#they see Barbie bc of her

[valeria-garza-enjoyer]

Ok, so I’m thinking some form of a hucow, but instead of her getting helpless almost everyday from the need to be milked it grows and grows and once a month she needs to be put in her place or “grounded” and milked by her super awesome partner who always just happens to be smarter than her.

Poor girlie just keeps on forgetting when that time of the month is! She just can’t seem to remember the first night of the month her sweet sweet parter has to get her onto her hands and knees and put her in her place! She’s so grateful that her parter remembers, she doesn’t even want to think about what would happen if she just started leaking in public..

And that’s just what her partner does!! She’ll never have to think when he’s around! All she has to do is get hooked up to her little pump and get absolutely and completely dominated and bred by her partner. Maybe they go multiple rounds hoping that the more they breed and ground her the more satiated she’ll be. It never works like that, a little cow such as herself is never satisfied from one night!

Or maybe one day they do forget, and little girlie wants to say something but doesn’t know what, but the two of them sure do remember quickly when she starts moaning in the movie theater the next day! She’s squirming in her seat, breasts udders leaking slowly but starting to pick up in speed, and all she wants is to sit on her partners cock and go a few rounds in the back of a movie theater. Her partner, not all too excited about this idea - being quite the recluse in public and only going to the movies because it’s a movie both of them have been waiting for - knows he’ll have to ground her here and let her leak until they get home.

So he moves his precious little mooing mess into his lap and let her grind and grind, almost feeling the wetness of her increasingly loosening pussy on his crotch. The movie is loud, they don’t have to worry about being heard yet. He unzips his pants and pull his cock out, knowing there was a way around this if they had remembered to do this last night.

Little moo moo can’t help herself when she feels her partner get himself out of their jeans, she just has to ride! That’s all good little cow sluts do! The pretty pink dress she wore to see Barbie has a small, almost noticeable wet stain where she’s been pushing herself against her partner.

“Shh shh little miss, we don’t want everyone else knowing we forgot to milk you, now do we?” He asks, knowing the both of them are going to be panting moaning messes in less than five minutes.

He’s never seen this as a task, more as another thing to share interest in with his partner. Neither of them care to do this in public, but they know that if they don’t ground her she’ll be crying from pain soon. And little cows such as herself should never be in pain!

So he slides her semi-ruined panties down and puts them in her matching pink purse (that is, of course, cow print with maybe some sparkles - the two of them saw it when they were out shopping and she just had to have it — “it matches with me! Oh please can you get it for me?” — he could never say no to her, just like right now) and line up with her slick and loose cunt, knowing she’s like a bitch in heat ready to be bred right now. As he slides in they know she’ll be loud (of course she’s loud, he thinks, she’s just a stupid little cow begging to be bred. But she’s been so good, so sweet and obedient lately, they counter, oh fuck it, it’s one time, she’ll just be grateful she’s not in pain after this), but he’s just happy that she’s getting the help she needs. He goes down until it’s skin against skin, the little moo moo whimpering in relief knowing she’s got her boyfriend who will always look out for her. She was thinking, earlier, when it was just a pair of sore udders and not accompanied by a heat and wetness in her cunt, that she was a little sad her partner forgot last night.

But now, sitting on her partners cock, dress shoved up, hair disheveled, udders flowing with milk like a leaky pipe, she only has a few select thoughts repeating in her head: I love my partners cock! Please squeeze my udders! Oh please breed me! Make me a mommy!!! Give me little calves to love! Let me give them the milk they need, be their daddy, cock - udders - milk - babies - cock - cock cock cock cock cock cock!!!!!!

A few people walk in, he has to put a hand over her mouth to keep the delectable whimpers in. He stops moving inside her, knowing it’ll only make her more needy, getting what she wanted and needed only for it to stop. She wiggles around in his lap, getting some sort of friction and heat from doing that - not all of what she got before, but enough for a minute or too.

She wants more!!! It’s so unfair that a cute little moo moo such as herself isn’t getting her udders squeezed and her pussy pounded and her clit teased! That’s what he always does to her, why isn’t he doing it now!!!!!!

But as the new people settle in, he slowly rolls his hips into her, letting her know he knows her pain. All he wants to do is pound her, squeeze her heavy and swollen udders and let her know she’s okay. He lets his hand on her mouth drop to one udder and the other that was on her hips move up to the other. He really doesn’t want to make a large mess, he hates messes (oh but damnit she needs to be milked, and she’s already leaking pretty badly.. What the hell, when they come to clean they’ll think we spilled some piña colada slush or something, she just needs her udders milked now) but she’s so desperate and so cute he just can’t not milk her! So his hands lightly squeeze around, firm and assertive, and starts to squeeze down on her swollen udders.

And oh does she gush! She’s whimpering and squirming in her seat - his lap - and just so so happy she’s finally getting milked! He picks up the pace, increasing from a slow roll to a decently-paced rhythm - thank god for whatever little song was playing in the movie (was it PinkPantheress? He couldn’t care, and for sure she didn’t care - just thank PinkPantheress)

The little gasps from her mouth - an angelic choir to him - get a little louder. He almost wants to start telling her the things he tells her at home when they do this:

“Come on little moo moo, why don’t you talk for me? Use that cute little mouth for something important for once, yeah? Come on, daddy’s close, so so close, I want you to come with me, come with me babygirl, come moo for me, tell me how much you love it!”

And Maybe he does, maybe it’s a condensed version of what he normally says, something like “come on babygirl, moo for daddy, let the entire goddamn theater know your getting milked of everything you are, come on little moo moo”

And does she start mooing, maybe a little louder than she should? Yes, she’s mooing a goddam cow in heat - exactly what she is in the moment and exactly how the entire movie theater sees her. She’s almost bouncing on his cock, begging him to finish milking her udders and begging for him to spill his milk in her. Give her the calves she so desperately wants.

Although she isn’t done being milked, he knows that she’ll finish leaking in no time, and so he moves his hands to the underside of her thighs - soft and delicious (if they were at home he would’ve marked up her neck and thighs, letting her and the world know she belongs to them - she’s just a little breeding toy that begs to be milked and begs to be played with), plump with how well he takes care of her. He gets a firm grip and moves her thighs inward, locking her in what is almost a mating press (If only I could just get on top of her, he thinks, but whatever, she’s satisfied). She squeals in just an octave higher than normal, and the second that squeal leaves her mouth he knows that the two of them are probably caught. But at this point he doesn’t care, he just wants to breed his pretty little heifer.

He picks up the pace, pounding into her. They just need to finish and leave - if they leave her without a solid finish, god knows what hell he’d have to put up with on the car-ride home. He’s close anyway, both of them are, he feels himself losing control and he can feel her squeezing around his cock tighter than before. She’s close, she’s so close, she just needs a hand on her clit and a hand on an udder and she’ll be screaming like an opera singer. And maybe he does just that, move a hand to fondle her empty udders and the other to play with her swollen, neglected, and abused clit.

And to him, she sounds better than any opera, any orchestra, any piece of music ever made.

She’s squealing like a pig (ironic for a little cow, he thinks) and leaking from her udders and gushing slick everywhere. She hasn’t had a good thought in a while, maybe that’s a good thing - she doesn’t have to deal with the people whispering about her. All she wanted was to see Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling today, and she got that and her brains fucked out - literally and figuratively - so if she has any thoughts, they’re all about her and her udders and they’re finally empty and her cunt is so warm for her partner and her thighs are so soft and she’s gonna be a mommy cow in a few months and her milk will be finally put to use and and and-

Her little thoughts are cut off when she feels him emptying his balls in her, she squeals a little louder at the feeling of being full.

“Oh, oh babe!” Is the first thing that comes out of her mouth that’s coherent - it’s the easiest thing for her. He smirks, head in the crook of her neck, panting loudly into her ear, letting her know he enjoys this as much as she does - he gets as much pleasure out of this as she does.

“… Sorry for not milking you last night, hun” is the only response she gets, along with a few kisses to the neck. She relaxes back for a minute, letting a few things settle in (her breath, for one, and the cum in her second, and maybe, just maybe, an actual thought or two that isn’t about her udders?). After a second or two she whispers to him.

“Can, can we uhhh, like, go home?”

“You don’t wanna finish the movie pretty girl?”

“I just wanna go home and curl uppppp please? Please daddy?”

And he can’t say no when she calls him daddy or uses those doe eyes of hers. The only thing really hindering them is the cock in her cunt and the mess around them.

So he pulls out, much to her dismay, and she’s left to watch his cum slowly seep out of her. She lifts a finger to stuff it back in, knowing she has no way of keeping her partner in her.

He cleans up as best he can - in this case, he helps her put her panties back on, smoothen her hair out, and readjust her pretty pink little dress. The heels she chose to wear (pink stilettos with glitter of course!) are not helping her at all - she looks like a newborn calf (what she hopes to have a few months time, the two of them think). He wraps an arm around her and the two hobble on out, ignoring the stares they get in the process.

In broad daylight, the dress is almost ruined. Wet stains from when she was grinding against their thigh, wet trails down the front, a small sweat stain in the middle of the back. God, how was she gonna fix her dress?

That’s a thought for future her, obviously. Or her boyfriend.

And as they got into the car and drove off, all she could think of was him - his hands, his hair, his body, how nice he was to her, how he went out of his way to get flowers at least once a month, god she loved him.

And maybe, next month or month or two later she notices her period doesn’t come, and maybe her udders aren’t as swollen and she doesn’t need to be grounded, just milked. Even then it’s only for a few minutes, not the minimum thirty minutes it usually takes. The two of them get concerned, maybe she takes a pregnancy test, and maybe it comes back positive. All she thinks is

OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod I’m gonna be a mommy!

And when he hears her squeals and giggles from the bathroom, he all but tackles her - this was never planned, but the two had no objections. Neither of them can wait for their little calves to be running around!

Creds to @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the dividers ♡

Part 2 ??? Maybe possibly ???

[deweyduck]

@pscentral​​ event 25: seasons

↳ HAPPY 65TH BIRTHDAY BARBIE! 💖 (9 March, 1959)

"Positive attitude changes everything."

insp.

[macksartblock]

Despite the pain this teen talk has inflicted, I just know the angst that’ll come from post-s2 Normal-centric fics will be banging

[delancydevinsmommyissues]

The island princess is like the only time i've enjoyed a plotline resembling a love triangle.

Like you have 2 characters with feelings for one another, but bc of the circumstances, feel like they can't be together/dont deserve each other, and the person who one of them has been told they should want to be with and is also trapped by the narrative is their no. 1 supporter, bc they know two pining idiots when they see them.

like ugh that's literally the best part of the movie for me so i dislike when people try to just make the island princess about tika hate

[parasocialcelebritycrush]

two tickets to oppenheimer please!!!

[drawfee-quot3s]

around the age of like... thirty, i became a big baby because i learned what mortality was

at thirTy you learnt what mortality was??????

- julia + jacob

[officialrapunzelfitzherbert]

barbiesona <3 she comes w a marker so u can draw on her

[frecklystars]

I fucking love Ryan Gosling in these Barbie interviews. Someone asked "hey what would Ken say in his bio on a dating app? what kind of person is he looking for?" and Ryan's like "uh... well before he even looks for a Type Of Person™, he's gotta be real up front that he's got no job... and no house... no real prospects of any sort, really, he just kinda sleeps on the beach, and -- you know what, he doesn't even have a phone? I... I don't know if he can even sign up for this app?" and Margot said "oh but he has abs. That should get him somewhere" and he said "no, no, I don't think he even has an email address, I don't think there's any way to contact him??"

and it's like three minutes of them talking about Ken not even having any pickup lines because his way of flirting isn't even flirting, it's him picking up something Barbie accidentally dropped (even though Barbie doesn't make mistakes) and saying "oh hey you dropped this 😳" and then offering it to Barbie and then when Barbie says thank you while making eye contact he's shaking and thinking "oh god what a perfect day Barbie looked at me" and then he'll ride that high the entire day. and the interviewer was like "but that isn't a pickup line" and Ryan said "no I don't... I don't think Ken does that, I think he just creates moments with Barbie and cherishes them" WHAT THE HELL SIR YOU'RE MAKING ME FALL FOR KEN EVEN MORE

[miffysrambles]

macaque and li core

[sky-ivylight]

okayokayokay... hear me out. Barbie Fairytopia AU where everything is the same, except the necklace the Enchantress gave Elina didn't give her wings, she instead got the power of Magic Footsteps.

[ID: a digital art sketch of the characters Dandelion and Elina from Barbie Fairytopia running/flying through a field of flowers. Dandelion is a slender fairy with long pigtails, a skirt made of dandelion fluff and petals, and pixie wings fluttering behind her, orange and white sparkles trailing behind her as she flies excitedly by Elina. Elina is a taller, likewise slender fairy but, diverging from canon, she doesn't have wings and is instead running on glittering, magical, platforms that appear wherever she steps, while Dandelion flies beside her. She's wearing a dress with a layered, rose-petal skirt, with a sleeveless top with two petal-like decorations that trail off her shoulders. Her hair is in a low bun. The two are looking at each other and smiling. /END ID]

[britneyshakespeare]

i am at the looking-at-dolls-as-self-soothing part of the night. i definitely wanna beef up my bratz collection since unboxing my alwayz bratz yasmin was just like... oh... oh man... and... and i didn't think it'd be like that for me man i didn't think i had as much nostalgia for bratz as i actually do not just buy owning some but by touching them and playing w their clothes and their hair.

and one of my issues of course is that i'm a redhead and as a redhead my Default Lookalike Doll is meygan (not that having a doll that looks like you is the most important part of bratz, but it is so much of the fun right? the fact that there's a character out there for just about everyone?). and i like meygan as a character well enough, that's not the issue. but of the meygan dolls that have been reproduced, there's none of them that are like, hardcore needs for me except for sweetheart meygan. and i did not buy sweetheart meygan in time. i was not really collecting at that point. that was like 2022. i had a few... na na na surprise dolls at that time. which is funny bc i have four of those that i got all either on clearance or w giftcards and i do really like them even though a lot of doll collectors thought they were kinda dumb, and they were. i just liked the gimmick of the fabric bodies and there were just enough dolls i thought were really cute that i kinda caved at one point. i also knew it was a brand i wouldn't go overboard with. anyway. we were talking about meygan...

sorry meygan back to you girl. i know original 2000s bratz that have not yet been reproduced at crazy expensive on the secondhand market and it's genuinely out of control. but sweet heart meygan, both the repro and the original, are selling for triple digits on mercari, ebay, what have you. that's just ridiculous. frankly. i'm not buying her at that. i don't even like her enough to hunt for her regularly, if that's how it's gonna be. there are plenty of more readily-available bratz dolls that are either regular retail price or clearancing online andin stores. did you guys know alwayz bratz jade is going for 15 bucks on amazon right now? that's crazy. the other always bratz dolls aren't going for that low if they're even marked down yet. that release wasn't even that long ago. anyway i'm thinking of getting jade from that line bc i know some ppl thought that alwayz jade was a let-down, but i thought she was cute. yasmin was my favorite from that line and that's why i got her but jade was my second fave there easily.

i also wanna get the kumi they reproduced sometime and maybe girls nite out cloe since i see she's still available. it's funny there aren't that many core girls i've wanted from the repros but if i go for any of the cloes, new or old, it's gotta be girls nite out. cloe isn't even usually my favorite character no offense blondes she's just kinda. she's just kinda cloe to me. idk i love her but i'm not gagged over her most of the time. these are still bratz standardz we're talking about here so obviously i love her.

there's nothing going on in the world right now other than my bratz dolls. and if someone we won't mention wins the election, i'm definitely going doll crazy. i'm gonna be buying dolls after this anyway, but i'm gonna justify spending an unusual, nearly-irresponsible amount of money. you know. bc i'm an adult and i can.

hey also and of all the lines they could've reproduced why is their most recent slumber party? why? why? when the poll posted by mga had tokyo a go go WINNING? bc tokyo a go go is the correct option? i mean the slumber party line is cute and i like the base dolls and the accessories especially the stuffed animals are cute. but. everyone knows the bratz audience these days is adult collectors. which adult collectors are losing their minds over dolls in pajamas and bathrobes? again they're CUTE. but why. also why did they reproduce bratz babyz when those things were nightmare fuel

[vammppyre]

idk how i hadn’t gotten into the sims yet this shit is ADDICTINGGG

[dayurno]

I see you Harrow Kevin. I see you Alecto Kevin. But most of all, I see you, Coronabeth Kevin

ALWAYSALWAYSALWAYSALWAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS coronabeth kevin is seriously so fucking good. beautiful radiant good-for-nothing average human who's been living a farce his entire life.......... i think she was never SO kevin as she was during her crown arc in nona the ninth not just because of the name (heh) but also just how different she was when she was alone, how weird she behaved and still how much she wanted to prove herself, how jealous she was of nona and kiriona because they had people who loved them. i think you're the luckiest girl in the whole world. AHHH pah... and of course the fact she's huge and beautiful. i want kevin and coronabeth to meet and be very weirded out by each other like when cats see themselves in the mirror

the holy kevinity of tlt is harrow, alecto and coronabeth but i really stand behind the alecto thing okay. what if i was the spirit of the earth and i loved you and i hated you and you turned me into a monster and you promised you would never hurt me and i never ever ever knew better. i thought about nona!kevin and now i'm also so sad. kevin. noodle's in the back. YOU KNOW.... what if i was the spirit of something much older and more ancient but you (andrew and neil?!) took me in and loved me and cared for me. do you see it....

[mazojo]

Oh the flopping

[undefeatablesin]

Please enjoy some Rare In Game Screenshots of Ruza's Newest Look because I finally remembered that I could in fact take screenshots lmao ✨

[serabellyms]

PLOTTED STARTER !     ⤷ @magemade ✧ callum.

The last few nights had been nights full of nothing but restlessness for Rayla. Ever since coming back from Umber Tor, visiting the Storm Spire again... All she could see when she closed her eyes were the horrible images that plagued her. And to make matters worse, new ones had surfaced. Ones she didn't want to see, to experience... or to even think about.

She knew why. It had been that... ridiculous request Callum had made of her. Well, ridiculous was putting it mildly; she'd called it that because she couldn't bring herself to admit the truth about it: that what he'd asked her to do was the one thing she couldn't do. Not him, not in a million years.

Rayla knew she'd give up her own life before she could ever fulfill that request.

Unfortunately... those sleepless nights had started to catch up to her. She knew if she didn't get at least a bit of sleep, she was going to regret it, and people were going to start asking questions... and knowing Callum, he'd be at the front of that line. Distant as they'd been, and as much as he'd kept her at arm's length, she knew he'd be the first to catch on. So, she did the only thing she knew she could: find a place of comfort, with lots of moonlight, and hope that she at least got enough sleep to function tomorrow.

She knew exactly the place. Callum wasn't in his office, thankfully; she didn't want to know what he'd think if he saw her sleeping in such a strange place. With one deep breath to steel herself, Rayla pulled herself up into the window, satisfied that she was out of sight enough that even if someone walked in, she wouldn't be immediately seen. Her sitting on a window sill wasn't out of the ordinary, but sleeping on one? The less questions she had to answer about that one, the better.

Settling herself as comfortably as she could, she tossed her cloak over herself like a blanket, settling down. Was it comfortable? Absolutely not. Was it the worst place she'd slept? Definitely not. At least up in the window, she didn't have to worry about ambushes or wild animals; the guards patrolling the castle prevented that, along with Pyrrah doing the occasional flight around from the skies.

She must have been more tired than she anticipated, as within moments, she was sound asleep; the moon was soothing enough that she was sleeping heavily, overcome with the exhaustion that days of little to no sleep had caused in her.

After a few hours, she roused awake, still feeling some of the exhaustion that plagued her; though she'd slept, most of it wasn't a restful sleep. It was then that she realized she was no longer in the window; she was laying on something soft, with a blanket tucked over her. Who would've..?

"Callum?" She croaked, sitting up as she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. How long had she slept? There was light, but... no, it wasn't sunlight. She could see the faint glow along the horizon, but the majority of the light was still from the moon, so it had to be at least an hour before sunrise.