#tw lactation

[yuujispinkhair]

Also NSFW, might not be ur kink but I feel like sukuna's the kind of dirty possessive mf that he either doesn't care if ur lactating or would actually be into it.

Sorry, it took me so long to reply!! But I LOVE dad Sukuna!! Thank you for sending me things about him 💗💗💗

Sukuna is totally the type to want to taste your milk. He feels entitled to it. He is your husband, your man, your love. Yes, he sees you as his possession. And seeing your breasts all swollen because of the babies that he fucked into you makes his head spin with pride and love. Of course, he wants a taste.

His large hands cup your swollen breasts, his maroon eyes watch you, and his lips lift in a grin when you whimper his name. Sukuna squeezes gently and watches hungrily as some milk trickles out of your stiff nipples and down your breasts and onto his hands.

He never takes his eyes off you as he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks your milk off them.

"So sweet, my love. Such a good mommy for my babies."

Sukuna smiles when his lips close around one swollen nipple and suck tenderly on it, making you spill more of your sweet milk into your husband's loving mouth. He will make sure there is still enough left for the little ones, but he deserves a taste, too.

You end up on his lap, naked and wet, moaning his name loudly as he lifts you up and down on his thick cock, your swollen tits bouncing with every deep thrust of your husband's gorgeous cock, heavy with milk, spilling more of it for him. It runs down your body in warm, sticky rivulets. And Sukuna licks it all up hungrily while moaning his sexy, low moans and praising you for how beautiful you are to him with your after-baby body.

He cums with a feral growl, fucking so much hot seed into you that you are overflowing. But Sukuna doesn't let go of you just yet. He needs you right here on his lap with your leaking, swollen tits in front of his face, which he licks and kisses lazily. He wants to be as close as possible to you. He wants all of you. You are his, after all.

[neptilius]

satoru being obsessed with your postpartum body— kissing your stretch marks, his big hands cupping your swollen breasts and tweaking your puffy peaks, cupping the plush fat of your ass and worshipping your new curves the baby gave you and he’s wondering why he didnt knock you up sooner. buys you the tightest, prettiest sundresses for you to wear when ya’ll go out and his hands dont leave your body ONCEE. he’s just all over you as your shopping, buying food, etc. you can’t be mad when he slaps your ass and fingers you in the passengers seat right? you just look too good. you having to scold him when his mouth is latched onto your mounds drinking your sweet nectar as you lazily ride his cock and milk him for filth. “save some for the baby- nng.” you whine. but when does he ever listen?

[fuwushiguro]

Better Than a Milkshake

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Tomura Shigaraki x f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: It just feels like something he'd be into tbh Warnings: 18+, consensual encounter, cheating, reader has a child, lactation kink, mommy kink, handjob (m receiving), bratty!Tomura, (does this count as dom!reader? idk), name calling, use of 'good boy', praise. Words: 1.6k

Shigaraki doesn’t envy anyone as much as he did Touya. How could he stop himself from feeling the agonising jealousy he feels coursing through him whenever he thinks about you? The girl Touya won over at college. The girl who’s virginity he took. The girl who let him knock her up. That’s the worst part of all, Tomura thinks. The fact that you’re bound together for life because of a fucking kid that looks exactly like his father. They’re identical. A perfect mini me. But you know all about Tomura’s jealousy. He gets so worked up about how things turned out between the three of you. You don’t regret being with Touya and you definitely don’t regret your child. But there is one thing that satiates his frustration for a few days.

He likes it when you play mommy.

And he loves it when he’s your baby.

He knows Touya is out. And whenever he knows for a fact your true lover is out of the picture, he bursts into your home as if he owns the place. You can’t quite remember why you and Touya decided to give him a spare key. But regardless, he doesn’t care that you have chores to do. He doesn’t care that your child is sleeping in his cot upstairs. You’re being pulled up the stairs by your wrist and forced into your bedroom.

The bed you share with Touya.

He thinks it’s funny, doing it here, where you fall asleep beside the supposed ‘love of your life’. But, do you fool around with other people when you’re meant to be in love? You only do it because he’s such a God damn brat. It makes him happy, calm. And it just makes all of your lives easier.

“Why is your shirt still on? Take it off.” he demands as he stares at your hideously plain t-shirt. Although the baby gave it a slight upcycle by covering it in food stains. “Now.” he adds, pulling his v neck over his head and beginning to unzip his trousers.

“Ask nicely, Tomura. You don’t barge into my home and start barking orders. I don’t have to do this, you know.” you remind him. You see a fleeting fearful gaze from burning red irises. You can’t do this to him. You can’t give him a means of satisfying the fiery jealous hatred seeping through his organs and then threaten to tear it away from him.

“Please.” he mumbles. “Take it off, please. I… need it. You. Need you—”

It was good enough, you thought. You followed his actions of pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it aside. He was at least relieved you had gone without a bra today. Your perfect milky tits flopped free. They’re even leaking a little. They must know he’s here. They must know how badly they’re needed, by him. If only Touya knew your offspring was sharing the gift your breasts provide with Tomura. What a filthy, cheating bitch you are.

You situate yourself on the left side of the bed. Your back is against the headboard and your legs are crossed. You pull a plump pillow into your lap for Tomura to rest his head. You curl your finger inviting him to join you, and you’re sure you can see a little drool at the corner of his mouth.

“C’mon baby, don’t you wanna take your pants off and let mommy take care of you?” you ask him, a warm smile on your face and bleaching through your words. He nods, excitedly, stepping out of his clothes and getting on the bed to join you. “Thaaaat’s it, there we go.” you coo as he gets comfortable exactly where you want him. He’s lying on his side facing your chest, legs spread open to reveal his aching red cock.

“They look… sore. Heavy.” Tomura comments as he looks at your nipples. The hardened buds positively red raw. He tweaks them, only a little, and you can’t help but hiss.

“Sensitive, careful now.” you explain. He nods.

“C-Can I help, please?” he asks, so sweetly, so nicely. You’d never believe this was the same man who entered your home unannounced and dragged you up here.

“Mhmn, I’d like that. What do you wanna do, baby?” you wonder. He clears his throat. His eyes are a little watery, it’s like he’s overwhelmed by the situation he’s in. As if you haven’t done this dozens of times before. He just loves it so much, you suppose.

“I wanna… I want to suck mommy’s tits.” he says, confidently. And yet despite his tone, he’s blushing. Face flushed red and looking prettier than ever. You take his cock in your hand and begin to masturbate him, his head falls back into the pillow and a hearty sigh flees from his lungs. “O-Oh, fuck.” he stutters.

“Gonna take care of you, make you feel so good. So do what you want to ‘em. Take what you can before you cum all over mommy’s hand, alright? No more milk after you cum, that’s the rule.” you tell him. There’s no weight behind it, of course. You love it when he suckles on you almost as much as he enjoys doing it. But the fear incentivises him to work harder. To do better.

“N-No fair,” he mutters.

“Wasting precious time, Tomura.” you whisper. You’re right.

He grabs a handful of your left breast while he latches onto the other. Your hand working his cock slows as the feeling of him nursing on you rushes straight to your cunt. The way he laps and laves over your nipple is intoxicating. He’s moaning into it, too, the vibrations feeling oh so sinfully good.

“Mmm, g-good boy, Tomura. Feels so good…” you mewl, lacing your fingers through silvery tufts of hair and pulling him closer into your chest. It’s unnecessary, you couldn’t get him away from your chest even if you wanted to. “Gonna make me cum just watchin’ you…” you laugh. He smiles into the fat of your chest. Teeth nibbling soft on the teat.

“Meant to be taking care of me, mommy. Not the other way around.” he reminds you. He’s right. You find your rhythm jerking him off again. The way his legs shake like a new born deer is truly delectable. His cock pulsing in your hand as he humps into your hold to gain more friction is a mouth-watering sight. There is drool at the corner of your mouth as you watch pearly pre leak from the tip.

“B-Baby, your cock is so big. So heavy. You’re gonna cum aren’t you? Poor thing, not gonna last while I’m touchin’ you like this.” you tease him. He shakes his head as he begins to suck at your opposite tit with more determination and ferocity than ever before.

“Not gonna—! P-Please, I don’t w-wanna… not yet. Slow down a l-little, I don’t want t-to.” he stammers over his words as he tries to hold back his impending orgasm. But you don’t slow down. Not even close. If anything, you’re going faster. His teeth are gritting and glittery tears freefall down his face as he feels himself getting closer and closer. “M-Mommy, please.”

“No Tomura, I want you to cum. Make a mess all over mommy’s hand. Be a good boy for me and cum right now.” you torment.

“N-No! Nggh—!” he moans as he betrays himself entirely. Balls tightening and releasing his pent up release everywhere. His sticky cream drooling all over your fist. His head falls back into the pillow on your lap as he twists and moans through his high. You brush his hair away from his face as he cums, getting a better view of the milk speckles around his mouth. He apologises again and again for cumming so quickly. And you do nought but shush him. Your velvety voice and melodic hums lull him into sleep. He came a lot. You’re not surprised he’s so tired.

You slip away downstairs to use the bathroom and clean yourself up a little. You can’t help but smile at yourself in the mirror. Both proud of yourself for how quickly you made Tomura cum, and feeling happy that you made him feel so good. You’re startled slightly when you hear your phone ring in the pocket of your sweatpants. No one calls you, except for him.

It's Touya.

“H-Hi, sweetheart. Is everything okay, how’s work?” you ask him, still panting and a little out of breath from working so hard to make Tomura orgasm.

“It’s alright, thought I’d check in with you. How’s the baby doing?” Touya wondered. You nod, smiling, even though he can’t see.

“He’s just napping upstairs, being a little angel as always.” you tell him. You hear a sweet chuckle in his recognisable tone hum down the line.

“Always, you’re right about that,” he nods, agreeing with your sentiment. “And how about the brat? I’m guessing he decided to pay a visit today since I’m out. Did you give it to him again?”

“I let him nurse on me and jerked him off. He didn’t last too long, he rarely does. But he’s napping now too.” you giggle.

“Fuckin’ incel. Alright, I’ve gotta go back to work so I’ll see you tonight when I get home. I love you.” he tells you, and it melts your heart to hear him say it. He’s so understanding. It was a great arrangement that you came to. You were both sick of Tomura being so pouty and miserable because he got the girl. Why not give him a little taste if it keeps everyone happy? What Tomura doesn’t know can’t hurt him.

“Okay, Touya. I might have to let him have another round if he wakes up grumpy… but I’ll just tell you about it when you come home. I love you, babe. So much.” you speak, bashfully. He clears his throat again, and you hear him tell his boss he’s almost done talking.

“’m feelin’ a little left out. Your tits must be dynamite. Maybe I’ll have to try when I come home.”

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[nocturn-warrior]

Cw pregnancy, lactation

Feyd is shameless horny for his wife's pregnant body. He adores to see how your stomach swollen with his offspring, delicious plump breasts jiggling and bouncing with milk which he wants to chug in, squeeze them until the milk squirts on his abdomen, gliding down his sculpted abs.

"Look at these tits, so fat with milk." He says, harshly kneading on them and making you moan.

He forces you to walk with form fitting dresses wearing no underwears around the palace, loudly slapping your butt as you walk with difficulty. He grins when you leave a loud gasp.

Nothing Feyd does to you is innocent, so the most simple touch onto your bump becomes an intense fingering as he slides his hand lower and lower to your entrance and sinks his long fingers in your pussy.

He wants you to sit on his face as he drowns in your arousal, it is your throne now. Broad hands caressing your big belly. I did it to her. I bred her nicely.

A tons of hickies on your neck, collaring you as his. He makes sure to leave them between and under your plump tits, occasionally suckling on your nipples, chugging your milk as he moans only to overstimulate you.

And when he does so, maybe he allows you to get off on his thighs before finally filling your cunt again. You are his breeding cow who he is going to keep constantly bred and milking.

[zeroweeenies]

request: gojo is obsessed with y/n breasts

“Touchy-Feely”

Desc: Gojo can’t keep his hands off you.

Character(s): Gojo x fem!reader

Word Count: 914

WARNINGS: dubcon(?), lactation, sadist gojo, 18+ minors dni

Satoru loved everything about you. He loved your headstrong personality, he loved the way you loved other people, and he especially loved the way your face would twinkle when you smiled up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

But what he loved most about you were your boobs.

He loved how squishy they were. He’d always sneak up behind you to grab a handful of your breasts whenever you were cooking dinner, or doing something as simple as cleaning the house.

Satoru loved cuddling up against your chest when he’d return home from a draining mission, he was always on about how your tits had “magical healing powers.” You’d often indulge him, not seeming to mind that he was a little obsessive over your boobs.

You noticed his obsession began to spiral out of control when he bought nipple clamps to spice up things in the bedroom. He got off on watching you writhe under the pain of the clamps painfully while your hands were restrained above your head, scissoring his fingers in and out of your sweet pussy.

“Satoru please—” you blubber, thick tears streaming down the sides of your face. The pain of the clamps nearly outweighing the pleasure of his fingers curling inside you. You couldn’t handle it.

He loved seeing you like this. Seeing you squirm under him from the torment he was inflicting on your tits.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t want me to do this. I know you like when I hurt you like this,” he tightens the clamps on your nipple, watching your mouth drop as you let out an ear splitting scream.

Gojo groans at the sight of you splayed out in front of him like this, tits bouncing as you thrash around in the restraints while he continues to finger fuck your hole, your arousal coating his palm as you cream around his digits.

He licks up your cum that’s coated your thighs, sighing at the little pants you let out as you come down from your high.

You wince as he tightens the clamps even more, tears threatening to spill from your eyes again.

“Oh, come on. You can take a lot more than that can’t you?”

Gojo took observation of the way your breasts swelled when you got pregnant. Your belly was now plump, and he loved how your boobs were bigger and now full of milk.

He noted that your nipples were way more sensitive when you two were in the bedroom, and your breasts were more tender, and he took full advantage of that.

You noticed how he’d stare at your breasts from the corner of his eyes when he thought you weren’t looking, but you saw him.

You also noticed how he was more clingy with you after you had gotten knocked up. Whenever you two were out in public he’d hold you a lot closer than usual, as if he were trying to protect you from something.

“Satoru, you can let me go. No one’s going to come and take me away,” you assure him while trying to get away from his suffocating presence, but he still keeps close just in case.

When the baby was born, all the milk that had been gathering in your bosom after nine months finally came down. Satoru was not only elated by the birth of your child, but for the milk that was now spilling from your fat tits.

Gojo was practically salivating whenever he saw your leaking breasts whenever you’d finish your nighttime shower, the white milk dripping down your chest and onto the floor from how full they were.

He couldn’t help but be jealous of you two’s baby. How come she was the only one that got to taste your sweet breast milk? He complained to you about how selfish you were, begging you to just get a taste of your milk.

“Satoru, you’re acting like a child.” you roll your eyes

He sighs at your words “You say that but you won’t even let me suck on your sweet boobies” he pouts, turning around to face away from you in the bed.

You suck your teeth, tired of his attitude. You scooch closer to his side of the bed, whispering sweetly in his ear as you wrap your arm around his waist.

“You wanna try it?” you ask, promise in your voice.

Still pouting, he nods his head, not turning to face you.

You smile warmly, pulling your top down to expose your breast. “Here,” you bring his head to your chest, and he latches onto your nipple. You let out a pleasured sigh as Gojo sucks on the bud, draining you of your milk.

Satoru feels relieved now that he’s finally getting what he wants. He moans as the saccharine yet bitter taste floods his mouth, coating his taste buds and washing down his throat.

He grabs your juicy tits, squeezing them to pull out more liquid, milking you like a cow.

You feel the milk in your breasts draining with each sip Gojo is taking, and you latch a hand in his snowy locks to stop him, or at least slow him down.

“Satoru, ah— you have to stop. You’re gonna steal all the milk from the b-baby,” You gasp out.

“I’ll stop when I feel like it. You don’t mind do you?”

He flips you onto your back, staring down at you with a manic look in his eyes. You recognize that look, and know he’s ruined forever from just a taste of your milk.

[another-lost-mc]

MAMMON x gn!Reader, NSFW, 0.7k words Content warnings: a strange series of events leads to MC developing larger, lactating breasts; suggestive content, lactation kink, pet names More in the Lactation Kink series: Levi, Asmo, Beel, Belphie | Solomon | Lucifer, Satan, Diavolo & Barbatos, Simeon, Karasu

You're laying on your side, facing the wall and trying to ignore the awkward sensation of your heavy breasts and the ticklish drip-drip-drip of pearly-white fluid leaking from your nipples. Your undershirt is already stained with wet spots from earlier, and the cotton towel underneath you is your attempt to keep the bedding and mattress clean and dry.

Lucifer didn't argue when you told him point-blank that there was no way in hell you were going to school that day. You didn't realize until later that Mammon offered to stay home and keep an eye on you while the others left for RAD and made excuses for your sudden absence.

Mammon invited you to his room earlier, but you refused—walking through the house in your current state made you feel even more vulnerable than you already did. He slipped into your room instead and asked if you needed anything—a drink, something to eat, did you want to watch a movie? But you shook your head and closed your eyes and tried to ignore the strange, milky scent that suffocated the air around you like a fog.

"Is it okay if I lay down with ya?"

His arm around your waist is heavy but comforting. His hand rests underneath your shirt, but he doesn't explore your chest the way you expect him to. He seems perfectly content to simply hold you, humming quietly behind you while you slowly relax. He sucks in a breath through his teeth when you sigh and lean back against him.

"Wait, are you seriously hard right now?" You glance at him over your shoulder, eyes wide and cheeks warm with disbelief.

His own cheeks have a reddish tinge to them and his smile looks a little shy, a little nervous. "Look, babe, it's not—I know this is weird for ya, and I get that, but you're still you." His eyes dart away from you nervously. "I can't help what you do to me."

You search his expression for the truth, for some hint that he might just be trying to tease you, but all you see is fondness and unashamed heat. He stares into your eyes too, and whatever he sees makes his lips quirk up a little. He shuffles closer to you so you can feel the outline of his cock, hard and heavy in the loose grey sweatpants he wears.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," he offers a bit too casually as his hand tightens against your belly and slowly slides up your chest, "but if you want, I think I can help. I can give ya a little distraction, 'til you're feelin' better."

His fingers smear the little trails of milk on your skin, and he cups the underside of one of your swollen breasts gently, fingers splaying wide and grazing your sensitive nipple in the process. You gasp slightly at the sensation—earlier your chest felt strange, uncomfortable and foreign, but Mammon's hand on you causes something pleasurable to tingle beneath your skin.

His eyes fixate on your chest as soon as you roll over onto your back beside him—his eyes roam greedily across your body, lingering on the small damp spots that litter your thin undershirt. The material clings to the curves of your breasts, accentuating your hardening nipples as they leak a small, continuous stream of fluid that rolls down your sides onto the towel beneath you.

He licks his lips slowly, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth as he hums and considers what exactly he wants to do to you. His intensity makes you squirm; you wiggle your hips slightly as the strange mixture of nervousness and lust swirls in your belly.

You nod your head in the direction of the bedside table, more than eager to let him help if he's still offering. "Lube's in the top drawer," you tell him nervously, still feeling a little shy about your body's unusual developments this morning.

But he shakes his head with a grin and pulls a small bottle from his pocket. That cheeky devil. "Don't worry, babe, I came prepared." He sets it down next to your hip while his hands reach for the waistband of your sleep pants, eyes flicking between you and your chest. "I promised to take real good care of ya, didn't I?"

[loubella77]

18+ MDNI

Ok but no one else is as excited for me that I can make breast milk pls tell me someone on here likes lactating

[propertyofwhitney67]

I just know he has a lactation kink

[touyasdoll]

Lactation kink.

I love subby Hawks so much & I wanna say that he would be the most into this, but I can’t. I gotta go with Shouto.

Minors DNI - warning: lactation kink

Idk why but I’ve always imagined him as being obsessed with your tits. Like if you let him, he would constantly be touching them somehow.

Face buried between them while you’re in bed together, his hands just casually on them/subtly groping them while you’re watching a movie or something.

I feel like the novelty of how soft and wonderful they feel in his hands would never be lost to him. If you were in the mood, you could straight up just grab his wrists and plant his huge hands on your titties & he would be good. to. go.

So the inclination would just evolve once you started producing milk. He’d have a hard time letting go of your breasts, so he’d still wanna play with ‘em right up until you told him he couldn’t anymore, if you ever chose to.

He’d probably forget at some point, too focused on thinking about how extremely sensitive your nipples are at the moment to think about why they’re so sensitive in the first place.

He’d latch on to one, moaning while he stimulated the other with his thumb and index finger and when the milk dribbled into his mouth, he would only suck harder.

He’d fall in love with the sweet taste and the taboo feeling, an attraction fed by the wanton moans that would spill from you as you realized that you were about to reach orgasm from nipple stimulation alone.

And once that happened? Once he realized he could get you to cum like that? He’d be ready to recreate that moment again & again, constantly craving the taste of your milk and the way you shudder beneath him when he laps it up.

[gojoest]

LACTATION KINK GOJO 🫣

i usually don’t go there but damn . DAMN���..bc this makes so much sense with pregnancy freak satoru….i feel like he unlocks new kinks when you’re expecting, bc your breasts go through changes too, and lactation kink is one of them. the first time your nipples open up a bit and start leaking during lovemaking, spraying all over his chest as you ride him, he cums . he cums SO HARD and then gets hard all over again, harder than ever even, like so rock hard that it hurts him, while latching onto your nipples in a crazed haze sucking and draining them both 🫠 his brain probably doesn’t register his actions bc it’s just a primal instinct that gets hold of him…….

[getoswhore]

‘ CATTLE ‘N CREAM! — jean kirschtein.

☰ ft : farmer! jean x cow girl! f! reader

+ synopsis : jean is very adamant about being a responsible farmer with his cattle, and he never misses the very important day when they need milking... | est. 1.7k wc

cw/tw : sws + modern/farmer au, lactation kink, pussy drunk! jean, nipple play, lots of titty sucking :o, ‘lil manipulation ‘cause he's a lying perv, reader is a human/cow hybrid, pet names (jean calls reader cattle + sweetheart), praising, creampie/half cum shot, cum eating, this is kinda filthy and a little rushed at the end...

+ note : yesyes, ik–WE all know that i don't write for aot anymore :c but this was always one fic i RLLY wanted to post, sooo yeah :c also, @gabzlovesu ‘cause ik you were rlly excited for this :c + @jeanslove since she asked so nicely. <3

a ringing clap of bell peals roll through the sleeping farm like thunder; the singing metals clinking together as if their sound was twirling through the old ridden barn walls like alarms. and soon, the sleeping silence was quickly replaced with rising animals of all kinds mewing out in hunger, impatiently waiting to be fed.

with lazy eyes fluttering wide at the sudden racket to awake and prepare for a busy day, a clear view of new daylight unwraps its hues to the world through the small garden window ahead of you. it's still dim, but the plum rays peeking through the mountains tell you it's that time of the month again. you can even feel it too; a sudden sharp ache tingles in your chest, feeling more notable every time you move in your soft bed of golden hay, sensing your perk breasts feeling heavier and fuller, almost firmer too...

and all you can do is weep out in silent pain, waiting impatiently for when the farmer comes over to your stall–for when jean can dump the soft pallets of grass into your personal trough before you can show him your issue.

the palms of your hands and naked knees kiss at the golden floors before quickly rearing yourself up–fast and eager, hearing the familiar soft clicks of heavy feet make their way towards your stall.

widening eyes peering up in elation; muddy boots with farmyard muck stuck beneath them appear into your sight. and you catch glimpse of the freshly laundered coveralls fitting nicely around the tone of his thigh–the torn denim even fitting tight to his chest.

“mornin’ sunshine, how's my favorite little cattle doin’?” jean gives a warm smile, a bright one too with pretty teeth and with the fat of his cheeks rising high.

but seeing the small pout fixated on your features makes him frown.

“whats wrong? somthin’ bothering you–oh...”

he notices, quite quickly.

“already needin’ milking, huh? thought another week or so...” jean stares with wide, dilated eyes; a heavy gaze viewing a clear sight of your perk tits filled all round and full, almost too full where one little squeeze can make them leak.

he kneels down to open the small gate between you two, unlocking the locks and freeing an open space. jean gets close soon as he does, kneeling in to get a better look.

“poor girl, must be in so much pain being all filled up like this.” he kicks over a metal bucket close by, and you prep yourself up, getting eager and ready, knowing the tension is going to release...

“hm, must be extra sweet with them being this firm.” and he doesn't hesitate to test that theory; reaching an eager hand out with all five lilthe fingers curling around the soft mound of flesh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

like he had thought, a dribble of milk leaks through the thin, printed fabric you wear; the milky substance soaking through and a dark wet spot spreads around it, making you hone out. and he quickly glides a thumb over the hard pebbled peak pressing wetly against the cloth till he deemed enough.

jean pops his thumb into his mouth, tasting the sweet liquid soothe against his taste buds with savory delight.

he hums, “this is why you're my favorite, always sweeter than ever.” his soft words are like auditory caramel to your ears, rushing a perky smile to rise at your cheeks.

“yeah, ‘n that pretty smile of yours is my favorite too.” jean could feel his coveralls becoming a size too small by the second; his cock beginning to throb and pulse, erecting at just the pretty view of your half-naked body glowing before his eyes.

“alright, let's get you ready.” you lean in, letting the farmer clip his fingers around the thin stings of your bra and letting the fabric tumble down till it freed your perk breast. and your breasts bounce, jiggling down at the sudden release of your support as a cold shiver licks up your spine at the sudden slick breeze kissing at your skin.

jean’s leafy eyes couldn't peel off of the pretty view of your breast, boggling at how the pebbled peaks leak with fresh milk–ready to drink and savor...

and it made his mouth water.

“ya’ don't mind if i take one more little taste? just a little.“ jean gives you a gentle look, eyes almost droopy and filled with need.

you nod.

he's quick to latch both hands around your firm breast, clipping eager fingers around the tough skin and tugging lightly.

your throat bobs as you whine out, weeping at the slight pull, yet it felt so delicious; feeling more of your built-up liquid slick out and pebble around your hardened nipples before drooling down.

before collecting against his tongue.

you were too focused on the needy hands squeezing at your soft mounds and not on how jean nudged his face between your breast with a flat tongue sticking out long and ready.

he's never done this before.

it made your back arch with hooded eyes to glaze with euphoria, watching how he lapped at the sweet juices you gave to him with licks and broad, rough stripes across your perk nipple.

it made you feel... special to be treated like this, to have such appreciation...

jean leans back, feeling you twitch in his hold, “squeezing just hurts ya’, i think i know a way to ease the pain a lil’?” his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, catching the little droplets clinging at his skin.

head tilting in enthusiasm question, you wonder and he's more than ready to show you.

his mouth splays open wide with a wet velvet tongue laying flat to press against your hardened peak as he leans back in, drawing your nipple at the center hard into his mouth.

it's warm, wet, and foreign as his lips seal around your sensitive nipple, giving it a good suck till it fell in drops; milk practically pouring out with ease into his watering mouth. and jean was more than delighted to swallow down the honey-like beverage.

the soft hum he emits in satisfaction vibrates around your soft bundle of nerves, and the suckling sounds did something to you, deep inside you–those filthy, wet sounds rang in your ears as you watched how jean tenderly cradled your perk breast. you were just as entranced as he was nursing and lapping at the trickling juices, feeding off the sweet taste like a hungry little calf himself.

deep down, you wouldn't even be able the fathom the idea of how long jean has been thinking of this moment–ever since he’s got you–ever since he’s added you to his little farm, he's always fetishized this sick little scenario of sucking on your tits till milk spilled since day one...

jean squeezes your other desolate breast, pinching a thumb and forefinger before gently twisting in a half circle, forcing your whole body to shudder at the pull. it makes your skin spike with goosebumps, toes to curl and pretty eyes to knock to the back of your head.

it's addictive getting that response from you.

he can feel you tense up beneath his hold as he licks and sucks softly at your hard, sensitive tips back and forth between your nipple, and areola, and even the flesh around that, earning more of a delicious squirt of milk that quickly disappears across his tongue.

jean was so far gone too that the tent pitched in his coveralls went completely unnoticed–if he had been paying attention, he’d realize that his swollen cock was pearling with oozing pre and leaking just as much as your breasts were...

jean hesitates to pop off for a breather, but when he does, the cold lingering feel makes you whine out in need, and he almost felt bereaved when he did too.

his mouth was wet with translucent white, a pretty view of a slick shine gathering at the plump of his lips.

“fuck–taste so fuckin’ good.” his words are barely even words, only breathy and lost–too dazed at the fever dream coming to life.

“‘m wanna–fuck–wanna pump my milk into you, fuck you full with my milk? yeah? how does that sound? give you some of mine...” jean was fumbling over his words like the fingers fumbling over his gold-plated buckle.

and you can feel your cunt leaking at this point; pretty pussy pulsing a damp spot to form a little circle of slick and feeling the cool air hit against your cow-printed panties.

you groan, muscles flexing and cunt clenching desperately around nothing hungrily as you watch jean unzip his jeans desperately. embarrassingly, it takes him a few tries, too focused on the way how you lean back for him; pretty body lying still on your back with teasing legs spreading wide, breasts stretching out, pulled by gravity, everything seeking the centre as you cast your whole body open to him.

he curses at himself, almost drooling at the clear view of your pussy; the fat outline of your lips pressing hard against the thin cloth.

it makes his heavy balls tighten.

jeans throbbing cock finally bobs free from his confines; it's pretty, you think, a blushing pink at the crown, long and thick with bulging veins pulsing around the shaft, and oozing pearls of pre spills over, shining his tip raw with cum.

it twitches in his hand that fists it tightly and eagerly–giving it a long and quick stroke with a firm twist to the tip, and squeezing more of his pre to drool out sloppily.

you moan out nimbly at just the sight.

“like it baby? yeah? gonna like it more once i fill you up.” jean tugs aways at your panties, making view of your pretty pussy and gazing deeply at how it drools in marbling slick.

“such a pretty little cattle–my little cattle.”

he nudges the crown of his cock at your sopping entrance, already nudging himself between your slippery folds with greed. and he's quick to pull your legs around the slim of his waist as your bodies eagerly find the places where they need to meet; his heavy cock pressing in slowly till he couldn't anymore, filling you up in one swift motion of his hips buckling hard against yours.

your jaw hinges open, mouth left agape at the raw feeling of skin on skin–of his cock barreling deep into your cunt to the hilt.

enchanted at the soft touch of silken skin and harsher hair bumping against your puffy clit as he quickly finds a rhythm, a cruel one too, almost sloppy and uneven, but enough to make your mine trance off into a complete and utter mind-boggling daze.

your slick juices gush out by the intrusion, the slop of it drooling outside your little hole as he drags his cock into your inner gummy walls. jean groans out a pitiful moan, the sloppy mess of your pussy already creaming a translucent milky ring around the base of his cock makes his hips stutter, and eyes to even widen in fierce feral intent.

your breast bounce along in sync too as you roll eager hips to urge him in deeper–harder. and his mouth comes down between your jiggling chest to thank you with wordless kisses; suckling bites into the tender flesh as he rocks into you harder.

feeling the deep press of the crown of his cock kissing at your softest spots made not only your cunt to leak, but your breast to as well. a cute fall of milk pours down, even making a flow down to the middle of your tummy.

“fill you back up all nice and full f’me.” jean can feel his cock pulse as each thrust–at each heavy contact your skin clashes together with.

ankles locking behind his back as you clench, arche, twist, and writhe beneath him, you can feel him throb, deep. feeling how his aching cock grows bigger as he gets closer, his knot fixated only to fill you up till it was deemed.

thrusting his hips faster, he bottoms out with the final buckle and let's out a long and deep guttural moan as his cock spurts out thick ribbons of warm cum deep into the womb of your cunt. and he tries, he really tries to keep moving his hips to drag out his high, but instead slips out like a dog in heat–popping out of your little drooling pussy and cumming all over your tummy.

jean desperately tries his hardest to slip back into your warmth, but his body curls, hunching over at the stomach-churning high as a pitiful puddle of his sticky mess pools onto your skin.

he sucks in a deep breath through gritted teeth, “i want–you gotta swallow this up, its good f’you, promise...” he's already grabbing your sweating, shaking hands to swipe up the globs of cum and breast milk sticking to your tummy to wipe up.

“lick it up–promise it'll be good for you, promise...” jean’s eyes are barely open, only a small peak of them can be seen through the thick of his lashes.

and your still trying to catch your breath, but the eager man prying your own sticky webbed hand to your mouth makes it impossible.

parting your swollen lips, you lap between your fingers, tasting the mixtures of salt and sweetness stick to your tongue and melt into your taste buds as you feel his thick cum leak out from your stretched little hole.

it's filthy, but it makes jean’s cock throb back into wake...

let's all support the good farmers–the ones who are passionate about their herds.

[nocturn-warrior]

Cw pregnancy, lactation, drugging. Kinda inspired in @austinbutlerslovers 's feyd fantasy

@harkonnen-darkness

I love the idea of Feyd Rautha drinking his baroness milk in Arrakis before and after he is goes to fight the fremen.

Imagine you stay all day long your chambers in Carthag because Feyd doesn't allow you to go outside (Feyd is creepy but the Baron is creepier) receiving comfort, sleep, good food and water which may or not be filled with lactating hormones.

You have just accepted your fate as Feyd's breeder and you don't complain at all. All you do is relax and allow yourself to be spoiled.

Then your beloved Feyd arrives exhausted all covered in dust, mind filled with thoughs about your pregnant body tantalizing in front of him and your sweet milk in his taste buds.

He takes a quick bath and snuggles in bed. Over heated body contrasting against the sheets and your own that reflects the cool temperature of his home planet. He feels weak, legs trembling from the insolation, his skin burns. This is no long a craving, but a need.

You recognize that pithless way your husband lays his head on your bosom. He tucks the elastic cleavage of your nightgown under your painfully full breasts before giving them a good squeeze to see if they are actually full. And when a soft moan echoes through your throat, a languid smile leaves Feyd's plump lips before he attaches them onto your nipple, sucking on them and drinking every drop of your milk.

With your hand behind his neck, you start to caress the folds formed on his nape as his hand slips down to caress the underside of your bump. You tell about your day, chat about random things you've read in the books left in your chambers and how you would like to name your child.

Soon, the pumping on your nipple stops, the caress of his fingers against your skin fades away, and your letal yet beautiful Feyd Rautha is sleeping in your arms.

You make him slip onto the pillow under your body with dificulty and whisper against his ear:

"Sleep well, Feyd Rautha"

And before the dawn, your husband is gone for another long day of fight.

[hanasnx]

Baby daddy! Anakin has a thing for stretch marks that you got due to pregnancy. He's a JERK who feels proud of having "permanently changed/marked your body".

he had a sick sense of pride when your tits grew too. like you’ve got that sag to em and that stretch. how your nips have been permanently altered to a downturn. he loves them, he loves your tits, those things fed his and your child. and fed him a bit too at some point—

but it also reminds him that he’s had that effect on you. like.. he can’t get over that. it gets him so intoxicated. the level of devotion you must’ve had to carry his child. is that not the pinnacle of dedication? he twists it to fit his delusions. you changed your body for him. it’s different than before, and you did it willingly. you can’t look at yourself and not think of him

[another-lost-mc]

Thinking about how funny it would be if Solomon also ate his own terrible cooking and is lactating with you. He'd probably just make the most of it as a new potion ingredient, or worse something to add to your next shared dinner that night

➤ milky mayhem | solomon x gn!reader

content: solomon and reader both have larger, lactating breasts because he's a menace of magical mishaps. I'm adding a Dub-con warning here because solomon tampers with reader's food without their knowledge but everything that follows is consensual. additional warnings: lactation kink, breast/nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, pet names, bottom!solomon. reader has a cock or strap-on (referred to as a cock). 3.2k words.

more in the lactation kink series: mammon | levi, asmo, beel, belphie | lucifer, satan, diavolo & barbatos, simeon, karasu

Solomon doesn’t think twice about trying some of his potions on you. They're not harmful. They're usually benign things, or things that he thinks might add a little twist to some of your more intimate activities together. Sometimes his experiments fail and have no effect, or the effect is so negligible you barely notice a difference.

Barbatos and the others are careful to keep an eye on him so he doesn't smuggle in food he's cooked when he’s invited to dinner parties, and last night was no exception. However, no one noticed when he pulled a vial from his pocket and added a few drops to your plate; everyone was too distracted by Beel rampaging in the kitchen, you included. The vial wasn’t quite empty, so he shrugged and added the rest to his own dinner. 

What was the worst that could happen?

He kept an eye on you throughout dinner and the dessert that followed, and he deflated with disappointment when he thought it was yet another failed experiment—you didn’t look any different and you acted normally. He didn't notice any changes in his appearance either, and during the walk back to Purgatory Hall, he thought about the formula he used and whether it was worth tweaking the ingredient ratios to try again later.

Solomon wakes up the next morning and the first thing he notices is that his chest feels odd, almost like there’s a weight sitting on top of him. The next thing he notices is how wet he feels, and his sleep shirt sticks uncomfortably to his skin. He peels his eyes open and sniffs curiously at the odd smell in the air, but he grins when he looks down and sees the noticeable growth in his breasts.

He stands up and tugs off his shirt so he can inspect himself in the mirror. He feels almost giddy when he pokes the soft, bouncy flesh and it jiggles lightly under his touch. He squeezes them gently and grunts quietly at the strange sensation of milky fluid leaking from his nipples. 

The front door of Purgatory Hall slams down the hall from his room and it interrupts his train of thought. He’s annoyed for a moment, but a sharp smile curls his lips when he faintly hears your voice greeting the others before the sound of padded feet approaches his room. You pound your fist urgently on his bedroom door.

“Solomon, are you in there? I know you had something to do with this! I swear, I’m going to—” You let out an undignified squeak when he opens the door in the middle of your little tirade and pulls you inside his room. He catches you when you stumble, and your eyes widen when you realize his chest doesn’t look quite right either.

“See something you like, darling?” he asks with a teasing lilt in his voice.

You step back and cross your arms in an attempt to hide your chest again, but it’s too late. He can tell that yours is bigger too—it strains against the buttons barely holding your RAD shirt closed. Your nipples must be leaking again because dark, wet spots are starting to spread across the light fabric.

You narrow your eyes at him when he unconsciously licks his lips at the thought of sucking one of your tits into his mouth. “Sol, what did you do?”

He shrugs and offers you a half-truth—that he snuck in something special for dinner last night, and he wanted to share it with you so he added it to your plate. You don’t need to know the other boring details, but you don’t look impressed with his explanation. He expected you to be surprised, or possibly annoyed, but he didn’t think you’d look this upset.

“It’s only temporary,” he offers helpfully—he’s already figured out that the effects should wear off by the end of the day. He reaches out to you but you skitter away from his grasp.

“How can you be so—so—relaxed about all this?” You drop your arms and wince when one of the buttons of your shirt pops off and lands on the floor. You peel the flimsy fabric away from your chest and groan in frustration. “This is so embarrassing.”

You don’t resist him a second time when he reaches for your hands again, and he steps back until he can sit on the edge of his bed. He spreads his legs and pulls you forward so you’re standing between them.

“I understand. It is a little strange,” he admits, and he means it. He never wants to hurt you with these little experiments—they’re mostly to sate his own curiosity, but he does them because he thinks they can be fun for both of you too. “Why don’t we try to make the most of it?”

You blink at him in surprise, but you don’t pull away when he reaches for your jacket and pushes it off your shoulders. He starts unbuttoning your shirt next—the ones that haven’t popped off already. You shake your head. “I'm not sure how that’s possible.”

He doesn’t respond right away; he finishes unbuttoning your shirt instead. It falls open and drapes loosely over the slope of your breasts. He leans forward and sighs at the warm, milky scent oozing from your skin. He glances at you innocently from beneath his lashes. “Have you tried touching them yet?”

You fidget nervously in response to his question and you look away from him, suddenly very determined to look anywhere else. “I had to clean them when I woke up so I could walk here to give you a piece of my mind. Do you know how hard it was to find a shirt that still fit?” You glance down at the ruined shirt hanging off you and the loose buttons near your feet. “Or mostly fit, anyway,” you add with a pouty grumble.

Solomon’s hands slide up your belly and gently cup each of your breasts. The warm weight in his hands is so satisfying, and he feels lucky to be able to touch you like this. When he glances at your face, he notices that some of the anxious trepidation has faded from your gaze—you look curious now, almost eager to see what he’s going to do next.

“Let me show you how nice this can be, if you'll give me a chance.” He squeezes them with the tiniest bit of pressure, and he smiles when you gasp at the tingling sensation that shoots through your body.

It’s certainly not the first time he’s fondled your chest, but you don’t expect how different it feels now that it’s bigger than usual—and you’re so sensitive. Your nipples are hard and dripping, and your eyes widen when Solomon leans forward with his tongue poking out between his lips. “Wait, you’re not going to…?”

“Of course I am.” He flicks his tongue against your shirt once, and then again as he moans at the surprisingly sweet taste. “You taste better than I imagined,” he murmurs before closing his lips around your nipple and sucking it gently through the fabric of your shirt.

The wet cotton scratches lightly against your skin, and the increased suction of his lips causes you to gasp his name in surprise. Your hands shoot into his hair when your knees buckle, and he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady. His other hand slides back down your body, and his nimble fingers fumble hastily at the waistband of your pants.

It’s embarrassing how turned on you are, and maybe you were too distracted to notice before—or you tried to ignore it, feeling oddly aroused by this whole situation but too ashamed to admit it.

Solomon hums around your nipple when he finally slips his fingers into your underwear. His relentless fingers stroke teasingly against your arousal, dipping into the wetness that betrays your own desire for him. He coats his fingers with your slick to ease the glide as he continues stroking you the way you like best.

The soft fat of your thighs jiggle as your body quakes from his ministrations, but it only encourages him more. He focuses on caressing your most sensitive spots—he’s memorized them all, of course. And like all the times before, you're quickly turning to putty in his greedy hands.

The lust radiating off you is contagious, and he pants noisily between desperate tugs of your nipple between his lips. He drags his mouth over the curve of your breast and licks at the valley between them, the bare expanse of skin that’s soft and warm and sticky-sweet. His nose pushes your flimsy shirt away so he can latch onto your other tit, leaking and full and all for him. He moans as a fresh wave of pearly milk pulses across his tongue and down his throat.

You scratch your fingers along his scalp and tug his hair, pushing his face closer to your chest with a needy whine. Your hips move with his hand as you chase your release, and there's nothing more lovely than the desperate sounds you make when you fall apart around his fingers. You cry out his name when you come, and your legs tremble so much that he pulls away from your chest so you can cling to him in case your trembling legs give out. He strokes your back soothingly and you melt against him, resting boneless and content in his arms.

He lays down on the bed and pulls you down with him, and when he finally kisses you, you can taste the subtle, milky sweetness lingering on his lips. Your tongue traces the seam of his mouth and curls with his. You can’t help the little groans bubbling in your chest at the unique combination of his taste and your own. He huffs in amusement against your lips when he realizes you like the taste as much as he does; he moans when you bite his bottom lip in retaliation.

His cock is hard against your tummy and his hips have been rubbing against you in jerky little movements, almost like he’s trying to resist the urge to rut against you like a mindless beast. You sneak your hand into his pants and dance your fingers along his length. He’s just as responsive when you touch him—precum pools at the tip of his cock when you tease along the slit, and he twitches in your hand when you wrap your fingers around him and pump him with a few lazy strokes.

You run your nose along his jaw and pepper kisses along his neck; he tilts his head back with a groan when you suck at one of the sensitive spots near the hollow of his throat. He shudders when you hum against the little purple bruise blooming where your lips and teeth nibbled at his skin.

When you pull back, he looks completely undone with his messy hair and shiny, kiss-swollen lips. You clench your thighs together when a fresh wave of arousal starts to coil deliciously in the pool of your belly. “Do you want to fuck me?”

His cock twitches in your hand, but he surprises you when he shakes his head. “No, not yet.” He swallows thickly and reaches for the shirt that hangs loosely around your shoulders. “I have a better idea.”

His better idea involves a desperate scramble to undress each other properly, shaky hands tugging and tearing at each other's clothes that prevent the hot skin-on-skin contact you both crave. Once you’re both naked, he pushes you flat onto your back in the middle of the bed. He lifts his leg over you and straddles your hips; he stares at your chest with lust-darkened eyes.

He murmurs something unintelligible under his breath, and his fingers glow blue for a brief moment. He wiggles them in a mockery of a wave when you tilt your head curiously, and they glisten in the dim lighting of his bedroom. He presses a hand to your chest so he can squeeze one of your swollen breasts and pinch your nipple between his finger and thumb. His other hand moves between his legs so he can stretch himself open for you.

You can just barely hear the faint, wet sounds of his fingers moving between his legs, and it's not long after when he huffs impatiently and runs his slick fingers up and down your cock. He pauses when you touch his wrist. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Normally he likes to be the one fucking you, pressing his face into the crook of your neck while his teasing voice whispers filth and praise into your ear. 

He shakes his head and there’s something desperate, almost feral in his gaze—and you’re powerless to refuse him anything now. “I want to ride you like this,” he breathes as he lowers himself onto you. He wiggles his hips slightly as he adjusts to the overwhelming fullness, and like the rare times you've done this before, he can't help but admire how you fill him so perfectly.

He feels more exposed like this too, but your wide eyes roam over his body like you’ve never seen anything so amazing and he doesn't regret it. He spreads his legs and sinks down just a bit more. Your hands dig into his hips like you’re afraid he might suddenly change his mind.

Heh—not a fucking chance.

The depraved desire he feels as a result of his little experiment is amplified tenfold when he starts grinding against you, slowly at first but a bit faster, when his body starts to sing with pleasure of having you inside him. His chest heaves and bounces with each languid roll of his hips, and your tits jiggle slightly as you thrust up and match his lazy rhythm.

You can’t resist the alluring sight of his larger breasts bouncing gently as he moves; he grins slyly when he realizes what's captivated you so much. “See, darling?” He moans quietly when you brush against that soft, spongy spot inside him. “They’re not so bad, hmm?”

You don’t respond, but you don’t have to—your hands are firm on his hips and your eyes are blown black with your own lust for him.

He makes a cheeky little show of tilting his head back and putting himself on display for you: the darkening bruise your teeth made on his neck earlier; his hands cupping his tits and pinching the nipples even as more milky fluid drips down his chest; and his cock, hard and heavy and twitching, bobs lightly against your belly. 

“You’re a fucking menace,” you grit out as the coil of arousal burning inside you flares; he sounds sinful and his body is so mesmerizing that you can’t stop staring, and he knows it.

He looks down at you again, but there’s something surprisingly soft in his expression that makes your heart stutter. “But you still love me, don’t you?” His soft-spoken words are surprisingly vulnerable, and your throat tightens with too much emotion and you nod, unable to speak. He understands what you want to say but can't—he’ll always understand what you feel for him, because he feels the same way about you.

He leans forward and rests both his hands on your chest, splaying his fingers wide to steady himself as he moves a tiny bit faster, bouncing on your cock with purpose. You arch your back against his hands as he squeezes your breasts, and now he’s the one that can’t stop staring. “You’re so pretty like this,” he pants loudly as he rides you faster than before. “I can’t get enough of your gorgeous tits bouncing in my hands, you look so—fucking hell,” he curses, trailing off into a moan as pleasure builds and threatens to overwhelm him.

You know he’s close when his eyes flutter shut and his rhythm grows sloppy. One of your hands trails away from his hip to wrap around his cock instead. He fucks into your fist as his body sways lightly as he chases his pleasure; the whimper that tumbles from his lips sounds suspiciously like your name.

“Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock like a needy little brat,” you coo breathlessly as you tighten your fingers around him. “Come on, make a mess for me.”

The groan that reverberates deep in his chest rattles you to the bone, and his hips spasm as the first ropes of his warm, sticky cum shoot out across your fingers and up your tummy. “You say—oh, fuck, yes, right there—” he cuts off with another broken groan as your pump his cock through his orgasm; he whines at the back of his throat when you finally milk him dry. “You say the sweetest things, darling," he exhales heavily when he finally stops moving, and he chuckles as he tries to catch his breath.

Tendrils of sweaty snow-white hair stick to his forehead, and his eyes look wet and glossy. He winces slightly when he lifts himself off you and falls onto the bed next to you, nuzzling affectionately into your shoulder. “That was lovely,” he sighs tiredly. "We should do this more often," he suggests, tangling his legs with yours.

You turn onto your side and put an arm around his waist. “Only if you promise that the next time you want to try one of your inventions on me, you warn me first, okay?”

He freezes for the briefest moment and laughs softly before brushing your brow with his lips. “Fair enough. I'm sorry it caught you off-guard." He cuddles closer and you both enjoy a few minutes of calm as the afterglow begins to fade.

You glance at him from the corner of your eye when you feel one of his hands start to inch its way down your body. "You know, the effects should only last a few more hours. How about we make the most of it?” he offers when his cock starts to stir against your thigh.

You’re not exactly sure what making the most of it means, but his eyes sparkle with mischief and you reach for his hand to stop him. “Can we shower first?”

He looks visibly disappointed—it's not that you don't want to do more, but you've been trying not to squirm too much from the cool, tacky sweat drying on your skin. The discharge from your breasts mixed with his cum on your belly, and its left you feeling a bit sticky.

He reconsiders your suggestions and something wolfish sharpens his smile when he starts imagining the new possibilities to take advantage of in the shower together: fondling your chest as he massages you with soapy hands, tasting your warm skin beneath his lips after he rinses you off. If he's lucky, maybe you'll let him go down on you in front of the bathroom mirror, and after he's finished he'll spin you around so you can watch your tits bounce in his hands as he fucks you from behind—

“On second thought, I think that’s a splendid idea, darling,” he murmurs, glancing at your chest briefly before he licks his lips with hungry anticipation.

read more: solomon masterlist | obey me masterlist

[wool-string]

A mini doodle comic about Mizuki and breastfeeding 😌

[123puppy]

AlastorMomWeek Day 3

"He won't let me-" Lucifer quiets down when a finger rests on his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. "I didn't- I wasn't-"

"You did nothing wrong, Your Majesty." Rosie murmurs.

"But I-"

"-did nothing." She says firmly. "He is scared. He has never been through this before."

Lucifer nods.

"Let me go in first, calm him down, then you can come in."

Charlie steps closer to her dad and gently pulls him into her arms. He goes willingly, watching Rosie open the door to his and Alastor's room. The door closes.

---------------------------------

Four hours later, the door opens.

The Morningstars look up from their perch on the floor. It was Lucifer who got to his feet first, seeing a familiar hand creep out, red claws gripping the wood.

"Luci?"

"I'm here." Lucifer approached and stood by the crack, seeing Alastor's bright red eyes. The door opens more and reveals more of the deer, his shirt soaked over. But Lucifer ignores it.

"Could..." Alastor flinched, "... could you... come in please?"

"Of course, yes! Uh, if that's ok."

Pushing the door open, Alastor's whole shirt is almost drenched, his nipples pronounced where the 'leakage' is causing the mess. His chest area seems bigger than before, his fur damp and stuck to his body.

"You too, Charlie." Al chimes.

"Are you sure? I can go-"

"I need you here. If it's not too much." Turning a side eye to the fallen angel, who was inching closer to the door, trying to weasel his way inside, Alastor looked back to Charlie and something crossed his face Charlie quickly stood up, going over to her father and placing a hand on his shoulder, pulling him away from the door.

She nods to Alastor and the sinner opens the door fully, allowing them entrance.

This going to be an awkward night.