#lactophilia

[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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[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

[tarutokki]

♡ My Good Puppy ♡

Synopsis: Just some silly petplay with your lovely Doctor, can't get enough of his big full chest either! ♡

Author's Note: This is not proofread & something I slapped out while daydreaming, I will hit my fictional faves with the trans beam!

Contains: Afab! Reader x Afab! Transmasc Dottore, Petplay, Scissoring, Lactophilia (well not direct nursing, but milking his tits I think counts) Sub Dottore x Dom Reader

Dottore kneeled beside a tall desk, sat upon a baby blue dog bed with a bone shaped gag strapped in his mouth. He waited impatiently, stripped down to his harness and arms tied behind his back with red silk. Silver barbels decorated his perky nipples, a thin jewel encrusted chain connecting the barbels. To complete the look, a deep blue leather collar banded his throat, a silver tag with your name engraved on it chimed as he moved around. His mask set perched on the desk, something you would flick and play with as you worked on signing documents. Dottore stared up at you, ruby red eyes with a piercing gaze tracked your hand as you reached out to touch him. He whined for attention as you lifted his chin and swiped your finger across his lips and cooed at him.

“Quiet down puppy, you know the rules, no noise until I'm done with work.” Dottore only leaned into your touch, whining and nudging himself closer. The ache in his chest and heat in his tummy continued to simmer as you dragged out your signatures, the subtle scratch of your pen on parchment adding to his desperation. You tried to keep a cool facade, though the heat gathering in your core gave your feelings away. Dottore leans closer, resting his cheek on your thigh, drool dripping from chin. With a fond laugh, you run your fingers through his pale blue locks, gathering a handful and pulling his head back. He lets out a sharp yelp as he's pulled back, soft chime from his collar reaching your ears. “What did I just say puppy? behave, I'm almost finished.” Truthfully you had finished signing a few minutes ago, not wanting to keep your silly husband waiting too long, regardless of how his pathetic whimpering turned you on.

With a stretch you push your chair back and tap your thigh, a quiet signal to your dumb pup that it's playtime. You snickered as he scrambled between your legs, red eyes staring up with pupils blown wide. He whimpered and nuzzled into your clothed pussy, panting heavily. How cutely he tried to hold still, hips making little abortive twitches as he waited. Deciding to be nice you unclasp his gag, setting it down on the desk beside his mask. You can hear him panting as he mouths at your pussy. Reaching your hand down you unzipped your trousers and let him nuzzle against you.

You grab a fistful of blue locks as he nuzzles and pulls your panties down with his teeth, glancing up at you wide eyed and pleading. You give him one teasing warning before shoving him down against your aching slit, grinding against his face. Dottore moans as you buck up and sucks harshly on your clit. He gives gentle kitten licks to your folds and peppers kisses to your clit as he whines. Pulling him up for air he sobs and whimpers, subspace washing over him like a wave.

You smile down at him, taking in his glossy eyes and softened expression. Petting his hair you let him rest with his cheek on your thigh, chest heaving as he breathes. You almost pity him, tied up and his tits full and swollen. Your sweet husband had augmented his body both to defy fate and also for your silliest kinks, his chest now perky and swollen with milk. He loved having his chest played, letting you pierce his dusky nipples with your favorite jewelry. You grope and squeeze his chest, playfully flicking and tugging at him, leaving tiny pink crescents dotted on his skin.

“Words puppy, you earned your treat but you have to tell me.” Dottore whimpered as he tried to form words, voice raspy and sore. “My chest please, it's so full it aches p-please!” He humped your leg with desperation. You pull the ribbon around his arms loose, clicking your tongue at him when he moves. With a pat to your thigh, Dottore stands on shaky legs and straddles your lap. You leave several quick bites on his shoulder and neck, suckling dark marks into his scarred pale skin. Dottore squirms in your lap, letting out soft moans and gasps as you feel him up and grinds his aching pussy against yours.

Dottore grinds down harder, whimpering and eyes unfocused. A sharp tug on his titty chain pulls a yelp from him. You coo at him, tugging on the chain lightly. “Think you can come just from your tits today puppy?” Dottore frantically sobs and nods his head, whorishly moaning as he grinds against your lap. “What a good boy you are, puppy.”

You fondle and feel up his chest, squeezing thick muscle and purposely avoiding his nipples. He lets out a string of soft sighs and tucks his head against your neck, pleasure from his chest making his clit ache with pleasure. You cup one pec in hand and then tug on his other nipple, rolling and pinching the sensitive flesh between your fingers. Dottore moans loudly and leans into the touch, so you pull harder on his nipples and squeeze his chest. Small white beads of milk form on his nipples as you pull on them and squeeze his tits. “Hah ah ♡ feels so good ♡ more please.”

Small droplets of milk form and you continue to fondle his pecs. It made your heart beat faster, how Dottore so quickly unravelled by your touch. You snaked one hand down to his swollen clit, cruelly rubbing soft circles into the bundle of nerves and returning to fondle his chest. “Ah-h ♡ oh fuck Darling pleaseee~ hah ah ah ♡” Your husband arches his back, placing on hand over yours as you squeeze his chest and the other clutches at your upper arm. Rivets of milk bead and spill from his nipples, dripping down his tummy and soaking his cute bush and thighs. One particularly hard squeeze and milk squirts from his sore chest, Dottore shrieks and leans back on your shoulder, babbling and grinding against you, his cunt dripping slick. You kiss his throat as his orgasm pulls him over the edge, rubbing harshly against his swollen clit. His release mixed into the milk that now stained your chair and pooled on the floor.

Dottore whines as he is peppered with kisses, trembling in your arms. You giggle and nuzzle against him as you scoop him into your arms and carry him from your small home office to your shared bedroom. All the while cooing at him and whispering filth into his red blushed ear. “Good boy puppy, I think you deserve a treat for such hard work yeah?” Your husband responds with a pathetic whine, shaky arms clutching around your neck. You gently lay him on the bed, soft furs and dark silk a beautiful contrast to his pale complexion. Dottore looks up at you with the sweetest expression, full of adoration and lust as you kneel on the bed.

Your husband whined for attention, nestled like a prince among the silk pillows. You give him a knowing look, giggling as he grabs his own thighs to hold his legs open with his pussy on display to you. You grab a bottle of lube from the night stand and pour it over his hole as he yelps from the chill. Dottore opens his mouth to protest only to throw his head back and cry out as you grind your pussy against his. “Good puppy~” You coo as he hiccups and moans with each rub to his sensitive clit. He closes his eyes and grinds upward against you, your clits bump together and he lets out a hiccupped sob. The prettiest blush spreading down his chest and heated skin.

Dottore panted wildly, trembling in your grasp as you grind against him. You watch with amusement as your husband thrashes and arches his back, moaning loudly and sobbing out your name like a prayer. Drool drips from his mouth as he clutches at your arms, roughly grinding against you as he chases his second release.

“Oh! oh please so good ♡ can-n’t thin-AH!” He squeals out with each deep rock of your hips, his velvet walls clenching and drooling slick. Milk squirted from his chest as you groped and grabbed at him, grinding back and moanimg as your clips bumped together. You smile down at him, panting and moaning at his wrecked expression. Lacing your fingers with his, you squeeze his chest and thrust harder and faster against your sweet husband, his cries of pleasure and the sight of his chest soaked in milk driving you closer to release.

“Please please oh oh ♡ too muucch-hah!” He shakes and clutches you close, shrieking as you bite down on his chest and suck hard on his nipples. Your husband looks absolutely ruined, soaked in milk and with the prettiest arch to his back as he cried out and came hard. You moaned loudly as he squirted, your own orgasm rushing through you like a tidal wave. His sharp cries and your soft moans fill the room as you both chase the small after shocks and tremble in each other’s arms.

As you come down from the high, Dottore cups your cheek, his carmine gaze soft and full of love. You sighed, lust sated and slowly rocked your hips back as Dottore shivers and clings to you like a lifeline. He moans weakly and lays sated among the pillows, minty blue locks stuck to his sweat slicked forehead. You lean forward and pepper him with kisses, amused that he's too fucked out and clearly deep in subspace. He shivers and whimpers as you pepper kisses down his body, leaving a soft kiss on his swollen clit.

Sliding from the bed you grab a soft cloth and bowl of cool water from the night stand, gently wiping down your husband’s heated skin. He trembles and whines for you, your name is barely a whisper. Once cleaned off you set aside the bowl and cloth aside, giggling at your very fucked out husband. Dottore smiles up at you as you dutifully pull away the soiled linens, tossing them aside to be washed later. Settling by his thighs you spread his legs, pleased at how his pussy is still shiny and soaked. You set his legs down, rubbing soothingly at his hips and knees.

Climbing up to the headboard you sink into the pillows, your husband’s soft scent of spices lingering around you. As you stretch and get cozy, Dottore gracelessly rolls and flops over on top of you, head smooshed into your chest. You look down at him with a soft smile, gently rubbing his back as he sighs and settles his weight on you. Aftercare with your husband is something special, nothing crazy needed, just the comfort of your heartbeat and embrace enough to soothe him. You watch with amusement as Dottore tries to blink back sleep from his eyes, eyelids drooping and he presses close to listen to your heartbeat. You coo at him, stroking his cheek gently and lull him to sleep. Your own dreams and sleep claim you shortly after, safe in the embrace of your loving husband. The morning after is soft and languid, neither of you in a rush to get up.