satoru being obsessed with your postpartum body— kissing your stretch marks, his big hands cupping your swollen breasts and tweaking your puffy peaks, cupping the plush fat of your ass and worshipping your new curves the baby gave you and he’s wondering why he didnt knock you up sooner. buys you the tightest, prettiest sundresses for you to wear when ya’ll go out and his hands dont leave your body ONCEE. he’s just all over you as your shopping, buying food, etc. you can’t be mad when he slaps your ass and fingers you in the passengers seat right? you just look too good. you having to scold him when his mouth is latched onto your mounds drinking your sweet nectar as you lazily ride his cock and milk him for filth. “save some for the baby- nng.” you whine. but when does he ever listen?
pregnancy freak satoru’s lactation kink actually starts out of curiosity. he does not simply ask “can i taste it?” like an average man, perhaps, would go about it — that would not be very freak of him. instead, he secretly takes the shirt or bra you wore to taste it by sucking and licking the spot of the fabric soaked with the milk that had leaked from your breasts throughout the day… and it slowly grows into a habit, a new type of fap material if you will. you used to catch him jerk off while sniffing your panties and tasting your slick on them in the past but now it’s all about your tits and the milk that comes out of them… you walk into the bathroom only to find him sitting on the toilet lid with his cock out and his fist wrapped around it, his whimpers muffled by the cup of your bra stuffed in his mouth… you can’t decide whether he looks pathetic or hot. maybe it’s a bit of both…
i saw u saying ur new theme was giving farmer's daughter and it got me thinkiiimg. who would slap ur tits and squeeze ur nipples while lactating, calling u filthy and disgusting for enjoying it and trying to "milk u like a cow" or calls u the farm cow while he's bending you over 🙊 idk what im on about i feel crazy
sat on this one so long because what the fuck!!!! /pos !!!!! i felt so dizzy reading this. i don’t have anything normal to say. /pos
the answer is sungchan, i’m so sorry, i can’t not make this one about sungchan. also, i wanted to make this more disgusting than i did /pos but. i’m going to censor myself for once. /lh
18+ mdni. ♡ cw: dubcon, lactation, cheating, specific descriptions of chubby!reader, bimbo!reader, breeding kink, degradation, impact play (tit slapping + some spanking), ‘good girl’, ‘atta girl’, ‘dirty girl’, ‘livestock’, ‘sweetie’, ‘good little cow’.
mmm trying to think about your relationship to sungchan during this and i’m sort of thinking about brother-in-law!sungchan… if that makes sense. you’re visiting the farm your fiance grew up on where sungchan lives there with your parents-in-law.
he’s immediately ‘interested’ in you, unable to tear his eyes away from your voluptuous figure. you’re perfect breeding material, huge tits, wide hips and plush flesh covering your whole body. curves in all the right places, which for him, is everywhere.
you’re a bit dumb, docile and easy to corral where he wants you to go… gets you alone in the barn because he told you he’d show you the horses🥺 but he doesn’t. instead his body is pressed flush against yours from behind, his hands immediately coming up to cup your heavy breasts, kneading them reverently. he mumbles praise directed towards the size of them, one hand moving lower to cup the underside of your plump tummy, groping gently. ‘you’re so perfect.’
sungchan bends you over a bale of hay, emboldened by the way you’re just going along with it. ‘good girl,’ he coos, stroking the back of your head in a petting motion. ‘there we go, easy now.’ he parts your thighs and flips your skirt up. you’re soaked already, so he wastes no time pushing your panties to the side and hilting himself within your warm, inviting cunt.
‘atta girl,’ he grunts, gripping your hips as he fucks you from behind. you’re loud, moaning unabashedly with pleasure as his hands come around to grope your tits again. he pulls them free from your top and pinches your nipples between his fingers. he’s surprised, but impressed to find you leaking with milk, the creamy liquid coating his fingertips.
he slaps your swinging breast, eliciting a cry from your lips. ‘such a dirty girl, letting me use you like this…’ he mocks, the sound of your wet pussy echoing in the arid barn. ‘you want me to breed you like livestock? huh?’ he grabs your chin, forcing you to crane your neck and face him over your shoulder as best you can.
when you don’t answer him, he slows down his thrusts, pulling out until only the tip remains. he teases your aching hole with the broad head of his cock, loving the way you clench so desperately.
‘come on, sweetie, say it.’ he urges, giving your plump rear a firm spank before slapping your tits again. ‘my brother doesn’t know how to care for a good little cow like you.’ he purrs sympathetically. ‘you crave your womb full of seed, don’t you?’
he promises he’ll take good care of you, all you have to do is admit that he’s what you need.
One of the men find out you've been lactating && they're losing their mind over it. Constantly stealing pads from you and stuff, ensuring they can see when you've been leaking.
Or. OR. asking for some 'cream' for their morning coffee. (So totally Soap)
*runs away*
-🦊
i can totally imagine johnny after finding out you’re lactating that he would corner you in the rec room and say some fucking bullshit along the lines of “i need milk”
“there’s milk in the fridge”
“no i want it fresh”
“it’s in the fridge?????”
“i want it from. the. source.”
and he looks down at your tits and you’re honestly not shocked, he’s a fucking pervert, but you do tell him to pay for it (which he obviously does???? who do you think he is??)
so you end up taking his mug of coffee, putting it on the counter and then take out your boob to squirt some milk inside it
(he then pushes you against said counter to suck directly from your nipples) ((don’t worry he’ll pay for it)) (((he also makes you cum on his fingers right there in front of simon and kyle, who were just drinking tea)))
Feyd is shameless horny for his wife's pregnant body. He adores to see how your stomach swollen with his offspring, delicious plump breasts jiggling and bouncing with milk which he wants to chug in, squeeze them until the milk squirts on his abdomen, gliding down his sculpted abs.
"Look at these tits, so fat with milk." He says, harshly kneading on them and making you moan.
He forces you to walk with form fitting dresses wearing no underwears around the palace, loudly slapping your butt as you walk with difficulty. He grins when you leave a loud gasp.
Nothing Feyd does to you is innocent, so the most simple touch onto your bump becomes an intense fingering as he slides his hand lower and lower to your entrance and sinks his long fingers in your pussy.
He wants you to sit on his face as he drowns in your arousal, it is your throne now. Broad hands caressing your big belly. I did it to her. I bred her nicely.
A tons of hickies on your neck, collaring you as his. He makes sure to leave them between and under your plump tits, occasionally suckling on your nipples, chugging your milk as he moans only to overstimulate you.
And when he does so, maybe he allows you to get off on his thighs before finally filling your cunt again. You are his breeding cow who he is going to keep constantly bred and milking.
AK!jason todd x sex worker!reader wip drabble/blurb (<is there an actual difference between a drabble and a blurb? Is it word count?):
tw: sex work, lactation/nursing kink, reader has breasts but no pronouns used cuz its in 2nd person
He was a little cagier today, but you should have expected that. He lurks, tense, in the corner by the desk where he set your payment after you counted it. You pat the bed like you would for a pet to jump up. It was becoming a motif for your sessions, because it worked; he sat down, turned to face you.
"How's you're week been?" you asked with a smile and leaned in to cup and kiss his cheek. A grunt was all you got in response, and all you expected. You'd learned that the important thing was to ask, or at least, fill the space with enough fluff to keep him from overthinking and spiraling.
"Do you want to kiss or cuddle first?" He nodded, and you gently nudged him back on the bed then joined him, still smiling softly. His hands found your waist and shoulder. It was a good sign that he was so quick to touch you, despite his anxious entrance. But then, he still had to hold your shoulder just in case he needed to push you back. That had happened once, and you were not a fan, so you got pretty good at recognizing what would lead to upset in him. Which seemed to help, because his hand had been creeping upward lately, and felt less like a firm grip and more like a cradle.
You stayed together like that for a few minutes, caressing and sighing and lightly kissing. All the while you watched his body decompress little by little. When it seemed like he was ready, you murmured
"I'm going to take off my shirt now, okay?" He jerked his head in a nod, and you slipped the soft cotton over your head. Your nipples, already semi-firm from the cuddling, are now fully erect with the cool air. Even so, you give them a little pinch and a roll, mostly for show. Jason's eyes track your movements in a somewhat hunter-like way as you scooch up and plump up a pillow to put your elbow on so that your tits are now in his face. With yet another soft, encouraging smile, you urge him on.
"Go on baby, have a taste. See if you like it." And he does, after a pause. He latches onto your nipple, well, your whole areola really, and sucks. Lightly at first, but the flow is too small, so he begins to apply more and more suction to your breast. The arm you lean on is able to comb his hair at the nape and smooth over his neck. Your more free arm reaches for the sheets behind you both to steady yourself and to keep it from feeling like you were caging him in.
Since it seemed like he was enjoying himself, at least, he was still sucking intently, and his eyes closed (the vulnerability of that was an excellent sign), you started cooing and praising:
"My good boy, isn't it nice? Take as much as you want my love," and so on. Like I said earlier, adding consistent, quiet sounds and gentle words was a good way to keep his mind from wandering into bad corners. So you sung and murmured to him, and he only opened his eyes once when you went dry in one breast and switched to the other with a shuffle.
When he was done with the other one, you pulled away and sat up to put your shirt back on. You had learned that after a session, he doesn't want you to touch him, but he doesn't just leave either. That had been a little confusing and irritating to you at first, but you had found satisfaction with learning a routine: put space between you, recount your money, put it in your bag, take your bag with you into the bathroom, have a quick shower or wipe down, and apply nursing balm if needed. Sometimes he would be back in his corner again when you came out, albeit sitting comfortably in the desk chair now, and still watching you with alert eyes. I called them hunter eyes earlier, but they're more like the eyes of the hunted. He's watching you as though if he looks away for a second you would try something, even though he's the one that came to you.
More often he leaves right after you got in the bathroom; you could hear the door click as you turned the water on. It was like he wanted to leave sooner, but couldn't while you were still in the room. You tried (and sometimes failed) to not analyze his behavior, though, beyond what you needed to for safety and practical reasons. It was just too unsatisfying; you still didn't really know anything about him, and it was too easy, with all the scars, to make up an overly sympathetic story to explain his behavior. And that sympathy could become dangerous for you if you weren't careful.
This was one of the leaving while you're in the bathroom times. That made sense, you thought, We tried something new today. That's unsettling enough that he'll probably skip next week's session too.
All I've been able to think about is Pa Clark having the ability to lactate and absolutely forcing you to sit in his lap and suck on him while he does all the work for taking your virginity <3
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.
