holy incoming comment fic kink meme, batman!
So, as some of y'all know about me and some of y'all probably don't, I have one particular kink that I would absolutely call bulletproof for me since I love it in basically all of the situations ever and with all of the characters, barring a few scenarios that really squick me and a few ships that I don't want to read period even if the fic is
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Of course Stiles notices too--actually, notices isn't the right word here--he's obsessed with it. He's noticeably turned on by it, is always touching it and rubbing it, especially after they eat and it's maybe a little bigger. And Derek's all confused and conflicted, because he's got fat, why is that sexy, until one day Stiles is like, "You like my belly, why can't I like yours?" And Derek is like, "I just like your belly because it's growing with our child, Stiles." But Stiles grins and pets Derek's round little belly and says, "Yeah, and I just like your belly growing because ( ... )
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And both Stiles and Derek find nothing hotter than that, than Derek trying to find a comfortable position with his new weight, and Stiles' huge belly, for him to breastfeed. How it's too much milk, too much for him to be able to drink it all each time Stiles needs to be milked, and be comfortable. But Stiles doesn't care. He wants, he needs, Derek to drink it all, to be able to give Derek this, this closeness and...
Ahem. Anyway...
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Stiles knows that most women sort of dread pre-birth lactation, that they'll refuse to let their partners play with their nipples for fear that the stimulation will lead to leaking. Stiles, though, has an Alpha werewolf to nurse. The moment he feels his nipples start to puff up, he's on those suckers until they start dripping thick, pearly drops of milk three weeks before the baby books predict, so loaded with fat and nutrients they're practically cream. After all, he'll have a litter of pups to feed in a few months.
Derek likes this new addition to his diet. It's different than lasagna, or chicken paprikash, or steak and potatoes, because this is something Stiles is making for him, for their pups. It's sweet and creamy and it tastes like mate. It tastes like home. And when he latches on to Stiles' nipple and sucks out those precious few drops of milk, held by Stiles, the heartbeats of their pups steady beneath Derek's head and Stiles's own heartbeat just below Derek's mouth, he can't help but want to feel fullBut ( ... )
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Derek sits down on the bed with a grunt, still full from the countless slices of thick, chunky chicken pot pie Stiles had gotten him to eat for dinner (he's stopped keeping track of numbers--Stiles hasn't, of course, Derek knows that there's a spreadsheet on his computer with servings and calories and inches and pounds--but for Derek, all that really matters is when Stiles says he's had enough, says he's big enough, heavy enough). In the beginning of all this, he could pack down plate after plate until he had to unbutton his jeans to make room for his belly, and then only an hour or two later be completely back to normal. Now, though, it's like his werewolf metabolism is finally giving up under the insane crush of food it's been digesting for the last month. Now, it's been three hours since dinner and Derek still feels heavy and swollen with food ( ... )
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Derek is overwhelmed from the first taste. It's like an explosion in his mouth, a creamy, thick, warm explosion that he can't swallow fast enough because it's Stiles'. He licks and sucks, desperate for more, barely remembering not to use his teeth, and greedily drinks down the stream of milk that flows into his mouth. It comes steadily out, and he swallows, swallows, swallows. The taste is incredible. And Stiles is holding him, steadying him, providing for him--
He shifts, seeking more, and the sudden sharp ache of his full belly only has him sucking harder, wanting to be round and bursting with Stiles' milk. He wonders if he could lay on his back next time, rest his head atop Stiles' belly and let Stiles cradle his head as he drinks, like a pup. He wonders how this will be different when Stiles is bigger ( ... )
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I dunno if you want to put this in the fills as a WIP? I guess it doesn't have a title. Um.
Good to the Last Drop
The Milky Way
Cream of the Crop
Honey, Suckle
???
I'm a fan of puns. Obviously. sdlucly, have you got any ideas?
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Snow Patrol, It's beginning to get to me?
Uhh!! Set down your glass? It kinda alludes to milk, so it's kinda like a pun??? *bounces*
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(I tried searching through my iTunes for similar song-puns, but all I've got is Drink Up Me Hearties. So. Unless you think of something else, that sounds great!)
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