#*moos gently*

[frosted-woods]

hiii @potato-lord-but-not the stickers came just now gjfjjdhsjsj!!! honestly i'm surprised at how fast they arrived at the tiny pit where i live considering we have awfully smelly postal system here. haven't put them anywhere yet but some are definitely going straight on my laptop to help me with college. they're all so precious aggdhhdjssj

and ofc thanks for the tiny will!!! i will treasure him dearly i promise

[tewwor]

writing some vampire verse cruor has me thinking about someone hooking their finger around a fang like how some zookeepers do with big cats—

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

So hybrid bulls and cows are actually separate species in MY fantasy world, not male and female.

So you work on a farm specializing in male cows and bulls, the only woman that’s allowed there due to… how the hybrids behave around any females.

You milk them… but not in the normal way. As the only woman on the farm, you’re the only one they’ll allow to milk their cocks. They produce a special semen that’s a milk alternative, and very yummy!

The cow’s are fine enough, following you around and nuzzling into you, wanting cuddles and extra attention when you’re milking them… they behave so well, blushing and mooing softly, gently moving their hips against your hand as you milk their cocks dry.

The bulls however… are a different story. They’re very territorial and protective over the cow hybrids, who they’ve formed a friendship with. They don’t like most people, and tend to be loners that only come around when it’s milking time.

But your pay is upgraded when the farm owners notice that the bulls have started warming up to you, even starting to treat you like a heifer, keeping you safe and guarding you from the other employees.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone but you when the bulls started being a bit… too handsy with you. They viewed you as a heifer now… but you were so small compared to any female cow they’d ever seen. A runt, stunted, maybe…

But you had that chubby tummy and plush hips, those plump breasts that would look so pretty full of milk…

Within a month of starting work, you find yourself being bent over by one of the bulls, the cows mooing in distress and trying to comfort you as a fat cock enters your cunt.

“D-don’t be rough with her! She’s little!” one of the cows protests, stroking your hair and cooing softly to you. The bull huffs, hot air hitting the back of your neck as he fucks into you.

“Being as gentle as possible… little thing, couldn’t take me being rough even if I wanted to be…”

Your cunt was stuffed full with cum, several bulls mounting you until you were a blubbering mess. Once the bulls were done, you were surrounded by cows, getting kisses and snuggles… but they wanted to mate as well…

They pressed down on your belly, cum pooling between your legs as they cooed and gently fucked their own seed into you. By the end of the work day, you were spent, curled up in the hay with several cow hybrids as the bulls guarded the door.

You were payed handsomely for your efforts, and offered an even bigger paycheck to let them mount you at least once a week to let out their sexual frustrations.

They became more territorial around you, but when you weren’t in the picture, the bulls were much calmer and didn’t attack anyone that brought out food or came to give them check ups.

And when you became pregnant… well… let’s just say you were tucked away in the barn, living there with the cows and bulls as your belly grew heavy and swollen.

The cows tended to you, making sure you received all the human comforts you wanted along with their endless affections, and the bulls kept you safe.

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A/N: omg… ask me more about this concept because… I’m in love

NSFW TAGLIST: @sunset-214 @screaming-crying-screamingagain @strawberrypoundtown @avalordream @icommitwarcrimes @bazpire @chubbumblebee @im-eating-rn @anglingforlevels @kinshenewa @pasteldaze @j3llyphisching @unforgettablewhvre @yoongiigolden

[connorsui]

Sylus x wife! Reader || Imagine

"A sticker crown!"

The house was quiet, a warmth settling into every corner as you opened the front door and slipped off your shoes. The soft glow of evening light filtered through the windows, giving the entire place a serene feel. There was no immediate sound of movement downstairs, but something more faint came from upstairs—a soft giggle, the high-pitched sound unmistakable.

"Sylus? ...Are you up there?" you called out, the smile already pulling at your lips.

No answer—just more giggling.

Curious, you made your way up the stairs, your steps slow and deliberate as you approached the source of the sound. The door to your daughter’s room was slightly ajar, and as you pushed it open, the scene that greeted you filled you with pure amusement. Toys were scattered all around the room, dolls and baby pink teddy bears seated around a small tea table with plastic cups clinking on the surface. But the real sight was in the center of the chaos.

There was Sylus, your formidable, commanding husband, lying flat on the floor with his hands clasped on his chest, eyes closed, and a faint smile playing on his lips.

"No, no, Daddy! Stay put! You not pretty yet!" your daughter scolded in the sweetest little voice, her small hands busy rummaging through a pile of stickers.

"I'm as still as I can be, sweetie," Sylus murmured, barely moving a muscle. "I'm not going anywhere."

You covered your mouth to stifle the laugh that threatened to bubble up as you stepped further into the room, but the moment was short-lived as your daughter spotted you. Her eyes lit up in pure delight, and she gasped as if you’d appeared from nowhere.

"Mummy!, Mummy! Look! Look how pretty Daddy is now!" She scrambled up from her spot, her tiny hand reaching for yours as she dragged you closer to the spectacle. "Daddy won’t scare anymore! People will like Daddy now!"

You bit your lip to contain your laughter when you got a proper look at Sylus. His face, once an intimidating picture of authority and dominance, was now decorated with Hello Kitty stickers and glittering stars. The contrast was almost too much to handle.

“Well, don’t you look handsome as ever?” you teased, standing over him with an affectionate grin.

Sylus cracked an eye open and smirked. "And how can I resist? My own princess demands I become a statue for her enjoyment."

“You are fulfilling your role quite beautifully," you said, trying to peel one of the stickers off his cheek, only for your daughter to intervene, placing her tiny hand on yours with the fiercest pout she could manage.

“No, Mummy! Daddy needs to be pretty!”

You and Sylus exchanged a glance, amused as ever, while your daughter grabbed a fresh set of stickers, picking the sparkliest one of the bunch. With a proud smile, she pressed a glittery star right onto Sylus’ nose.

"Yaaay!"

Before you could respond, Sylus' smirk widened. "Princess, why don’t you add some of your beauty onto Mommy? Make her feel just as pretty as me."

Your daughter, to both your surprise, frowned and shook her head, her little hands resting on her hips. "No! Mommy is already pretty. Mommy doesn’t need stickers, she’s not mean! Mommy is nice so Mommy doesn’t need to be pretty!"

With that final declaration, she slapped another heart-shaped sticker onto Sylus' forehead, sealing his fate.

That was the last straw—you couldn't hold back anymore, laughter bursting from your lips. "Oh my God," you gasped, wiping at the corner of your eye.

Sylus, however, rolled his eyes dramatically. "Help me here…for once, I'll be the one begging."

“Oh, isn’t that a rarity coming from you?” You knelt beside him, gently peeling off the stickers from his face, one by one.

Meanwhile, your daughter looked on, fidgeting with her toys before tugging on your arm. "Mummy… is it bedtime now?"

You glanced outside, the fading light of the day casting soft shadows across the room. "Yes, sweetie. It’s bedtime. As much as you love playtime, it’s time to rest for now."

"The moon is out?" she asked, tilting her head.

You nodded, peeling the last of the glitter from Sylus' face and then guiding your daughter to her bed. Tucking her in with care, you kissed her forehead. "Yes, the moon is out. But when the sun comes back, you can play more."

She smiled sleepily, already closing her eyes. "Okay… Night, Mummy."

You and Sylus quietly left the room, gently closing the door behind you. As you walked back down the stairs together, you couldn’t help but giggle. “How long has she been doing that to you?” you asked, barely containing your amusement.

Sylus sighed dramatically. “Ever since you left. She said I look too angry and I have to be ‘kind’ more often. She believed her toys and her drawings would do me great favors.”

You chuckled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Well… she’s not wrong. You did look far better than all the years we’ve been together in that moment.”

“Oh really? Is that what I needed to love you?” Sylus arched a brow, his teasing tone back in full force.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, stifling another laugh.

Sylus shook his head, a laugh of his own escaping. “Please... save me next time.”

You grinned, leaning into him. "Sylus, don't be mean."

[reverie-starlight]

“ugh, my head hurts,” you whine. you walk into the living room and settle beside atsumu on the couch. as soon as you rest your head on his shoulder and bend knees over his thighs, he’s wrapping an arm around you.

“rough night?” he jokes. he knows perfectly well that you were with him fighting over mario kart and clue last night, and that you’re definitely not suffering a hangover right now, despite what your current state may suggest.

“ha ha,” you reply but it’s quickly followed up with a groan. you press your fingers to your temples and hide your face in his neck.

despite his earlier teasing, he brings a hand up to gently massage the back of your head. you can almost feel the concerned frown forming on his face, and just as he opens his mouth, you answer his question before it has the chance to form. “I’m okay, baby. I guess I didn’t get enough sleep after we waged war on each other.”

you think back to last night’s events. you had both pulled your best tricks within the game and things got pretty intense during your third go at moo moo meadows (atsumu's favourite track- one of the only one he claims you're evenly matched in because you're at the mercy of the cows). of course you beat him, hitting him with a strategically thrown green shell just before he crossed the finish line, breaking the tie 2-1 in your favour. he was quick to select wild woods as the next course, but you beat him in that one as well and had to switch over to animal crossing after that to cool off.

he sighs in relief and presses some kisses to your forehead. “need me to get ya anything?”

you wrap your arms around his neck, face still hidden against him, and shake your head as minimally as possible. “just cuddle me, please?”

he smiles and squeezes you tighter against him. “easiest thing you’ve ever asked me to do,”

you peek up at him. "how about you? you feeling okay?"

he looks confused for a moment. "hm? what do-"

"is your ego still bruised from that green shell?" you interrupt with a small smile against his skin.

he narrows his eyes playfully. "careful," he warns, hands slithering down to your sides and stalling there menacingly. "you're not really in a position to be a brat right now."

you giggle and guide his hands away from your waist. "no, I'm sorry, I'll stop. I won't even make the joke I was saving about being at the mercy of a cow again so soon," you plead with him.

he hums a bit. "you're so lucky you're not feelin' well right now. but just wait, I'll get ya back for that comment, baby. won't even see it coming."

you sigh contently as he maneuvers you against him more comfortably and plays with your hair. "sure, 'tsum. I'm so scared," your voice has a dreamy lilt to it, so he lets it slide and continues caressing you.

truly the easiest thing you've ever asked him to do.

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this isn't the atsumu fic I was talking abt btw, that's still coming on monday. it's just a draft I polished up a bit bc I didn't know where to go with it. it probably wasn't going to turn into anything tbh... I'm just posting it today to try to stop myself from posting the other fic before then lol

[kcrossvine-art]

hi friends! This recipe/review was delayed at first from- well it was a different recipe originally, technically bat tempura should be the next item but id like my first tasting experience of bat to be made by someone else who knows what bat should taste like. The recipe after bat tempura is living armor and id intended to use geoduck to mimic the scale. Living armor is interesting with dunmeshi as they used the suit of armor in 3 different ways; grilling, steaming, and souping.

Affording geoduck, a PNW delicacy, is a stretch for one dish, let alone 3. With my write-ups id like to offer a chance that readers will actually be able to make what we talk about. So I opted to use regular clams instead. I feel myself above the fire so we're still sticking with one dish, the dish that doesnt require a grill or a helmet-esque plating arrangement.

Today in our delicious dungeon, we're going to be making Living Armor Soup!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes into Living Armor Soup?” YOU MIGHT ASKThe ingredients used in the show didnt give much to work on, quoting "medicinal herb" and "special sauce".

1 lbs Mussels

Shallots

Garlic

Bay leaf

Curry powder

Chicken stock

Cream

Eggs

Its important to use cream as your dairy, the higher fat content gives you leeway with boiling and acidity to avoid curdling. Any cream should do. Still bring it to temp gently but rest assured in the moo moos protection. 

AND, “what does Living Armor Soup taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

A smoother, buttery-er cream of chicken soup

The mussel meat itself feels like a simplified version of chicken hearts- structurally and in taste

Its not bad. You could hard sell it to a picky eater 

Green onions would bring crispier top-notes much needed

And maybe building a roux base for the soup would fill out the low end?

I dont know what drinks would pair well with this. My heart wants to say red wine but im not a grape fan and cant get more specific than that

I think the hassle of procuring seafood is why when i ask my friends their opinions, the responses are middling to negative. You cant build a palate for it if you dont eat it enough. If i'd had fish stock i wouldve used that rather than chicken, while it doesnt turn the soup disgusting or make itself known much at all, awareness of its presence draws unfavorable comparisons to food I'd rather be eating. And eating for cheaper too (...besides the chicken hearts).

. Some mussels out of a bunch will inevitably be DOA, you wont be eating exactly a pound of them. This and waterweight are the nature of seafood. . Lay easy on the salt until the end before serving . If you have enough mussel stock left after straining, you might not need additional stock

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From deciding to cook to sitting and eating, the process took about an hour and a half. Not bad but not great, considering this dinner left me feeling full for all of about an hour after.

And the mussels were mostly usable/alive too! I discarded maybe 3 of the whole pound! Sure seafood can be light eating- youd think the dairy and vegetables would hulk it up more. The science of what makes food filling isnt entirely understood, as is most nutrition and gastro science, so i dont know what to blame. Stunning that 1lbs of mussels was not enough to keep a 110lbs person full for an hour.

If i were to make this again, i would serve it with fresh dinner rolls (or another carb). Breads and seafood are joined at the hip in my mind. You want more delicate tastes from your fish? I got just the thing. An entire family of food with varying flavors and textures that just so happen to all work pretty well with the third thing people eat often with seafood; butter.

I give this recipe a solid 4/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) It needs workshopping beyond being recognizable to the show.

🐁 ORIGINAL RESIPPY TEXT BELOW 🐁

Ingredients:

1 lbs mussels, cleaned and de-bearded

Butter

3 shallots, finely diced

3 garlic cloves, crushed

2 bay leaf

Curry powder to taste

120g chicken stock

100g heavy cream

2 eggs

Method:

Wash your mussels. Remove any beards and barnacles. Discard any mussels with open shells.

Finely dice your shallots and garlic.

In a saucepan, brown your shallots and garlic in some butter over medium-low heat. Once softened add your stock, bay leaves, and curry powder to the saucepan. Increase the heat to medium.

Add your cleaned mussles to the saucepan, the liquid should cover them but if not add more stock. Bring to a boil, and then cover and reduce to a simmer.

Keep simmering until most/all of the mussel shells open. Discard any that still havent after about 6 minutes of simmering. Set aside the remaining mussels.

Pass the liquid in your saucepan through a strainer and return the liquid into the saucepan.

In a seperate bowl, combine the eggs and cream together. Carefully stir the egg/cream mixture into the saucepan until incorporated.

Remove the meat from the mussels, either discard or save some shells for garnishing.

Place the mussel meat on the bottom of serving bowls and pour the hot broth overtop, add your garnish (if any) and enjoy!

[sim0nril3y]

Deployment

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: The time has come. It's his first deployment since you've become a couple. The goodbyes are difficult. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), lots of angst, talking of leaving, talking of dying, canon-typical swearing.

One more night. One more night in his arms. What if he didn’t come back? What if he got hurt? What if he went missing? Honestly, you weren’t sure that you could cope with the never knowing what happened. Please, please, let there be some type of miracle that might happen so that Simon wouldn’t have to go. Things had been going so well, it simply wasn’t fair. If only he had any other job in the world. If only he was still a butcher, or something normal like that. Why now?

“Sleep.” Even with his eyes firmly closed Simon commanded you to rest. “You have work tomorrow.” Simon sounded tired, you supposed it was 2am, he had a right to be tired. “I don’t care.” You answered with a sad and quiet tone, eyes fixed on his sleeping frame in the pitch blackness that filled the room. “The morning is going to come whether you sleep or not.”

There was silence for a moment and Simon wondered if you had actually listened and then he heard it. Sniff. Then quiet. Sniff, sniff. Then even more silence before. Hck. Sniff. Sniff. His eyes pried open, adjusting momentarily before finding your face crumbling with emotion, lips firmly frowned and trembling, eyes filling fast with tears that were trickling down your face and soaking the pillow beneath you.

“Babe.” He whispered, reaching out to gently touch your shoulder, squeezing in a comforting way. “Don’t… Don’t bloody cry.” Simon whispered, his own voice a little thicker than usual. “Oi, c’mere.” Then pulling you across the sheets into his arms, holding you to firmly in his strong arms. “You dozy bloody moo…” He whispered, soothingly rubbing your back in small circles as you hiccupped and sobbed into his throat. “I know, I know.”

Honestly, he’d never had to deal with this before. Of course, he’d been around other colleagues and watched how hard it’s been for them to be away from their loved once. For him, it had been a very long time since he’d been in this place before and it was never like he had someone waiting for him to come home. It added an entirely different layer of fear, there was that fear of exposing you to danger but there was always a fear of leaving you. It felt like it hadn’t been that long since he’d learned to love you, allowed himself to let someone new into his life and now there was the possibility it could be all ripped away in an instant. Simon wanted more time, but that wasn’t something he was going to be afforded.

Still, even as your tears flowed Simon just held you, strong and tight in his arms, shushing you and caressing you so gently until your body just succumbed to exhaustion. It brought him pain to think of you being apart from him in mere hours now, sobbing yourself to sleep without his strong arms and his kind words. Fuck, it had never been this hard before.

The following morning Simon was up bright and early to finish his checklist. It seemed that you were restless too and that early awakening lead to you following him around like a lost puppy, eyes watching the clock as if counting down the seconds. “Babe, I’m just going to put some fuel in the car. I’ll be back. I promise.” He’d assured when your eyes had filled with wayward tears as he nabbed his keys. “Sweetheart, can I take a piss in peace, please?” He’d begged as you chased him into the bathroom for the second time that morning.  “I’m just going to get a loaf of bread from the other freezer, stay here.” He'd commanded as he unlocked the back door. “Babe, if you wanted to join me in the shower all you had to do was ask…” Simon had purred before you two fell into the steamy shower.

Later that morning you were munching down some toast, eyes fixed firmly on Simon as he made himself a strong tea. It was difficult thinking that tomorrow morning you would be going through this routine on your own. The thought alone was enough for a lump to stick awkwardly in your throat. “Right…” Simon began then, causing you to push down any of those awful feelings and focus. “I’ve left a list of numbers over there…” Turning he held his mug in hand and nodded in the direction of a lonely notepad, it was full of names and phone numbers and occupations. “Reckon they’ll be able to fix any problems you might run into, alright? I’m not gonna be able to be in contact all the time, so I need to know that if there is a problem here, or with you, or with the car that it’ll be covered.”

“Right.” You agreed gently, taking another solemn bite of toast. “Against my better judgement…” Simon continued, stepping across to sit opposite you at the kitchen table. “I’ve added you to my car insurance, use it when you need it, please don’t write it off.” There was almost teasing to his tone. “My driving isn’t that bad…�� You grumbled and this only earned a smirk as he took another sip of his tea. “I’ve got all the utilities set up. The mortgage is on direct debit. I’m even paying that kid down the road to come a mow the garden whilst I’m gone, he’s happy to be making a little extra money and it’s one less thing for you to worry about, which means one less thing for me to worry about.” Simon explained.

A frown found your lips. “I’m capable of looking after myself and the house, you know…” Simon lets out a soft sigh then and replies. “I know, babe. I…” He seems to pause, as if taking a moment to find the right words. “I like to know that I’ve covered every possibility at home so I won’t have to worry when I’m out there…” Simon said it like out there was a very distant place, very cold, isolated and very far from you. “Okay?” Silently he was asking you to just trust him and give him these final few hours to make sure everything was set up in a way that gave him comfort, the comfort of knowing that you were safe at home. “Okay.”

The way that you watched the clock on the wall was like you were begging it for more time, making some kind of trade so that Simon wouldn’t need to go. Regardless of what you promised the time still came. There he stood loading his bags into the waiting cab, you stood a couple paces back wanting to give some space. “Let me drive you-” You attempted to persuade. “It’ll be too hard.” Simon answered with finality.

He closed the boot with a shunt and then turned to be looking at you. “It’ll be better to leave you here at home and then call you once I arrive on base. Okay?” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself too. “C’mon now…” He muttered, watching as finally the emotion broke over your face, all that strength crumbled and the tears began to trickle once again. “Oi…” Simon muttered, wrapping you into his warm strong arms. Those same arms you wouldn’t feel again for month. Your last embrace. “It’ll be easier like this. I promise. Easier for you. Easier for me.” Simon whispered, squeezing you so tight in his bulging arms. “I love you.”

It was something so rare and so emotional that you actually gasped, glancing up at him through your watery eyes. “Love you too.” Your words came out less controlled, spoken through a sob. “Love you.” You added, as if to make up for the initial emotional sentiment like Simon might have not been able to hear you over the lump in your throat. “Call me-” “I will.” There was a solid promise.

Then one final kiss. It was searing, his lips pressed against your own so hard that you thought he might bruise you. You never wanted this kiss to end. You didn’t want him to climb into the cab. You didn’t want his promises or his declarations of love and devotion. No, you just wanted him…

A second later Simon detangled you from his arms and climbed into the cab. He knew that one of you had to be strong in this moment and that you were never going to be the one to walk away, so he needed to. Even if it hurt more than being fucking shot Simon needed to step away. He had duty. He had honour. Someday maybe you’d understand, or maybe you never would, but he hoped that at least you’d find some type of normality without him around…

Once he’d arrived on base Simon got back into a routine seamlessly, everyone thought of him as the emotionless and stoic ‘Ghost’. That was all that he wanted to be to these people. The less they knew about his life the better, that way he could shield you from anyone using you against him. He’d never forgive himself… however, there was one person that needed to know. Officially, he needed to speak to Price, if the worst should happen you’d need to know.

It was late. Far too late to be doing all this, but Simon knew that his Captain would still be up. Rapping his knuckles hard against his door a voice called out and in he stepped. John sat at his desk, pouring over paperwork on his desk and gifting Simon a very tired smile as he entered. “Captain.” He kept his voice firm and professional as he entered. “Lieutenant, what do you need?”

For a moment Simon stood quietly, mouth pursed as if he racked his brains for the right words. “My next of kin…” “It’s blank – like we discussed.” About to dismiss him when Simon spoke again. “I need it changed.” John seemed shocked by these words, the argument that they had over not having one and now to have him so quickly change his mind. “What do you need from me?”

John blinked, once then twice before collecting a form from his desk. “Just jot their details down…” Passing over a pen as he watched Simon began to diligently fill in the boxes. His hand-writing was just as he expected, messy and haphazard, but his mind only went to Simon’s homelife… John wondered, did he have someone special? Who was it? What were they like? How long had they known each other? What was the relationship? All these questions that John wanted to ask, but knowing Simon wouldn’t get a single answer. “If I die, tell her.” Yanked back to reality with one simple sentence. “Not some letter. No some top brass. You tell her, Captain.” Sliding the piece of paper back in his direction. “Don’t tell her how - she won’t cope with that.” John nodded. “For fuck sake, don’t show her a body if there is one. She’d never sleep again.”

“Need you to make sure she gets access to my pension. I want every fucking penny of it going to her.” Simon placed down the pen hard on the table. “My house. My car. The shirt off my dead fucking back. I want it all going to her. Okay?” There was desperation in his tone. This was a conversation they were meant to be having 6 weeks ago, with legal and suits around to sign it all off. Not the night before he was going to be put on a plane into a warzone. “Simon-” “John, please…” He didn’t need to see the rest of his face to know that Simon was in anguish, his eyes were enough. “I’ll see that it happens.”

Masterlist | Ask | 10-04-2024

[frosted-woods]

i cannot for the love of god decide whether to post more sketchbook stuff or not. and that is bc prob around 80% of the things i draw is just filling my sketchbook but also it feels nice making something noone's going to see. ok that is all today i offer you my little silly sona robin. rest your eyes upon them

[flametrashiraarchive]

No one asked but... I'm trash and it's Muzan Monday!

NSFW Muzan headcanons

NSFW beneath the cut obviously.

Now I know you're thinking "demon daddy is the ultimate top"

And you'd be right 99% of the time.

"I permit your continued existence solely for the purpose of my pleasure."

He fucks you when he's angry, stressed, disappointed...

So, multiple times per day.

The thing is, he can change the shape and size of his body

And that includes his dick.

So some days he's just a normal level of stressed out and just want a nice easy ride, listening to the symphony of your moans.

Wants you nice and wet so he can hear it slapping.

Other days he's beyond pissed and will make his dick huge, cramming it into you and pounding you until you scream.

And let me tell ya, that thing is not always smooth and human-looking.

Ridges... bumps... mouths

Making you cum is a point of pride. Knowing he can elicit a reaction from you with the simplest touch gets him off.

Sometimes he likes to experiment with new ways of bringing about your ruin.

And Muzan has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

He can exert pressure on objects at will and manipulate vibrations in the air

Which is an ability he'll sometimes use on you.

You'll just be going about your day and feel a sort of tingly pressure down there

And notice Muzan is staring at you with a faint menacing smile

He loves to watch you try to keep your composure as he makes you cum with his mind.

Degrades AND praises.

"Oh, my pretty little slut is such a pathetic, whimpering mess."

"Mm, yes you're pleasing your king well. Such an obedient harlot."

"There isn't a single hole in your in your body I haven't defiled, is there? You belong to me, don't you? Say it."

But sometimes... sometimes...

The burden of command is too much

Muzan will, on occasion, permit you to top him.

"Speak a word of this and it will be the last thing you utter."

There isn't a restraint in the universe that can truly contain him, but he likes when you tie him up

Surrendering control makes him feel vulnerable and that's something he isn't used to feeling anymore. It's a thrill he only allows himself to feel with you.

Expects zero mercy.

Bares his teeth and growls as you fuck him.

Leaves claw marks in the floorboards.

and just milk his cock.

Moo-zan

But he absolutely cannot keep his composure when you go down on him.

Your mouth is his ruin.

The only time you will ever see his face flush is when you lick his tip and maintain eye contact.

Put the tip of your tongue in his slit.

The man's a mess.

His back fully arches and he starts to pant

His voice cracks when he's close

"Nggghhh damn you... m-more... I'm cu-ohhhh fuck fuck ffffuck..."

Likes to read to you afterward while you lay your head in his lap.

Acting all dignified and calm as if he didn't just whimper so loudly he alerted Kokushibo.

Gently twists your hair around his fingertips as you start to fall asleep.

"You belong to me," he says.

He means "I love you."

[bunnis-monsters]

I found you recently and I love your stories SO MUCH! I love to bull and cow hybrid stories so I have to ask, what would the do if the reader had too much during sex? Like what if something happens and reader wanted to quit suddenly?

I’m assuming you mean when you want to stop in the middle of sex.

The bulls would probably be the reason you’d be tapping out in the middle of sex due to how rough they are, but the cows aren’t completely innocent. Though they’re gentle, they will overstimulate you until your sobbing and blubbering out pleas for them to give you a break.

Their soft, long tongues lap at your cunt until you’re so sensitive even the warm air they breathe out while looking at your puffy pussy can make you cum. Once you start crying they panic and try to soothe you, gently petting your head and rubbing your belly… and continuing to eat you out.

It takes them a minute of listening to your blubbering to get that you’re crying over the overwhelming pleasure, and want a break. Once they realize they back off and put their heads in your lap, their lips wobbling as they look up at you with their big, sweet brown eyes. It’s hard to stay mad at them when they look so cute…

They apologize by gently bouncing you on their cocks and cooing, letting out soft moos as they play with your breasts. When you’re tired they all curl up with you in a cuddle pile.

With the bulls, you’re going to be bred nearly daily by several bull hybrids over 6 feet tall. Despite the fact that they’re being very gentle with you by bull standards, by human standards the sex can be rough, and sometimes painful if they’re not careful.

The second you yelp in pain all the cows perk up, watching the bulls from their side of the barn. The curiously come over, gently nuzzling into you and reaching out to trace your body.

“You’re hurting her, she’s just a little one. You can’t be rough, she’s a runt.”

It’s a little insulting to be called a because you’re a human, not a cow… but you’re just too tired to correct them again.

The bulls feel a little bad, seeing you whimper and cry… they nudge their heads against you and kiss your head, careful not to nick you.

“Sorry, little one… didn’t mean to hurt ya…”

You’re pampered for the rest of the night and get a few days off of being bred.

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[rintoki]

moo moo milk

characters: gepard x dom!reader

cw: gepard’s giant tiddies

a/n: he sent me the one message about what drinks i’d like to try. yea that’s all. i want to suck his tiddies that’s all. sorry if bad haven’t written long time

“ah, geppie, remember when you asked me what other belobogian drinks i’d like to try? i think i know what i want to try now.”

“right, right now?” the blonde man stuttered out, his face a crimson red even just after a few kisses.

“yup,” you smiled joyfully, one hand resting on the table behind the man you have trapped against you, and the other resting on his broad chest. now stripped down to just his undershirt and pants, gepard’s defined body was much more visible. the thin material of his undershirt stretching to cover his chest, even then it was still very much exposed to your hungry eyes.

“uhm, sure. what would you like to try? i’ll be sure to get it for you.” the kind-natured man smiled, ready to oblige you despite the state you have him in—breathing heavily and needy for you.

and with a smile, the hand that rests on his chest begins to drift downwards, feeling the curve of his pecs, before resting on the underside and cupping your hand against his breast. gepard stiffens under your motions, his adam’s apple bobbing nervously as the heat of your hand begins to seep through the fabric, warming his now hardening nipple.

his lips tremble slightly, unsure of how to act now as his breathing gets heavier under your touch and his pants gets tighter. you smile even wider, pleased by his reaction to a simple touch your hand gently squeezes around his tit, relishing in the way his hard nipple brushes against your palm.

“i want…” you began.

gepard let’s put a staggered breath now, unable to contain it any longer. his cock strains in his pants, finding it rather embarrassing how worked up you’ve got him from a few touches. he shuts his eyes, trying to keep a handle on himself before he completely crumbles, but your quiet voice beside his ear only pushes further to the edge.

“… to try your milk, geppie.”

it takes him a moment to register your words, still too caught up with your touches. “my… my milk?”

“from here.” you give his chest another squeeze, this time letting your thumb roll over his protruding buds. gepard sucks in a sharp breath, his abdomen quivering as you began to tease his nipples.

“i can’t—i don’t, i can’t …lactate… i don’t have m-milk.” he barely gets the words out, unable to help how his chest unconsciously pushes out, as if begging to have it teased more.

“are you sure? i think we should try.”

and before he knew it, you’ve already pushed his undershirt up, resting it on the tops of his chest with both his tits exposed to you now with his hardened nipples poking out at you, asking to be sucked on.

gepard can’t hold back the gasp he lets out, nor the low whine when your warm mouth envelops one of his nipples, slippery tongue massaging his sensitive buds. his hands gripped the table behind him, knowing it was taking his all and the table to keep him from falling to his knees.

you alternate between flicking and sucking on his nipple, your teeth biting down gently on the flesh around it, as if urging his milk to come out. and on the other side your hand continues to stimulate his chest, massaging and rolling his nipple between your fingers, getting it ready to be taken into your mouth.

“a-ah! wait..! that’s too…n-nngh.. s’ sensitive there, p-please…”

you looked up from your position, and with lips still wrapped tightly around his tits you took in the view. gepard’s skin was flushed all the way down his neck, he had leaned his head back, mouth hanging open as quiet whimpers fell from his lips.

so gorgeous, you released his nipple, watching as his body jolts with every lick you give it. his hitched breath as you sucked on the other side, warming it between your lips, you could feel it between your legs, an aching need beginning to pool.

even the way the bulge in his pants pressed against your belly, you know he isn’t even aware of how his own hips buck against your tummy, begging for some kind is stimulation. but you leave it be, knowing it isn’t long for his release. you can hear it in his voice, in his breath, even in the way his grip on the table tightens further.

you know it better than him, when you roll his sensitive nipple gently between you teeth, swollen from all the sucking. that his body would go completely stiff, hips and abdomen trembling from the intense pleasure as his mouth hang open with silent moans.

a damp patch begins to grow on the crotch of his pants, seeping into the fabric of your shirt. “you came a lot.”

gepard flinches slightly, cheeks growing even redder at your observation. “i… i apologise, i didn’t mean to dirty your clothes. forgive me.” he whispers, still a little out of breath.

“hm, don’t apologise, i don’t mind it one bit. it seems like you enjoyed that a lot, huh?” your fingers roll over the swollen buds, watching how he jolts with every touch.

“y-yes, it was quite… it felt good.” gepard smiles, moving to wrap his arms around you now.

“i didn’t manage to get any of your milk though, i think we’ll have to try again next time,” a cheeky smile forms on your face, “and next time, i think i have just the tool to help us get it.”

the silvermane captain sighs, a furious blush on his face as you mention wanting his milk again. for whatever reason it causes him to be aroused as you spoke about it, he didn’t want to think about it now.

[mattsmunch]

── 𐚁ྀི !　SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY.

matt sturniolo x reader

SUMMARY: when matt’s girlfriend, y/n, learns how to ride a horse and he can’t keep his eyes to himself.

WARNING: LOWERCASE, suggestive content !! fluff, established relationship, cowboy!matt x fem reader, mentions of a smaller build body, pet names! (baby, my girl) and i believe that’s all :)

REQUESTED?: no!

AUTHORS NOTE: THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORYLINE. i DONT allow any copying, “inspiration” or plagiarism. this is the plot BEFORE the smut (coming soon?) + NOT proof read, sorry for any typos :,)

WC: 6.8k

matt let out a frustrated huff as he tossed the saddle onto luna's back, buckling all the necessary straps and giving it a firm tug to make sure it was secure. the last thing he wanted was for y/n to fall off and lose interest in riding again. although he was a bit nervous, he was eager to share his passion for riding with his girlfriend.

y/n had very little knowledge about horses, apart from her boyfriend's passion for tending to and riding them. this was more than enough reason for her to spend a good few hours online shopping for a new wardrobe suitable for riding. the only issue was that her newly purchased clothing items were currently being altered to fit her smaller frame, but she was determined not to reschedule her date with her boyfriend. they had been apart for several days with minimal communication due to her job, and she missed him terribly.

y/n let out a soft sigh as she tugged gently on the small red ribbons that had been tied at the bottom ends of her braids, which she used to keep her face-framing pieces of hair out of the way. matt had emphasized the significance of maintaining a firm grip on the reins at all times, and she didn't want to give in to the urge to let go and push her bangs behind her ears as she often did. as she licked her lips nervously, the lingering taste of the wild cherry chapstick she'd applied earlier tingled on her tongue, causing her to involuntarily groan.

matt often teased her for her habit of consuming more chapstick than she used, due to her constant nervous ticks. without a second thought, she applied more of her lip balm, knowing that she wouldn’t be sporting her $250 cowboy boots on Matt’s farm just for shit’s n giggles, these boots were the result of her unwavering support for her best friend, nick, who was also the reason she had met the love of her life.

in the backseat of the Uber, y/n nervously rubbed her lips together and sent a text message to matt, letting him know she was almost there. as she reapplied the lip balm for the umpteenth time, she couldn’t understand why she was so anxious to see him after only four days apart. it dawned on her that their mutual attachment issues were likely to blame for the countless "i miss you’s" in every message they had exchanged.

she collected her belongings into the small bag she had initially been advised not to bring, but found it impractical to manage everything with just her hands. as the Uber arrived at the big red barn that was slowly fading in the sunlight, she bid farewell and thanked the driver, who had pulled up next to matt’s truck. she gave the old man a gentle wave as he backed out and drove away.

y/n’s ears were greeted with a chorus of sounds, from the soft hum of cicadas to the gentle moos that echoed from the cattle. with each step, the crunch of pebbles beneath her feet created a rhythmic melody. as she approached the big barn door, slightly open, the scent of animals engulfed her, causing her nose to twitch softly.

inside the barn, the atmosphere was filled with various sounds, from the soft neighing of horses to the gentle background music playing. y/n couldn't immediately spot matt but followed his voice to the back of the barn. as she turned the corner, she caught him gently resting his head against the most beautiful horse she had ever seen, whispering tender words to the animal.

“hi baby” she speaks softly, making sure not to startle the horse or matt.

matt's face immediately lit up with a bright smile as he noticed her approaching. he felt a warm rush of emotions - a mixture of happiness, relief, and excitement. he straightened up from the horse, his eyes locked on her as he took a few steps forward, his heart racing with joy.

"y/n," he called out her name, his voice filled with affection. "you're finally here."

he walked towards her, his stride quickened by his eagerness to be close to her. he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace, and breathed in her scent. "i missed you so much," he murmured, his voice muffled by her hair.

as y/n was wrapped in his warm embrace, a wave of comfort and happiness washed over her. she felt safe and protected in his arms, her heart beating a little faster as she drank in his familiar scent. her arms laced around his waist, and she buried her face against his chest, feeling contentment.

"i missed you," she mumbled, her voice slightly muffled by his shirt. "so much."

she pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes meeting his gaze. a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she gently ran her hands up his arms, relishing the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips.

"i can't believe we went four days without seeing each other," she joked, faking a pout. "i’m not sure i could ever do it again."

matt chuckled at her feigned pout, his expression softening. he moved one hand to gently caress her cheek, his touch tender and affectionate.

"oh, don’t worry," he teased back with a smile, "it’s not like I was counting down the days or anything."

he tugged her a little closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him. "but seriously," he continued, his voice growing quieter, "i did miss you. a lot."

upon hearing his honest words, y/n felt her heart skip a beat. she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair.

"i missed you too, more than i thought i would," she confessed, a small blush creeping up her cheeks.

pulling herself closer to him, if that was even possible, y/n felt a pang of longing mixed with excitement. "so," she murmured, her voice playful, "what do we do now?"

matt smiles down at her softly before leaning in, his lips molding against hers perfectly. as their lips met, a wave of electricity shot through y/n's body. she melted into the kiss, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on the nape of matt’s neck.

the world around them faded away, leaving only the sensations of their touch. his lips were warm, his breath was against her skin, and his scent enveloped her. it felt like coming home.

their kiss deepened, with matt gently tugging her impossibly closer. his hands roamed over her body, seemingly desperate to touch and feel every part of her. he savored the taste and feel of her kisses, his mind a blissful haze of desire and love.

y/n gently drew back, her soft giggle filling the air as she broke their passionate kiss. seizing this opportunity, matt allowed his gaze to unabashedly roam over her figure, taking in every captivating detail of her outfit. the vibrant red and white plaid print of her baby doll dress harmonized beautifully with her delicate brown cowboy boots. the lace ruffles of her socks peeked out subtly from the boot's edge, adding a touch of charming playfulness. the contrast between the scarlet ribbons and her milky skin, dotted with those adorable freckles that matt knew by heart, created an undeniably alluring spectacle.

matt began to gently tease her as he observed her outfit. "you know," he remarked with a grin, "i think you bought out the entire stock of horse riding attire but still ended up in one of your baby doll dresses."

he reached out, gently tugging on one of the ribbons tied in her braids. "which i love you in but i gotta ask, are you planning to ride the horses or just turn some heads in town?"

as matt teased her, y/n couldn't help but giggle at his playful remarks. she feigned annoyance as he tugged on the ribbon in her braid, but the smile on her lips betrayed her true feelings of amusement.

"oh, shut up," she said with a mock pout. "i'll have you know, this is the perfect horse riding outfit."

her expression turning slightly sheepish as matt fiddles with the hem of her dress. "actually," she began, "i did buy the proper riding clothes, but they didn't fit quite right. so i’m having them altered."

she glanced down at her current outfit, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "but i couldn't wait to see you. i missed you too much," she continued, her voice soft and honest.

matt’s expression softened as he listened to y/n's words. a wave of affection washed over him, knowing how eager she was to see him.

"you know you didn't have to rush," he said gently, a warm smile on his lips. "your comfort and safety on the horse are more important than anything else."

he reached out to take her hand, gently intertwining his fingers with hers. "but i totally understand the missing me part, who wouldn’t? "

y/n feigned a mock offended gasp as matt made his playful remark. "oh, please," she playfully retorted with a roll of her eyes. "of course, you'd say that. i bet you've started a fan club for yourself in town with the old ladies."

her expression softened as she teased him back, her grip on his hand tightening slightly.

matt laughed at y/n's comment, enjoying the banter between them. he led her over to the white horse he had been talking to earlier and gently ran his hand over its side.

"alright baby, since you’re here, i’d like you to meet luna," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "she’s our eldest mare and one of my favorite horses here."

as matt introduced y/n to luna, her eyes widened in awe, immediately captivated by the beauty of the white horse. a soft gasp escaped her lips as she gently reached out a hand to touch the mare's velvety snout.

"she’s absolutely gorgeous," y/n breathed, her voice filled with wonder. her fingers stroked the horse's soft fur, a genuine smile on her face. as y/n gently stroked luna’s snout, the horse seemed to respond positively, nuzzling into her hand and whinnying softly. it seemed as though the two had instantly formed a connection.

matt watched fondly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "looks like she likes you," he observed, clearly pleased with the interaction between y/n and the horse.

y/n’s face lit up with a wide grin as luna nuzzled her hand. she felt a rush of happiness and connection, thrilled that the horse seemed to like her.

"really?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement. "she’s so beautiful. i think I'm in love." she continued stroking the horse's fur, watching in awe as luna responded with another soft whine.

“ready to ride her?” matt ask softly, smiling at his girlfriend.

y/n turned to matt, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "absolutely," she replied, her voice filled with enthusiasm. she looked back at the horse, her heart filled with anticipation. "lead the way," she added, a small smile playing on her lips.

matt chuckled at her eagerness, his own excitement mirrored in his eyes. "alright then," he said, taking a step back. "you can mount her here."

he extended his joined hands, offering a supportive boost for y/n to climb onto the saddle.

with matt’s help, y/n smoothly mounted luna, settling comfortably on the saddle. she adjusted herself, feeling a mixture of anticipation and a hint of nervousness. she took a moment to feel the movement of the horse beneath her, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves.

as y/n settled on the saddle, her dress rode up slowly, revealing more of her smooth skin. matt couldn't help but observe the subtle movement, his thoughts growing a little less chaste.

but he gathered himself, pushing aside the temptation. instead, he focused on explaining how to hold the reins, showing her the proper grip and balance needed for control.

"here," he said, his voice a little hoarser than usual, "hold the reins in your dominant hand like this."

he carefully adjusted her grip, his touch gentle yet firm. he tried to ignore the way her skin felt beneath his fingers but found it increasingly challenging.

"make sure you have a gentle but firm grip," he continued, his gaze lingering on her hand a moment longer before looking up to meet her eyes. "luna will respond better if you're in control, but not too firm."

matt stood back a step, watching intently as y/n followed his instructions, her slender fingers adjusting to the reins in her hand. he was struck again by the way her dress had ridden up, the sight sending a wave of heat through his body. It took all his willpower to maintain his focus on the lesson.

"good," he managed to say, clearing his throat to hide the huskiness in his voice. "now, you'll want to use your legs and thighs to guide and communicate with luna, rather than just pulling on the reins."

matt moved to the side of the horse, his gaze traveling over her body once more before he could stop himself. he tried to keep his mind strictly on the task at hand as he continued explaining.

"think of your legs as a way to communicate with her. a gentle squeeze or shift can tell her what you want, no need to tug harshly."

matt moved behind the horse, taking a moment to take in the view. the way her dress clung to her body, revealing more of her toned thighs, was incredibly distracting. his knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, struggling to maintain his composure.

y/n nodded, listening intently to matt’s instructions, yet somehow completely oblivious to the effect she was having on him. she focused on the feel of the horse beneath her, the softness of the reins in her hands, and the steady rhythm of luna’s breathing.

"got it," she replied, her voice soft but determined. "so it's more about subtlety and communication, not brute force, right?"

matt swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the expanse of her exposed thighs. he knew he should be focusing on the lesson, but the sight of her in that dress, sitting on the horse, was making it nearly impossible.

"exactly ," he said, his voice a tad strained. "less is more. it’s about working with luna, not against her."

"alright," matt said, taking a moment to compose himself. "i’ll walk next to you at first. just get comfortable with luna and the reins. once you feel more confident, i’ll mount my own horse and we can head on a trail."

y/n smiled, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "sounds good," she replied, her voice slightly shaky. "i’ll just take it slow and get the hang of things first.

she gently squeezed her thighs against luna’s sides, taking matt’s cue to start walking.

matt set off at a slow pace, his eyes constantly flitting between y/n and the scenery surrounding them. every now and then, his gaze would drop to her thighs, the way the reins were threaded through her hands, the soft sway of her body as she moved with luna.

as y/n settled into the rhythm of moving with luna, matt’s thoughts began to drift towards less chaste territory. the natural sway of her hips, each movement bringing back vivid memories of their intimate moments together, sent a wave of heat through his body.

he tried to keep his mind focused on walking, taking deep breaths to control his own body's reaction to her subtle movements. he couldn't deny the effect she had on him.

while the sight of her was stirring his desire, the part of him that had been missing her greatly also felt a wave of affection. he found it endearing, this innocent but unknowingly seductive display from his girlfriend.

he continued to walk beside her, forcing his gaze away from her thighs and back to the path ahead, counting the moments till he could mount his own horse and regain some control.

y/nwas blissfully unaware of the effect she was having on matt, focusing solely on getting used to riding luna. she gently guided the horse, occasionally looking down at the reins in her hands and the way her thighs squeezed against the horse's sides.

"i think i’m getting the hang of this," she said, her voice filled with a mix of pride and wonder. "she moves so effortlessly."

matt cleared his throat, trying to distract himself from his increasingly amorous thoughts. "yeah, she's well-trained," he said, his voice still carrying a hint of huskiness. "just keep doing what you're doing. you’re doing great."

the rhythmic motion of luna’s stride didn't help his situation, each movement bringing back memories that only heightened his desire. he took a deep breath, forcing himself to look at the scenery around them rather than at her.

after a couple of rounds of practice, y/n started to feel more confident on luna. matt led them back to the barn, a smirk on his face. he quickly mounted his own horse, a black gelding named newt.

"ready?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder at y/n with a challenging gleam in his eye.

y/n smiled back, her eyes filled with determination. "definitely," she responded, her voice steady. she adjusted her grip on the reins, her thighs once again drawing matt’s gaze.

matt tore his eyes away, his mind once again filled with inappropriate thoughts. he needed to focus, both for the ride and to keep his desires in check.

"alright," he said, his voice strained. "just follow me, and keep up the communication with luna."

as they rode down the trail, the peaceful ambiance of nature surrounded them. the soft chatter between them was punctuated by the gentle buzz of insects and the steady rhythm of the horses' hoofs hitting the ground. the ride brought a sense of comfort and familiarity to matt, and he stole glances back at y/n every now and then, admiring the way she moved with luna.

the ride was a mix of breathtaking views, quiet contemplation, and a hint of lingering tension. matt would point out little things he found beautiful or interesting, while y/n took everything in, her eyes filled with wonder. the longer they rode, the more difficult it became for matt to ignore the way y/n's thighs gripped the horse, her body moving in time with the animal.

each dip and curve in the trail seemed to only highlight the way she sat on luna, each motion sending a wave of desire through matt's body. he fought to maintain his composure, trying to focus on the landscape around them and not the sight he was becoming increasingly tempted to indulge in.

as they continued down the path, the trees began to thin out, revealing a clearing with a small, shimmering pond behind a fence. matt slowed his horse to a halt, a small smile on his face.

"we’ll stop here," he said, dismounting from his horse.

matt grips both hands on the fence as he climbs over it, a chuckle falling from his lips as he landed on the other side of the fence, watching as y/n seemed to be stuck trying to figure out how to dismount.

he leaned against the fence, waiting for her to join him. "having trouble there?" he teased, a playful smile on his lips.

y/n huffed, her face a mix of frustration and determination. she tried to swing her leg over the horse's flank, but it got a bit tangled in her dress, causing her to lose her balance and almost fall.

she eventually managed to dismount luna, although a bit less gracefully than she would have liked. she shot a glare at matt as she approached the fence.

matt chuckled again, enjoying her determination. "see baby? you got it," he joked, holding out a hand to help her climb over the fence. y/n stuck her tongue out at him in response, climbing over the fence with his help. she landed on the other side, her cheeks flushed with a mix of exertion and embarrassment.

“did you do that?” y/n ask shyly about the picnic basket and blanket set up. matt chuckled at y/n's question, the shyness in her voice making his heart skip a beat. he nodded, gesturing towards the picnic area.

"yeah, i set this up for us," he admitted, a small hint of pride in his voice. "i thought we could have a little picnic lunch here, take a break from riding before we head back."

y/n smiles widely as matt led her over to the blanket spread out on the grass, the soft fabric contrasting with the rough texture of the grass. he motioned for her to sit down, his eyes fixed on her.

y/n took a seat on the blanket, the grass still dewy beneath her legs. she looked around at the peaceful surroundings, the pond in the background shimmering in the morning light.

"it’s beautiful here," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "how’d you get the food here?” she giggles, opening the picnic basket.

matt smiled widely at her question, the sound of her giggling making his heart skip a beat. "well," he said, feigning offense, "i didn't carry it all myself, if that's what you're asking."

be settled down beside her, a playful glint in his eye. "i had some help from my trusty horse, of course."

y/n rolls her eyes playfully, “so you came out here earlier?”

matt nodded, his smile still in place. "yeah, i came out here earlier this morning to set everything up."

he looked over at the picnic basket, a small sense of pride in his eyes. "had to make sure everything was perfect for my girl."

y/n’s heart fluttered at his words. "aww," she said, her voice filled with genuine sweetness. "you didn't have to do all this for me, but i really appreciate it."

she leaned over and gently bumped her shoulder against his, her eyes filled with affection.

matt smiled again, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. "of course i did," he said, his voice low and sincere. "you’re worth every bit of effort, and i wanted to do something special for you."

he let his gaze travel over her face, studying her features as if committing them to memory. "besides," he continued, a hint of teasing in his voice, "i have a feeling you'll enjoy what i packed for lunch."

y/n raised an eyebrow in curiosity, turning to look at the picnic basket again. "oh really?" she said, her voice a mix of anticipation and skepticism. "and what's in here that you think i'll love so much?"

matt chuckled, clearly enjoying the suspense he was creating. he reached into the basket, pulling out a container filled with a variety of fruits, cheese, and crackers.

"here," he said, placing the container into her hands. "take a look." he watched as she opened the container, a gasp escaping her lips at the sight of the fresh, colorful fruits arranged inside.

y/n's eyes widened as she took in the array of fruits – sweet strawberries, ripe grapes, and perfectly ripened kiwi. she looked up at matt, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "oh so you do know me” she teases.

matt chuckled, his expression shifting to one of mock offense. "of course I know you," he said, feigning annoyance. "do you think so little of me that you'd think i just randomly picked fresh fruits for a picnic?”

he bumped her shoulder again, his hand still resting on her back. "i know you like berries and juicy fruits," he said, "so of course i made sure to find the freshest ones i could."

y/n laughed, shoving him playfully. "okay, okay, you get points for knowing me," she admitted, a smile on her face. "you really went all out for this picnic, didn't you?"

matt rolls his eyes playfully, nodding his head. after their little banter, matt and y/n settled in to enjoy their picnic, chatting and catching up as they consumed the food. they talked about everything that had happened in the four days they were apart - stories from work, friends' news, and even simple observations about their surroundings.

while they talked, the horses grazed in the background, occasionally neighing softly as if joining in on the conversation. the sun was warm, its light filtering through the trees and casting dappled patterns on their faces.

after a while, matt surveyed their surroundings, noting the sun's position in the sky. he cleared his throat, catching y/n's attention.

"hey," he said, his voice soft. "i think it's about time we head back. the sun will start setting soon."

he stood up, offering a hand to help her up from the ground. "we don't want to be out here in the dark," he said, a hint of concern in his voice. "plus, i have something else planned for us once we get back."

y/n took his offered hand, standing up next to him and brushing off her dress. she glanced up at him, curiosity piqued by his words. "something else planned?" she asked, a small smile on her face.

matt smirked, the mystery evident in his expression. "you'll see," he said cryptically, gathering up their picnic supplies and returning them to the basket.

y/n's curiosity grew as she watched him pack up, her mind racing with possibilities of what he could have up his sleeve. she tried to ask a few times, but matt only teased her with vague hints and promises that she would see soon enough.

after everything was packed up, matt picked up the basket and slung it over his arm, taking her hand and leading her back to the horses. he helped her mount luna, making sure she was comfortable before mounting his own horse.

"ready to go?" he asked, glancing back at her with a smirk on his face. he already knew the answer, but he liked playing coy. y/n chuckled, rolling her eyes at his behavior. "yes, I'm ready," she replied, a hint of feigned annoyance in her voice.

“can you please tell me what this 'surprise' is already?"

matt laughed, enjoying the fact that he was keeping her in suspense. "patience, my dear," he said, exaggerating his tone. "all will be revealed in good time."

with that, he clicked his tongue softly, the horse setting off at a steady pace. y/n followed behind, still a little frustrated by his refusal to give any details, but also intrigued by his air of secrecy.

once they reached the barn, matt helped y/n dismount this time. showing her how to take the saddles and equipment off the horse and where to put it in the barn. y/n huffs as she realizes just how heavy the saddle really is, dropping it on the rack with a huff.

matt chuckled at y/n's huff of frustration, watching as she dropped the saddle on the rack with a thud. "don’t worry," he said, reassuringly. "you'll get used to it after a while."

he helped her with the rest of the equipment, showing her where to hang the bridles and put the grooming supplies away. once everything was put away, he turned to her with a smile.

“you did great, by the way," he said, his voice sincere. "i’m glad you decided to do this with me baby.”

"now," he continued, gesturing for her to follow him. "ready to see this 'surprise' i’ve been hinting at?"

y/n took a deep breath, her curiosity getting the better of her. she nodded, following him towards the barn door. "yes, i'm ready," she said, a mix of anticipation and hesitation in her voice.

matt led her out of the barn and towards the back where a small cabin was hidden in the trees. their shoes crunching softly on the gravel path. the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the landscape, and the air had cooled down a bit, with a hint of a breeze.

"just a little further," he said, his voice sounding a bit mischievous.

as they approached the cabin, y/n couldn't help but wonder what surprise matt had in store for her. she glanced at his profile, the excitement and nervousness mixing inside her.

they reached the cabin deck, and matt turned to face her, his expression enigmatic. "close your eyes," he said, his voice soft.

y/n's heart skipped a beat at his words. she hesitated for a moment, then closed her eyes, her other senses heightened in anticipation. matt guided her gently up the steps and onto the deck.

"just a few more steps," he whispered, his hand on her back. then, suddenly, he stopped her, his body close to hers.

y/n's heart raced in her chest. the closeness of matt’s body and the anticipation of what was to come made her skin tingle. she resisted the urge to peek, keeping her eyes tightly shut as instructed.

matt took a moment to admire the look on her face—her eyelashes fluttering, her cheeks flushed pink, her lips slightly parted in anticipation. he gently took her hand and positioned her so that she was facing something inside the cabin.

“okay," he whispered, his breath warm on her ear, "you can open your eyes now."

y/n slowly opened her eyes, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the sight in front of her. inside the cabin, the lights were dimmed, and the space was filled with the soft glow of candlelight. the furniture had been rearranged to create a cozy sitting area, and there was a small table set with with plates full of different snacks.

"oh, matt," she breathed, her voice filled with surprise and delight. "it’s beautiful..."

matt smiled, his gaze flicking from her face to the room and back. "i thought you'd like it," he said, his voice soft. "i wanted to create a nice atmosphere for our little reunion.”

he led her into the cabin, gesturing for her to take a seat on the small couch. he sat down beside her, his body still close enough to hers to send shivers down her spine.

y/n took a moment to really look at matt - the way the soft candlelight played over his features, making his eyes twinkle and casting shadows across his cheeks. his presence was magnetic, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. she couldn't help but notice the way his shoulders filled out his shirt, and her thighs clenched involuntarily as she sat next to him on the small couch.

she tried to maintain her composure, feeling a little overwhelmed by the combination of the romantic atmosphere and being in such close proximity to matt. the butterflies in her stomach fluttered like mad as she took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

matt leaned back against the couch, shifting a little to face her. "so," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "what movie do you want to watch?"

y/n couldn't help but feel a little flustered as Matt casually draped his arm over the back of the couch, his hand mere inches from her shoulder. she mentally chided herself, asking why her boyfriend of many years could still send her butterflies reeling with such small actions. it was like she was back in school again, experiencing a crush for the very first time.

she tried to play it cool, shifting her position a little and focusing on the task at hand - picking a movie to watch. but she couldn't help the way her heart quickened as she caught a whiff of his cologne, or the way her fingers itched to reach out and touch his hand.

she cleared her throat, hoping her voice wouldn't betray the sudden wave of nervousness she felt. "i’m not picky," she said, her voice a little huskier than she'd intended. "you can pick whichever you want."

matt grinned at her response, sensing her nervousness. he liked that despite being together for a long time, he still had this effect on her. he shifted his arm a little, his hand now lightly resting against her shoulder, his fingertips grazing the bare skin just above the collar of her shirt.

matt chuckled at her response, his fingers tracing small circles on her shoulder. "this night is all about you," he said, his voice low and smooth. "i know we already did the horse riding for me today, but that doesn't mean i can't pamper my girl a little bit."

he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, his touch firm and reassuring. "so tell me what you want. do you want to watch a movie, listen to music, or just sit and talk?"

y/n's breath hitched in her throat as she watched matt's tongue dart out to moisten his bottom lip, her gaze fixated on the simple, but erotic gesture. her mind flitted between making a smart-alec remark and just leaning over to kiss him senseless. she swallowed, trying to gather her thoughts, but her voice came out a little breathier than she intended.

"I...I don't mind," she said, her voice betraying a bit of her inner turbulence.

she shifted uncomfortably on the couch, her body heating up from his proximity and the anticipation of what might happen next. she was torn between wanting to keep things light and platonic, and the growing desire to just throw caution to the wind and act on the need she felt pooling in her core.

matt seemed to sense her internal struggle, and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. he leaned in a little closer, his hand moving to rest on her thigh, his warm touch sending shivers down her spine.

"you okay baby?" he teased, his voice dropping a half octave. "is everything alright?"

y/n gave a small, nervous laugh, trying to ignore the shivers his touch was sending through her system. "yeah, I'm fine," she said, her voice a little shaky. "just...a little distracted, i guess."

she swallowed, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze, the desire to lean into his touch almost overwhelming.

y/n was feeling a myriad of emotions. there was the ever-present fondness and comfort that she normally felt around matt, but now there was a new layer of tension and desire. his proximity, his touch, his voice - it all served to send her system into overdrive.

she was trying to act cool and nonchalant, but it was difficult when all she wanted to do was crawl into his lap and show him how much she missed him. y/n was fighting a losing battle. the desire to close the small gap between them and show him just how much she missed him was getting stronger with each passing moment. she could feel her body reacting to his every small movement, her skin sensitive to the slightest brush of his fingertips on her thigh.

she took a deep, shaky breath, her eyes locking with his. "i...i've missed you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"it's been a long week..." she continued, her voice getting huskier with each word. "i've been thinking about you non-stop. and now...now that you're here, i just--"

she trailed off, her words cut short as she felt his thumb gently stroke her thigh, the simple touch sending a wave of heat through her body.

matt listened intently, his smile growing slightly as he sensed her growing need. he could feel the heat of her skin on his hand, the softness of her thighs as he gently stroked them. her familiar scent, a mix of her perfume and the unique, personal scent that was inherently her, sent his hormones into overdrive.

he could tell she was struggling to maintain her composure, and part of him wanted to press further, to tease and push and see how much she could take. but another part of him wanted to stay in this moment, to savor the tension between them.

he kept his voice calm and casual, disguising the storm of desire brewing inside. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice a little raspier than he'd intended. "what exactly have you been thinking, hmm?"

his hand continued to move slowly over her thigh, his touch gentle but firm, the heat from her skin through the thin fabric of her pants driving him wild.

she looked up him, her eyes wide and a little vulnerable. he could see the mix emotions in them, her desire warring with her usual hesitations. "i’ve just...," she started, her voice trailing off as his fingers moved a little higher up her leg.

"i’ve just been thinking...about you," she continued, her words coming out in a whisper. "about us. about how much i've missed being with you like this."

matt's hand continued to move, his touch growing a little more possessive as he shifted on the sofa, bringing himself closer to her. "i’ve missed you too," he said, his voice a low grumble. "you have no idea how hard it's been this week."

matt laughed, a little huskily, his hand inching higher on her thigh. "let’s just say i didn't mind watching you ride the horse earlier," he said, his voice a low rumble. "especially when i got to watch that pretty little dress ride up your thighs every time you moved.

y/n's eyes widened at his confession, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink. she was caught somewhere between surprise, embarrassment, and...desire. she hadn't realized her dress had been riding up as she rode the horse earlier, and the thought of matt watching her without her knowing sent a thrill through her.

"you saw that?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

matt chuckled, clearly enjoying her reaction. "oh, i saw it," he said, his hand continuing to make small, slow circles on her thigh. "how could i not? you were moving your hips in just the right way."

y/n laughed nervously, her mind immediately flicking back to their earlier ride. she hadn't been thinking about her movements, just focusing on staying balanced on the horse. to know that Matt had been watching her, noticing every little movement, was both humiliating and strangely arousing.

she looked at him, her gaze a mix of sheepishness and amusement. "i didn't mean to give you a show," she teased, her voice a little wobbly. "i was just trying to stay on the horse."

matt’s smile widened at her response, clearly enjoying her reaction. "and you did great," he murmured, his hand now gently squeezing her thigh.

"you looked...amazing."

his voice was low, filled with a mixture of appreciation and desire. "you always look amazing," he clarified, his tone growing a little huskier. "but there was something about watching you on that horse...it was like every movement you made was a tease."

y/n's head was swimming, her body responding to his words in a way she wasn't prepared for. "a tease, huh?" she said, trying to keep her voice light despite the desire coursing through her.

she shifted a little on the couch, her body unconsciously moving closer to his, the heat between them growing palpable.

her voice was a little breathless, betraying the effect his words were having on her. "well...i guess i can't help it if i have a certain effect on you," she said, a hint of a flirt in her voice. "especially if you're watching me so closely."

he leaned in a little closer, his face now just inches from hers. "and i’m going to keep watching," he continued, his voice a rumbling whisper. "so don't be surprised if your every move starts to feel like a teaser."

his hand moved higher up her leg, his fingers skimming over the edge of her panties, a thrill shooting through her body at the contact.

"especially if you keep moving like that," he mumbled, his breath hot against her ear.

y/n shivered at the sensation, her body hyper-sensitive to his touch. "you...you're enjoying this a little too much," she said, her voice a little shaky.

matt's fingers continued to tease at the edge of her panties waistband, his pointer finger slipping under slowly. y/n gasped quietly, her knees widening involuntarily, allowing his hand to explore further. He chuckled, enjoying the effect he was having on her.

his hand then moved out of the waistband, but not before gently caressing her skin with his finger. "don’t worry," he murmured, his voice a low grumble. "i’m going to enjoy this a lot more soon enough."

his hand slid back up her thigh, his touch possessive. "but for now, i think i'm going to keep touching you, just to see how many more pretty noises i can get out of you."

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Breeding ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧ Stock

Shouto Todoroki x Cowgirl!Reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Feel free to send me an ask and I’ll write it for you! Remeber to check the rules first.

CONTENTS: smut, breeding (duh), pussy pounding (teehee), hybrids, talks of past abuse, lactation kink, shouto is like in his late 20, early 30s, loss of virginity, master/pet dynamics, oral (f reciev.) Word Count: 2.7k (Proofread! :D)

It seems like people like you are not so lucky as humans. Humans get to do whatever they want, whenever they want, and it’s not fair. Being strapped in a cage all day long.. waiting for someone to take you home n’ milk you dry, maybe breed you.

Breed... you hated that word. You just wanted a life where you could be free, and not have to worry about being someone’s pet. Unfortunately for you, you were one of the best stocks in the farm. The freshest of milk, and the prettiest of faces. This meant that you were being dragged for display almost every time a rich, old buyer came around, flaunting your pretty tits and perky nipples through the thin fabric of your white dress. Praying that the price tag clipped to your ear will be enough to drive them away... sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes the buyers will get a little too close, so when they get a bite on the finger or arm and they scurry away, a few lashes at your behind is better than staying with those creeps.

One day, though, another rich man comes inside... he’s a handsome man, and looks way more decent then the crooks that usually come in the store. You hear one of the clerks scurry in his direction-

..”Oh my! Hello good sir! What are you in for today?”

“I’m here to purchase a cow.”

“Oh! I see. Is there any type you are interested in?”

“...Your best cow.”

A pair of heavy footsteps were walking to your cage, but you didn’t pay any mind to it, too engrossed in your own thoughts. You were always so shaky during a time like this, what if the price, or a bite on the arm, isn’t enough to drive them away? You can’t stay here forever...

“I’ll take her.”

Your head perked up immediately.

“O-oh! Are you sure you want to buy her? You haven’t even touched her ye-”

“I said I’ll take her. Do I need to repeat myself again?”

“Of course not sure! The price is 300,000 yen. She’s of high value.”

You looked the man in the eyes, his gaze softened when he met your eyes, maybe because they were currently filled with fear.

His eyes met the clerk again.

“...Seems fair. Lead me to the paperwork. If there's anything else I need to know, do tell me.”

...

You were terrified.

This man was large, and could easily overpower you. You stood no chance against him, so you stayed quiet and timid in the back of his car.

“Where...where going?” Dumb thing. Could barely manage to understand a few words.

“..We are heading home. You won’t be familiar, but don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”

Home? You have never had a home before, always stuck in the cage. He said it so gently too, maybe it’s worthless to be so panicky.. he seems sincere.

“Moo..”

...

When he pulled into the driveway, you expected to be dragged into the house, but he held you so softly. So gentle then you felt almost compelled to follow him, and that's what you did.

“Hungry..”

“You’re hungry, hm? What do you usually eat?”

“..Moo?”

He sighed. He wasn’t going to get very far when it came to communication. It seemed as though you could only understand basic words. The man fed you plenty of fresh strawberries, and kiwi. Much to your delight, since all you ate back at the farm was slop filled with hormone inducing protein.

“Who?” Is what you asked him. If you were going to stay here, you at least needed a name. “Shouto, is my name.”

“Sho...shoto..?”

“Yes, you got it.”

Shouto. That was his name. It’s not very hard to pronounce either.

It started to get late, and you had a hobby of following him wherever he went. He could tell by the clank of the cowbell he placed around your neck.

“Sleep?” He assumed you were tired after the trip. You followed him around to this somewhat pile of pillows and a blanket. It was soft, but still sturdy, since it was placed on the floor.

...

The next morning was filled with ache. You felt so heavy. Practically dragging across the floor into his room where he slept. You stared up at him and whined until he started to stir.

“Mmm..what is it?”

“Hurts.” It did hurt, the ache in your hard breasts was hard to ignore at this point. Milk threatening to spill all over and make a mess on the floor if you moved the wrong way.

“Right. I know, come here...”

He pulled down the top of your dress, and your breasts spilled over. He gently grabbed one, and sucked.

It was such a strange feeling.. it was reliving, but your nipples were so sensitive, you couldn't help but whine whenever he sucked so hard. The rich, warm milk flowed into his mouth, and when he began to coax you into his bed, you flinched a little.

“No... no breed.”

“No?” He was rather confused. One the papers and documentaries he read prior, it seemed that almost all cows loved to be bred and filled to the brim. It seemed you were the exception though. It was understandable though, and he wasn’t going to make you do anything you weren’t uncomfortable with, yet.

“Alright. Are you feeling better?” 

You nodded. You were still sleepy though, since it was still early in the morning. You snuggled up against him, much to his surprise. Seems like you like his mattress more than the floor.

“Nuh-uh. You need a bath before you can get in my bed, missy.”

“Huff.”

...

It was around 9AM now. This bath was a lot more soothing then you thought it would be. While you were marveling at the bubbles in the bath, Shouto sat at the edge, but he was internally struggling a bit...

Your body looked amazing.

The way droplets of water ran from your hair into the crevice of your breasts. When you lifted yourself up a bit to get out of the water, he could see the fat of your ass, and even a little peek at your cunt too <3.

Shouto wasn't aware of what you were doing right now, probably wandering around the house, but he wasn't worried about that recently. Right now, he wanted to figure out how to make you more.. comfortable. You had pushed away his advance to fuck you earlier, and he was currently fighting the urge to find you bend you over, but that's not very comforting. He understood that you had just gotten here, and it was a very sudden change.

After a while, he decided that the best course of action was patience, and to let you feel a little more at home via gifts or just exploration. He had gotten you a pretty decorated bell that went around your neck, and would let you snuggle with him on his bed as long as you showered or didn't run around in the grass looking for butterflies in his garden. His bed was very soft, and you cried and whined at him whenever it was time to get up.

After a week of being there, you felt a lot more at home. You were able to get down the basic layout of the house now, so you no longer got lost. It was a very large house, and so you would wail for Shouto, so he could come find wherever you were.

It was late into the evening now. You once again lay in Shouto's large garden tub, Shouto was also in the tub behind you, gently scrubbing away the mud on your shoulders, you were extra dirty after planting face-first into the ground. You tripped over yourself after trying to snatch a pretty monarch butterfly. Shouto helped you with wiping the dirt off your face when he found you, but still got himself dirty in the process thanks to you swinging your muddy tail around.

...Once you were finally clean in the tub, that's when Shouto decided to advance. He pressed you back onto his chest, and placed his hand on the lower part of your stomach. You tilted your head to look at him, curious to see what he was doing. You shuddered slightly when he pressed his lips on your neck, right above your collarbone. You tensed when he started to suckle on your neck, so he used his other hand to caress your thigh, and lifted it upward to hand over the edge of the tub, he did the same with the other leg. Your legs were now draped over the tub, giving him access to your more intimate area. He stopped sucking on your neck and again placed his hand on your lower stomach, sliding down very slowly. He whispered in your ear when you started to whimper; "Shhh, I promise I'll take good care of you. Just relax for me.'' You started to melt in his hands, he's taken good care of you ever since you got here, so you should be able to trust him. You were just scared. Scared because of the things you witnessed back at that old barn. Looking at Shouto's different colored eyes makes everything numb, so you nodded at him. He softly smiled at you, and slid his hand on top of your cunt. You stiffened slightly, so he didn’t toy with you just yet, he wanted you to get comfortable first. When Shouto felt you slightly relax into his arms, he smiled at your soft whimper, because now he had placed a calloused finger onto your swollen clit, rubbing in slow circles.

“How’s that feeling, baby?” He was taunting you now, his fingers slowly picking up the pace, stilling you with his other hand when you started grinding your hips into his fingers. “Ah….ah..” You were really trying, you were. Nothing was coming out of your mouth coherent enough for him to understand, but it was enough to make him chuckle at your attempts, a simple puff of air from his nose.

The fingers on your clit were relentless now, the circles had gotten faster, and it was hard not to buck away from his touches. Something in your core was aching to be let out, but you had no idea what it was. Your whimpers turned to soft moans, and soft moans turned into a mixture of inaudible pleas, hiccuped sobs, and loud whines. You didn’t know what you were begging for, but Shouto did. You were on the edge, you slammed your eyes shut in preparation for what was about to happen, but it never came. A disappointed noise came from your lips, and Shouto let out a light laugh at your pouty face. “Don’t worry my dear, I’ll take care of you soon enough.” He pressed a kiss to your ear and whispered something that made you shudder;

“I want you to cum on my cock, love.” With that, he lifted you from the tub, earning him a squeak from you. Using the heat of his body to dry you both at an unfathomable speed, and when he deemed you “dry” enough, he hoisted you over his shoulder and dropped you on the edge of the bed in a playful manner. He gave you no room to complain or whine at him, and instead dragged your rear towards his face as he kneeled down on the floor. Your mouth was opened to protest, but before you could manage to get a word in, your thoughts changed immediately as his mouth started to suckle on your clit. Instead, you let out a loud moan at his ministrations.

He hummed in content at your cries, and the vibrations furthered your pleasure. After a minute, he slid his index finger into your walls, curling upwards in hopes to find that soft spot, and he did. You threw your head backwards, and let out a cry of pleasure. When he deemed you wet enough, he placed another finger in. Curling up into that soft spot in your cunt, and he picked up a nice rhythm too. He curled his fingers particularly hard, which made you slam your hand over your mouth, much to his displeasure. He stood up from his position and pulled you upwards into the pillows of the bed, your legs now bent over his shoulders. He tilted your chin upwards when you tried to look down to see what was about to go inside you, however he wouldn’t let you. If you did see it, you’d probably freak out by how large it was, so it was best to avoid that. 

“You’re still so shaky, sweetie. I promise I’ll be very gentle with you, yeah? I don’t want to break you after all.” He smiled down at you when you nodded at him, your teeth biting at your plush lips and eyes slamming shut as you felt the rather large tip of his length prodding at your entrance. “Shh.. hey, you're okay. Look at me. I want to see the look in your eyes as I’m deep inside you, love.” As your eyes slowly opened you decided to grip at the sheets instead, if you bit your lip too hard it would bleed. He buried his face into your neck, as he couldn’t contain his groans and grunts either, opting to release them into your neck, his breath on your collarbone sending shivers down your spine, you could feel him gripping the sheets, and you could feel his cock prodding deeper into your sopping pussy. It hurt, it really did, but it was hard to focus on the pain when he held you so softly.

You had never felt any type of affection in your life, back at that barn. This pain was nothing compared to the lashes you used to receive back there whenever you made any type of mistake. His love was foreign to you, his touches, his affection. It was not what you expected when you first came here. You had thought he was like the others, he’d take, take and take some more until there was nothing left of you. To your surprise however he was giving you something. Giving you food, love, affection, something you’d never thought you would receive. This pain was nothing, nothing at all.

You weren’t really given any room to think when the pain did subside.

Pleasure. Pleasure in its rawest, most carnal form. It was something you never felt up until now. It was like electricity, flowing up and down every vein in your body, it was the only thing you could focus on, if you tried to focus on anything else you might break into pieces. Shouto was saying something, but it was drowned out by your cries. Everything seemed like a blur, the noises of your skin slapping together, your moaning, his grunts, all of it was hazy, other than the overwhelming sensation in between your legs.

Panic crawled its way up your spine when that sensation got a little too intense to handle, that feeling from earlier, something wanting to snap inside. Your breathing got sporadic and irregular, and Shouto noticed and hushed you.

“Hey.. it’s okay. Let go for me, yeah? I got you, you’re safe.”

You tried to plead with him, with the little English you were taught, but he wasn’t having it. He knew what was best for you, afterall.

You tried too hard to hold it in, but when he placed his fingers on your clit again, you knew you couldn’t contain it any longer.

You opened your mouth in a silent scream, head thrown back, your hair a mess, and nails raking at his back.                                   .. and then everything went quiet for a while.

Your eyes felt heavy when you woke up. You weren’t out for long, it was still early into the night, the moon still shone in the same place as when you and Shouto were- oh.“Hi, sleepyhead.” You jumped slightly as the voice beside you, groggy and yet still full of love. Shouto’s hair is a mess, just like yours. Instead of speaking, you instead decided to nuzzle your face into his neck, and he replied with a hum. He kissed your forehead and stroked your back, it couldn’t be any better than this. All those years of isolation and abandonment, you have finally found something good, someone good in your life. You couldn’t bear to see him leave you.

Shouto was about half asleep when his ears perked up to the sound of someone sniveling, it was you. You were crying, in his arms. He pulled your face out, as it was still buried in his neck, and examined your watery eyes and red puffy cheeks with a frown on his face.

“Please… don’t leave me.”

He smiled softly at you, kissing your tears away. “I won’t ever leave you, I promise.”

With that, you both fell asleep. Even though you were a cow, you were still a girl. You had at least half the mind to think of girly things, which included dreaming of what you and Shouto’s kids would look like, and what you would name them. 

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The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader

Blurb 2: Too Fast

I'M ALIVE! Thank you all for your patience :) I've had so many big life changes in the last four months (and in the coming months) - it's hard being an adult, people. I've been traveling (mainly visiting @lethalchiralium a bunch <3), planning a big move, looking to land a new job...all the things. Anyway! Please enjoy. Blessed be, and Happy Yuletide!

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“Si…”

“Hm?”

“He’s getting too big.”

Simon turned his chair slightly away from his desk to peek over his shoulder. In the doorway to their office stood Freyja with a six-month-old Arthur on her arm, clad in a cow-print onesie. The little hood was pulled up over his head, sporting fluffy little ears on top, along with a pair of horns. 

He just about melted when Frey pouted at him and sniffled, rubbing their son’s back. Simon was up in an instant, padding across the carpet to stand by her side, a soft, sympathetic smile gracing his features. He bent his head a little and attempted to get the baby’s attention, gently brushing his back with his fingers “Art. Artie…” he hummed, the last syllable drawn out a bit. “Look at Dada, Art.”

Arthur did eventually turn his head, after a moment, preoccupied with gumming his toy and confused by the interruption. The hood that used to hang over his face and block his vision now sat snug on his fine hair. There was no need to adjust it back to meet his big, curious eyes. 

“Hi, pup.”

Simon wasn’t his preferred parent by any means; that privilege was reserved for his mum. Still, on seeing a familiar face, the baby smiled around his teething ring, and his fat cheeks chubbed up as he cooed and wiggled in Freyja’s hold. He pressed his hand between the two, his palm against Arthur’s chest, and took the infant onto his forearm, his little back against his chest. 

Simon let out a dramatic huff, kissed Art’s head, then patted his belly. “Oh, yeah,” he said, giving his wife a playful look. “Look at those big, manly legs of yours. Thing’s a bit tight on ye, now.”

The baby craned his neck, trying to look back at his dad as he spoke, and quickly getting frustrated and crying out. Simon chuckled and turned him around, supporting his neck and peppering kisses on Art’s rosy cheek. When he was satisfied, he leaned down for a quick kiss from Freyja.

“It lasted longer than I thought it would. He’s nearly busting out of it.”

“Simon!”

“What? He’s six months old, Freyja. He’s been wearing it since he was born. Oversized, might I add.”

“Shut up. It’s my favorite. My little moo cow.” 

“We can buy him a new one.”

“He’s growing too fast. I hate it.”

Don’t I know it?

To Simon, it felt like Artie had only been born yesterday. Where did the baby in front of him, who was sitting up on his own and already using a sign or two, come from? He had no idea, couldn’t say where the time went. God forbid he blinks, and suddenly he’ll be walking and chasing after his sister-

No. It’s fine. That’s what babies do, yeah? They start eating solids, learn to crawl, then walk. Then they go to their first day of primary school, then…secondary…

Stop it.

He settled for a soft, “I know, love.”

Arthur cooed up at him again, a sound known to pull easy smiles from the man. He would listen to it forever, if he could. 

“Yeah? Do you like that idea?” Simon asked, tracing patterns on Art’s back with his fingers again. “Do you want a new cow onesie?” A little smile from Art. “Alright, pup. Dad will get you one.”

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[transboysaremagic]

more writing about tboys being hucows!!

a pretty boy being tied up, hunched over a metal milking contraption with his neck set in place and his breasts dangling. his owner comes up to him, grabbing his face as the boy blushes.

“what a pretty cow you are,” the farmer says, smirking at you. “such a pretty thing for a ‘boy.’ think your pretty udders can take a milking?” you can barely make eye contact, instead dropping your head to avoid his penetrating stare.

he quickly rubs some oil on his hands, coming back over and roughly grabbing at your udders, pinching your teats hard.

“you know what you’re supposed to say.”

“m-moo…” you say quietly, the farmer grabbing hard once more.

“say it louder.”

“moo!” you respond, and he pats you like a good boy before pulling down his jeans, stuffing your mouth full of his cock. he reaches down around you and gently starts massaging your udders as you moan and choke against him.

once he’s had his fill, he takes his cock at, letting you gasp for breath as he sneers at you. “what a pretty slut you are. let’s see if we can take it further.” walking behind you, he rolls the milk machine out, turning it on before bending down beside you.

“good boy,” the farmer says, gently attaching the milkers onto your tits, letting them suction around your areoles. “lets see if a boy cow can really make milk, hm?”

you moan, feeling the milkers latch onto you, beginning to suckle on your tits as you can feel milk beginning to leak out. the farmer laughs, mumbling ‘how cute’ under his breath, as he steps away.

he returns a moment later, walking around you to examine your dripping boy cunt. “think you can take this for me, baby?” he asks, gently pushing a metal end up against your asshole. you cant do anything but moan, the milkers making your breasts lactate and you can feel yourself getting closer. he smirks, humming as he gently rubs lube on you before sliding the anal hook in, it stretching you and touching you deeply as you moan and moo loudly.

“good boy!” your owner says, tieinf the end of the hook around the metal tube above you. the cool metal presses into you, chilling you as you rub against it. the farmer smiles, taking one of the milkers not in use and adjusting it down to your clit, holding it in place until it suctions against you. you wince, the sudden pressure pulling against your tdick as tears trickle down your face.

“good boy,” your farmer hums, coming back to your front end to force his dick down your throat once more. you shake your head to and fro, avoiding it as he pulls your hair and situates you back into place. “you do as i say,” he growls. your mouth is yanked open, and he stuffs your cock down your throat.

the metal, the sucking, the warmth of his cock, it was all too much, and you began screaming and further choking on his cock as you came, squirting all over the place. your juices getting soaked up by the milker, making your milk and squirt mix together in the machine. you start sobbing as you keep squirting, your vision tunneling, making mess after mess as your owner cums down your throat.

one last orgasm, and he takes his cock out, letting you breathe for the first time in minutes. “good slut,” he praises, turning the milking machine off and letting the milkers drop. “pretty boy made so much milk for me. we can’t just put you to pasture, you’ll be making good use with the other cows.”

i was extremely intoxicated when writing this, so i’m sorry for any grammar mistakes :)

[spaceprincesspuppet]

"Who's a good girl?"

You mutter into her ear, your tongue slipping out to lick at her floppy cow ear. She whimpers back a barely intelligible response whilst you nibble on her ear gently.

See, she wasn't just flustered by your words. Though deep down you could make her shiver and whimper with simply using the right language in the proper tone.

Your hand was wrapped around her throbbing tdick. You stroked her length at an agonizingly slow pace.

A little whiny moo escaped her lips as you showed no signs of speeding back up.

"Does the little bovine want Mommy to speed up?"

You called her little despite being the same exact size. You know she loved it. But her whimper-moo didn't satisfy you.

"C'mon heifer, use your words."

"Y-yes! Please, I need it!"

You granted her the wish she desired so badly. She was unable to contain herself as you wrapped a hand around her throat tightly, speeding the pace of your hand drastically. A choked moan echoed out from your little 'bestie'

"Such a good little girl for me."