#tw lactation

[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.

[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.

[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?"

[officialabortive]

Bull!Bakugou x dairy cow! Reader

I'd like to clarify that I do NOT support the dairy industry in any way. Fuck those dairy-farm-running motherfuckers

This is purely to sedate my lactation kink.

Bull!bakugou who refuses to let his favorite cow stay in the stuffy barn all dairy cows are kept in, not trusting the farmhands to properly take care of you. Instead dragging you to the separate shelter used to house the pasture's handful of bulls

Even though each bull is separated by a few wooden planks, (meant to prevent fights) he is still wary of the others, not wanting anyone else getting close to you. He just wants to protect you

Bull!Bakugou who cant get enough of your milk, his favorite meal.

Bull!Bakugou who spends long expenses of time draining your tits, never unlatching. Still continuing to suckle even after he's had his fill and then some

Bull!Bakugou who only groans at you whenever you tell him to be gentle, the harsh suction being too much to handle. But he never listens, not letting up on his rough eagerness to drink everything you have to offer

Bull!Bakugou who starts acting like a calf again once he tastes your milk for the first time. Snubbing his nose at the feed given by the farm, only wanting to feed from you. Besides, you can provide him with more nutrients than any hay ever could

Bull!Bakugou who soon realizes how much water you need to drink to accommodate with milk production. Now keeping a tub of water in his stall to keep you hydrated. It's like your own little water trough

With your new constant access to water has you drinking more than usual, thus bakugou finds out drinking more means more milk

Bull!Bakugou is now constantly having you drink large amounts throughout the day. Doing this to the point that you're so full of milk, there are constant streams of the sweet liquid running from your nipples and down your torso

Bull!Bakugou who can't fall asleep without a tit in his mouth. Relaxed by the feeling of a full stomach

Bull!Bakugou who knows milk contains antibodies, as to why it always helps sick calves

Bull!Bakugou who milks you by hand, collecting the nutrients in an empty jar when your I'll. Feeding it to you, saying it'll make you better and damn well believing it

The farmhands are always left confused when they hook you up to the milking machines, but end up without get as much milk out of you as they should

Meanwhile Bull!Bakugou is watching from a distance. A droplet of milk adorning the corner of his smirking lips

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[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…….

[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

[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.

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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.

[twinkinspector]

Omg please write lactation. I love for that……Beel would have one. Food and pussy at the same time

absolutely he would have a lactation kink!!!!!

the first time it happens, he's playing with your nipples, squeezing and kneading at your breasts until a little white droplet comes out of one.

you don't even notice – too engrossed in the pleasure that's shooting down into your core, soaking through your thin panties and on to beel's toned stomach.

"y/n," he breathes, pulling his head back to look into your eyes. you open yours, coming back to reality as he stops flicking his tongue and sucking on you.

you feel his cock twitch against your ass, throbbing with need – but for something new this time. beel flicks his eyes to the droplet of milk that's now running slowly down your tit.

your eyes settle on it and widen as you feel a pang in your chest – this has literally never happened before. "i- oh, that's weird. i'm- i'm sorry," you sputter, stumbling to apologize, hoping it didn't turn him off.

"no, no, no," he counters gently, grabbing your face in his hands, forcing you to look into his eyes. "don't be sorry. can i- can i try it?" he licks his lips, flicking his eyes from yours to the droplet of milk.

"mmhmm," you manage, still uncertain. he drops his hands from your face and brings them to your breast, holding on to it and angling it so the drop doesn't fall further.

beel sticks out his tongue to lap up the little bit of milk you've produced for him, humming and closing his eyes as soon as the sweet, warm liquid hits his tastebuds.

there it is again – the twitch of his painfully hard length, leaving a little bit of sticky pre on your ass. when he looks back at you, his eyes are different – darker... hungry.

in an instant, he fits his lips around your nipple, careful to make a tight seal, and starts to suckle, eyes fluttering closed again. you let out a moan at the sensation, but you need more.

gently, you thread your fingers through his hair and tug him off, giving yourself a little room to adjust. "'m gonna ride you now, okay?"

you take his weeping cock into your hand and pump it a few times, spreading his arousal all the way down and back up, down and back up, massaging the velvety skin as he grows even harder – bigger – somehow.

you position your sopping pussy above him and sink down, moaning as the tip stretches you out. slowly, slowly, slowly, you lower yourself down inch by inch, and beel is being so good – letting you take your time and adjust even though that's the last thing he wants to do.

he wants to fuck up into you, burying his fat cock as far inside you as he can just to pull back out all the way, wants to make your full tits bounce, wants to imagine the milk sloshing around inside until he can latch on again and suck every last drop out.

"please," he growls under you through gritted teeth. "move... or at least let me have more milk." you can tell he's going to lose control if you don't do one or the other.

so you lean over him, breasts dangling in his face, and place a hand on the back of his neck. you pull his head forward, into you. "go ahead," you coo.

"work on the other one while i do this," he instructs, suctioning his lips back on your little bud. his rhythmic suckling has your cunt clenching around him, and he whines.

"shhhhh," you shush, stroking the back of his head as he drinks down a few more drops. you know he's pulled more milk out when you feel his length twitch and feel his breath fan on your chest while he lets out a small, "mmph," around you.

as he continues, you start your work on the other nipple, rolling it and squeezing it to try to force out a little bit of the sweet nectar that he loves so much.

between the ministrations on both of your breasts, your pussy is massaging him like crazy. you're only cockwarming him now, but there's no need to move with the pulses of his dick and your cunt together.

finally, another little milky-white drop comes out of the bud you're working on. "beel," you breathe, and he hears the excitement in your voice. "look!"

he knows what he's about to see, and he's sure it'll push him over the edge. he opens his eyes, looking first at your glowing face, big grin painted on your lips. and then he glances down at your breast, the droplet sitting so pretty and appetizing on your skin.

he releases your tit with a pop and latches on to the other one, suckling and biting and moaning as he starts to fuck up into you now, knowing that he's about to cum.

and you know it too, from the way he's moving – hips stuttering, movements seemingly involuntary. when he finally paints your insides white, warmth and fullness spreading through your lower tummy, he doesn't let go of your breast.

he just stays there, suckling and humming as you stroke his hair, his cock softening a little inside you. and you stay like that until he's had his fill

[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.

[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.

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[hayakawalove]

SUGURU WITH A LACTATION KINK 🫣

He loooves drinking your milk since it tastes so sweet and its maternal? He’d be caring abt it too since he wants to relieve your sore and heavy breasts <3

I SEE IT

He is so maternal isn’t he….if it would make you feel better of course he’d do it. I think he’d offer but pose it as a joke at first, he wouldn’t want you to look at him differently. Like he’d make a joke that would be a bit patronizing at first but when you take him up on the offer he’s so happy. His hands are soft as they hold you, and he keeps a watchful eye out for your reactions. Obviously he doesn’t want it to hurt. Places kisses down your chest. Asks if you feel better after. And he all but begs you to tell him if you need him to do it again.

[gojoest]

He demands a nursing session at certain hours of the evening/night or else he won’t keep quiet or sleep well

he’s so needy and clingy once he opens up, it’s so cute. and yes he needs your tit in his mouth for emotional support. don’t get me started how much of a menace he is when you’re pregnant and lactating. wakes you up in the middle of the night like, “we have to practice feeding the baby”. he’s the baby

[teaforopal]

i’m writing a denji x reader lactation kink fic and tell my why it’s 1.4k words and they haven’t even fucked yet. curse my need for a plot

[pomefiore-visitor]

mtf moira/ftm lucio breeding cw for breeding (of course) dacryphilia, overstim and slight lactation kink

i do not consent to minor interaction, minors dni

longest fic i’ve written to date!! I also know they’re more of a rare pair but i LOOOVEEE them. I’ve been fiddling with this for ages and while i’m still not entirely happy with it I need to show the world them always <333. Posted to ao3 here !!

Everything about them was so different from Lucio’s partners back at home. Hookups in the humid April nights of Rio were too casual for his liking. The conservative environment he faced frequently was all too familiar to him. And he was happy to oblige, so much so that he near convinced himself he didn’t ache for something more. Not a single soul would expect a hedonistic streak out of the DJ. 

But Moira was far off from the occasional fling, she knew him and knew what he wanted. She read him like a tome. And no matter how subtle Lucio thought he was being, Moira spotted it with expert precision. At first there was simply something Moira wanted to pick apart, she wanted to dissect his every want and need. Blooming into a near obsession to reverse engineer Lucio’s eros. 

It’s what led her to indulge his desires, giving ear to every fantasy that he spun. Lucio reveled in that, naturally. The feeling of being listened to, humoring him in a way that only she did. Lucio was not a demanding lover, not by any sense of the word. He happily fit any role that was asked of him, happy to bring any partner as much pleasure as he possibly could. But there was something different with Moira. A routine that they both found themselves enjoying time and time again.

He sought out his needs in the privacy of her cruel intimacy. There was something inherently off about his partnership with Moira. She was sterile, like there was a chemical bite in her afterglow. That feeling of asepsis served to heighten his arousal, and he found himself with buckled knees and slick dripping down his thighs with every word from her barbed tongue. 

And its moments like this — moments where Moira held Lucio down by his throat, opting into fucking him silly, he was more than happy to lay and take. Happy to be a warm hole for her. 

“You know…” Moira mused, easing the head of her cock out of Lucio with a slick pop. “You do look quite good like this.”

Lucio whined sweetly in response, so far gone in the rhythm he found to her shallow thrusts. The hypnotizing way her dick disappeared and reappeared into his slick cunt made him paw and scrabble at her, needy and wanting. He chirruped, bucking his hips upwards in a seedy tempo matching her own. 

“Puh- merda– Please. Please ma’am” He whines “I need you so so bad and I–” He sobs and hiccups once, overstimulated from his angry erect clit brushing against the cradle of Moira’s bony hips and the cock fucking in and out of him at a sadistic pace. 

Moira always watches him with a scientific eye, intentional with every roll and squeeze into him. And in this, infers his pleas as a green light for harsh, cruel, thrusts — holding Lucio’s waist in her hands for stability.

“So pretty when you cry, little one. '' She purrs over his babbles, pressing the palm of her hand against the base of his stomach. This forces the spongey center of his cunt closer to the impact of her cockhead, making him whine deeper in his throat. She took all of him in at this moment, admiring the way his small chest bounces with every thrust into his slick pussy. Expert hand moves to roll a dark nipple in between her fingers, cradling the soft bit of tissue at the base of his breast. She squeezes.

Barely coherent, it takes Moira a moment to truly figure out what Lucio is saying. He struggles with his words, skipping like a scratched record as the sound catches in his voice box. “Breed me ma’am” He squeals out in his desperate whines, broken and wanting. “Want it suh-so so bad. Want to be bred like a bitch in heat.” Lucio’s lungs hitch with full sobs.

“Oh?” She purrs at him with a smile. The cries fill her chest with a sort of pride, bubbling to the surface with every mean roll of her hips into his aching cunt. As gentle as a lover she had the capacity to be, she was sadistic and calculated to her core. And at this moment, the barbed venom was all Lucio needed. The notion of breeding him, even when lost in a chorus of pleas, sends a ripple of excitement through her. In one smooth calculated motion Moira’s palms slide up behind the back of his thighs and pin them to the sides of his skull. She traps him in the press, eager to stuff him full. 

It takes little for Moira’s cock to kiss his cervix, being so deep inside him. Lucio flutters around her, his cunt squeezing down like a vice. “What a precious breeding bitch you are, taking me in so well” Moira purrs as she works him open. “How well will you take my seed, I wonder.” Her well manicured hand slides over his taut stomach. “I look forward to watching you grow fat with pups..” She pinches and rolls his nipples between her fingers as her hips stutter, the torturous act of mating him spurring her on. 

The stimulation was enough to make Lucio cry -- and cry he did. Arching his back and choking on his own squeals. He bucks his hips once against Moira in a silent plea, begging and chasing his finish. 

“You are not to come without my express permission, a pheata.” She states firmly, the heel of her palm pushing his lower abdomen down onto her dick again. She thrusts once, then twice, then a third time. And as Lucio’s short fingernails dig into the lean muscle in her shoulder blades, she’s coming. Finishing deep inside him and topping up the pinprick opening of his cervix till it spills over onto the sheets below. 

“You will take everything I have to give you, and then you will finish.” Moira states matter-of-factly, leaving no room for argument (although there would be little arguing coming from Lucio, anyways). And he’s nodding and babbling and sobbing in agreement. 

“Feel so full.” He bawls, feeling Moira’s cock pulse in his stomach. She leans over him, not moving her hips but sliding her palms up his stomach to pull on his nipples with an expert hand.

“Can you imagine how much more full you’ll feel soon, pet? Leaking ichor and stuffed to the brim with life?” She coos at him, her fingers squeezing the base of his areola to attempt to simulate the feeling of getting milked, other hand rubs comforting circles into his belly. Lucio whines, loud and high-pitched in the back of his throat and his pussy soaks through at the thought. He takes a gasping breath as he looks down at her ministrations, so gentle but so cruel.

Moira hums and looks down at him, giving a little experimental thrust. “Do you need me to help you finish taking my seed, little pollywog?”

And he’s squealing, his body involuntarily bucking up to meet her hips. “Yes ma’am. Want to come so bad, I-” He hiccups, looking down where their bodies join. “Want you. Need you-”. 

Her hand moves to palm at the junction of her cock and his cunt. “Then take it.” She says with a roll of her hips, fucking spurred on with the want and need to see him unravel further. “That’s a good boy, come now.” And with her permission -- Lucio is screaming. Begging at the air for everything and nothing and all things in between. His hips lifting and twitching in the air as violent orgasm rips through his stomach. 

Before long he’s flopping sweaty and panting onto the mattress beneath. With a slick pop Moira is following him, cock slipping out of his cunt easily. They lay there, breathing heavily and catching individual breaths. Eventually Lucio turns and curls into the older woman. 

“Mmph.. Thank you, bem” he says, voice small. “Needed that.”

Moira hums and starts tracing circles into the soft skin of his stomach. She peppers kisses against his earlobe and observes his softened features with a kind gaze. “Of course, cub. You did such a good job, you always do” She praises softly. “Do you feel alright?” 

Lucio’s humming, a soft noise in the base of his vocal cords. “Feel good” he croaks. “Floaty... sleepy”. He cuddles into her further and shifts where he lies. “Could fuck up a bath right about now” He chuckles, mostly to himself until Moira is scooping him in deceptively strong arms. She cradles him, kissing his face. “Bath it is, then. I’m not letting you go to bed without one.” And as Lucio slips into her, she tuts, but brings him to her bath all the same.

[twinkinspector]

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DENKI WITH A LACTATION KINK AND HE'S MASSAGING YOU AND TRYING TO GET THE MILK OUT AND GET YOU TO RELAX SO IT CAN ACTUALLY COME OUT AND THEN HE STARTS RUBBING UR CLIT AND MILK SQUIRTS OUT WHEN HE SQUEEZES