Ok. What you're gonna want to do is chop up a cucumber and put it in a bowl. Then you're gonna sprinkle a generous portion of salt on top. Then you're gonna drizzle them with a balsamic vinaigrette and gently shake to combine, leaving you with a cool and refreshing summer snack. In 15 seconds dangerous and burly men are going to drag me away to an unknown second location. Remember everything I've taught you. I love you
did anybody notice vox's stupid fucking pout while the vees were running away btw. he's sad because they didn't let him detonate a whole nuclear bomb and kill everyone
Can I ask for a short fic with Alastor and lactation kink? I think he'd have one. In general, Al puts feminity and motherhood on a pedestal, in a platonic way (due to his childhood and relationship with his own mother) like it's one of the very few precious things in this rotten world. But when it comes to reader... yeah, it can get a little sexual for him. He's always staring a little too long when reader is nursing lil Theodore
A Little Milky
It’s official.
Alastor was going to end up a divorced man for the sole reason of getting his wife pregnant . . . again.
Well, he would end up getting you pregnant again if you don’t stop straddling him, sitting on his hips with an irritated but undoubtably cute frown on your face.
Alastor has never been one for prayers, but he’s praying to every god in existence right now.
You lean a little closer, kneens digging into the soft mattress. “Are you going to do it or not?” you say. “My breast are clogged, Alastor. Take responsibility for this.”
Alastor tries to smile that confident smile he’s so known for. It doesn’t really do anything to make him look less nervous. “Is this something you should be asking me to do?”
“Are you proposing I ask someone else?”
“No!” Alastor says, a little too quickly. “ . . . You’re making me sound like some pervert.”
“You are a pervert.” You squish his cheeks together with irritation. “I see how you linger just a little too long. I just need the extra breast milk out of me. So, take this gift I’m giving you, and suck my breast.”
Alastor rolls his eyes, but he really can’t say much when there’s an unmistakable erection already pitching his pajama pants. “Such eloquent words, dearest.”
There’s a silence that rises into the air as Alastor settles with what he’s about to do.
Perhaps, you were correct—he was a pervert. One that was going to get you pregnant once more if he doesn’t learn how to control himself. But it’s a little unfair too. You can’t just ask him to suckle on your breast with such simpleness.
Alastor lifts your shirt for you, running his thumb up your stomach until he’s cupped your breast. It’s a little firmer than he remembers, but that’s to be expected.
You are a new mother, and milk was just one of the many things that made it so evident.
It’s his tongue that sticks out first, sliding it underneath the nipple. A drop of milk lands on his tongue, and fuck! He might very well come righ this second. Better on his underwear than in you, he supposes. There’s this sweetness that’s difficult to describe.
A little milky.
A little watery.
A little too perfect.
Alastor tells himself that he’s just doing this to help you, and that the excess milk he’s drinking was for your comfort.
A clogged milk duct wasn’t the best feeling after all. Alastor was just helping . . . that’s all. There’s nothing to interesting about the way he pulls you closer towards him, or the way his eyes flutter towards you.
There’s this moment where you swipe your thumb across his cheek. It’s a little too easy to lean into the softness of your touch, even if his mouth was currently latched onto your breast.
Alastor wonders what expression is on his face right now. He probably looked like some dog in heat.
You slide your fingers up the back of his neck, pulling on his hair a little. The sharp sting almost makes him moan. “Be a little gentler.”
. . . He really wants you to get pregnant again.
A/N: Hehehe my short one week break ended. So, I'm gonna disappear again :DD. ALSO. This isn't how you unclog a milk duct btw. This was just an old wives' tale remedy, but not how you're supposed to do it.
(texting in a group chat)
Pitman: (posts a super low-quality image)
Lightoller: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I'd have 15 cents.
Lowe: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you.
Boxhall: Actually I did the math, Lights would have $225, not $0.15.
Pitman: I'm right here....
Moody: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)
Lowe: While you're there could you buy me an apply juice please?
Moody: Sorry, I only have a dollar.
Lowe: :(
Boxhall: WAIT Lights would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent.
Moody: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice.
Wilde: You can buy anything you want with $22,500.
Lightoller: Yeah and he wants soda and apply juice.
Murdoch: Apply juice to what?
Lowe: Directly to the forehead.
Captain Smith: Great chat everyone.
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