#nursing kink

[wambos-storytime-corner]

7 Deadly Diapers, Ch. 3: Gluttony pt. 2 (TW: addiction, weight shaming, and body shaming)

“Uhhhh How should I know?” Whitney cocked her eyebrow and in confusion, a chuff of humored air escaped her lips.

“Oh gee, I don’t know. Maybe because my gym bag was right where I left it this morning and now YOU’VE filled it with this! Was starving me not enough?” Ethan steamed.

“Look I really don’t know where all that stuff came from but why don’t you just—?”

“Grab some other clothes? Yeah yeah, I saw what you did to the wardrobe too! My clothes are all gone and all that’s left is shit like this!” Rifling in the bag for a moment he snakes out a pale blue, form fitting, snap-crotch baby onesie but sized up for an adult. Whitney covered her mouth to stifle any giggles. After a stutter she clears her throat.

“Okay Ethan, what’s going on? Where’d you even get that thing?”

“In our closet! Where YOU put it!— no. No! Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m not entertaining any of this anymore. Now if you aren’t gonna tell me where my shit is, I need something to wear to the gym.” He holds out his hand, “give me your sweater. C’mon.”

Whitney realized that this situation was quite confusing for the both of them, but the tone in Ethan’s voice threatened an argument she didn’t have any energy for after their last one five minutes ago. With a sigh, she works the sweater up and off of herself. Ethan watched with a tapping foot and a huff until he saw what laid beneath her bulky, unflattering top layer.

His eyes followed up to her belly button now nestled in a gently slimmer figure, then to her waist which smoothly swayed inward with healthy folds, and finally he was struck by sheer awe as he was introduced to her new, swollen, double D-cup boobs held up by a bra that practically buckled under their weight.

“W-whoa.. uh.. I..” he gulped and stuttered. The entirety of his demeanor shifted suddenly. His lips smacked hungrily as drool pooled in his mouth and started escaping his open jaws.

“Uh, Ethan?.. Hello! Earth to Ethan?!” Whitney snapped impatiently causing her husband to slurp up the string of slobber dangling off his lip and clear his throat. But she noticed where his line of sight was. “What are you looking at you perv..? Ugh do you want the sweater or not?”

Something stirred in his stomach however as he looked at the sweater and his wife’s ample bosom. He was met with a decision for where the conversation and their dynamic would go next. And he didn’t like what his brain craved more out of the two options. His stomach, however, was all too willing to give him away. It snarled hungrily.

GARGLLLLLGLLR!!

“Ahem. Uh.. pardon me.. erm.. about dinner. I’m.. sorry.” He scratched his head in shame.

“You’re what?”

“I’m sorry! Okay? Uh… I should be more.. thankful! And ready to drink— NO! EAT Whatever you prepare for me..” he approaches her. A crazed, desperate and almost addict-like look in his eyes, even going so far as to move her sweater-holding hand out of the way. She put her foot up haphazardly and unintentionally against his crotch to stop him.

“Whoa there, tiger! What’s your angle?” She said, bewildered by his unusual change of heart. But amidst her confusion, a pang of discomfort struck her in both nipples. She winced and grasped her breasts. Pulling her hands away she noticed a white substance left behind from their tips. She was lactating. But the revelations didn’t stop there. She couldn’t help but spot that her husband’s eyes were locked onto the puddle of rich milk in her palm like a junkie, ready to relapse.

Curious, she lifted her palm towards his face and after a terse moment of silent internal conflict… Ethan began to lap up the milk like a newborn kitten. Whitney’s thoughts began to wander somewhere a bit more devious watching her critical, body-shaming husband desire her breast milk so eagerly. Until finally she had her plan come together. A wry smile wrapped over her face.

“Oh yeah~? You want these puppies that bad? Gosh… You sure don’t look the part though…” she sultrily nods towards the gym-turned-diaper bag, letting her diabolical plot begin to unfold, “You know what I want you to put on. Chop chop, mister! The gym can wait…”

[blushedfemme]

no it’s not weird i swear i just want a big tough butch to suckle my tits and get so warm and comfy and soft that they fall fast asleep in my arms

[wrenmolko]

More than a handful

[rinameunconcious]

can I suck your titty, momma?

of course you can baby! settle down on mama's lap and let me guide your mouth to my tit now, there we go, good girl, latch on to mama and suckle away as much as you want...

[diapered-bun]

You should be telling me all about how adorable I am sucking on the nipple of this bottle and how I should be latched directly onto you instead.

[runa-falls]

imagine if steven's nursing kink got so bad that u start lactating...

[iamwestiec]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luò Bīnghé/Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū Characters: Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Married Luo Binghe/Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu, Pregnant Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu, Shang Qinghua | Airplane Shooting Toward the Sky's Plot Devices, Mpreg, Male Lactation, Nursing Kink, Breastfeeding, Breasts, Hand Jobs, Grinding, Intercrural Sex, Hair-pulling, Wet & Messy Summary:

"Shizun," Binghe said in his most reasonable voice, like there was anything reasonable about a grown man begging to nurse from another grown man, "our baby is still months away, and your body needs relief now. You're doing so much for our child; can't I do this for you?"

[pretty-good-girl]

slip something in my drink at breakfast so over the day my tits swell and fill with milk, and by dinner i'm ready for you to drink from me instead

[desi-lesbian]

Eating a girl out till they're not just moaning but screaming when they cum🤌

[wrenmolko]

Do you want to play? ♡

[blackat-t7t]

Clone troopers + nursing/breastfeeing

Cw for uuhhhhh... childhood curiosity about bodies that takes a distinctly kinky turn as the characters get older? Sort of non-sexual but also sort of sexual kink?

Also generally cloneshipping (incest or pseudo-incest?), oral fixation, breastfeeding kink (but no actual lactation)

Back on my bullshit about clones being fascinated by the idea of breastfeeding, since they (obviously) don't have a mother and therefore were never breastfed. They were probably bottle-fed by nurse droids or something. Maaaybe the later batches were bottle fed by older brothers after the kaminoans learned that being held is important to human infants' mental development?

But like- clones having no idea breastfeeding was a thing until it came up in a biology class or something. Maybe it's briefly touched on in one of the medics' classes. (I don't imagine the kaminoans teach them much that isn't directly related to war.)

There are no families in their city, no babies being born to mothers who the clones would see breastfeeding. They learn about it as a biological process, and- it's weird.

It's weird to know that that's something human infants are supposed to get, but they didn't. Their younger brothers being decanted now aren't getting it. Do they feel like they were cheated out of yet another experience that natborns get? Or do they think breastfeeding is kriffing weird and gross and they dodged a bullet?

Tweens in medic training wondering if, since being bottle-fed by non-droids is good for the tubies, maybe they would benefit from being held against a bare chest and sucking on a nipple, even if nothing is coming out?

And when they give it a try (secretly, because they weren't told to do this, so who knows how the longnecks would react), it does seem to help! The tubies seem happier and calmer when they get a bottle and a nipple, than when it's just a bottle. And it's soothing for them too, nursing their baby brothers.

And one of those tween clones starts wondering what it's like, what they missed out on. They're embarrassed to admit it, to say they want something they haven't been offered, something the other brothers don't seem hung up on like they are, but eventually they confide in a sympathetic squadmate about what they've been feeling.

And, well- that squadmate has already been nursing tubies, so nursing someone older doesn't seem too much weirder. They lay down together in a bunk, and it's awkward at first, and hard to figure out a position, and they're nervous, but once they start the tension drains quickly.

It's- comfortable. Comforting. For both of them. After a while, the medic shyly asks if they can switch, and their brother agrees, and- it's good. Soft skin under their fingers and a heartbeat beneath their ear, the warmth and darkness of huddling under a blanket in a bunk, the familiar scent exactly like their own, and the taste of skin, the feel of something in their mouth.

With millions of clones, they're not the only ones who explore like this. Not everyone tries it, and not everyone who does likes it enough to do it again. Most of the brothers who like it eventually grow out of it, but for some, it continues off and on for years.

When they hit puberty and erections are frequent and require only the barest provocation, the nature of the encounters- shifts. Not just cuddling and suckling, but rubbing, rocking, thrusting, and stroking. (It doesn't even feel like they're crossing a line by adding a sexual element to their relationship. Maybe there is no line. Maybe the line was crossed long ago.)

Suckling shifts from nipples, to fingers, to cocks, as they feed one another the only type of "milk" they can make. It becomes a favorite activity, nursing on one another's cocks, both in urgency to reach release and because- it's comforting, just like nursing at the breast.

As they get older and hormones settle, not every encounter turns sexual. Sometimes it's about release, but just as often it's about comfort, given and received.

Then the war comes. Death and destruction and planets saved and brothers lost. And maybe they're split up, different barracks or different ships, or even different battalions. They can't indulge like that anymore, and they learn to live without it.

But when they see each other again, it's the most natural thing in the world to fall into that again. Yes, there's sex. There's need, and desire, and a drive to prove and to celebrate their continued survival. But there's also comfort, especially after a hard battle, when brothers they fight alongside barely made it out, or didn't make it out.

They lay together in the darkness of a bunk, like they did when they were small, with the blankets pulled over their heads like they can block out the world, block out the war. Soft skin bears new scars, and the smell of blasterfire is inescapable, but some things never change: the taste of skin, the sensation of it slick and soft between their lips, the steady heartbeat in their ear saying "We're alive, we're alive, we're alive."

[rinameunconcious]

hi mommy

my mind races with the thought of you and all the ways you could use me. i want to be your toy you use when you come home from a day full of stress. but sometimes you have to check my little cunnie and make sure it’s up to your standards. so that would call for weekly inspections and nursing sessions. but i crave your touch so much mommy. i just wanna be yours. i get so leaky and sticky thinking about you :(

oh little one...it'd be so lovely coming home from a stressful day to such a beautiful thing like you. your legs already spread open wide for me on my bed, ready for a deep and thorough inspection. you'd shiver at my touch as I grope you, just lightly feeling you and how wet your cute little cunnie gets from my touch alone. getting to sit you on my lap and help you latch onto my tits as you drink from me, all to make my little girl stronger....that'd just be wonderful <3

[blushedfemme]

i can't tell you how much i'd love to suckle your tits especially while i'm exhausted and needy, massage the other one while i busy myself with one and feel your nails scratch against my scalp <3

mmmm this sounds ideal anon, it would do wonders for me too 🥰