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xsublimelimex · 1 day
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Playing Mermaids
CW: Diaper play (including messing) & breastfeeding kink
Disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, click away now!
“Mommy mommy mommy!!!” shouts my sweet little girlfriend as she runs into the kitchen slamming into me. “Woah woah woah baby” I clutch her biceps so she doesn’t fall over. Unfazed her bouncing doesn’t stop her tiny tits bouncing in her thin crop top, her nipples poking out from the chill of the AC in the house.
“Mommy I was just watching mermaids on the tv and they looked like they were having so much fun swimming around and mommy please I really really wanna go swimming in the pool now please mommy please!!!” she quite literally begs with her hands clutched in front of her giving me puppy dog eyes. I raise and eyebrow, “Now sweetheart before I answer your request, I need you to think back and tell mommy what you did wrong.”
She pauses her bouncing and scrunches her eyebrows together thinking. “Uhhh I dunno mommy, because I was running…?” She questions her high pitched excited voice lowering as she realizes her mistake. She looks down and twists her fingers together nervously before looking back up at me with her lip pouted and her lashes fluttering.
“Yes exactly, does mommy allow you to run in the house like you just did?” I question in my best stern mommy voice, one I usually don’t need to use. She lowers her eyes again and shakes her head.
I lift her chin up and she looks at me with her beautiful bright eyes. “The answer is no I do not because it’s dangerous and you could have hurt yourself or even knocked mommy over. Now what do you have to say for yourself?” I ask her moving my hands to my hips. She slips her thumb in her mouth to self soothe and mumbles around it. “I sowwy mama I pwomise nu running in da house for me eva again!” Her little lisp with her thumb in her mouth is just so fucking cute it’s hard to not just grab her and cuddle.
I soothe my finger down her rosy cheek and lean down and press a light kiss on her forehead. “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear, now hurry you little butt to the bedroom so I can change you into your swim diapie.” A big smile overcomes her face and she bounces. “Yay yay yay you’re the best mommy ever thank you thank you!” She exclaims, I slap her diapered butt and usher her out the kitchen. She speed walks ahead of me up the stairs and to our bedroom.
I step into the room and find her already spread out on the floor with the changing mat underneath her. Her legs are spread Eagle and she’s sucking on her thumb quietly. “Aw Baby you look so scrumptious.” I coo as I bend down and give her sweet chubby face kisses. She giggles and her free hand clutches my arm.
“Give me one second sweetie.” I stand and pull out what I’ll need to change her and sit back down between her spread legs. Wordlessly I pull off her crop top and her small tits spring to view, I also pull down her shorts. Now she lays just in her full diaper. “Alright baby let’s get you into your swim diaper and your swim top. But first let’s clean your little booty, is there a poopy in there sweetie pie?” I question as I rub the top of her diaper eliciting a moan from her. “I dunno mommy I no thinks so.” She mumbles around her thumb. I slide my hand down and squish her diaper. “Hmmm I guess mommy will just have to be surprised.” I say teasing her even though I smelt her stinky butt before I even entered the room.
I prep the wipes before I start pulling back the tabs of her diaper as she watches me intently. I pull her diaper down and surprisingly all I find is a piss soaked diaper. Her soft little chubby cock nestled so cutely against her balls glistening from her piss. “Oh sweetheart, are you having trouble making pushies?” I question as I rub her soft thigh. I guess that smell was her farts, poor baby girl.
She blushes and nods. “That’s okay baby no need to be shy mommy will help don’t you worry.” I coo and tickle her tummy. She giggles and wiggles around, “mommy swimming!!!”
“Okay okay I hear ya!” I joke and wipe her pretty cock clean with a baby wipe and her bum. “One second sweetie mommy just has to do one little think before I put in your swim diaper.” I get up and grab the glycerin suppository and a bit of lube and bend back down between her spread thighs. I spread the lube onto the supportutory and with my other hand I spread her cheeks to get a good look at her pink hole and she squeezes it shut just as I go to push it in. “No mommy I no wan it.” She wiggles and whines. I lock eyes with her and give her my best mommy stare. “Honey you need this you haven’t went poopy in two days now sit still and relax your little hole for mommy.” I tell her in a sharp no nonsense tone. She quiets and stopes wiggling. She spreads her legs again and suckles her thumb. I spread her cheeks again and look at her now relaxed hole. “Such a good girl I love how you listen to mommy. There we go there we go.” I say as I push the suppository into her small hole. She grunts as it slips in “ah” and I rub her thighs. “See it wasn’t scary at all now was it?” I question and she shakes her head.
“Now let’s get you into your swim diapie.” I grab the swim diaper and put her feet through the holes and slide it up her legs.“Lift your butt for mommy.” She lifts her butt and I get it over her cock and butt. She shifts around and reaches and pushes down on the front of the diaper. “Is the princesses cock not in the right position?” I question and without her answering I slip my hand in and move her cock into a more comfortable position but before I can slip my hand out she begins to piss into my palm. “Oh baby you’re going potty in mommy’s hand!” I explain and press down on her little piss hole. “I sowwy mommy I couldn’t hold it.” She says in embarrassment covering her pink cheeks with her hands. “It’s okay honey I know you can’t control your bladder, you’re mommy’s little girl after all!” I attempt to calm her, I don’t love my hand from her diaper because I don’t want her to think her little accident upset me. Slowly I rub the tip of her cock as she pisses and she moans “mommy”.
“There we go sweetie, such a good girl pissing your diaper. Next mommy is gonna need you to make pushies okay?” I tell her.
“Okay mama I try make pushies!” She tells me in a serious tone or what she thinks is a serious tone. I can’t help but smile, “good girl.” I pull my hand out and it’s soaked in her urine. “Mommy will be right back sweetie I just need to wash my hands.” I tell her as I head to the bathroom attached to our bedroom. I come back and she’s still in position rubbing the front of her diaper with her eyes closed.
“Uh oh is mommy’s good girl being bad?” I question with my hands on my hips. She quickly pulls her hand away, “sorry mommy my princesses parts were tingling.” She covers her face in shame.
“Don’t be embarrassed sweetie but I better not see you touch that little cock without mommy’s permission again. You hear me?” I bend down and help her slip on her swim tank top. “Yes mommy.”
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I’m laying on the day bed with my back propped up sipping a lemonade with my book watching as my sweet girl splashes around and swims like how she thinks a mermaid swims like. She’s quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Soon I’m gonna have to reapply her sunscreen, I don’t want her soft skin getting burnt.
She swims to the stairs and clutches her tummy. “Mommy I no feel good. My tummy really hurts.” Seems the suppository finally started to do its job. “Come to mommy baby I’ll help.” I call her over and she walks to me with her back bent and her arms clutching her stomach. I grab her arm and cradle her in my arms. Her wet body soaking my bikini. I brush her hair from her face as she moans in pain. “Shh it’s okay baby mommy is here now, I want you to take a deep breathe for me.” She breathes deeply, “Good girl, now i want you to make pushies.” She nods against my chest and scrunches her forehead.
I slip my hand down to her tummy and push just as she pushes. She moans in relief as she fills her diaper with her poop. “There we go such a Good Girl messing your diaper in mommy’s lap.” She grunts out as she keeps pushing and filling her diaper. “Ah mommy it’s so warm I can’t stop making poopy it keeps coming out.” I stroke her face and kiss her lips.
“It’s okay baby let it all out mommy will clean your stinky little butt up once you’re all finished.” I coo and she nods against my heavy breast and pulls my bikini top down my big double DD tit falling out. My nipple is already hard and leaking milk. “You want mommy milk baby?” I question quietly. She nods and whines opening her mouth and drool leaks out. “Shh it’s okay here you go sweet girl.” I slip my nipple into her mouth and she matches in right away sucking hard. I hold the back of her head just as my eyes shut in ecstasy.
Oh fuck that feels so good. I slip my hand between her legs and her little cock is pushing the soaking wet diaper out and I brush over it briefly eliciting a moan before I slide my hand against wet bottom. I press down and squish her diaper smearing her mess against her and she pushes her butt back against my hand liking the feel. I pat her bum and and move my hand back up and rub her chubby cock through the diaper. She moans in pushes against my hand searching for more. “You can come whenever you want baby.” She moans and nods suckling harder.
I need to see her little tits. I push her top up with my other hand that’s around her and her tiny tits spring to view. “So perfect baby I love those tits, only for mommy’s eyes to see.” She pulls my other tit out and plays with my nipple rolling it in between her fingers. I moan and rub her cock faster. She clamps her thighs closed and rides my hand. My nipple slips from her mouth and she moans as milk dribbles out across her chin. “Oh yes mommy yes I’m making cummies in my messy diaper.” Fuck she’s so sexy.
“Good Girl cum for mommy.” I praise her and slip my nipple back into her gaping mouth. “Now keep suckling on mommy’s tits.” She moans and licks my nipple before her rhythmic suckling resumes.
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chososdiscordkitten · 1 month
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Just A Taste.
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Synopsis: Gojo wants to taste readers breast milk •⩊•
Pairing: Gojo xFem!Reader Content: some plot, mostly nasty stuff, no penetrative sex, nursing handjob, ADULT NURSING, he tries to convince reader to let him suck a lil sum, gojo being weird, mentions he didn't have a mom, BREASTFEEDING, mommy kink if you squint, PREGNANCY KINK, whiny satoru, overall just a lot of nipple and breast play
Dedicated to: @busyreader17 , my beloved for hyping me up to write this, ty<;33
(a.n) why do I only ever write about gojo being a pregnancy freak? has to be studied. wrote this listening to very dramatic classical music
MDNI
Gojo has always been hard headed, never thinking twice on talking back or starting an argument just to prove he was right. And that little quirk about him only enhanced when his child was born.
Even if you were the one who spent countless hours in the emergency room trying to give birth to his big headed child- Satoru insisted that he knew best for his offspring. And in extension- he knew what was best for you. 
“Formula isn't good enough for my child.” he retorted when you mentioned how painful it was to breastfeed his gnawing child.
And when you'd bring up that you were ready to start working again- “You don't have to work- that's why you have me.” 
Little by little Gojo started dictating most of the aspects of your life. There was little to no resistance from you though- you didn't mind his overbearing fatherly tendencies when it came to protecting his family.
But there was one thing, just one thing you'd complain about if you could.
As stubborn as Satoru was in day to day life- he was equally, if not more stubborn in bed. Especially in one specific area.
Gojo begged. Begged on his knees as he watched you pump. Sitting on the couch and bouncing your knee as his hands held onto your calf, “I just want to taste-” he pouted, eyebrows pinched upwards. 
“Satoru.” you gritted through your teeth- hearing the whirr of the machine on your chest. He sighed as he placed his forehead to your knee, mumbling something about how mean you were to him.
This newfound need to taste the milk from your breasts was mildly irritating, not being able to take your shirt off without his eyes prying- parting his lips before asking again.  
Satoru would be lying if he said that anytime your breasts would leak against his chest midway through fucking- it didn’t take every ounce of strength he had to not trail his lips down to your puffy nipple. 
So, so, very tempting. But he'd refrain from acting on his urges, knowing you'd probably shake him off or tell him to stop completely. So instead of doing it without your permission, he settled on asking you anytime he could. 
At first you thought this was just him wanting to know what it tasted like, but when you offered him a small sip from a cup he said- “If i'm gonna drink it, I want it straight from the source.” to which you said, “I guess you're never gonna taste it then.” before tossing the small sip down the sink. 
He must've asked 3 times a day. Gojo needed it so bad- he would beg on his knees at your feet, looking up at you like an abused puppy that you were being far too cruel to.
And you always said no. 
But, your objections sounded like ‘maybe one day’ to his ears. 
So one very early morning, 4 maybe 5 am- you were standing at the kitchen counter, holding the little pumping machine to your right breast as your face churned with a grimace. Your nipples were sore, from the machine sucking harshly and from how often you had to do it.
You had just started filling one of the little bottles, and as though Gojo knew what you were doing, he walked in. Squinting at you, almost asking what you were doing at this hour- till his eyes landed on your breasts you didn't bother to cover. “Go back to sleep, I'll be done soon.” you muttered in a groggy voice as the whirring woke Satoru up from the hazy state he was in. 
He took a few steps towards you- resting his elbows on the counter as he watched the machine milk you. Jealous that a stupid machine had the right to and he didn't. 
The sun not even breaching the skyline made the room dim and dusky. 
You didn't mind if he watched- but that's all you'd ever grant him. But directly after sex- when his chest would be drippng with the light cream colored liquid that leaked from your breasts while he fucked you- and as he looked down to his sculped body in the bathroom, the sink running on a hand towel as you waited for him to come back to help clean you up.
His fingers couldn't help but swipe at the liquid before placing it on his tongue. The whisper of your taste on his tongue made one thing clear in his mind. If he couldn’t wrap his lips around your nipple and suck till there was nothing left- if you wouldn’t grant him that one favor, the closest thing he had was to fuck you in missionary from now on. Hoping one day he would ask you mid way through- and you’d be too fucked out to say anything but yes.  
True if he really wanted to taste you- he could just reach into the freezer and thaw a bag of the pumped milk to try it. But he didn't just want to taste it- he wanted to feel it fill his mouth directly from the source. How warm it would be as it slid down his throat. And god- from the small tastes he's gotten, it's so sweet. You taste so fucking sweet.
His eyes watched as the plastic bottle filled up with milk, almost hypnotized by the liquid. You winced as the machine sucked at your sore nipple, which only made the cogs in Satoru’s brain start churning with schemes. 
With soft eyes he fluttered his white eyelashes up to you, “Does it hurt?” he whispered, looking at your expression that looked more irritated than pained. You nodded your head slowly, “It feels like when your foot is asleep,” you muttered, “but not the ‘numb’ kind of asleep, like the kind that hurts anytime you move it.” you continued as you closed your eyes, exhausted and very ready to go back to bed. 
Satoru raised himself from the counter, taking steps over to you as you felt his presence loom next to you. “Nd you have to do it all the time too-” he scoffed, playing the sympathy card so you'd think he was on your side. 
He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, “They always look so full,”  he murmured against your skin, you hummed in response, agreeing with what he was saying as he wrapped his hand around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder. “So painful.” he hummed as his hands dared to trace up your bare torso. 
“I can help, y’know.” The tone he said those words sounded sincere- almost as though he was just trying to make this easier for you, you let out a hum in disbelief, “Unless you're a baby who refuses to latch- no you can't.” you mumbled with a groggy voice. 
Your words came out as a retort- but in Gojo’s ears they sounded like a challenge. 
It was true, his child had the same stubborness as Satoru, refusing to eat anything that didn’t come from a plastic bottle. Thus the pumping and the overproduction of milk that was piled high in the freezer by now. You had half the mind to sell it or empty them down the drain, I mean what child is gonna drink that much? Even if it was a Gojo heir- no child drinks that much milk. 
But the thought pained Satoru, it only reminded him of the times where that frozen milk could have been in his mouth rather than in plastic bags. 
Satoru kept a light touch as his hand trailed to the side of your ribs, scooping the bottom of the free breast you hadn’t pumped yet. Feeling the weight in his hand as he lifted it lightly, and you were just tired enough to let him. “They're so heavy.” he whispered in a coo as you blinked your eyes open, fully registering what he was trying to do. 
You furrowed your eyebrows, “Don't be gross, ‘toru.” you spoke in a clearer voice, earning a small laugh to ring into your ear as his hand gently grasped the side of your full breast. “What's gross about wantin’ to help?” He murmured in your ear, his hand keeping a light graze as his pointer finger brushed past your tender nipple, you hissed at the feeling causing Satoru to hum an understanding ‘I know.’ into your ear. 
You couldn't see his face but you were sure he was pleased with himself, “That's all I wanna do.” his words sounded wholehearted. Almost earnest as his large hand held onto your breast with a light touch, “I'll be sooo gentle, I promise.” he closed his eyes feeling your breast fill his palm with ease, “I just wanna help you,” he whispered as he pressed the off button on the little machine, guiding your hand to place it on the counter as he pressed an honest kiss to your ear. 
You knew that filling those little bottles would have taken way too long, then the thought of how much faster it would be if you let him- “Let me help you.” 
Satoru’s silver tongue was never your favorite part of him, you never liked how easy it was for him to hide the truth behind seemingly sincere words. 
His brushing fingertips against your sore nipples didn't help either, his fingers were very, very close to squeezing the suede ring of color around the hardened peak- Satoru wanted to see if small rivulets would spurt out of your nipples if he squeezed. 
You inhaled feeling the warm pads of his fingertip caress at your tender nipple. If Satoru wasn't trying to convince you of something, you'd admit it felt nice. You scoffed, “Don't make it nasty ‘toru-” you caved, sighing with an exhausted tone, feeling his warm palms lift your heavy breasts.
Gojo’s mouth had been salivating from the second he walked into the kitchen, and as you said those words he gulped hard. “Course not~” he mumbled, allowing the truth to seep out in his words. 
And as he guided you to sit onto the couch as you've done plenty of times when you'd pump, he already knew how he wanted to be fed, he had thought about it over and over again. And settled on this position, his back was pressed against the tops of your thighs. His long legs extended onto the couch- unashamed of his cock rising from staring at the cream droplet that threatened to fall from your nipple.
Even if this act was obscene and borderlining on too far- you were grateful he didn't make any teasing remarks on how little it took for him to convince you this time. That and how his mouth would have been filled soon enough, so you wouldn't worry about that. 
Your hand was on the back of his head, fingers filled with lily white hair as he fought back a smile. Only the gleam in his eyes showed you just how excited he was. Satoru’s lips parted as his eyes darted back and forth from your sore nipple up to your face that was warm with embarrassment. All but asking for permission as you watched his bottom lip quiver in anticipation. 
With pinched eyebrows, you guided his head towards your aching breast, Gojo’s lips parted awaiting your puffy nipple. His tongue covered the bottom of his teeth- a low groan rumbled onto your skin as he lightly pressed his parted lips onto the skin around your nipple.
You watched with a grimace look on your face, not knowing why he would offer this- let alone enjoy it. 
Satoru’s tongue circled at your hardening nipple, lapping softly as he tried to keep his promise of being gentle as the essence of the milk lingered on his tongue. A small huff left your lip as he rested his tongue at the bottom of your nipple, protecting it from his pearly teeth. 
His hands rested atop his tummy as you caressed the back of his scalp, you nodded your head as a form of permission, giving Satoru the ‘ok’ that he could start- his lips were slow to start sucking, pulling your nipple further into his mouth with a lactogenic motion from his tongue.
Before now, Satoru wasn't fully sure how to nurse if you let him, he knew it wasn't like just sucking your nipple. But the second he felt the sore apex of your breast press against the roof of his mouth, sucking in as much of your breast as he could, his tongue massaged the bottom of your tit to coax the milk to come out. 
The motion came to him as an instinct, as though nursing was engraved in his marrow from the minute he was pulled into this world. 
It took very little effort to pull milk to the surface. But the moan that reverberated onto your breast from a fat droplet hitting Satoru’s tongue- it was bordering on pornographic. It was as though he saw the pearly gates of heaven when the droplet infiltrated the taste buds of his tongue.
No matter how much fantasizing he did, or any of the ghost-like tastes- nothing. Nothing, could have prepared him for how fucking heavenly you tasted.
Your milk was warm, thick enough to leave a light cast on his tongue as he tried to suckle more liquid from your nipple. Gojo’s mouth was latched onto you in a way you knew it would hurt to pull him off.
Satoru’s gaze threatened to shut as you looked down at him. His head coddled in your hand as he kept faltering eye contact with you. Only making this feel even more salacious than it should have. 
No, this was only supposed to be a way for him to help- a way to remove the aching pressure from your breasts and save some time.
But that look in his eyes, the way his eyebrows were furrowed- almost as though he was sucking your tit in spite. 
That was till a bigger wave of your milk rushed into his mouth, earning an almost anguished whimper to pulse against your skin.
Your eyes squinted trying to figure out if he was exaggerating- only the way his eyes struggled to stay open, the blush across his cheeks and the satisfied smile on the perked corners of his lips, convinced you he was being genuine. 
With every ooze of the prized liquid he suckled from your plump breast, Satoru swallowed. Not wanting any to spill from his lips as you placed your hand on his chest that was threatening to start hyperventilating. Too focused on suckling as much milk as he could to even consider keeping a steady breathing pattern. The warmth of his mouth on your tender nipple was soothing, comforting almost.
Gojo’s eyes were half lidded and hazy- trying his very best not to let them roll to the back of his head as the dulcet milk trickled down his throat. 
Unwillingly a small whimper fled his latched lips as his eyes closed, chest heaving from the taste of you coating his mouth. You huffed a small breath from his greedy tongue sucking harder on your nipple. 
Rubbing your hand on his chest to soothe the little whimpers that rumbled your breast, thankful his eyes were closed when they rolled to the back of his head. His trapped cock was shouting at him for attention, be it instinct or just wanting to relieve the ache- his hand slowly trailed down his tummy, only your eyes were too focused on his seemingly intoxicated expression to notice. 
Your hand holding his head up started rubbing gently at his scalp, seeing frustration form on his delicate features- unknowing why. But you were almost trying to soothe him as whimpers vibrated onto your breast. Watching his eyebrows furrow and the growing blush on his cheeks to deepen as his eyes fluttered open.
Looking up at you from the slightly obstructed view from below, your palm on his chest being able to feel how hard his heart was beating. And as your eyebrows furrowed with a breathy sigh- you watched the familiar look in Satoru’s eyes glimmer past white lashes. 
You inhaled sharply, feeling his tongue trail from massaging the bottom of your nipple to the little mound that provided the milk. Tracing the tip of his tongue on your bud causing you to hiss his name in a warning. 
That's all it took for him to continue suckling on your sore nipple. You were about to rest back onto the couch with a sigh, caressing the back of his head as you felt relief wash over your shoulders, allowing him to take what he needed and then some. 
That was till your eye caught his bicep flexing- and you trailed your eyes down his pale arm parting your lips in shock as you watched his unashamed hand palm himself through his gray sweats. 
You huffed- only it came out in a breathy sigh rather than in the reprimanding tone you meant it to. Satoru only moaned as he heard his name fall from your lips, feeling his mouth suck rougher in order to pull more milk from your heavy breast that threatened to suffocate his nose.
His hand hesitantly removed itself from the stiff bulge of his sweats, landing on your wrist that was on his chest. His hazy cerulean eyes filled with the kind of mist you only see when he's premeditated something long before you knew of it.
Satoru’s fingers wrapped around your wrist as he greedily drank from your nipple, so greedily that the corners of his mouth were threatening to leak the honeyed fluid- he was suckling so much, he couldn't swallow fast enough.  
And as the little droplets stained the sides of Gojo’s jaw, trailing down his pale skin- he led your hand to extend over to his strained bulge. Knowing if you truly were uncomfortable by this, you would've pulled away the second you saw him palming himself.
You inhaled as his hand led you to his cock by your wrist, gasping softly with a tingle on your cheeks from how hard he was. Satoru placed his larger hand atop yours, pressing it onto his painful erection with a whine rippling through your skin. 
You flashed your eyes from the gray fabric that trapped his neglected cock, back to his eyes. Threatening to blink shut as you kept a gentle grasp on his bulge. Even if he was the one in your lap, nursing at your breast in a way that can only be described as voracious. That look on his face was smug, almost as though he was right this entire time and you were the hard headed one.
Satoru trailed his hand onto your forearm, smiling to himself as you started softly palming his prominent bulge. 
Your eyebrows were pinched upwards, trying very, very hard not to shift your thighs beneath his back to relieve the ache forming between them.
You felt bad, like the only reason he was palming himself- almost in a sad way, was because you allowed this to happen. It wasn't guilt- but you wanted to apologize in some way. 
Satoru’s mouth suckled in no pattern, his only goal was to drain every single gush of milk you offered. No matter how fervent he must've looked right now, he didn’t care. As long as he could feel your warmth in his throat- your taste coating the cavern of his mouth- he didn’t care if he looked like a starved man.
You sighed almost in pity as he let out various throaty whimpers, firmening your fingers around the print in his sweats. “Oh ‘toru~” you soothed, knowing how hard he was- it had to be painful. Your cheeks tingling and warm as his hips bucked up into your hand for more friction. 
And as your hand cradled onto the back of his head, you maneuvered the hand on his bulge to free it from its torment. 
For the first time since he latched onto your nipple, his lips parted from your breast with a low moan. The cold morning air hitting his pinkening tip causing him to furrow his eyebrows, but all it took was for the feeling to settle before he attached onto your draining nipple once more.
You didn't hesitate to place your hand onto his base, feeling the light trails of his precum on his shaft from how worked up he was, tempting a gasp to leave his lips, you looked at him.
And as though he was made to do it- Satoru lightly ran his tongue at your budding nipple, lapping up the white sweetness that leaked from your breast. 
You kept a light touch on his cock, his hand on your upper arm before gently resting it on the swell of your other breast. Thinking to himself how rude of him that he was neglecting your other equally tender nipple. 
Satoru lightly thumbed your nipple, feeling light drips wet his thumb. Enticing you to slowly start stroking him, stopping your grasp right before your fingers could roll onto his flushed tip. Knowing he wouldn't last long if you worked over his cockhead. 
The moans that rumbled from Gojo’s throat and onto your sensitive skin were full of desperation and bliss. You watched him in almost pity- trickles of your milk falling from the sides of his lips, making trails of white drip down his cheeks.
It didn’t take long for him to finish draining your breast, somewhere in his mind he knew there was nothing left in your left tit, but that didn't stop him from trying to slurp up any remaining droplets.
Gojo’s cheeks felt like they were boiling on his face, and with one last lap of your nipple, he unlatched from your breast. Huffing softly as his breath tickled your damp nipple, he looked up at you, an amazed and out of breath expression formed on his face as you wiggled your eyebrows. 
It was embarrassing, the way your milk left trails of a light white film on his cheeks, the way he was breathing heavily with his cock in your hand. Vulnerable. 
Satoru saw your flushed face- and to comfort you he raised himself from the tops of your thighs lightly, keeping a massaging hand on your unsucked breast as he pressed his plump lips to yours.
It was filthy- Mouths dancing against each other in pure delirium. Being able to taste yourself on his tongue- on his spit laced with milk. It was like Gojo did that to show you just how exquisite you tasted. Only for your hand to keep its snail pace, avoidant of his crying tip. 
His lips pulled from yours, looking into your eyes and thumbing your weeping white nipple. Soft opened mouth moans coming from his lips as your hand stroked tenderly.
Rare were the times when Satoru was silent during intimacy, usually babbling teasing nonsense. But this time, the carnal look in his eye told you everything you needed to know. His senseless prattling wasn't even a thought in his mind right now, burning beneath his skin was pure and utter hunger. Hunger, to taste you- to drink from you. To nurse, over and over again. 
The one thought that lingered in his mind was to make sure to keep you pregnant- keep you in a state to continue producing the warm comfort he hardly had as a child. 
Gojo licked his bottom lip, mouth salivating as he felt the warm liquid trickle onto his palm. He leaned back slightly, looking down to your swollen nipple rolling between his fingers. Then trailing his gaze to your slow stroking hand, Gojo was sure he had never been so hard in his life till now. 
He licked his lips before cupping the side of your heavy breast in his palm, slowly shifting himself down to align himself with your right breast. Your hand followed the back of his scap, guiding him to latch onto your dripping nipple. 
Satoru opened his mouth, closing his eyes when he felt the skin of your breast fill his mouth again. Running his tongue across your neglected nipple and tasting the essence his fingers had squeezed out. A throaty whine leaving his nose as he started suckling, so enthralled by your taste and the gentle way you stroked him. Keeping his kneading hand on the side of your breast to assist in guiding more milk into his mouth.
Your cheeks were warm, tingling from how lewd he looked at that moment. The little whimpers that came from him didn't help either. 
Happily, Satoru let those unfiltered whines pour from him, if it meant you'd know how much he was enjoying himself. 
And as your hand slightly passed his tip on the upturn, he gasped against you. Almost as a warning, he sucked harder on your sore nipple in return. Gojo let out muffled cries from your hand stroking past his tip, even if you couldn't see it- his eyes were rolled to the back of his head as he suckled instinctively. You looked away from his face- churned with an insatiable greed. 
Looking at his pinkening cock in your hand as the veins on his lower abdomen stood proud beneath his skin. His chest was heaving once more, forced to take heavy inhales through his nose as he felt the knot in his tummy tighten. 
Satoru’s whines started to rumble louder against you, watching an inhale reach down his torso, his tummy caving from how hard he exhaled. He was so close. So fucking close and fighting it at this point. You could see it in his scrunched eyebrows and desperate suckles. 
You lightly scratched your nails onto his scalp, “It’s okay ‘toru,” you sighed softly, gaining his cerulean eyes to open slightly and look up at you. You were flustered sure, but you wanted to assure Satoru that he could cum whenever he liked. He didn't need to hold off for your sake. 
Only when he saw the soft smile on your lips- something deep within him snapped. It didn't click before, even with your hand tenderly stroking him and your tit in his mouth, even as he was nursing directly from your breast. It still didn't click. 
But when you soothed his whimpers, the tender smile you had on your lips as he took and took from you. The nurturing tone you assured him with. That's when it made sense. That's when he realized why he had been longing to help you in this way. 
Before he didn’t really question it- thought it was just something weird he found hot amongst all his other strange fantasies. But now. Now it made sense. 
Your mind was a mess, barely able to process the words that fell from your lips naturally. Gojo’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as you polished his cockhead, his hips bucking up into it in response. You watched as he let go of that final reservation, sucking harshly causing more of your milk to spill from the corners of his lips with frustrated whines. Being able to feel his orgasm tighten in his stomach. 
The hand on your breast was practically milking you, squeezing milk into his mouth rather than his tongue nursing at it, his nose was scrunched as he exhaled a ragged breath through his nose. Your nipple was starting to ache from the vibrating whimpers and moans, and instead of telling him to stop, you raked your fingers through his hair gently. “Shh, I know, I know.” you crooned, keeping a steady pace on his cock as he simmered his whimpers. 
Ever since Satoru told you he had little to no memories of his mother, you knew he had mommy issues. And when he started asking to taste your milk you were hesitant, knowing once that pandora's box was opened there was no use trying to close it again.
Only as you looked down at him, how content and blissful he looked- unlike anything you've ever seen before, you didn't mind if it didn’t close again. 
Satoru parted his eyes, feeling his orgasm slowly slip in his tummy, you watched as his eyes fluttered back to his head- mumbling something in the sound of ‘m’cummi-’ against your skin as you sped up your pace. His hips twitching up into your hand as you jerked him quickly, his lungs could barely handle how little air he was inhaling, his brain fuzzy as he slurped and lapped at your nipple. 
Gojo saw stars as you stroked him past the pinnacle you worked him up, his eyes squinted harshly as his lips unlatched from your breast, throaty groans mixed with whines fell from his lips as his orgasm oozed over your hand. When your thumb caressed the opening on his tip, his cock spurted out another pump of his cum with a whine. 
As you helped work through his orgasm, smaller pumps of his seed assisted in the wet strokes you gave him, Satoru latched back onto your breast with a content sigh, needing to drain as much as he could, his cock slowly softening in your hand. 
And as he drank the rest of your milk you rested your hand on his lower belly, waiting for him to finish taking what he needed. His mouth wasn’t suckling as frantically nor hurried as before. You relished in the warmth his lips provided with a sigh, closing your eyes as the sun started rising. Being able to see the light through your closed eyes. 
When Satoru couldn't taste any more milk coming from your drained breast, he hesitantly pulled away. Resting his head in your hand as he looked up to the ceiling hazily, milk drunk as your breasts obstructed his view.
He inhaled, “Throw away that stupid machine.” you sighed, knowing he’s hated the breast pump since he saw you use it for the first time. 
“What am I gonna do when you're not around?” you murmured, thinking of a world where you wouldn't have access to a pump. 
“Call me and I'll find you.” 
You let out a small laugh. Leaning your back onto the couch as Satoru setted on your hand. “So fucking weird.” You murmured, hearing him let out a smiley breath. 
Satoru sat up, turning to you with an endearing gaze, “Only cause I like you soooo much.” he claimed, pressing a kiss onto your temple before standing. Reaching out for your hand, ignoring the mess on his tummy, pulling you to stand as he led you to the master bathroom. 
“What do you want for breakfast?” you muttered behind him, watching him halt his steps and looking back at you, “What?” he asked with a smug smile and creased eyebrows. 
You furrowed your eyebrows, “...Breakfast?” not understanding what was confusing about the question. 
Satoru scoffed, “What for? You just fed me.” he spoke sweetly, watching the grimace on your face churn with an appalled ‘ugh!’ as you snapped your hand away from his. You scoffed as he reached for your hand again, pulling you into his arms. Peppering kisses over your features as you groaned.
“You’re so nasty.” you scoffed as he stepped forward, leading you into the bathroom with various kisses on your cheeks. 
You were sure this little activity Satoru found so much attraction in, would make its way into your daily routine. Only you didn't mind it as much as you thought you would.
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writing this added 3 years to my life dead ass.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 9 months
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I was getting kidnapped. Only thing I remember seeing was a billboard that just said: "Breastfeeding 👍".
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miguelswifey04 · 8 months
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miguel o’hara x fem! reader
cw: lactation kink (breastfeeding), reader! breastfeeds miguel, breast-sucking, nsfw 18+, smut; no plot
a/n: this was requested so, if you don’t like this js skip or block me :3
as you removed your apron, revealing your beautiful curves and plump breasts, miguel’s breath caught in his throat. the sight of you was undeniably alluring, and desire welled up within him. he couldn't resist the pull any longer, his hands gliding over your bare skin as he pulled you closer. his lips found their way to the sensitive skin of your neck, peppering it with soft kisses.
“you’re irresistible," he whispered huskily, his voice filled with desire. "every curve, every part of you... drives me wild." his hands traced teasing patterns along your waist, caressing the softness of your skin. "you are the most enticing sight in this kitchen, my love." miguel chuckled softly against your skin, his touch growing bolder as he let his hands roam over your body. his voice was laced with a playful yet seductive tone. “you’re always so kinky,” you giggled as you leaned into his hungry touches.
“oh, you have no idea how kinky i can be. i’m just waiting for the right moment to show you." he moved one hand up to cup your breast, teasingly running his thumb over the hardened nipple. his lips resumed their exploration along your neck, his touch becoming more urgent with each passing moment. miguel’s movements were swift and confident as he carried you effortlessly to the bed. a hunger burned within him as he lowered your top, exposing your breasts and the sweet milk that awaited him.
his lips found their way to your exposed flesh, his mouth latching onto your nipple. he suckled gently, savoring the taste of your milk, his tongue lapping and swirling around it. a deep moan rumbled from his throat as he enjoyed the intimate connection between you, the mixture of pleasure and nourishment filling his senses. he nursed eagerly, his touch and suckling becoming more intense, his desire to please you growing with every passing second.
“oh god," he murmured with urgency, his voice muffled against your breast. "you taste so delicious. i can't get enough of you." you squirmed under his hold as he continued to suckled on your breasts. you could feel the tug from his lips as he slurped up your sweet milk and with the flick of tongue, lapped up the milk that threatened to spill from your breasts. “oh—miguel, that feels so fucking good..” your breath hitches and your body shudders as he continues his assault on your breasts.
miguel’s desire intensified as he heard your moans of pleasure and felt your squirming beneath his touch. it fueled his own arousal, his passion for you growing with every passing moment. his free hand roamed across your body, teasing and caressing your curves, heightening your pleasure. his lips trailed a path of kisses and nibbles from your breasts to your neck, his warm breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine.
he released your breast with a gentle pop, his lips and chin glistening with traces of milk. he gazed into your eyes, his own filled with a mix of longing and adoration. “you are exquisite, mi reina," he whispered, his voice laced with desire. "and i want to show you just how much you mean to me."
a/n: shiver me timbers omg i can’t believe i wrote this omg 😏
tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @astro1bloom @sabcandoit @obi-mom-kenobi @emiemiemiii @meeom
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pedge-page · 2 months
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Can we pls get more lactation kink !! No one writes them like you
Ask and you shall receive! I guess I'll just take the title of "Lactation kink" Queen 👑
Joel Miller x F!reader
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Warnings: breastfeeding, Lactation kink, dry humping, frottage, first rough dom!joel then lil bit soft sub!Joel, premature ejaculation, little breeding kink at end
18+ ONLY
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Joel all but manhandled you across the living room. You can't even get out a greeting before he was groping you and slamming the door behind him shut. He throws you down on the couch, fingers digging into the cups of your tank top before roughly yanking down, tearing the fabric in two.
"Jesus, Joel!" You gasp. You go to cover yourself and your nude bra, but his claws  throw your arms back to your sides with bruising strength as he gets to his knees. His torso is positioned between your legs, caging you to the couch.
You feel the rumbles in his chest against your belly when he growls at the sight of your overly swollen breasts practically begging to be set free from your bra clasp. He pulls the wire frame down too, exposing your nipples as the fat of your tit droops over.
"Mine," he he snarls hungrily through clenched teeth.
His arms snake under your armpits, forearms flat against your back with his palms splayed over your shoulder blades, bringing you close to him until his warm mouth latches on to your sensitive nipple.
You gasp, immediately going to craddle his head.
He gets like this sometimes. Usually after watching you breastfeed your baby, or when he's had a rough day at work and all he can think about is escaping in your supple mounds.
Today is the latter.
He sucks around your pebble, tongue swirling to perk it up before the milk starts to flow into his wanting throat. You both groan together. Pressed so tightly against him, feeling all the aggression slowly dissipate from his body at the taste of your sweet milk.
He feels safe. He feels at home.
"That's it," you coo, fingers sifting through his locks as he closes his eyes and breathes deeply through his nose between each massive gulp. "Take your time. 'S all yours."
He usually starts with quick swallows before just letting your creamy liquid pool in his mouth for a bit then gulping a large load at a time. Little satisfied hums escape his throat with each encouragement of his appetite.  You would never deny him this, not that you think you could actively try with the grip he has. His callused hands slowly caressing along your back, rubbing you soothingly as he gets lost in your warm embrace.
He pulls away finally, stuttering a pant as a trickle of milk seeps from the corner of his mouth. You see the lust in his dreamy lidded eyes, his tongue darting along his lower pouty lip to capture any remaining taste.
"Better?" You ask gently. He rolls his head into your petting of his hair.
He just grunts. One hand grasps the bridge of your bra before he's tearing it from your body with inhuman strength and throwing it carelessly behind him, fully letting your plump girlies free.
He smirks at the sight, the heft of your bosom still bouncing. His tongue falls from his mouth, curling up to scoop your other sore tit into his mouth, teeth latching on the fattened part just gently enough to hold suction before he's suckling more milk again.
You both close your eyes and find calm.
Until the gentle rocking of Joels hips into the couch leg stirs you.
He pulls away and nuzzles his forehead in the valley of your mounds, glancing down at the weeping stain of  precum forming at the tent in his pants. He can smell your pussy from here, palm tracing along your inner thigh before his fingers part your panties and glide along your slick arousal.
You hope maybe hes going to take care of you, press his nose against your little beating swollen nub, but instead he withdraws and smears his sticky fingers over your tits, across your nipples, admirning the shine of your slick before licking the salty-sweet mixed taste of your pussy and milk from your soft skin.
Joel's arms hook under your ass and pulls you down to the floor with him, stradding his thighs with his cock pressed between your bellies.
You unzip his jeans and pull his hardened length out, tugging along the red tip with full strokes. "Ah-ahh-ahh baby," he whines, eyes closed as you pump him. "You feel--so good touchin' me."
He spits downward so his saliva falls to his tip, your hand immediately working the new lubricant down over his base then back up again.
His arms wrap around your waist once more, pulling you flush against him with his haggert breaths fanning on your chest. He sucks a few deep breaths before putting your pebbled nipple back in his mouth, grinding you against his body so he mushroom tip rubs right under your lower boobs.
You hump him, desperate to relieve the ache between your legs, but careful to not let your tits slip out of his mouth. With the secure grip he has on you, it doesn't seem likely anyway. You can feel his precum wetting your tummy and his shirt, moaning at the thick protrusion between you, twitching along your stomach, right where it would normally split you open and nestle deep inside where no other man had bred you before.
You want it inside. Want it filling you again and again. Spilling his seed safely into your waiting womb once more and giving new life.
"Daddy," you hum.
You feel his breath getting faster, k-9s sinking further as he ruts his hips along yours. "I want you to make me a mommy again."
His nails dig into your flesh, voraciously sucking reverently again, pulling you close, close, closer with desire to meld you into him and never leave. Mine, mine, mine, he chants in his mind: more more more.
I want you to put another baby in me".
His body seizes beneath you, and he can't stop his pathetic ragged painful moans, pulling away with milk spilling from his lips, eyes scrunched closed as his cock pulses thick ropes of his seed until its between your bodies and leaving a thick creamy sticky hot mess gluing you together.
You stare down at him as he gasps heavily.
"You're supposed to do that inside me."
But he's still so fucking GONE, coming down from the high of the intensity of his orgasm, of your milk still lingering in his taste buds. He just pants through his sinful lips, looking at you all drunk with no comprehension behind his wide blown eyes, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.
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daraona · 3 months
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I only encourage my nipples so that they are ready for my daddy
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cvastik · 1 month
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My phone sure does get drenched a lot for these tributes 🫶🏻
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some nursing for @ineffablefamfeb 💕💕💕
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deecotan · 27 days
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For the pregnant Zosan art (which I love) is Sanji eating or cooking anything strange with the pregnancy cravings?
YES. I answered something similar here about my pregnant sanji headcanons and weird cravings is definitely one of them. i also drew this back then (i don't remember if i have posted them to tumblr or not?? sorry my memory is shit) which is basically a glimpse to what zosan is up to on sanji's early days of his first pregnancy. so yeah
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some more fun headcanons:
zoro's stomach becomes a whole new level of indestructible after enduring months of sanji's weirdass pregnancy cuisine, because not only he eats them alongside sanji, he takes the brunt by eating the "rejects" aka the food sanji HATES all of the sudden literally 5 seconds after making them. forget about eating razor blades, zoro's stomach achieves true nirvana after enduring chocolate tuna and peanut butter pickles for two weeks straight.
sanji got sick at one point and suffered from quite a bad fever. during his bedrest he became delirious and started to crave drinking zoro's milk straight out of his breasts. he cried and throwed up after zoro said no i can't breastfeed you because my breasts can't produce any milk. zoro then said you technically can drink YOUR own milk after you give birth later, but sanji only cried harder because his milk is for the baby & he doesn't want to steal their baby's food. zoro ended up buying him carton milk and he recovered quickly after that.
sanji's misadventure of weird pregnancy cuisine marks the first time luffy got humbled after pestering sanji for food and ended up being served a food combination that even he can't fathom. you know it's bad when luffy doesn't want to eat your food.
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dilfs-whore · 5 months
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𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 ☕︎
Warnings/contains:breast expansion,lactating,breast feeding,nipple play,dry humping.
❀Minors do not interact!this is sexual content for adults made out of pure fantasy
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★You didn't know what was going on,all you remember is waking up and realizing your breasts have gotten 5 times bigger than they previously were,they jiggled at the slightest movement, they were also filled with milk making you extra sensitive.
★no shirts fit you anymore because your breasts were so big you couldn't even see your feet if you looked down,they were like ballons expect filled with milk instead of air,the air hitting your exposed nipples was making you feel needy so you quickly called your boyfriend, the only person you could think of.
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★Jesus fuck-
Your boyfriend muttered when he saw your state,you were sitting on the couch with yours legs crossed and your huge breasts moving ever so slightly,some droplets of milk even leaking out, you looked up at him with doe eyes as you begged him in a sweet desperate voice.
★please help me, I don't know what happened!
Your boyfriend sat down next to you,his eyes examined your leaking breasts as a small blush formed on his cheeks and his hands slowly went to cup your breasts, you whined and felt your breath getting heavier, you have never felt so sensitive.
★His fingers went to your hard nipples and he flicked them making you moan,you felt yourself getting wet and desperate for more of his touch but he was taking his sweet time,his thumb moved in circles against your nipples as milk leaked,your mind was so clowded your couldn't even think about anything other than wanting to be fucked.
★He squeezed one nipple which made milk squirt out onto his shirt as a pained moan left your lips,he smirked and he did it again and again and again,your were squirming against him not knowing whether you want him to stop or continue,he pulled at your nipples while still squeezing them making your eyes roll back at the pleasurable pain.
★He leaned down and stuck his tongue out and moved it slowly across your hard nipples drinking your milk,he groaned and wrapped his lips around one nipple as he started sucking,the warm sweet liquid going straight into his mouth while his other hand continued to play with your other nipple,he kept pulling and squeezing it with milk squirting out of it making a mess under the both of you.
★milk trickled down his chin as he looked up at your with stars in his eyes while still drinking your sweet milk,his hand went to your waist and he pulled you up to his lap, your clothed cunt directly sitting on his hard dick as he began to slowly rock your hips against him while he continued to drink, your hand held his head closely to you, tucking at his hair when you felt him gently bite your nipple.
★You started moving your hips on your own as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm,his mouth went to your other nipple and sucked on it, making sure to drink all the sweet milk you offered, he moaned as his hands went up to your back and he pulled you closer, his face squishing against your breast.
★desperate moans left both of your lips as you kept rolling your hips against him,his hand squeezed your other breast making you whine,you could practically feel his cocky smirk even though you couldn't see him with how clouded your vision was.
★You felt a knot in your stomach as you orgasmed,your thighs trembled and your held onto him as you felt your body going weak, he let go of your nipples and held you between his arms, his lips were wet and he could still taste the sweet milk on his tongue.
★His hand gently patted your back while you recovered from your orgasm, you looked up at him and saw he was looking right back at you still having a smirk on his lips,he kissed your forehead as he whispered to you.
★I am going to have so much fun with you..
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★He chuckled at your desperate state under him,ever since your beautiful transition he had been having his fun with you,and honestly... You didn't even complain but in this moment, you wanted to complain so badly.
★He had your hand tied over your head with your legs spread wide,but the cherry ontop was the nipple clamps he put on you,ever since you started producing milk you needed to be milked everyday or your breasts would get swollen and hurt but the clamps he put on were restricting even the tiniest bit of milk from leaking.
★Your eyes were teary as you begged him to take it off,it hurt so bad yet it felt so good,your breasts were swollen and filled with milk you felt you couldn't breath, you wanted... needed him to drink it and give you that relief but he was enjoying toying with you.
★His hand moved to your cunt and he rubbed slow circles around your clit making your whole body tremble,you were so sensitive nowadays it was criminal not to tease you,he kept rubbing your clit with agonizingly slow movements it made tears go down your cheeks as you were getting more desperate by the second.
★You whined and squirmed but there wasnt anywhere you could go to,he smirked and he positioned his dick between your lips and started moving it slowly while still rubbing your clit, you moaned and your hips buckled into him, wanting to feel him fill you up but his hand stopped rubbing your clit and held you down with little to no effort.
★He kept slowly moving his dick between your lips and occasionally rubbing his tip against your clit even sometimes slapping it, you moaned and begged but it all fell on deaf ears,the clamps were adding onto the torture making you feel like you were going to explode.
★His other hand went up to your breasts and he squeezed one of them but the milk couldn't squirt out because of the clamps,you felt more tears go down your cheeks as your body trembled from the teasing,your hands struggled against the restraints,you just wanted to free yourself from the torture.
★He slapped your clit with his tip as he tugged the clamps up pulling at your nipples in the process,they felt like they were on fire as the sting filled your entire body going down to your core, making your cunt even more wet.
★He finally pushed his dick all the way,you clenched around him as if you feared him pulling out,he moved his hips slowly but started quickening his thrusts every passing moment, your moans filled the room as his tip hit all your sweet spots, his thumb rubbing your clit in sync with his thrusts making you see stars.
★He pulled the clamps harshly off of you making you scream in pain,milk started leaking out of you immediately trickling down your breasts, with every thrust more milk leaked and it was making beautiful mess.
★His hand went to your breasts and he squeezed them,you gasped and tightened around him as your back arched towards his hand, you felt so sensitive and dazed but you never wanted this feeling to end,the tingling sensation went from your nipples all the way down to your cunt.
★milk was covering your breasts and his hands as he kept milking you out while his thrusts became rougher and quicker,you shuddered under him as your orgasm approached you,your walls clenched around him as he kept hitting your sweet spot over and over.
★with one final thrust he filled you with his cum,your thigh trembled at the feeling and you orgasmed right after him,he let go of your breasts and held your face as he kissed you passionately while still being buried deep inside of you.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 month
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Paul McCartney was on Reddit looking for advice on the best way to breastfeed a dog.
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xsublimelimex · 3 months
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CW: Diaper play (including messing) & breastfeeding kink
Disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, click away now!
“Aw Sweet girl why are you crying?” I question her running my hands up and down her arms in an attempt to calm her. “Shh tell mommy what’s wrong?” She whines and wraps her arms around her belly. “Is it your tummy, is it hurting again?” She looks at me with big sad eyes, “Uhuh mommy i wanna make pushies but it hurts mommy.” She whines and stomps her foot.
I smile softly. “There’s no need to get upset sweetie its okay mommy will help you make poopies. Come sit in my lap.” I twist her around and she sits her diapered butt on my lap her head rests on my chest. “There you go good girl!” I lift her pajama top and pull it off leaving her tiny tits out. I slip my tit closest to her out and she immediately takes my big nipple into her mouth suckling away. I gasp at the force of her suction, “Good girl.”
I settle my hand on her lower belly and rub it warming the spot up before I press down lightly. She moans around my nipple and I watch as her diaper fills with piss. I keep pressing until she starts grunting biting down slightly on my nipple which makes me moan. “Sweetheart be careful with mommy’s nipples, keep pushing I know you can do it.” She looks up at me tears leaking from her eyes. “Owie mommy it hurts.” I keep pushing down on her bloated belly. “I know sweet girl but you have to keep making pushies I promise it’ll feel so good once that poopy comes out.”
She nods and nuzzles my breast grunting as she pushes. I slip my hand down to her diaper and I feel just as her poop plops out into it. “Ahh mama it came out!” She says in excitement. I smile at her and pat her diaper. “I know sweet girl you did such a good job!” I sit her up and she wraps her her legs around my waist and jumps up and down squishing her dirty diaper all over her butt. I laugh and rub her thigh as she bounces in excitement. “Such a silly little girl!” I tickle her belly and she laughs loudly. I wrap my arms around her waist and she tucks her head into my shoulder breathing heavily. She slowly starts rubbing the front of her diaper against my leg. Ahh my little girl wants to make cummies. I kiss her shoulder and she moans as my fingers find her puffy nipples. “Mommy I need to make cummies please!” She whines as he throws her head back and humps my leg faster no doubt spread her messy all over the place. “You got this sweet girl chase it. You can come whenever you need.” I grab her hips and help her grind down until she moans loudly and cums in her poopy diaper.
“There you go such a good girl going in your diapie. Mommy is so proud of you.” I rub her back as she slumps against me. She lifts my boob until her lips close around my nipple suckling softly.
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adult-human-gc-female · 9 months
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The majority of modern meds are forbidden for breast-feeding women. Not because it is proven that they are harmful for infants, but because the testing on infants itself is considered beyond unethical. No thorough clinical research — no permission to use.
But those TRAs are running around the internet waving 1 (ONE) research paper saying "that liquid from male chest, induced by synthetic hormones, seems similar to female breast milk, idk" as a proof that transwomen breast-feeding is 100% safe, so women should shut up.
Meanwhile baby formula that was created more than 150 years ago and also is similar to woman milk, while very helpful, is still losing to natural milk and is still a topic for research.
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