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It was three am, and Nathaniel wasn’t able to sleep.
Usually, he could push down the anxiety long enough to do so, put the monsters in the closet and let them stay there until the sun came up. Funny, it was supposed to work in reverse.
He sighed deeply, but silently, as he rolled out of his bed and left his room. Nathaniel had perfected silent footsteps by the time he was eight. It was so reflexive he didn’t consciously think about it anymore.
Nathaniel toed open his bedroom door, stopping it right before he knew it would squeak, and slipped out into the hallway. It was one of the nights when his father wasn’t doing any “work” and was sound asleep up in his room along with Lola, most likely.
Food was something he didn’t quite always partake in..not that anyone could blame him. But some nights Nathaniel would sneak down for a snack, like tonight. So he went down the steps and rounded the corner into the kitchen. He didn’t bother with the light, as he knew his way around in the dark and the light of the fridge would be plenty sufficient.
There wasn’t much, because his family ate out a lot for lunch and dinner, and Nathaniel polished off the last of the leftovers a day or two ago. They did have cold cereal though. Grabbing a bowl from the pantry, he got himself some Cinnamon Toast Crunch and went to the fridge for milk.
Sadly, they were nearly out. He had just enough for his snack, but then it would be empty. And if his father hated something it was when Nathaniel used the last of something. And just him in general. He sighed to himself and used the last of it, deciding he would pop in to the 24/7 convenience store down the road after he ate.
He washed his bowl and spoon and put those away, then rinsed out the sink, leaving no trace he was ever in the kitchen.
In the living room he tied up his tennis shoes and threw on a zip-up jacket, then opened and closed the door gently behind him.
Nathaniel took a deep breath of the chilly night air, he always loved that smell, that feeling. The outdoors, the night sky. It felt like freedom, well, the closest thing to freedom he would ever have since his mom picked him up and tried to run. It worked until..well until he caught up with them in Seattle and took Nathaniel home.
The stars were much more beautiful across the seas, but these would have to do, he supposed. With another breath, he set off on a jog to the corner convenience store.
Milkmaid & Milkman for #Dratchtember!!
Milk AU, base from the curse of Dratchet community in discord lol
it’s the profiles for all my au saiharas! they all have their little differences! tag yourself
appreciation post for my sister’s cat marley!! who is by far the biggest source of inspiration for mine and @ghoststrawberries‘s mob’s cat milk au!! appreciate how soft and good this cat is please.
pics courtesy of my older sister (feat. her boyfriend)
Do any of the cow hybrid boys have a preference for how they're milked? Like what position they're in, where y'all are, whether you use your hands/mouth/a machine, etc.?
Well first of all, none of them prefer a machine. Some of them are fine with one, but especially for the boys with larger chests it's just not comfortable. All of them love your mouth though, it's just so intimate and warm. Though it's a little too intimate in the beginning, so it's best to stick with your hands. Where it almost feels like a machine is stealing their milk it feels like they're giving their milk whenever you milk them. Hands are for quicker "Lighten the load" or "for selling" milkings and your mouth is more for "I want you to feel good" or "let me take care of you" milkings
As for positions and places
Jack: Sitting up and somewhere warm. He doesn't like how cold feels on him normally and when he's this sensitive cold is to die. If you don't watch him he might over work himself just to stay warm so keep an eye out
Rory: Either on his back or held bent over a bucket if it's for collecting. Rory gets so eepy when it's his milking week, he just wants you to hold him and gently coax the milk out of him as he moans and squirms in your arms. Because he's so tired he passes out in odd places but he prefers his milkings in his room
Jean: You have to be alone and away from prying ears when you milk Jean. Why? Well, he brats pretty fuckin hard on his milk week because he just can't get the thought of being used out of his head. He wants your cock or strap to pound into him as you pinch and flick and bite his overly sensitive nipples
Joseph: He gets so fuck drunk off of you milking him he doesn't give two shits about where you do it or how. He likes it a little rough but on his milking week he mostly wants you to be gentle with him, so only a hickey or two on his neck, max
Bo: First of all, Bo doesn't like when you milk him by hand. He only wants you to take his milk, the thought of you selling it makes his skin crawl. He likes it on his back, on his human sized doggy bed you got him per request. He never gets why you have to wash it afterwards even though it's soaked in milk
Nick: He understands that this is business and will treat it as such unless you talk to him about how you do find pleasure in bringing him pleasure. For him the whole thing is just work but if you were to ask him the perfect milking conditions? Dim room, maybe a few candles, and a soft bed he can sit on while you milk him and crash on once he's empty. Please do him the favor and make it romantic
Shaun: On his back, on his bed, massaging your tits back. It doesn't matter that you don't produce milk or even if you never could produce milk, he just loves making you squirm with him. You know how cats will make biscuits? He'll do that to your tits. No claws, obvi, but just that kneading motion
Ian: On his back where ever the most people can hear or see him (within the heard) His chest is somehow more sensitive than the others so it's always a sex thing when you milk him
Berry: No one can know about this. Do all of them have milking weeks? yes. Does that make him feel any better about his? Hell no. It needs to be under the cover of night, dark room, locked door, no talking. At least the first year will be like this but you can slowly work him into trusting you a bit more over time. He just has a hard time being seen like that, respect his boundaries and he'll learn to respect you...a little
I desperately need to milk Ian 😔
I'm specifically thinking about the cow hybrid au but ngl this can apply to all Ians...
Oh, Ian would loved to be milked by you. The thing with all cow hybrids is that when it's their "time of the month" aka their milk week their chests are constantly killing them and so fucking sensitive. Their chests are so heavy and full they need to be milked or they'll be all grumpy and sore. You being able to help him with emptying his tits is greatly appreciated, just try to ignore the sounds he makes as he grinds back into you
I don't have breeds for them because I'm tired but I do need you to picture cow hybird Taylor and Elias right this instant
Taylor would be such a whiny brat on his milking weeks once he trusts you
Poor Elias has such a hard time getting around due to the rough terrain of the ground, especially the gravel drive ways. If Jack, Joseph or Shaun see him struggling they do not hesitate to pick him up, with consent obvi