#tw lactation

[getodrools]

You're round and heavy with another coddled baby, again... and the tot that was already a year old hanging on your hip was screaming, again... and finally, to add to such chaos, the third child that just turned four has now tripped, and is also now crying, again.

You sigh. Heavily. Again.

Even though Sukuna was resting, the pain throbbing in his chest annoys him out of nestled dreams — and the ruckus, "Shut him up. And you, get up, you're fine." Your husband grabs the collar of his son's shirt; twists the fabric around, and lifts him right up to his little feet with ease. His tiny limbs dangled at the short air time, but they went right to work soon as he plopped him down, watching how he mindlessly ran back into whatever adventure his little head could get into... But motherly eyes, mostly see how the freshly ironed Spiderman top now wrinkled and sagged around your little boy's body.

You went to shoot the grump slugging towards you a glare, but the obvious leak dribbling through hard peaks forces you to suck in your lips.

"You're... —"

"We both are." Sukuna waves an arm around as another pair reaches for the wailing chub lashing in your hands. He ignores how snot slobbered down his forearm in the process… But free from the baby, you glance down and also see that you are in fact, soaked with running milk too... Again.

The cries instinctively had your perk breasts stimulate an activation on cue... Used to it yourself, but seeing that big, grouchy man also leak just how you did, bewildered your thoughts! The multiple outcries must've sent Sukuna’s tender pecs to dampness and it was quite a sight for you.

“I didn't know you—”

The hiss Sukuna belches in the baby's face with fangs peaking out, a wrinkled nose, and curling lips force your hand to launch at his broad shoulder.

“Like an annoying mosquito.” His throat rumbles into a deep chuckle at the attempt.

You stick your nose up, “Be nice— and dont hold him like that!” You moved quick, forcing his arms to cushion out instead of holding the baby like a damn flimsy piece of paper in the air…

“He stopped that ugly crying, sweetheart. I think I'm doing something right,” Sukuna pecks at your forehead, feeling the heat rise against tender lips, “Go get washed up.” And you want to admire his stupid smug face, and that odd fatherly nature all the boys so seemed to find comfort in, but you couldn't help but huff.

“Why do they like you so much. I birthed them.”

“I too would listen to a man who has four arms and was titled the King of curses.” He had a point, but it felt much deeper than that… They truly loved their father, watching the youngest yawn out of tears and nuzzled to his chest—

“Ah! The little shit bit me.” Sukuna hisses again and you snort into a fit of laughter how the baby tried to latch itself on something he had no business hooking for…

It was chaos, again.

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[gglitch1dd]

Just thinking about dilf Izuku sucking readers tits dry while she’s lactating or he helps her get rid of a clogged boob🥱

I like you, anon. I really like you.

Husband Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader

Warning: SMUT, parenthood, LACTATION kink, underlying breeding kink, squirting, Izuku being damn right shameless. HEAVY Praise and body worship, soft dom Izuku.

You let out a sigh as you finally undid your maternity bra. You rubbed your areola, letting out a hiss at the pain. Today seemed like an off day for you, where everything just felt wrong. Asahi had been crying all day and Toshinori was running a fever and both boys didn't want to eat anything.

This was one day you felt as though whatever could go wrong with your children was happening.

You walked out of the closet noticing your husband walk back into the bedroom. "I managed to put Asahi to bed. Seems like the poor guy had some gas he couldn't release." He explained to you, talking about your youngest out of your two boys.

You nodded with a relieved expression. "Thank you, Izu." You said softly as you moved to sit down on the bed with a frown on your face.

Izuku studied you for a moment. You were quite. He could tell that something was bothering you and after the day you both had, he couldn't blame you. He had to go for three hours to sign an important document this morning but when he came back, it's as if all hell broke loose.

"My love..." Izuku started as he walked over to where you were sitting. His eyebrows were furrowed as he watched you for another moment. He crouched down in front of you, taking your hands in his own. His big scarred hands ran over your knuckles. "Are you okay? Don't worry, Toshinori has already taken medicine and is dead asleep and I'm sure Asahi just had a bad day today. Bad days happen and it will be better tomorrow."

You let out a sigh, but nodded. "I know, honey. I know, but it was so tiresome." You let out as you leaned back closing your eyes. "You know how worried I get when Toshi gets sick. He's only three but he's so stubborn and he doesn't want to eat anything. Last time we had to take him into the emergency because he was dehydrated. And Asahi just won't drink."

Izuku raised an eyebrow at that, confused as to what you meant. "What do you mean?"

You opened your eyes as you looked at him. "I think I'm making too much milk. Toshinori always was hungry but Asahi won't even suckle for more than ten minutes at a time. It's like he gets fed up." You felt tears move to your eyes, your eyes burning as you looked down at your chest. "I feel so pent up. I can only pump so much but it hurts because it feels so heavy and there's so much I have left."

"Hey, hey, hey." Your husband let out softly as he moved to pull you into his arms as tears fell from your eyes. He moved to rub your back as he sat beside you. His large arms wrapped around you securely, putting a kiss to the top of your head. You buried your face in his chest, letting out a stuttered breath at the feeling of his warm embrace. "I'm right here, honey. I'm right here." He spoke so comfortingly that it almost made you want to cry harder. "Why didn't you tell me that you were struggling with feeding him?" He asked you softly.

You sniffed. "I didn't want to disappoint you. I handled Toshinori so well so I thought Asahi would be similar."

Izuku let out a light chuckle as he kissed the top of your head. "Remember that no child is the same, my love." He moved to look down at you, tilting your head up to look at him. He had a gentle smile on his freckled face, his green eyes were warm as he looked at you. "It isn't your fault, Y/N. You've been doing nothing wrong." He assured you.

You tried looking away from him, tears slipping down your face as you tried to control your emotions. However, his affirmation that you were doing alright and you weren't messing up made you only feel more emotional.

"Some kids just eat less than others. He's still a healthy little boy and he isn't sick or underweight. He's just not as hungry. Okay?"

"Okay."

He nodded his head, moving to kiss your lips gently. You let out a stuttered breath at the action but you nodded your head along with him. You were so glad that Izuku took all the time off that he did whenever you gave birth. You weren't sure how you would manage with a three year old and a newborn but you were so glad that he was right there alongside you.

Izuku peered down at you. "Does it hurt?" He asked. You looked up at him with a confused expression. He motioned to his pecs with a broad gesture making you giggle at his roundabout way of asking about the state of your breasts.

You nodded your head. "Yah, it does." You sniffed, nodding your head. "It's just full more than anything."

He nodded his head, understanding what you meant. He took a moment before speaking again. "Can I help?" He asked.

You felt heat go up your neck at the question. It wasn't the first time he had tasted your milk (nor would it be the last) but anytime that you or him asked never ceased to make you flustered. "Are you sure?"

He hummed with a nod of his head, a kind smile despite the lewd intentions he had. "I want to take care of you tonight." He expressed.

Without warning you, Izuku picked you up in his arms making you squeak. He chuckled before carefully moved to put his back against the headboard with you in his lap. You sat there perched on his lap as he carefully moved your shirt over your shoulders. You allowed him to, allowing him full access of your breasts.

Immediately at the sight of them, his eyes dropped away from your face. You couldn't help but chuckle at how for a few seconds, you were sure Izuku had no thoughts going on inside his head.

"Hm?" He asked, his eyes taking a second before they flicked up at you.

You shook your head. "You are such a man, Izuku."

He let out a scoff before a broad smile went to his face. "Honey, I think anyone who catches their eyes on a great set of knockers is going to stop and stare." He explained only making you giggle. "Besides, they look delicious."

"Izuku." You gave him a pointed look but you couldn't help the smile. "Don't get any bright ideas. Remember, this is only happening because of Asahi."

"And Asahi doesn't want it. Less for him, more for me."

"IZUKU!"

He chuckled as his large hands moved to gently grasp your breasts. Immediately you let out a whimper at the feelings of his grip on you. He noticed how sensitive you were, and noted that he should be careful. He gently moved to massage your breasts, gently kneading at them. You let out a breath as you tried your best not to pull back at the slight pain.

"You're right, you are quite full." He let out softly. The only reason Izuku would notice as much as he did, is because at anytime that he caught you breastfeeding he would always try to cope a feel (shameless man).

Carefully, his green emerald eyes flicked up to you. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward, lapping his tongue over your nipple. He was gentle as he carefully put your breast in his mouth making you clench on nothing at the intensity of his eyes.

He gently started to suck, making you hiss as you moved to grip onto his shoulders. He didn't relent, knowing that it was going to hurt before it got better. He was gentle, carefully massaging at your breast while sucking. It didn't take longer than a few seconds before the sweet drops of milk touched his tongue.

He hummed at the taste, sucking a bit harder knowing that now you were flowing. Your breaths were heavy as you sat on his lap, allowing him to drink from you. You couldn't deny that him helping you like this was damn arousing. Your husband had always put in the effort to help you as best as he could, and you were so grateful for him.

Then again, it was the least he could do for you being his wife and the mother to his children.

Izuku moved to massage your other breast, with his right hand while his left hand moved down your body. You couldn't even seem to care where his hands were going, you were just glad that the pressure you felt was finally being lifted and you felt so good at your husband's touch.

Then you jolted with a squeak and wide eyes. Izuku had what you could only identify as a smirk considering that his mouth was full. His hand had found its way down your cotton panties. His fingers moving to fiddle with your clit. Your eyebrows furrowed in faux concentration as you moved to hold onto his shoulders, trying to stabilise yourself.

It felt so good having his hands on you. His fingers always knew just how you liked to be played with and always knew just where to touch and when. The circles he rubbed into your cunt made you relax as you arched your back, pushing your chest further into his grasp.

Izuku gasped, leaving your left breast with a groan. "You taste so good, sweetheart. You have so much to give." He said noticing that the breast he had just left had just started dripping a bit. He noticed that tonight might just get messy.

He grinned at the thought.

He moved to your right breast, finally giving it the attention it was neglected of. You let out a loud moan as you threw your head back and started grinding down on his hand that cupped your cunt. "Yes... Yes, Izu. Just- just suck a bit harder. Just a tiny bi- FUCK~" You moaned as your eyes rolled back, grinding down on his calloused hand.

He chuckled. "You're so wet for me beautiful. You must be really enjoying yourself." He murmured against your breast. He let out a moan at the pleasurable taste, drinking as much milk as he could to put you at ease. You were absolutely dripping on his hand and your breasts were leaking milk past his mouth and on his chest.

Izuku knew that if he died right now, he would have no complaints.

He let go of your right breast with a pup, moving to massage it like he had been doing with your left one. "Come on baby, you're doing so good." He praised you, your small keens and moans filling the air as the only thing you could think of was coming. You were chasing that high, pushing yourself against his hand and basically bouncing on his lap in need. He kept the pace just like you liked it, being careful not to speed up or slow down. Kissed your sternum. "Come for me, my love. Come for me. You're so beautiful, mama. You deserve it. You're almost there."

You let out a whimper, your thighs shaking but not being quite there yet. You let out a frustrated cry as you flicked your teary eyes at him needly. "Help." You whispered.

He chuckled as he wrapped his arm around you, turning the both of you around so that you can lie on your back underneath him. He moved to fingers inside you, easily finding that spot that had you clamping down on his fingers hard. A deep groan left your lips as you arched up against him.

"There we go." He praised, moving his fingers fast and hard, making sure his thumb stimulated your clit. "There you go, such a good girl. You're my good girl. You can do it, my love. You can do it. You're almost there." You couldn't think, you could barely even breathe other than to moan and cry like a whore. You let out a broken sob at the pounding of his fingers in that area. He reached down to careful bite your nip between his teeth just gently and suddenly you saw white.

A broken moan left your mouth as you were in complete ecstasy.

At the amount of slick against his hand Izuku chuckled as he realised you were squirting. "There it is. Good girl. You're so perfect." He praised as his fingers didn't slow down. The dragged out your orgasm long and hard, letting slick gush over his hand and arm as he did so.

You gasped with a sigh fallling back into bed with a whimper, trying to closer your legs. Izuku took that as an indication to stop. Slowly slipping his hand out of your now drenched cotton underwear.

He sat up on his knees, looking at the beautiful masterpiece that was you sprawled out in front of him. You were heaving for air, tired and worn out but covered in slick between your thighs and milk on your chest. Your eyes closed as you floated on cloud nine for a moment.

Izuku looked down at his hand with a chuckle, sticking the two fingers that were inside you in his mouth with a hum. He licked them clean before leaning down to you. "Such a good girl." He praised as he kissed your forehead. You let out a soft whine, and instantly he moved to wrap his arms around you, picking you up in his arms. "My amazing wife. You're so spectacular. That was amazing sweetheart. Do you feel better?" He asked as he carried you to the bathroom.

You nodded your head tiredly in the crook of his neck.

He hummed. "I bet you do. You did so well for me. You did so well. I'm so proud of you." He praised as he walked into the bathroom, keeping the lights off as not to disturb the cloud you were floating on.

He carefully grabbed a cloth, putting it in warm water, all while holding you up with one hand. He knew you wouldn't want to let go of him so he worked around you. He walked back into the bedroom, the lights staying dim as he lay you back down on his side of the bed, wrapping you up in a different blanket. He carefully wiped you clean, praising you softly with whispers.

You weren't even sure what happened by the time your mind was half back. You were in new pyjamas with the bed sheets changed and feeling clean. Your husband had slid into bed with you, petting down your back with a soft hum out of his chest. You fell right to sleep, dead asleep.

Izuku knew that he probably didn't get all the milk out, but that would be dealt with later. As in, midnight.

-Glitch1d

[Izuku Midoriya Masterlist]

[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

[melon-cream-enmu]

Cw fem afab plus size reader, pregnancy, lactation, smut, baby

Beel adores your pregnant belly! He adores your big belly before too of course, but now there’s a lil guy in it! He knows how babies work, but with his bug-like demon traits he’s always a little bit worried about things. But seeing you, happy and going about your day calms his thoughts.

He was very nervous when you two started having sex. You fit so wonderfully right in his arms and his hands but you were still smaller than him. Asmo likes to make the ‘his dick is the size of your thigh mc’ jokes and they’re not true but he’s still….so big. But he loves how you take him, how you twitch and tremble. Your plump lips spread allowing him to toy with your clit easier when you’re stuffed with his cock.

You always looked so tasty when he’s finished coming several rounds into you and he pulls out, watching how your twitching, sensitive cunt squeezes out his cum. He always wants to eat you out again so bad, but he did earlier to open you up a bit and you’ve already had too much, you’re overstimulated.

Beels body works different than his brothers. With his bug-like physical traits comes strange not so physical traits. He’s only ‘able’ to make you pregnant once a month. Like human periods as you explain them to him it’s a side effect of his rut, there’s always a ‘downside’ to one’s rut and that’s his, usually the week after his rut. But that just means he can creampie you (a term he overheard when you and asmo were chatting and is now a favorite of his) all you want.

The pregnancy was an accident but not in ‘that’ way! You’d both said you’d love to have a baby but you weren’t worrying about it right now. You both had been pretty aware of how your period and his rut scheduled themselves and usually avoided sex if it be necessary. But he messed up. He didn’t remember that his rut came late, and so it was now ‘that’ week. And you were ovulating. You’d both forgotten about his late rut that then shifted things.

The fact the two of you fucked like rabbits that week didn’t make it any better. He was just so needy he couldn’t go without you for more than a day.

So when you’re period was late, you initially didn’t think anything of it, sometimes it happens. But Beel didn’t smell any blood from you. The smell of the blood in humans veins smelled different to the smell of blood outside of the body, and he didn’t smell any at all on you. He was gently when he suggested you get a test, and you seemed nervous when you recalled the past few weeks. But you assured him you were fine, whatever the outcome.

So here you are, belly big and round. Beel is big so of course his baby would be. The doctor Solomon brings to the devildom for you (a magic user like Solomon and you) says the size isn’t abnormal, the baby is big but they’re big human baby sized. There shouldn’t be complications.

Beel loves seeing all of his brothers be affectionate with you if he can’t be watching you all the time. If he has sports or needs to go and get food someone will hang around with you. A lot of the time it’s not anyone in particular as everyone is home at the same time a lot. But he likes seeing Asmo applying lotions and creams to your face and hands because he wants you to try them, or Mammon sitting close to you and showing you all of the things he thinks you should buy the baby, knowing he’ll end up buying it anyway to make sure the baby has fun toys or cool clothes. Belphie taking his usual naps, but now beside you on the couch, head near your belly.

And he LOVES to hold your belly! He knows it’s heavy and your back must hurt, so he found out you can stand behind someone and reach from behind and gently lift their belly and hold it, so there’s not all of that weight pulling at them. He loves the sighs you make when you feel that relief. He loves being able to hold something so important.

He loves your pregnancy cravings too, of course he does. The brothers will pop into the kitchen and spot you putting a weird combination of food into your mouth and look on with mild disgust, meanwhile Beel is pushing past them to get a taste of your snack too.

And I mentioned it in asmos but Beel has the biggest baby! (With Asmo’s baby being the second biggest because I like the idea) and they’re a very tired baby all the time! Is so exhausting always being hungry and wanting to play so much🥺.

It’s like your body know this baby isn’t normal, so you produce A LOT of milk. If she isn’t playing with her uncles or her toys, she’s feeding. Your breasts get so sore with how insistent she is on getting her fill of milk. You have to constantly switch which nipple she’s on. And it’s like your body knows that Beel wants some too, because even after she’s full and has been put to sleep, you still have what feels like too much milk.

Beel takes cold wet hand towels to your breasts as he massages them, the cold soothing the pain and the massaging helping to work out the milk. If you let him, he’s extremely gentle as he tends to your nippile with his mouth.

You two are practically perfect parents for first timers. It of course doesn’t hurt that you have 6 men around to help if needed, but you and Beel learn rather quickly the minor do’s and don’t’s (having learned the big ones much before she was was born in preparation).

Before you, Beel could’ve said he was happy if asked, but now with you, your baby, and all his brothers, he’s truly the happiest he’s been in a very long time. And he loves you for allowing him that.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was in a prison, and I was in solitary. They took me out so I could play with everyone else in a bouncy house. We played hide and seek and the seeker had a gun. I complained that my chest hurt and for some reason they tried to pump breast milk out of me.

[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.

[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

[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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[propertyofwhitney67]

Oh to be Whitney’s kitty and suck on her tits lazily. It happens so often she eventually starts lactating, she gets mad at first but she can’t help but find it hot. Now you have to help relieve the pressure after a long day.

Keeping Whitney’s cock warm with my mouth while he scrolls through tiktok. He likes the texture of your tongue for some reason, it’s weird but he likes it.

I just wanna be their pet damnit

[frogchiro]

Sorry for enabling possible Childe bullying, but like… imagine how bitter Childe would be seeing you big and round w/ Pierro’s clutch… Even more so when they hatch :’)

oof he'd be so bitter about it too, after all it was him that was supposed to wrap tails with you and breed you with his clutch and not that old fart! he's young and family man at heart, he'd give you at least a dozen of eggs if you wanted and yet there you are, wrapped around another man's tail, your belly swollen with his clutch and your tits full of milk and ready to feed the many hungry mouths to come.

childe can feel his tail almost rattle with anger and bitterness, longing for a nice long suckling session from your full tits as your many pups would sleep soundly in their little comfy nest but it is and will forever remain just that-a fantasy.