#lactophilia

[alaska-verse]

Pew pew 🔫

[sweetmilkers]

ready to be drained😋

[djopuppy]

lactophilia with gator tillman *.❤︎₊ ⊹ 18+

your baby had arrived a month ago, but your breasts were still heavy and swollen to a painful degree. you leaked constantly through the padding in your bra while you continued to overproduce.

gator had been observing for days, he honestly couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and the obvious enlargement of one of his favorite features of yours. the way your body produced so much was sexy to him.

you’d been shifting uncomfortably for hours as you laid in bed next to him before he leaned over your body and kissed your forehead.

“lemme fix it for ya, honey” his hand started to trail up your arm softly, but there’s was a greed in his eyes as he looked down at the top of your damp nightgown “cmon. lemme take care of you, mama” he asked as his fingers began to gently graze over the damp spots where your breasts sat inside your shirt.

you exhaled shakily, slightly embarrassed at his request “you.. you really want to? it’s not weird or anything?”

you’d wanted him to ask for days now, weeks even. but the words never found themselves on your tongue.

“weird? baby, im starvin f’ya” he confessed needily.

gators face moved closer until his nose was brushing against your neck while he kissed your flushed skin softly.

“i wanna taste every drop, wanna suck em dry” it didn’t take much convincing on either side.

the second gators lips connected with your aching tit, a long groan fell from your lips, your head tilting back and eyes rolling to the back of your head in pure relief and pleasure.

gators hand was kneading at the soft tissue of your other breast, a thin stream of milk leaking down his knuckles and wrist while he continued to hollow out his cheeks around your nipple, gulping milk down greedily.

moans of relief were filling the room as your hands gripped the tight muscle in his shoulders.

“baby… god, that feels really good” you whined as you pulled him closer until his face was pressing against your skin, desperate for him to continue.

gator pulled his face back just enough to look up at you as his tongue started flicking over your peaked and sensitive nipple. he was swirling his tongue in long strokes, teasing the edges as you twitched under him. his fingers became digging into the skin lightly, causing a light stream of milk to shoot out and splash against his cheek and nose, dripping down to his swollen lips.

“fuck. taste just like heaven, mama.” gator groaned out as he licked his own lips clean before shifting to relieve your other breast.

his hips began grinding against your thigh. his cock, now rock hard inside of his boxers, rubbing against your sensitive skin.

your leg was moving against him, creating a friction that had both of you dizzy. you could feel the slightly damp spot forming.

“look at that, huh. got me leakin’ jus like you are.” gator smirked against your breast before continuing to suck the rest of the pain right out of you.

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[fryrplsr]

my dream job? easy! i want to be public breeding stock. i want to be tied up for anyone and everyone to cum in and plugged up when i'm not in use. i'll be kept busy for as long as possible, even when my belly is bulging and my tits are leaky, till eventually you have to move me to a second location. there you can hook my udders up to pumps and milk me day and night, plus the nice workers can use my holes as a job benefit, till eventually i give birth. after that i'll get a few short weeks of rest before i'm tied back up and given back to the public, ready for my next cock and next baby. seems like the best fit for me 🤍

[universesweetheart]

Curious (Sukuna x Reader)

Kinktober Day 28: Lactophilia I could write this reverse as well cause he lactates (i know it was a mistranslation but where's the fun in that) My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡

Looking up from your book, you find your husband's four eyes glued onto you. More specially, your heavy chest

You stared back at your husband, cocking an eyebrow in question at him.

He grunts and gets up, hands pushing off on his knees as he stands. The epitome of an old man. You bite back a smile.

You watch your husband make his way over to you. Large hands prompting you to stand up. 

You stand up, smiling at your husband. He sits down in your seat, guiding you onto his lap.

Sukuna rubs soft circles with his thumbs into your back. His other two hands brushing the stray hairs away from your face.

"What is it?"

"Tsk, can't I hold my wife?" His tone is sharp and deep. 

His tender affection soon turns needy. Hands that were once on your back, now on your waist, absentmindedly tracing the new stretch marks there. The pink haired babe cooing softly in the cradle. 

Spitting image of your husband, an angry frown on her little face.

"What is your problem, husband" you fix the strands of his hair, eyes taking in the look on his face. That curious look in his eyes that he tried to hide from your all seeing eyes.

“What does it taste like?” he whispers, holding your gaze with his main pair of eyes, the bottom pair staying glued to your chest. 

“It’s milk, it taste like milk”

“Woman, it is your milk, it must taste different”

“Are you hoping I offer you some”

“Yes” he gently peels down your shirt, hands cupping your breasts, holding them up. Sukuna brushes his thumbs across your leaking nipples.

The whimper that leaves your lip is down right criminal, it has a beast like him praising the gods above. He groans and squeezes the soft mounds.

Sukuna leans down and covers your nipple with his mouth, sucking your sensitive nipple. He laps the milk up, drinking it down his greedy mouth. 

His belly mouth stretches out its tongue and laps the milk escaping your husband’s mouth and gliding down your tummy. Not letting a single drop go to waste.

“You are divinity” he groans, mouth full of your breast. 

Sukuna stills at the soft cry of your daughter, “Damn brat” he grumbles, releasing you to go tend to the babe.

[ghostlychel69]

imagine: clark becomes so obsessed with your tits he secretly drugs you so you start producing milk.

pairing: gn!reader x obsessed!david corenswet clark kent

cw/genres: gender neutral reader that has breasts they just do okay shut your pie hole, nipple play, nipple sucking, lactation kink, obsessive Clark Kent, drugging, gn!reader, premature ejactulation, clark kent x gn!reader, no use of y/n

wc: 990

a/n: hi guys i tried to make this as like genderly ambiguous as possible sorry i probs flopped lmao also this was suppose to be part of my kinktober series but ive decided i wont be participating because cba and if i wanna write horny shit about Clark Kent why should i be subjected to a month? i'll still use my kinktober prompts for imagines i have planned but it won't be daily uploads within october more likely just frequent hehe anyway hope you guys enjoy if you want feel free to send prompts/requests and as always, likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! <3 (p!link at end)

clark was obsessed with your tits, diligently so. this infatuation had developed into a type of clinginess that you had never seen within him before, and you honestly couldn't even pinpoint when it started.

the two of you could be seated in the living room, and clark would slowly and subtly position his body closer to you so that he could discreetly sneak an arm around you.

and if he'd pull you onto his lap, you would just assume he wanted closer proximity towards you. until this notion would be disregarded the second you felt his familiar large hands sneak underneath your shirt so he could fondle your breasts.

"seriously, clark?"

"pleasee just let me, baby? just this once?" clark would whine, claiming that fondling your tits relieved his stress, but you knew the truth, he was simply just a pervert.

this was further solidified in the way he would push you into the supply closet mid-workday just to descend to his knees whilst he pushed your figure against the closet wall, large hands already unbuttoning your shirt.

"clark, what's with you?" you seethed, "we're on the clock," you emphasised in a hushed, embarrassed tone.

"just a little stressed, please, baby. can i have this, just this once?" he guilted you with the same lie he'd use every time, 'just this once', hands already itching to pull down your bra. reluctantly, you nodded your head and immediately felt the way his hot mouth latched onto your erect nipple.

you cradled his head as he suctioned as if secretly wishing you would produce milk. the way he'd suck your nipple into his mouth whilst twisting your other neglected one taut had you reaching a hand into his curly mane of hair as you threw your head back in ecstasy, tugging on the curled strands.

that was just one instant where clark had overstepped boundaries when it came to your tits.

but now, in this moment of time, the boundary was damn near non-existent.

clark had become enthralled with the idea of you being able to produce milk from your tits; the thought alone had him salivating.

in his research to make this a reality, he had come across a certain drug that would stimulate milk production.

this caused a pool of heat to creep across his lower abdomen. clark knew that you would protest this though, but he had urges and desires, and you didn't really have to know, did you?

he used this same logic to convince himself as he poured you a cup of coffee, slipping the drug in.

this regimen persisted for about a week or so, offering you drugged caffeinated beverages in the early hours of the morning when you needed them most until one fateful day, it occurred: you began to lactate.

you had complained to clark about how heavy and full your breasts had been feeling the entire week, whining about how the sensation of your now oversensitive nipples rubbing against your shirt was now extremely prominent.

clark acted oblivious, convincing you it was probably due to a shift in hormones or something. but when you had crawled into bed, needy for clark, practically whining once you lifted your shirt, begging him to suck on your sensitive nipples as you pawed at your full chest, he basically jumped at the opportunity.

his lips wrapped around your puffy nipple, sighing in bliss as he palmed the other.

this action had you reeling forward as you pushed his face deeper into your chest; the sensation of his mouth on you felt like nothing you had ever experienced previously, signified by your loud pornographic moans.

but when you felt a gush of liquid spill from your chest, you froze as clark pulled away from the nipple he was sucking, palm leaving your chest too as he looked down at the white liquid that now framed his palm.

"wait, clark—"

he swallowed the liquid that collected in his mouth.

the look in his eye could only be described as feral as he shoved his face into your nipple, eagerly sucking out as much of the sweet milk as he possibly could.

his head bobbed in back-and-forth motions as he harshly sucked on your nipple in search of more fluid.

"clarkk, j—just like thatt," you whined as you felt a gush of slick leave your nether regions.

the stimulation to your chest had you teetering on the edge of orgasm.

he reluctantly pulled away from your nipple, stretching the bud as much as he possibly could before releasing with a 'pop' before continuing his assault onto your other nipple, pushing his face into your chest to suck in more milk.

your hand cradled his head as you pulled on his curly strands, reeling at the pleasure he was supplying you.

at one particularly harsh suck, you felt the way your thighs spasmed as you came untouched, your body twitching against the mattress as clark continued to milk you the rest of the night.

—

when clark began bringing his own special kind of 'organic' milk to the office to add to his morning coffee, you flushed at the way his unrelenting stare would reach you across the bullpen, sipping on his creamy coffee that would often leave traces of its presence on his upper lip that he'd lick away with a flick of his tongue, eyes still trained on you.

this would make you shiver as clark ushered you into the same dingy supply closet when he yearned for the liquid, straight from the source.

in the coming months, clark became obsessed with milking you, finding any excuse to do so, his favourite being that he was parched and your milk would provide the most amount of minerals and vitamins to sustain his large Kryptonian body.

you knew this was complete and utter bullshit, but you still let him suckle on your chest as he fell asleep, indulging in his newfound obsession.

a/n: yes i will write a pt2 where the reverse situation occurs for clark i'm not a monster #guyswithtitsneedlovetoo also here’s a random p!link i think suits the vibe lol clark would be more rough imo according to the imagine tho (european n uk babes like me use proton vpn and switch to usa to access nsfw twt xox)

divider by @/cafekitsune

[slutwithtoys]

every guide on inducing lactation is like "plan around the baby's schedule!" "work with a lactation specialist!" "make sure to measure nipples AFTER pregnancy!" "Start inducing months BEFORE pregnancy!"

like ok well what if there's no pregnancy and I just wanna do it cause its hot? hmm??

[asparagusbutchh]

on my hucow shit again. just wanna be the prize cow at a farm where the only thing allowed to fuck me is a breeding machine that keeps me nice and pregnant and milky until my ranchhand decides i would be better off with their massive cock kissing my cervix while their heavy cum-filled balls slap against my plush thighs with every thrust. it doesn't matter that im crying nd squirming in my restraints to get them to stop because my cunt is basically pouring slick and im making so much more milk than usual. hey, a productive cow is a good cow after all, and once the farmer sees how much more responsive my body is to my ranchhand, they might even be assigned to me full-time!