#proud milker

[loser-user-girl]

I think about Holland 1945 a lot

Pretty long post under the cut

The only girl I've ever loved

Was born with roses in her eyes

This is a great opening for the song, and as can be seen by the rest of the album, it's referencing Anne Frank. What he means by roses in her eyes is innocence, I think. Like viewing the wor d through rose colored glasses, she sees it innocently.

But then they buried her alive

One evening, 1945

With just her sister at her side

This really seals the point that it's Anne Frank. "Burying alive" in this sense is talking about how the holocaust came so quickly and took away so much. She had "died" as soon as the holocaust started, many people had, because of lost opportunity. The sister verse is talking about how Anne and her sister Margot lived together in the Bergen-Belsen camp.

And only weeks before the guns

All came and rained on everyone

This talks about when they actually died, in 1945. Only weeks is talking about how close the holocaust was to ending when they died.

Now she's a little boy in Spain

Playing pianos filled with flames

This line is about reincarnation, saying after her death she became someone else. I think the little boy in Spain is referencing Pepito Arriola, a piano prodigy. That makes it line up with the piano line. Arriola was also seen as a reincarnation of talent, and music, which explains why he's a prodigy.

On empty rings around the sun

All sing to say my dream has come

I never figured out what the second verse of this means, but im pretty sure empty rings around the sun is about hopelessness during the holocaust, and with every year or birthday (ring around the sun??) There was not much hope.

But now we must pick up every piece

Of the life we used to love

Just to keep ourselves

At least enough to carry on

This is again about reincarnation, but I think its relates to a later point in the song where he talks about his friend that committed suicide. How he just kind of needs to move on I guess? But not really, he's just trying to remember their lives so that he can live a happy life

And now we ride this circus wheel

Wheel!!! Reincarnation, again I think. The cycle of life of Anne Frank, like earlier in the song

With your dark brother wrapped in white

Says it was good to be alive

But now he rides a comet's flame

And won't be coming back again

Ok ok this is the part I was talking about about his friends suicide. He's riding a comets flame, knowing it'll crash and kill him. And obviously he won't be coming back from the dead. The dressed in white part is i think talking about how angels are dressed. This verse really always gets me sad

The Earth looks better from a star

That's right above from where you are

This is bringing it back to the holocaust. From space, you cant see the terrors of the world, I think that's what this is talking about. How from far away, the tragedies of the holocaust and humanity are unseen, even if you look straight in their direction.

He didn't mean to make you cry

With sparks that ring and bullets fly

Maybe this is about God possibly? Like asking God why the world is so terrible. Especially during the holocaust, which makes sense with the second verse of this. The warfare and belligerence is definitely enough to make someone cry.

On empty rings around your heart

The world just screams and falls apart

I dunno what the first line means, maybe about how much being in hiding or living through war hollows out a person. War is hell

But now we must pick up every piece

Of the life we used to love

Just to keep ourselves

At least enough to carry on

Just da chorus again

And here's where your mother sleeps

And here is the room where your brothers were born

Indentions in the sheets

Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore

I hate to admit i really don't understand these verses well. I just thought they were talking about the deaths during the holocaust, especially of children, how their lives were taken from them so quickly

And it's so sad to see the world agree

That they'd rather see their faces filled with flies

All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes

Ok so this is definitely about the holocaust. How Jews were seen as less, and that somehow gave reason for killing so many of them. The white roses part does also mean innocence, like in the beginning of the song, but we can also see it as referencing The White Rose during the holocaust. They were a group of non violent resistance fighters who were anti-nazi.

That's about it for the song I guess?? Listen to it

[min-xie]

help i cant stop drawing fem neuvillette

[gingerswagfreckles]

Yeah I give up. I know this is a big joke to everyone but handing over your sensitive information to a foreign hostile government that dissappears thousands of their own citizens a year is not the big haha epic leftist win you think it is. I keep thinking I'm incapable of being shocked anymore and then this unbelievably brain dead generation proves me wrong over and over again. The Chinese government is not your friend and this shit about how "haha they can steal all the data they want if they keep showing me these gay mommy milkers" is just unbelievable holy shit how stupid are you people?? The CCP executed over 3k people in 2024 according to Amnesty international. They are currently occupying Hong Kong, unlitaterally ended the legality of a functional democracy there, and have arrested hundred of activists in the past year alone. They have been threatening to invade Taiwan and impose the same authoritarianism there for years, and have been occupying Tibet since the fucking 1950s. The CCP is currently committing a GENOCIDE against the Uyghur Muslim minority, something I KNOW you guys have heard about, but I guess that doesn't matter anymore since getting Le Epic Win meme moments against the US government by sharing your data with those committing the genocide is more important??

Holy shit. Holy shit! Are you people actually out of your goddamn minds? How can any of you call yourself leftist progressive anti imperial prison abolitionist advocates blah blah blah are you effing kidding me? The left has permanently turned a corner that I seriously don't think we can come back from. Actually advocating for human rights has been completely abandoned in favor of stanning actual literal totalitarian dictatorships to look cool and radical online, regardless of any reality on the ground. You are all literally enthusiastically throwing away decades upon decades of advocacy done by REAL human rights advocates, for a fucking meme. I am not even kidding anymore I am virulently disgusted by most of the people on this fucking backwards pro fascist website. You people are not communist intellectuals you are brain dead algorithm addicted ignorant children who are so overly confident and proud about your ignorance that you are actively bringing about worse and worse realities for people who ACTUALLY have to live under the oppression you so desperately want to pretend that you face.

[alternate-real-ities]

Change me from lean muscle to bulky muscular features based on various regions such as Latino,black,etc

Quick to the point, huh. Well, let me see what I can find that satisfies your bulking needs. :)

First stop, a reality where you've been blessed with African blood:

In this world, your toned physique has taken on rich, dark hues and a powerful, chiseled form reminiscent of an Adonis from the motherland. Every muscle is a work of art, etched into your skin like the lines of a master sculptor's finest creation.

As a part-time model in this alternate reality, you're no stranger to the spotlight. With each confident stride, every flex of your huge biceps or bounce of your pecs, you exude an aura of raw masculinity that leaves men weak in the knees and women aching with desire.

Here's another angle to appreciate your sculpted glory. That bulge isn't going to take care of itself. Lucky for you, what ain't missing is the amount of twinks that beg to touch your body every day on insta. Perhaps you'll tell one of them to come meet you and show him your real African heritage. :)

Now, let's move on to another realm where your muscular build takes on a distinctly Asian flair...

In this alternate universe, your physique has taken on a sturdy, softer form - not exactly lean muscle, but built for power and endurance like a well-oiled machine. You're no ordinary man here; you're an elite sumo wrestler, renowned across Japan for your brute strength and unstoppable force in the ring.

Just look at those round pecs. Your huge body is full from consuming copious amounts of chankonabe to fuel your training sessions! And don't even get me started on those tree trunk thighs - built for crushing opponents into submission. When you're not busy defeating rivals or preparing for the next tournament, which lucky fan will be tempted for a private demonstration of sumo moves? Maybe one brave soul will even try to squeeze into your loincloth…

Last but certainly not least, let's saddle up and gallop into a reality where your Hispanic heritage has given birth to an unforgettable stud of a man.

In this reality, you're a proud Latino stud born and raised in the heartland of America - a rugged cowboy at heart with a soft spot for the boys back home. Your muscular physique boasts a perfect balance of hard work and natural charm, from your broad shoulders to your chiseled abs and tree-trunk thighs.

In the heart of the Midwest, you own and operate a popular cowboy-themed bar, where patrons come not just for drinks but to catch a glimpse of the hunky Latino owner who likes to don a cowboy hat and vest. Your muscular frame is more defined than in the previous reality, with broad shoulders and huge daddy milkers that get all your patrons drooling for some action.

But it's not just your body that turns heads - when you're dolled up in cowboy duds at your popular nightspot, every detail screams pure machismo. Just imagine strolling through the bar, hips swaying to the rhythm, as thirsty gringos and Latino cuties alike can't help but drool over your irresistible charm. Who knows how many eager bottoms you'll have riding your horse tonight? Better saddle up and prepare for a wild ride. :)

I guess this is it. I really liked your latino version, maybe someday we'll be able to pay him a visit. 😏

[wifeyoozi]

Members reactions to you asking if u can suck on their tiddies 😏

!! MDNI !!

ot13 seventeen: asking to suck their tits

seungcheol : definately mishears you, shrugs and mumbled an okay before pulling your shirt up and sucking your tits instead.

jeonghan : raises an eyebrow with that evil smirk of his. So cocky about it. Teases you infinitely before allowing you.

Joshua : red and confused asf "my w-what?"

Junhui : girl if you aren't always sucking his tits what even are you doing with him anyway- doesn't expects you to do anything else.

hoshi : on the outside, so nonchalant about it. "sure go ahead." Will lift his shirt himself to give you the access. Tho internally he's literally screaming

Wonwoo : sceptical about it at first but secretly ends up loving it. Wants it to happen more often but too shy and proud to ask for himself.

Woozi : girl he ain't building his boobs like that for you to not do anything with them. Go and get em milkers and suck em till you're full.

Minghao : flustered and literally cannot make out if you said it as a joke or were you serious. Will say sure in a half joking manner and will end up a moaning mess by the end of it as you play with em nips.

Mingyu : like woozi, he ain't growing them pecs to play around. They are all yours. Don't bother even asking just jump in them and he won't even say anything just let you devour them tits

Seokmin : red asf. Didn't know this was an option. But he's glad it is. Nervously agrees and literally loves the experience so much

Seungkwan : sus about it. Half expecting a prankcam to jump out as soon as he let's his perverted side out and agrees. Side eyes you. Will let you pull up his shirt and get your mouth over his little tits anyway you want.

Vernon : I think he has seen enough porn to know well about it and has wanted it for a while but never asked you. So when you asked him for it, he was ready for it with his whole life.

Chan : flustered at you calling them "tiddies" lol. But pretends to be so cool about it and of course let's you have your way with him. He may or may not cum untouched with a good enough nipple stimulation just saying.

[tim-ee-sis]

I’m almost 180# and proud of my progress 🥰 I’ve lost some definition, sure, but you better watch out for my springtime mommy milkers!

[dhampling]

one more fem!reader, 2.9k

“You are truly selfless, Astarion. Ilmater in the flesh.”  He rocks her slightly. Kisses her small head. “Don’t listen to your mother, darling. If you’re alone in your perfection you’ll be fighting off every eligible hand in Faerûn when you’re bigger. Wouldn’t want that burden solely on you now, would we?” - Your home is quaint. Astarion continues to insist it isn’t busy enough. astarion x fem!reader word count: 2.9k a/n: this is VERY FLUFFY and VERY SMUTTY. VERY, VERY SMUTTY. ALSO VERY FLUFFY. breedy stuff, graphic descriptions, milkers, basically filth. read parts one, two, and three respectively but can probably be read alone. afab reader.

Your home is quaint. Astarion continues to insist it isn’t busy enough. 

Not enough chaos, he argues; sipping from a glass as a king may a chalice, ruminating, swilling; tipping his head from side to side in measured consideration, often with youngling in one arm as you talk late into the early hours. Incense clouds you in a rich haze of ashy whirls. 

How perfect would it be if we could both hold one? Or even two in tandem?

“Just think. If we continue now, they’ll all have left sooner. More time for us.” He reasons with an airy gesture, a satisfied smile. 

You hum

“If we’re arguing along those lines then there’s certainly a case to be made for no more now, don’t you think?” You whisper, running a finger down the infant’s cheek as he holds her.

Astarion sighs. Looks down at the small gurgling thing in the crook of his arm with a quiet grin, too lovestruck to have any real belief in your rebuttal.

You sit in a huddle on the lounger, blankets swallowing the three of you. He keeps her close while you work inroads into a book you’ve been meaning to read since before she was born. The open shutters across the room give a perfect view of the speckled night sky. 

He’s genuinely proud. Smiles like an idiot. Often forgets the frightfully draining toll that your pregnancy and her subsequent birth took on you when he waxes lyrical to his patriars about his plans to expand the brood as soon as possible. The women tend to look straight your way with a relatable pity. 

On occasion he even has the tendency to talk like he had a real part in any aspect of her nine month gestation beyond conception, which you’ll remind him fast with a sharp elbow that he certainly did not.

He’s an idiot. A beautiful one, but an idiot nonetheless.

“But look at her! She’s perfect. Absolutely perfect. We can’t simply deny the world more of this. It’d be criminal. ’

He turns and presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

‘I’m past that now, obviously; so I do feel my bare minimum, most humble contribution to society can be in the spreading of our perfect genetics throughout the whole of Toril.”

His hand lifts as if in visualisation. You paw it back down, eyes returned to the pages.

“You are truly selfless, Astarion. Ilmater in the flesh.” 

He rocks her slightly. Kisses her small head.

“Don’t listen to your mother, darling. If you’re alone in your perfection you’ll be fighting off every eligible hand in Faerûn when you’re bigger. Wouldn’t want that burden solely on you now, would we?”

You scoff with a smile.

“That’s if any of them are able to get remotely close with you lurking about, love.”

He grimaces in good humour and tilts his head once more. Clicks his tongue.

“We’ll cross that barrier when we come to it, I’m sure.’

Gently he shuffles even closer to you, leaning to smatter your candle-warm face in a surprise flutter of giddy kisses. Eyes soft, unhindered. 

This may just be the most gooey you’ve ever seen him.

‘You are right, though. I am missing the gory beauty in a good pile of viscera. I don’t necessarily see that fading in the coming decades.”

“I am always right.”

Astarion brushes a wayward hair down by your ear and gives one last kiss.

“That you are, my dear. Always.”

-

His sentiment rattles in your head for a while. Sitting in the shop with babe in arm, balancing the books while he trances back home, you find yourself driven to wreck by the unholiest visions of him.

Burning heat. Underclothes missing. 

Fingers ghost the burgeoning swell under your immaculate dress skirt. 

Molten hot, sticky linen; keening desperately into the palm of his hand as you lean over the counter. 

Fraught.

A veritable army of his children born from you. 

There’s a charm in the way he pleads his case to you. You’re not one to deny him when he finds his joys - gods know he’s endured enough of that during his life - and you know all too well you bartered on the idea of three that first night. 

You think long back to the night you met out in the wilderness. 

How scared he must’ve been in retrospect; how haughty he came across. The rake. The rogue. How you’d slept with a knife strapped to your garter because you simply couldn’t get a grasp on his energy, what he wanted from the tadpole.

Astarion. Now every part the housecat.

You weigh the pros and cons in your mind. 

Admittedly, the cons list is large.

You dislike delving into your own complications regarding the birth of the dhampling now sleeping soundly in your arms because for the most part, they feel trivial. Moot. So many beings across the realms rear young every single day. 

However, you remember refusing to let yourself forget the sheer scalding pain many do. 

The days of fraught groaning in that dark sweaty chamber. The awful, awful hunger. Blood.

The paranoia over any possible gaps in the heavy shutters. Asking Astarion to step in front of the window time and time over to check for the smallest of notches or splits, the hysterical fear of the sun coming into contact with the infant. Both breaking into tears from sheer exhaustion and heightened tension more times than you can recall.

The blood from your womb. Rancid. He later assured that if anything it was a genuinely indulgent smell; but to you it smelled of rot. Decay. White sheets covered in brown spidery spatters.

Then the relief. Unbridled. Wailing and wailing and wailing.

A part of you enjoys it. He knows you do. The quiet dominance carrying his child implies; the lifelong commitment it ensures. 

And her.

The love of your life. Small and warm and breathing yet coloured with the pallid tones of her father. Reddened eyes, pointed ears. When she latches you now feel the sharp pins of burgeoning fangs. 

He gave her to you. He gave you a life of normalcy; where the prospect of a future is real, as opposed to a far-flung hope shared over a bottle of cheap ale. Devastatingly beautiful, life-ruiningly stupid; and all yours. You had to teach him how to use a kettle, for Lathander’s sake. You still want him to fuck you, even after that.

But you love him. Ridiculous as it is, that love is more than enough. More than you ever hoped your lot in life to be.

If he wants you to give him babies, he can have babies. You want babies, but only if they are, indeed, his.

You sigh with a content resolve. Though life is long, these moments feel shorter and shorter. 

Your home together will never see hazy stasis again.

-

The moment dusk begins to blossom you head home in new rain. 

You whip through the door after balancing the close of your parasol with the carrier, satchel forgotten in the entryway and shoes quickly slipped under the bench. The wind outside whips furiously against the shutters and the unending downpour of rain threatens to encroach on your worn terracotta tile. 

You carry the youngling carefully up the stairs as Astarion calls after you and place her in the cot, planting a firm kiss on her head and watching for a few moments until she settles. 

He’s still sat whining in the den when you descend and turn the corner. 

Glasses balanced on his nose, cross legged and covered in patchwork throws. Book balanced on one leg. 

“What have you done to her? Why can’t I see her-’

You flit to him and close the book while he continues to protest loudly, placing it onto the carpet and sitting snugly in his lap. Legs astride his thighs, calves wrapping around his waist. Glasses placed on the sill.

‘What have you done?! Answer me woman!” He shrieks as you laugh, bringing his hands to your own waist and holding you tight. Shaking you up and down on his thighs like a bottle of Soldier’s Champagne. Eyes wide as yours in fresh glee. 

“I love you. I love you.” You murmur through giggles, pressing your forehead to his. He laughs loudly.

“I love you too! But where is my daughter?!” He is taken aback in the most pleasant of ways - mouth wide in a clueless grin, brows furrowed. Puzzled.

You still in a wide smile.

“You saw me take her upstairs! She’s fine! Idiot!”

“Okay! Brilliant! Why-’

He gestures up and down at your bubbling form.

‘Why this!?”

You lean into him once more - not missing the way his eyes blow out when looking at your joyous lips - and bring him straight by the lapels before pulling him in for the deepest kiss you can give. Hungry, jubilant; life-worn and yet happy. So incredibly happy.

“What in the hells is going on?!” He laughs into your mouth between the little kisses you press to his lips in quick succession, cupping his face in your hands then wrapping your arms over his shoulders.

“Another one. Let’s do it.”

It takes him a few moments of blankly staring with the same wide smile plastering his face. 

“What?”

“Another little child thing. With you. With me. Ours. Yes?”

It almost looks as if Astarion is going to crumble under the weight of your words. 

The same stupid smile, unchanged. Eyes on the precipice of an incredibly serious emotion entirely dependent on your next words.

“Really?”

“No.”

“What?”

You shake your head and laugh. 

“Of course really. Really really.”

Every single part of him switches alight. He bounces you in his lap once more and you see it in him. The joy. The plan coming to fruition. His stupidly reverent love for you and the dhampling asleep upstairs, the many ways in which he wants to see just how full the heart can grow with each one.

“Really really really?” 

His voice drops to a low whisper. The honey tone. Dulcet and laced with ribbons of clandestine hope.

You roll your eyes fondly. 

“Really really, really, really.” 

-

Shirts delicately washed ruffle by intricate ruffle hanging beside the wood stove in the glass-room. Hands fresh of suds. Towel dried, oat balm. The faintest whiff of Noblestalk.

You smile knowingly.

“She’s asleep?” 

You whisper a whine; crawling forward on the counter with your elbows, panting, intuitively angling at where you anticipate him once he sees you. 

“Not for long, I-’

Astarion’s voice spasms on seeing the subtle shake of your hips. The reverberation of your ass. 

‘I think.”

A growl. 

“Quick. Now.” 

He bunches your skirt at your waist by the hem and loosens the soft ties of his night trousers. Presses his newly freed cock flush against the pillow of your ass and reaches around your front to run icy fingers down the centre of your already keen wetness. A fire tool, a glacier, the hiss-relief of his incendiary touch as his hips curl up into your core.

“Bend over. Keep that skirt up.”

Your underclothes are tugged unceremoniously to the floor as he kneels, lifted leg-by-leg from you and shimmied aside. Lifts his perfect head under the front of your houseskirt and his nose unexpectedly pressures your clit, his forehead resting into the flesh of your pubic bone as he licks a wanton stripe along your sex. Affixes his lips around your sodden hole and indulges himself in tongue fucking you for a brief minute, savouring ever drop of your lust-hazed salt. Your back arches and you wish for not a single thing than to suffocate him between your burning thighs as he gives you the most immense pleasure with that infamous mouth.

Not now. He would probably cry. 

Wasted opportunity.

Wasted opportunity to fuck you full of his cum. 

Every chance you’re fertile is one he wants his cock filling you to the very hilt, rocking shallowly against the very barrier of your cervix just so he can be sure every last drop carries, to impregnate you once more.

His hand - pooling with your free-given spittle - strokes his aching prick with learned urgency as he takes his fill from your soak into his waiting mouth.

“Fuck me. Please, fuck me.” You stutter as you buck your hips, fucking yourself on his tongue.

He has the nerve to laugh, soundwaves resonating deep within the attraction of your heated core. 

Shifts to take your clit between his lips and suckles, rolling over the bunch of engorged nerves with a thoroughly debauched tongue.

“Go on. Beg for it.” He speaks barely above a whisper, gravelly in intonation. 

You can’t see his face but you just know his eyes are heavy-lidded in the anticipatory pleasure of hearing it.

Hearing that you want him to fuck you like a bitch in heat.

That you need him to pump his swollen head to white-hot relief between your spongy soaked walls; to smatter your cunt with his cum, to make you round by his doing once more. 

“All the prespill you’re wasting in your hand could have had it, you know.’

You whisper quietly, knowing you don’t want the youngling asleep in her room to wake. You’re seething with pure lust.

‘Could’ve had the fertile seed. The one to give us life again.”

He growls, leaving his latch on your clit with one last long lick before standing and moving flush to your ass once more. He smacks the plump flesh as quietly as he can muster.

“Say that again and I’ll have to fuck you with my fingers first next time. Make sure we don’t miss anything.” He hisses. 

You stifle a wanton laugh.

“Don’t threaten me with a- ah!”

He bobs at the entrance to your cunt, soaking his own weeping slit.

Astarion doesn’t waste time with ceremony as he takes your eager cunt in one fell swoop; cock bruising your insides in an agonisingly beautiful burn. His moans are shaky with sheer pleasure. Every one of your nerves are set alight as he stills for a moment at the hilt. 

You’re almost sure if you moved even an inch now while he adjusts he’d ejaculate there and then. 

“Say it.” He whispers, leaning over you as you arch over the counter. His hand moves to your belly and presses the skin over his cock hard. 

The searing feeling of every single inch of him. The ghost of a whimper. Your eyes roll into your skull.

At any other time you’d joke.

But you - at the very hottest moment of your heat cycle - picture nothing aside from the leaking red slit of his cock currently rubbing in the slightest of ruts at the tip of your cervix, leaking prespill into your hungry womb like glacial water at the height of midsun.

Your walls tighten around him as he presses even harder into the spot just below your tummy.

“Take me.”

He snaps.

Pulling back to secure either side of your waist in both hands, he starts rutting furiously into you over and over, shallow wet glubs, hellbent lust evident in the cream ring crowning your waiting hole. The crease by his brow as his face crumples in desperation time and time again. 

His fixation on your point of connection is unbreakable, watching the bounce of his cock as he fucks it into you; each twinge potentially giving the leakage that gives you it. The thing he desires most.

Another baby. 

You’re cresting on the edge as it is. Between your duties to your young daughter, your own intellectual pursuits, and Astarion’s tailor shop; it’s been far too long since you’ve copulated as frantically, as desperately as you are now. Every pump inside you is another closer to glory and your fingers work your clit with the joyous fervour of a newly anointed priest. 

He continues to fuck you against the counter.

The press of your heavy tits against the solid wood, the pebbling of milk-sodden nipples through your thin nursing blouse giving the dark oak a parallel run of glossy streaks with each of his thrusts. 

Fucking hells.

Another one. Another dhampir. Mother of two, his again and again. Three become four. You will it to be as you watch the milky swirls on the counter. 

You’ll be bursting with him once more. The sheer ruin.

The white hot glare of your orgasm comes thick and fast, and it takes everything in you not to shriek in sheer pleasure. 

He sags. 

Stutters. 

Groans silently, aching cock kicking violently against your walls as he releases through the clench of your own spasms. Ropes upon ropes of cum plugged deep at the entrance to your cervix with the engorged head of his prick. 

You roll your hips to aid him through his release, rocking a little back and forth to ensure the pointed tip spears every bit of his seed where necessary.

It takes a few moments for the white-blind to subside, for the beleaguered groans to give way to sloppy, soft kisses down your shoulder blades.

He stays until you hear the sound of stirring upstairs, lifting a hand to ensure you’re hearing correctly.

“I’ll go. Lie down, hips up?” 

You laugh.

“Got it. Glad to see the doting in full effect so soon.”

One last kiss on the stretch of your neck. Thoughtful. Quiet. He holds you like he never wants to let go.

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

[goldenshornyjail]

Blake: (completely naked) Sunflower, what do you want to eat?

Yang: (jaw drop) Titties...

Blake: Excuse you?

Yang: I'm sorry! What was the question?

Blake: I asked you what you wanted to e-

Yang: Titties! Dammit!

Blake: Yang, I'm serious. What do you want to eat?

Yang: The five course meal standing right in front of me!

Blake: Yang!

Yang: I want to drown in the milkers before stuffing my face deep into that peach pie!

Blake: YANG!!!

Yang: Come here! Daddy's hungry!

-The Next Day Bonus-

Ilia: Are you proud of yourself?

Blake: (still sexed over from the day before) Oh, I could not be more proud of myself. You should try that with Weiss.

[undead-merman]

This was a Patreon request from Usotsu: “I remembered you once wrote about Bullboy Kylar and a vet pc, may I request a continuation to that, if that's ok? Maybe with the pc having to keep him without much of a choice since Kylar isn't being productive anymore and he also has become violent towards everyone in his farm but it's just a little calmer with pc's presence? Bonus points if pc brings Kylar to Alex's farm and everything gets even worse, lmao. I don't mind if it's goes more towards SFW or NSFW. Thanks in advance.”

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Bullboy Kaylar Moving to Alex’s farm with Vet GN-Reader SFW & NSFW

Taking him off Remy’s hands

It was during your last visit did you hear Remy tell you that they were looking to re-home Kylar. It was too much work and he wasn’t providing enough to stay on the farm. He was running a business, not a charity. Not to mention the little shit had caused a handful of injuries that had some farmhands in the hospital for goring.

You felt bad for the little guy. Constantly nursing some kind of injury, and the farmers were never gentle with him. Harsh and somewhat cruel, you couldn’t just let him leave. You talked with Alex, and they agreed. They were looking for another bull and even if he didn’t give milk he would be cared for at this farm and give the little guy the life he deserves. 

There was a heavy tension between Remy and Alex and you knew that just moving Kylar wasn’t as simple as asking. You had to strike a deal. You had to do some things you weren’t proud of and you would have had to do worse if you weren’t their vet. 

But that day game where Alex grabbed a trailer for him and when he ran into your arms and took him outside of the fence Kylar’s eyes when wide with wonder. His face just right now was worth the trouble you went through. 

You had to sit with him in the trailer he kicked and panicked otherwise. He held onto you so hard, not understanding you were taking him to have a much better life. He was trembling against you, and you certainly noticed his cock poking against you even with how high stress this was. Kylar would be Kylar even when stressed. Your touch did help calm him down a bit. 

You and Alex lead him to the pen for him, lined with extra soft bedding. Kylar was blown away by it and fell asleep almost instantly. Both you and Alex couldn’t help but smile at his sleeping face. It was heartwarming and Alex ruffled your hair and made a nice dinner for the both of you that night. A little bit of both of your favorites.       

Adjusting To The Move

Kylar was shy and meek at first. Only really perking up when you were around and with you appearing every day his mood improved faster than you were expecting. His blood pressure was at an all-time low and he was gaining weight.

He did have that habit of humping you when you did medical checkups on him and they looked painful sometimes. All flushed and painfully hard with precum almost gushing from his slit.

The stones in his hooves gradually got less and he was careful with the bandages. He has gotten a little glow to him, looking so much healthier in this new environment. 

When you finally introduced him to the fields he still seemed rather happy despite it being a smaller plot of land. Though he didn’t seem to get along with any of the others. A little bit of a loner, though you hoped that would change.

After a month or so he finally seemed ready to produce and as both you and Alex stood there attaching the milkers Kylar didn’t take his eyes off you. Mooing and trying to fuck the machine. Even with his smaller testicles and prior neglect, he spewed so much. Even Alex was impressed that this little guy could make so much. He compared to your finest and biggest girl.        

The Quirks Of The Bull

He grew slightly more comfortable around the farm and while he was still a loner, he did always come up to the fence line and wait for you to come out before work. He leaned into the pets you offered and always waited for you to come home. Alex made a joke that he made a little ditch from pacing around the fence waiting for you. 

Kylar did have attachment issues. He was overly possessive of you and would headbutt the other cattle when you did checkups on them or push them over when they were coming to get pet. Though you noticed Kylar always acted pathetic when you or Alex went to scold him. 

Speaking of Alex, he never seemed to like them. Tolerating them was more the word for it. His face would drop when Alex came in and would huff when you and Alex chatted. If you weren’t separated by a face or gate by the time Alex left he’d knock you over and grab your hips to grind his bare cock into your ass. The precum drenches your pants and his cum coats you, even reaching the back of your neck. 

If you did ever end up bottomless around him he’s on your like glue. Mouth right on your genitals and feverishly shoving his face as close to you as he can as he devours you desperately. Drinking every little drop of fluid you secrete. Or if he hadn’t seen you all day his cock was pressing right at your rim, Pushing in without prep. It would always hurt like hell and it was like he was trying to make up for it with gentle licks of his long tongue, though it never helped as he brutally ruined your hole and stuffed you so full of cum your stomach bloated and it gushed when he popped himself out. 

Should you have ever let him do it willingly, he was gentle. Hands shaking as he held your hips as his cock slipped into you. Both of you are grateful for the lube you used beforehand. His fingers fumbling on your tummy and trying to find his cock inside you and every time he found it he pressed down and mooed so happily. 

He was one to pass out right after cumming so if he ended up catching you bare you were able to squeeze by him without a fuss. 

Alex did seem to like him even if he was a troublemaker. He made some profitable milk. Alex often talked about finding him a nice breeding partner. If only Alex knew.

[loser-user-girl]

NOW YOUR EYES AINT MOVIN NOW, THEY JUST LAY THERE IN THEIR CLIMB

[rreskk]

His favourite

TW: Mentions of sex. Teasing. Trevor being horny. Summary: You’re Trevor’s favourite employee but he won’t tell you why.

You worked as a bartender during the weekends at the downtown ‘Vanilla Unicorn’ strip club. The extra cash was needed but you have to deal with drunk men who talk sickly about women with ‘big milkers’ and ‘tight pussies’.

Ever since the original owner disappeared, the replacement only made the place 10x worse. His shallow, deep eyes and twisted smirk that exotically talks to his ‘employees’ (Your co-workers that happen to be strippers) after spending the night with them. His name was Trevor, and he is a total manwhore.

No matter how hard you attempted to avoid conversation, he always appears out of the blues and always by your side. Every single day since he owned this club, he somehow manages to bring home one of the ladies who work here. Every week you come here and hear them talking about how much of a ‘sexy stud’ he is.

You were thankful you only work here 2 times a week, or you’d end up losing your mind. However, the weekends are always the worse when it comes to serving people and dealing with eternal bullshit.

Tonight it was only worse as one man came in and ordered a table for his 15 group of friends. Loud, rowdy, horny, and drunk out of their goddamn mind.

The host of the committee stumbled forward and leaned against the table dividing both of you, slurring against his will.

“C-Can we hire your… HAHA!” He dribbled uncontrollably before resuming his attempt of the English language, “Can me ‘nd the boys hire your fat ASS! For me back home?”

You blinked for a few minutes hoping he was mistaking you for someone else. But he wasn’t.

The drunk slid closer to where you stood, basically sprawled out on the counter. “Hire your fat ass? Baby?”

You restrained and limited your vocabulary in case you ‘accidentally’ threaten and insult the idiotic twat in front of you. Staff policies says so. If you had free speech in this place, you’d be coming back home more satisfied and happy.

“This fat ass is not for sale. Go away.” You flapped your hand, urging him to return back to his friends who were snickering at your reaction.

He giggled drunkenly and reached over to touch your hand but you leaped back.

“Not e-even a little touchy?” His voice went childishly high and crackled in between speaking.

You shook your head. “Go touchy your boyfriends instead.”

A cackled erupted beside you and soon a tall man took a bottle of Jack Daniels from your shelves, chugging it with unhuman strength that it held no effect on him.

The rude customer that was previously slurring to you staggered back in disgust, watching the older boss shoot him daggers.

You could only sigh and guess it was Trevor Philips.

“My favourite employee, my wonderful Y/N!”

Yep, it’s Trevor Philips.

He bent forward and fiddled with the cash machine as you slapped his hands away.

“Don’t touch that. Leave it.” You ushered anxiously, thinking he’ll end up breaking it.

Trevor cooed at your nervousness, hand asserting it’s dominance on yours.

“That’s not how you treat your boss, hey?” His tone growing more irritatingly menacing as you grew entitled to his playfulness.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, this time, lowering his tone and giving you serious eyes.

“I’m proud of you though. You dealt with that dickhead well. I would of buried him by now.” Trevor admitted with a genuine chuckle, mouth cracking into a smile as he did.

You returned his conversating mood, growing familiar with his bipolar emotions, deciding to remark before his entire mindset changes.

“You could say that.”

He mumbled under his breath, raising a finger towards you. “No, I’m deadass serious. No one should talk to a pretty lady like that. Especially one of my employees.”

His protectiveness startled you so suddenly. You weren’t sure how to react, feeling your stomach fluster a bit.

“Well, I’m sure this is normalised behaviour in strip clubs now.” You assured with a tint of sarcasm.

“Hm, it’s crazy what tits can do to a man now.” Trevor snorted disgustingly. “Shit, I’m growing hard even thinkin’ about some.”

You clicked your tongue to excuse the awkwardness, making yourself busy by collecting dirty cups and bringing them to the sink that was just behind you and Trevor.

The loud music beamed in your ears, making it hard to hear if he stepped back with you or not. But what answers your question would be the shadow that formed over yours. He was standing right behind you.

“Is everything okay?” You inquired concerningly. Your back was to the wall and your face was inches away from his

He shrugged, “Just spending quality time with my favourite employee.”

A scoff left your lips.

“You say that to every other lady in this place.”

Trevor glanced up in consideration before silently agreeing with you. That didn’t stop him from invading your personal space, head tilting to gaze into your eyes clearer.

“I’m telling the truth. You are my favourite, and I say that without fucking or kissing you.” He whispered. “You do some bad things to me, Y/N.”

Trevor took a few steps back, laughing at whatever he found funny, leaving you in the bar alone, flustered… And shamefully horny.

[pinkblondie]

President mommy milkers? Now that's a president I can get behind. 😵‍💫

Ladies, nonbinary pals, and gentlemen, as President mommy milker, I'm committed to creating a nation that stands tall and proud, much like the backbones of our society, small tits, do.

Together, we'll uplift our society like a push-up bra with policies that bring prosperity, education, and healthcare to the forefront. Embracing the strength that comes from unity and from soft hefty breasts. No boobs will go unkissed in my proud nation!

.... I will be waiting for your votes now!

[plaindangan]

kirumi gets drafted as a "assisstant" to kanai's ward detective agency, how does she reacts and what she thinks of the master detectives~? (and yes chap 0 cast survived here)

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

"No need to be so coy with my work. I was hired by the WDO for constant and efficient stress relief. From full body massages for more 'carnal' usages, that is my role here. As for my interactions with the NDA..."

Yakou

"He's a daily occurrence of needing relief given how much the others can 'drive an old man crazy' he said? Usually, he tends to be satisfied with a nice, under the desk handjob. My gloves never feel to squeeze out all that ails him."

Yuma

"Such a cute little thing we have here in the NDA. He may be a detective in training, but he tries so hard that I can't help but see to him as soon as he comes back from his tasks for the day. He really seems to enjoy my, ah, 'milkers' as Miu would put it so I make sure to sleek up my breasts for an efficient 'relief session' with his cock."

Halara

"They are one of the people in the agency that don't tend to really use my services. But, when Halara does, well, I kind of need to charge more to them beyond what the WDO provided. While they don't tend to show it, Halara can get VERY pent-up and needs a, what did they call my butt again? A 'big, jiggly, stress toy' to pound?~ Yes, well, when that happens I'm usually late getting to work the next day."

Desuhiko

"Another one of my daily clients, though not as much trouble as you may think. Sure, he's blatantly perverted, but his type are always the 'twice as hot, twice as fast' deal. I just stick his cock between my thighs, pump for a few minutes and that's really all she wrote for him for the day as he's completely out of it~"

Fubuki

"For Fubuki, she and I have worked out a system of sorts. Whenever Fubuki remember to do her job correctly and neatly, I reward her. In this case, her rewards, is a thorough skin-to-skin oil massage, especially towards her, voluptuous, assets. She's seen quite the vast improvement over weeks because of it!! I'm so proud of her!"

Vivian

"As for Vivian, he doesn't tend to take up my services too often either. When he does need my services, really, it's mostly to get an actual shoulder massage....okay. A shoulder massage, while laying back between my breasts. It eases his depression for a bit and gets him to drift off to sleep peacefully."

Melami

"M-melami...oh! Sorry, it's just, she's also one of my regulars. Although, it feels less of me taking caring of her and more of vice versa. Whenever she's available, she tends to kiss me deeply and I just...I get lost in it. Too much, admittedly, and by the time I realize it, I'm half-naked and finding her nailed hands gripping my-!!! Oh!!! Ah, my deepest apologies! That was...too much..."

Zange

"I think he's the only person in the NDA that actually goes to me for actual massages. It's a nice refresher from my usual day-to-day, and I make sure to get all those knots out of him. Afterwards, he usually treats me to a nice dinner."

Zilch

"Another rarer client, but certainly one of my most memorable. Before you ask, no. Zilch is not into pet play, surprisingly enough. But, that being said, he is quite the dom and loves to throw that cock deep within my hindquarters~"

Aphex

"Aphex is an interesting case. He's also one of my regulars in the NDA. However, in the beginning he was like Desuhiko in that my thighs were usually that were needed to tame him. However, it seems as if he's worked on his stamina since the usual trick doesn't work anymore. I'm impressed...however, when I put my lips to his tip he tends to fall to pieces~ So more room for improvement."

Pucci

"Last, but not, least, dear Pucci. She's in Yuma's camp of being utterly adorable and someone who I just had to see to personally that their needs were met. Of course, usually, she's more reserved than him, but she does have a weakness she loves to see met. She's small, but her bottom is among the largest of the girls here and very sensitive~ Often times, giving her some good spanks is enough to let out all that 'tension' she's feeling~

"Overall, working with the NDA has proved to be a very...interesting experience~"

[onepiece-polls]

Best Man-Tits of One Piece - Round 2 Side B!

Submitters' motivations under the cut.

Motivations for submitting Ace:

Tits so sweet they had to be obliterated to usher in the coming of the pirate king

He always has them out. Never has a shirt on. Honestly idk if he really knows what a shirt is

Alabasta Ace, Marineford Ace, Wano Ace all have different tits because of the art style but all are *Chef kiss*

Hi. So. Ace always has his knockers out meaning that he knows that they are great. They are on display and always look nice in the sunlight. With knockers out like that, I am proud to say that Ace has AMAZING boobies

His tits are fucking perfect, very squeezable, plus he goes around shirtless just so we can ogle him. Even at his execution he was showing the goods and boy they looked great.

Motivations for submitting Whitebeard:

Big Daddy Milkers

Love an old man with his tits out

[benkeibear]

I followed you to heal myself by anime men titties! I didn't come here for actual good advice 😡/j

Your blog is so cute I swear every time you post those kittens I try to suppress the urge to eat them (cuteness aggression kind of way)

Now how about we combine them both so you can cuddle big fat milkers while getting nice words.

Aggression got you? Bite the tiddies.

Sadness got you? Get a hug and cry into the tiddies.

Feeling happy at the words? Marvel up at your lover and bite the tiddies just because you can!!!!

No but all jokes aside I hope you know that you're valued and important. I'm proud of you for being here and giving it your best shot. You got this 🫶

[final-milf-ratchet]

Hi i need to know, bc i saw it in one of the asks you answered.. what do you think about refineries. Roboobies. Robotitties. However you wanna call them.

I'm sorry are you talking about energon refineries? Wells? Mommy milkers? As a proud member of the big ol titty committee myself I fucking LOVE tits, they're so soft and warm and bouncy

Brother is there was a contest for loving boobs I would win everytime