🤭 having 🍼thoughts🍼 pls enjoy✨
// lactation , adult breast feeding , possible mpreg if you want to think there is ?? / omegaverse also possible??? or just because tbh, Ichigo being a boob man
thinking about Grimm’s milky tibbies 🫢💦 also thinking about Ichigo going feral over them, quite literally. starts as teasing and touching like he always does, until the tiniest drop has him suddenly ravenous.
it’s pretty much the first conscious thing Ichigo’s tasted that’s of hollow nature; the hollow blood in him is singing.
…the hollow that’s outwardly interacting with the world is growling possessively around his teat when Grimmjow asks what the fuck he’s doing.
Ichigo pawing at him as if Grimmjow’s both prey and mate after the first accidental taste, is not a feeling he’s ever considered, or believes he can enjoy for that matter.
but there’s no taking Ichigo away from his meal right now, is there? suckling away with dazed, inked, eyes that are almost glowing golden; sharper clawed hands half kneading, half pulling at Grimmjow’s whole ribcage.
Grimmjow would be pissed if only the feeling of him didn’t stir him so; if only the little pervert wasn’t absentmindedly humping away at his groin as he fed.
all he can really do is awkwardly pat Ichigo’s head with annoyance and the most uncomfortable arousal he’s ever felt;… and bark a warning growl of his own at the aggressive little shit his mate has turned into on top of him when he growls again under his touch.
he might just start scruffing the fuck out of Ichigo, he might allow this, for now— but the feral Vasto is on thin fucking ice.
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Hear me! Mamma Harrington singing a lullaby to Baby steve to sleep, and the lullaby is Baby mine. Just imagine this.
Baby steve, 5 or 6 years old, had a big scary nightmare, is raining a lot and he cries yelling for his Mamma, who appears in seconds at the call of his bambino.
“Mio bambino, Cosa sta succedendo? Qualcosa ti ha spaventato?” She quickly takes him in her arms, rubbing the little back of his boy gentle as she shush his sob sweetly.
“Incubo! Un brutto incubo!” He was crying more less for the little hops his mamma was giving him.
“Oh… mio povero bambino…” She whisper and then kiss the forehead of Steve. “Vuoi che la mamma ti culli?” The boy nod after the question his mamma did.
Without a second thought, the woman take the boy to her dorm, and gently lay down in the bed with steve in her arms. She start humming and stroking the kids hair, gently wiping away the tears with kisses. After humming a little more, she start singing softly, with a sweet calming voice, that lull steve and gives him a warm feel of safety.
“Baby mine, don’t you cry….” She kiss another tears in the chubby cheek of her baby. “Baby mine, dry your eyes…” She tickles a little the tummy of Steve, making him giggle a bit, she smiles and start stroking his hair again.
“Rest your head close to my heart…”She leads steve head to her chest, where her heart was beating calmly. “Never to part, baby of mine…” She kiss again his head, humming again a little.
Steve fall asleep, safe and warm on his mamma’s arms.
Little one when you play
Steve was at the park now, playing in a sandbox, making some castles in peace. But a little rock hit his head, he whine for the pain of that, he look over an see a kid that two years older than him, curly brown dark hair and big doe eyes, he was amazed for the boy beauty, but quickly wake up that for the kid mocking him and run away after throwing another rock, this time to the castle, it fall down for the hit.
pay no heed what they say…
Steve wants to cry, feeling upset and sad for his castle, he straightened up and wipe the tears in his eyes.
Let your eyes sparkle and shine
With more determination on his little eyes, he start building the castle again, he will not cry for that mean boy, even though he is pretty, Steve will not cry, his mamma tell him that he didn’t need to cry for bad people, they don’t deserves his tears.
Never a tear , baby of mine…
Last year of high school, Steve was tired, really tired, after halloween and the freaky shit of upside down again, he was done with everything, he just wants to rest, and his mamma, but she wasn’t here, not after what happen when he was 11. He sigh trying to not cry, he groan when someone bump against his shoulder, the bruises of fighting Hargrove still fresh.
“Oh! Sorry king steve!” A voice said meanly, mocking even.
If they knew all about you, they’d end up loving you too.
Steve look back to see Munson, a sly grin in his face, like he was trying to provoke the minor to explode to him. Steve just sigh, and awkwardly smile to the boy, same as pretty like that day in the park. “Sorry, Munson, my bad.”
All those same people who scold you,
Munson frown his pretty face, curiosity sparkling in his eyes, he huff and just move over. “Whatever, make yourself not a bother, Princess.” He leave, laughing with his friends when he reach them.
Both of them not knowing than in two years they will meet again to save the older, and maybe, to be something else.
What they give’d just for the right to hold you.
Steve was crying, all alone in his big cold empty house, not home, stopped being a home years ago. He was still in that stupid sailor outfit, his face hurts so bad, he feels so damn guilty, he wasn’t in the right to be, Steve wouldn’t be able to save Hopper even if he tries, maybe he would die instead of the man, but no, is late, and now Jane is without a father. Max is without a brother too, yet Billy was an asshole, he didn’t have the right to die like that, impaled for that goo monster.
Steve cries that night, and the next and the next to that, his eyes are puffy and red for all tears. No one to hold him, he miss his mamma. After three days of crying, he fall asleep? dreaming of a time where everything was easier, where his mamma wasn’t afraid for him, where he can be in her arms again, being hold like a baby.
From your head down to your toes,
“You’re not much, goodness knows...” The woman was still singing, Steve sleep long ago, but Cecilia Occhipinti ne Harrington would always end a song for her baby, specially his song. She hum a little more before whisper the last sentences. “But you’re so precious to me…Cute as can be, baby of mine.” The last kiss in the boy forehead, and Cecilia lets herself fall asleep hearing the constant breathing of her bambino.
Poor woman and kid, none of them knows the future that waits for them.
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translate:
Mio bambino: My baby.
Cosa sta succedendo? Qualcosa ti ha spaventato?: Whats happening? Something scares you?
Incubo, Un Brutto Incubo: Nightmare, a bad nightmare.
Mio povero Bambino: My poor baby.
Vuoi che la mamma ti culli?: Do you want mommy to coo/lull you?
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