#first the whole bull farm and now this

[crybaby-bkg]

I know I've talked about bull and bear hybrid Bakugou, but has anyone ever talked about lion hybrid Bakugou???? I thought about this concept when I was still half asleep this morning but like,,,,

lion hybrid bakugou with his big ole head and even bigger mane of hair, all soft, colored like the sand you'd dig your toes into at the beach. he has a little scruff on his chin, but he never grows it out because he hates the upkeep of it.

he's always loud, growly yawns whenever you see him, his canines sharp and pointy when he opens his maw wide enough for you to peek in. he's so big and soft where it matters, lazes around all day everyday, and gets these big bursts of energy at the most random of moments. he's basically an overgrown cat basically

omg and he has this complex where he's just sooo high and mighty, like he's some king meant to be worshipped. but all you have to do is kiss his cheeks and rub a hand through his hair when he lays his big dumb head in your lap, and he's purring up a storm.

and and and lion hybrid bakugou whose tongue can feel so rough when he's feeling lazy about it, but somehow knows how to work it just right whenever he wants to lounge between your legs. gets so huffy and growly when you mumble that you can't cum anymore, just nudges your thighs a little wider with his shoulder as he nuzzles his nose against your mound. doesn't care to hear any of your complaining, because he's still eating and doesn't intend on finishing until he's ready.

omg and and lion hybrid bakugou whose favorite position is, of course, doggy style. but only because he gets to wrap your little dainty neck up in his powerful jaws and pin you there, likes how you whimper and shiver but go limp either way because you trust him with your life. he pins your arms beside your head and grunts so loud into your nape when he finally sinks his cock inside of you. he practically lays flat on top of you, just rutting his hips against your ass over and over until he knots you.

which is his favorite part because you two get to just lay there for what feel like hours, and you keep coming intermitally because he can't help but rut his hips a few more times, and hiss at the way his knot tugs at your clenching lips. sigh just lion hybrid bakugou who looks so mean and intimidating but he just loves you so much and can't get enough of you

[perotovar]

limits — a minotaur!joel fic

pairing: minotaur!joel miller x m!oc/reader (unnamed and undescribed) rating: E (18+ mdni) word count: 2.2k content: au, porn with a little plot (but not really), monster fucking, joel is a literal bull-man, he doesn't speak but he understands humans, hentai logic/physics, don't think too hard about how this works physically, unprotected p in a, so much cum (like, a lot), breeding kink, aftercare, tiny bit of dubcon (if you squint), size kink, omegaverse dynamics/rules dividers: by @/saradika-graphics beta: @kedsandtubesocks (ily omg)

summary: so like, imagine a world where bulls evolved to be bi-pedal and can mate with humans, but it's not a common practice. don't think too hard about it, just imagine you're a new farm hand/stable boy and caught the attention of one of those bulls, okay?

written as a part of @quinnnfabrgay-writes and @hauntedhowlett 's Monster (S)mash challenge (so sorry for how late this is forgive meeee)

“Seein’ as it’s your first day, kid, I should warn ya,” the farmer started, resting an elbow on a bent knee, his foot resting on the fence in front of them. “This time’a year the bulls get a bit… restless.”

The young man blinked, cheeks heating up as he listened. “B-but aren’t they more focused on the cows?”

The farmer laughed, chewing on his tobacco as he watched the cows roam. “Well, sure, but they don’t seem to care much when they get like this. Just gotta put yer foot down and they’ll leave ya be, promise.”

The boy nodded and swallowed around a lump in his throat. He needed this job something fierce so a few horny bulls weren’t going to keep him from that. 

“Help me get that hay to the horses, wouldja?”

“Yes, sir.”

Wiping sweat from his brow, the young man smiled down at the work he’d accomplished. He looked to his left and saw the large bull pen. He’d been working on the farm as a hand for a little over a week now and had successfully avoided any unwanted attention so far.

He’d been learning all the animal’s names as well as their personalities and temperaments. Maggie was a lovely cow, a bit of a loner, but sweet as can be. Rex was easily the meanest of all the bulls, and he had to be taken away from the cows pretty often. 

But, Joel, well. He was easily the biggest of all the bulls. He was another loner, but in a distinctly different way than Maggie was. He stood at an imposing 9ft tall (horns not included) and had dark, curly fur that covered his whole body. His torso was barrel-shaped and as tough as any leather. 

The young man didn’t have much experience working with Joel, that was left to a select few employees on the ranch. Joel didn’t trust many people and whenever breeding season came around, he had to be taken to a secluded area. “Gets downright ravenous, that one,” the farmer had said. “Gotta cycle out the cows so they don’t get too tired.”

The boy had bit his lip in thought when he heard that. According to another hand on the farm, Joel had been the oldest of all the bulls and that was why he got the special treatment. He was the farmer’s favorite, but they didn’t understand why. He was grumpy and stubborn. 

The young man wasn’t surprised to hear that, to be honest. The older a bull got, the more ornery they were. That was just the way of things.

“Hey, kid, I’m gonna needja to take care of Joel’s pen for him.”

The young man looked up from his raking and shielded his eyes from the sun. “Oh. Are ya sure?”

“‘Course,” the farmer chuckled. “He’s out back gettin’ a bath, so he’ll need a clean pen to get back to.”

The boy nodded and gulped. “O’course, sir.” The farmer saluted in thanks before taking off to do his own chores. 

Exhaling a heavy breath, the young man grabbed a metal bucket, his rake, and some cleaning supplies before heading in the direction of Joel’s pen.

No one would have blamed him for thinking Joel’s pen would look like a tornado blew through, but he sure as hell wasn’t expecting this.

It was clear where a lot of the rut had been taking place, with a decently sized pile of hay in the corner, but the whole place… reeked. It was musky and heady and thick. The young man wished he’d grabbed some sort of face mask before entering. He’ll probably have to wash his clothes a few times to get the stink out.

“Fuck it,” he whispered to himself, and got to work. There was so much of… Joel everywhere. He hadn’t been around Joel enough to personally know him, but this felt like an invasion of privacy. It looked like any other pen, with a large metal sliding door and roof, but it was clear Joel had marked his territory so no other bull would be caught dead in there.

“Hey, newbie!” Lynn, another hand, greeted cheerfully. Behind her, a large, imposing (and freshly bathed) Joel entered the pen. His big barrel chest heaved heavy breaths, deep eyes locked onto the boy. “Thanks for takin’ care o’ Joel’s pen for ‘im. I’m gonna go find a nice girl for ‘im, I’ll be right back!” She was gone before the young man could respond.

Joel walked closer towards the pile of hay, large snout smelling if things were where they should be. He grunted in approval when he realized his smell was still there. 

The young man watched before putting away his cleaning supplies. He stood frozen to the spot, Joel’s intense eyes making it hard to turn his back and leave. 

“U-um, I’ll just–” The young man pointed his thumb in the direction of the door to leave, but Joel gripped onto his overalls, stopping him in his tracks. “What are you–?”

Joel lifted him high off his feet and planted the young man’s crotch onto his snout. 

“J-Joel! What are you doing?!” He screeched, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Joel ignored him and inhaled the scent deeply, before exhaling a low, very pleased groan. “I’m–! I’m not a cow, I’m not what you want!”

Joel froze and looked the young man deep in the eyes, challenging him. Who was he to know what Joel wanted?

“Um, p-please put me down?” The boy stammered. Just then, his cock stirred in his overalls, betraying him. A twinkle appeared in Joel’s large, dark eye.

Before he knew it, Joel had him bent over a bale of hay with his legs kicked apart. Joel towered over him with a massive paw of a hand keeping his chest pressed to the hay. 

“Joel, please,” he whimpered, his body trembling in fear and… perhaps arousal, he really wasn’t sure. 

Joel huffed in response, asking what he wanted.

“I don’t– Wouldn’t you prefer a cow over… over me?”

Joel grumbled above him and ripped his overalls down his legs, pressing his large, very hard and leaking cock against the young man’s ass. He rolled his strong hips and groaned in response. Joel’s belly rested on top of the young man’s lower back, so he felt every heavy breath he exhaled. 

“I-I guess that answers that question…” He sighed. He hid his face in his arms and whined weakly. “Fine, just… Just do it, okay?”

Joel didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned over the young man’s body and lifted his t-shirt, teasing his nipples. A large, thick tongue started probing at the young man’s earlobe, making him shiver in response.

“Oh,” he moaned, his own dick twitching to life between his legs. One of Joel’s large hands moved down to his ass to spread his cheeks and assess what he had to work with. Joel grunted appreciatively and started rubbing the boy’s hole in preparation.

A large glob of spit landed on the sensitive skin, easing the way for Joel’s thumb to pierce through. “Oh, fuck,” the boy gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.

Joel hummed to himself and gripped his cock in his free hand. He started stroking it slowly before slapping the head against the young man’s cheek, giving him an idea of the size.

“Fuck, is… Is that thing gonna fit?”

Joel snorted before slowly pressing the head inside. It felt like the young man’s entire body was set on fire. He couldn’t feel his own legs beneath him, but he felt the pulsing of his cock throbbing between them. All the air left his lungs at once as Joel’s cock entered him further.

Joel stopped once a large thick ridge toward the base kissed the edge of the boy’s rim. He felt lightheaded, his eyes barely staying open as he adjusted to the full length of Joel’s cock.

“O-oh my god, I’m…” The young man trembled, voice pitched up an octave. “Am I dying?”

Joel made a low noise in his chest and leaned over to kiss and lick along the young man’s neck and ear. He was… comforting him, letting him take his time. Joel mooed quietly, almost like he was cooing words of praise to the boy. It made him feel like he could breathe again.

The young man rested his head on the bale of hay and tried to look back at Joel. “Okay, I’m… I think I’m okay,” he smiled sheepishly. “Go ahead, Joel.”

Before Joel started moving, one of his hands moved underneath them and covered the young man’s belly. He felt his cock through the skin, bulging through easily. He groaned in appreciation before adjusting his stance. The young man’s feet were hanging high off the floor of the pen like a ragdoll, his overalls still attached messily around his ankles.

Suddenly, as if someone had whistled for Joel to get started, he fucked hard and deep into the boy. The loud, almost comical sound of his heavy balls slapping against the young man’s tender flesh made him go dizzy. 

Joel gripped onto his narrow hips and set a punishing pace, rutting into him. He breathed heavily and grunted above the boy, sounding far away. 

The young man’s entire body moved back and forth against the hay bale, the scratchy feeling keeping him grounded as he ascended into another plane of existence. He had no idea being stretched so much and fucked so deep could feel so good. He didn’t want this to end. 

Just then, Joel decided he didn’t want that position anymore and lifted the young man into the air so his back was pressed to Joel’s barrel chest. The boy moaned loudly, resting his head on Joel’s broad shoulder.

Joel grunted and started using the boy’s body as if he were a fleshlight, lifting and lowering him at a punishing pace. The amount of precome leaking out of the boy’s hole and around Joel’s cock covered their bodies entirely. 

“I’m– I’m not going to last long, Joel,” the young man gasped, breath hitching with each powerful thrust. His eyes rolled back as Joel’s cock pummeled against his prostate, making him tremble weakly. The boy’s cock slapped lewdly against his lower stomach, precome splattering everywhere.

The boy’s stomach bulged with Joel’s cock, stretching the skin past its limits. He looked down to watch, mesmerized by the sight. How Joel’s cock fit inside him, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to question it.

Joel groaned deeply, picking up the pace of his thrusts. He must be getting close. 

“C’mon,” the young man whined, turning his head to look at Joel’s face. “Come inside me.”

Joel pushed him back down onto the bale of hay and pushed his cock even further inside. The ridge near the base of Joel’s cock made the boy gasp weakly, gripping onto the hay beneath to ground himself. 

Each smack of Joel’s hips against his ass had him letting out weak noises he didn’t even know he could make. Joel’s horns pierced into the hay as he rested his forehead against the boy’s back.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” the young man chanted. “C’mon, Joel, please,” he whimpered.

If he could see him, he was certain steam left Joel’s snout as he panted and grunted behind him. Joel made a low groan before slamming one last time against the boy’s prostate and came like a geyser inside him. 

The boy gasped as he was filled up, coming untouched as he felt Joel’s cock pump inside like a hose. He trembled beneath the bull’s body, screaming into the hay. 

Joel exhaled heavily, hands gripped onto the boy’s hips tightly. He moved them slightly and noticed that they’d probably bruise soon. He hummed and leaned over to kiss and lick along the young man’s neck again, this time as an apology. He slowly pulled out and watched as his come poured out lewdly.

The boy panted hard, his body feeling more empty than it ever had in his life. His stomach felt full, though, which made him look down to see. Joel had well and truly filled him, it seemed. He couldn’t stop the giggle from leaving his body, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. 

Joel climbed onto the bale of hay with him and held the boy close, spooning him comfortingly. He turned the young man’s face and kissed and licked his tears away, mooing praises into his ear. The boy felt like his heart would burst from the tender act and silently cursed whoever called Joel grumpy and mean. 

“That was…” He giggled, breathing heavily. “I hope you got what you were looking for.”

Joel grunted in affirmation and held the boy close, one large hand holding his full belly. It dawned on him then that Joel probably thought that he’d just bred the boy. 

He didn’t have the heart to tell him it wouldn’t take.

“Sir, I had somethin’ to tell ya,” the boy said the next day, running up to the farmer with a bit more pep in his step. 

“What’s that, kid?” The farmer grinned, chewing more tobacco.

“Just wanted to let ya know that I think I cracked ol’ Joel. Think he likes me!”

“No kiddin’? Well, shit, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth! If you’re thinkin’ he won’t mind, you’re welcome to take care o’ his pen for the rest of breedin’ season, then.”

The boy couldn’t stop the wide grin from growing on his face.

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 11 - Nipple Play

Kink: Nipple Play

Pairing: F!Reader x F! and M!Cow hybrid

Other Kinks: Threesomes, Fingering, Breast Play

Word Count: 1610 words

Kinktober Masterlist

“They really don’t release milk?”

A rough, labor worn hand pinches at your nipple, tugging at the peaked flesh with a furrowed brow. Ernest’s eyes go wide when it perks up under his touch, a black tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. A chuckle rumbles against your body, the languid heifer lying beside you laughing at her barnmate’s naivete.

“Not unless she’s with child.” Genevieve says, groping and kneading at the fat of your other breast. Her touch is less antsy than Ernest’s. She had been working at this farm for over four years now, and you can’t help but wonder if she’s been in this exact same position before. “Still, they taste very good.” Her manicured nails draw slow circles around your areola, but her eyes are locked on your face, flustered and trying best to stay quiet. You know all too well how easily noise travels through the barn. Last thing you need is one of your fellow farmers busting in, wondering what you're doing rolling in the hay with the two prized cows.

Ernest gnaws on his bottom lip, hands still hesitant as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. His tail flicks back and forth, almost like it’s swatting flies, behind his kneeled over form. He’s utterly transfixed by your chest, as if he isn’t around breasts all the time. They're practically inescapable when you live on a hybrid milking farm.

“C-can I?” You’re not sure who Ernest asks, you or Genevieve, as he gulps and eyes up your chest. Beads of sweat pool at the valley between your two breasts, the stifling heat of the summer afternoon only amplified by being sandwiched by two large bodies. Genevieve chuckles again.

“Can you what, Ernest?”

“Can I-” Ernest exhales out of his nose, nostrils flaring as he finally catches the courage to look you in the eye, “Can I suck on one of them?”

The poor bull’s face is bright red, freckles lost in a haze of his blushing cheeks. His ears twitch with every noise, just as aware of how many rules he’s breaking.

“S-sure.” Your voice sounds different, so breathy and light. Something about holding the attention and touch of two people has turned you into a shy little thing, demure despite desperately agreeing to this tryst in the first place. 

Ernest buzzes with happiness, quickly spreading out his knees and lowering his face to your chest. He starts with just the tip of his tongue, flicking it across your bud. Your whole body jolts, but Genevieve keeps you still. Ernest’s chest heaves with a pant, tail now thumping behind him like a dog, and he latches on to your tit.

Ernest’s lips are surprisingly soft, fitting for his gentle tongue as it rubs you up and down in his mouth. He makes sure to keep his head perpendicular to the plane of your stomach, lest his small horns accidentally poke at your skin. Genevieve rubs her hand down the side of your face, coaxing your jaw to turn towards her.

“Does that feel good?”

You nod, voice catching in your throat as you keep your eyes low, like the submissive girl you are.

“Y-yes, ma’am.” You eventually stutter out.

“Hmm, our little farmer likes her nipples touched, doesn’t she?” Genevieve slides her hand down your chest and stomach. Fresh slick pools at the apex of your thighs, legs instinctively widening as another bolt shoots across you. 

Ernest takes her words to heart, now sucking on your breast with a little more force. His teeth dig into the fattier part of your boob, tongue quickly darting across your nipple. It’s as if he’s testing to see if Genevieve is lying, that if he sucks hard enough you’ll eventually start leaking liquid ambrosia into his mouth. 

A thumb presses against your lips, Genevieves’ nails applying a gentle force that has you opening your mouth for her. She slides the digit across the flat of your tongue, watching as the saliva begins to pool at the sides.

“Such a good girl.” Genevieve's other hand pulls away from your sensitive tit, a whine caught in your throat as she then cups your wet pussy. Trails of slick stick to her palm when she pulls away, her gaze turning mischievous. “Look how wet she is, Ernest. She loves it.”

Ernest opens his eyes to see Genevieve's shiny fingers, glossy from just a single touch to your cunt. His groan rumbles against your chest, emboldened and grabbing at your other tit to replace Genevive’s hand. You moan, a fresh gush of wetness slicking up your lips.

  The hand on your cheek brushes against your jawbone, sharp nails pulling a shuddering shiver down your whole body. Genevieve cups your cunt once again, this time spreading open your pussy lips and letting your wetness drip from the center. Her thumb finds its place on your clit, already sensitive enough that just a touch has your hips jumping.

“Aww, so needy.” Genevieve purrs, nothing calming about it as she makes deviously slow circles onto your clit. The feeling combined with Ernest’s hands and mouth fiddling with your breasts has you biting your lip, desperate for something a little more. “Come on, Ernest. Join me down here.”

Ernest detaches from your chest with panting breaths, cheeks flushed almost purple as he moves his shaky hand down your body. Sweat and precum already cover his palm, making you realize he had begun jerking himself off as he played with you. 

Ernest’s fingertips are rougher than Genevieve’s, the manual labor of bulls callusing his skin everyday. The rough texture is sensuous against your weeping hole, practically beckoning him to force them inside. Genevieve's more active thumb doesn’t help, her slow build of speed making your legs shake. 

With his precum and your wetness, Ernest’s two fingers sink inside like a hot knife through butter. Him and you both moan at the feeling, your cunt clenching around his digits like a vice. The floorboard creaks as Ernest humps into the floor, just imagining that same grip around his cock. 

“Lets make our good girl, cum, shall we?”

It’s all the permission Ernest needs, desperation and lust palpable with his blown out pupils and panting breath. He pulls out all the way to his knuckle before sinking back in, fingers scissoring you open as he fingers you like a whore. The hand around your nipple resumes its playing, no longer gentle as he tugs and yanks on the sensitive bud. 

Genevieve is much more practiced and patient, her thumb quick yet precise as she rubs at your clit. She knows exactly the amount of pressure to apply, what exactly has you humping into her and Ernest’s palms. 

“Aww, look at that pretty face.” Genevieve says, her free hand now playing with her own pussy, the wet sounds of her fucking herself on her fingers revealing all. Her breasts push into your side, heavy and full of milk. They look aching, so tantalizingly close to your mouth….

It’s why, despite being in the haze of your pussy being spread open, you latch on and suck, hard. Genevieve makes her first squeak of the night, quick to slap your clit for the disobedience. But all that does is make you suck harder, jerk your hips into Ernest’s desperate fingers.

“Ha-ah, not so good after all, are you?”

You shake your head, eyes mischievous as you nibble on her taut nibble, savoring the small amount of milk that she releases. Genevieve rolls her eyes but doesn’t do anything to stop you, instead pushing her breast up and further into your mouth. Her hand resumes its place on her pussy and the other circling your clit. Ernest seems unbothered by the whole thing, still humping into the ground and transfixed with your tight cunt.

The stall quickly becomes a sweaty mess of your three bodies, air hot and thick, permeated by heavy breathing and moans as you all chase your high together. Milk has begun dribbling out your mouth and down your own chest, too much for you to swallow from suckling on Genevieve’s chest. Precum smears across the ground as Ernest desperately chases the friction on his cock, the fabric of his jean shorts and the feeling of your tight pussy enough to keep his horny self satisfied. Genevieve’s usually composed face beads with sweat, lips almost bitten through as she plays with your pussy and hers at the same time. All sense of shame and propriety has been lost, pleasure taking priority.

“Gonna cum~” You slur with a mouth full of boob, toes beginning to curl, the heat becoming overwhelming. “M-me too!” Ernest squeaks out, fingers growing sloppy as they squelch with each thrust.

“Let’s cum together.”  Genevieve pants, her own pussy now drenched and aching.

You and Ernest nod desperately, movements frantic as you all work to please each other and yourselves. It doesn’t take long, not when Ernest shoves himself between your breasts and sucks on your nipples.

“Hmmph!”

“Oh, gods!”

“Ah…ah!”

The writhing mass convulses all together, Ernest’s cum splattering on the floor and across your arched back as you and Genevieve both squirt, leaving trails of your juices all across the hardwood and your thigh. 

Ernests’ face finds itself in your stomach, catching his breath as his hand goes limp, still sheathed in your pussy. Genevieve lets herself rest her on the floor, boob popping out of your panting mouth as she too tries to regain her composure.

That leaves you in the middle, sweaty and numb as the aftershocks of your orgasm still rattle your brain.

Talk about a roll in the hay.

[r0-boat]

If requests are still open and it's not too much trouble, can I request Bull Guzma, Adaman, and Leon reacting to S/o pregnancy? (Ps Please have a Happy Thanksgiving.)

Aaaaaa Happy Thanksgiving this is my gift to you! I'm grateful for all my readers!

Bullfarm au! Pokemen react to S/o's pregnancy

(feat. Guzma, Adaman, Leon)

Cw: pregnancy talk, all about babies!

Guzma

Puffing out his chest in Pride strutting around like he's the giant bull on the farm, he's a winner, and he knows it, wearing the fact that he is The Big Bad Guzbull with a pregnant mate as a badge of honor, rubbing it in the faces of all the other Bulls that he was the one who claimed S/o. With you by his side he feels as though he could take on the sun and win. Behind that prideful bull was a terrified one. Frantic and worried for your safety, he demanded and even forced you to stay in this soft nest of blankets that he had stolen and made for you. This big bad ball Cooing soft words of endearment as he snuggles closer to you to keep you warm. Refusing for you to go anywhere else but by his side because to him he is the only one that can protect you and if anything happens to you he would never forgive himself.

Promising to you that he would be the best father to your calf. As big bad, and rough as he still appears to be, he has vowed to leave the life of troublemaking behind him when he first arrived on the farm. He wants to be an excellent example for his child, a good father, a fatherly figure he didn't have.

The bulls that see Guzma for what he betrays himself to be will never understand how soft and sweet he really was. Brushing his head against yours as his eyes glaze over feeling his fingertips gently brushing against your tummy.

But you don't understand why he still puts on this tough exterior.

" it's to protect you." he murmurs now rubbing his face against your tummy. "Cuz no male will ever bother ya if they know who they will be messing with."

Adaman

Impatient Adaman over worries and over prepares for the arrival of his child because the longer he waits the more anxiety he feels. What if something goes wrong?! What if another hybrid tries to hurt you?! What if you don't sur-. Is grateful that you're always there to soothe his anxieties before they spiral. The only thing you could do now is prepare and make sure you are pampered.

Adaman is a busy bull, he knows he couldn't waste his time worrying he'd rather be caught dead then under prepared if you need him he needs to be ready for anything. He couldn't be wasting time so there he was you're serious hard-working bull fluffing the nest he had prepared for you for the fifth time before going to the orchard part of the farm to grab you and sneak you some fruits. He needs to make sure you are healthy he needs to make sure that you are eating. Because of your healthy his child is healthy.

It finally got your busy bull to cuddle with you after trying to convince him that you'll be fine and it's okay to relax with you occasionally. Adaman finally relents as he joins you in the nest, wrapping his arms around you, finally enjoying this cute moment, his hands feeling your stomach, his heart touching whole. For your sake, he will take breaks, but he's reminded why he is trying to get ready. It was for you and his future child.

Leon

Happiest bull in the world as soon as he found out, he told any bull who would listen about the calf that was coming Raihan was already sick of Leon since his child was all he would talk about. Sonia and Milo thought it was cute I know is that possibly most new parents go through that phase . Staying glued to your side with that big smile on his face, Leon was already a very lovey person, now it seems like He can't keep his hands off you! As if leaving your side is torture even when you have to work chores on the farm Leon won't be too far away watching intently until you're finished so he could scoop you up and have you all to himself once again. It seems like that's all he wants to do now. When he is not sparring with others on the farm he's cuddling and laying with you in the nest whining when you try to get up and leave him. Giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes until you cave to his demands.

This whole body is practically against you, his face buried into your neck, mooing to you about what a beautiful parent you'll become—vowing you that he'll be the best father. If you are ever feeling scared or doubtful, Leon will instantly ease those fears, because he knows that you are a hard-working kind and caring person and you will try your best and your child will love you unconditionally!

He knows that there will still be some time till your child is born, but he can't help but fantasize about holding them in his arms—the baby he made with his beloved mate. And you already look so cute laying in the blankets, your belly already beginning to show. Laying his head against your tummy, his tail thumping against the hay from how hard it's wagging.

[marksbear]

Could I ask for 141 with a southern male reader? I’d like to know what the boys would think of a heavy southern drawl (cowboys are all the rage now a days lol)

Wish I could write more, but I don't have much time rn. But I wrote as much as I could and on my blog theres more fics about y'know cowboy/southern reader

141 BOYS X SOUTHERN MALE READER

Price is probably the least bothered by your accent. But he is interested by it. It's not everyday that he hears a southern accent like yours.

He secretly likes the silly nicknames you give him.

Anytime the team has a free day or something you'll take him to see you ride at a rodeo.

He probably knows how to ride a horse so you and him would spend time together riding around valleys and mountains and hike and camp. Like some brokeback mountain type shit.

As you two grow closer one day you'll just plop down your cowboy hat on his head and just walk away like nothing happened. Like your hat would just be a symbol of y'alls friendship when you give it to him.

He's not a messy person, but when it comes to arguing and he hears your accent thickens as you argue with the person, he'll watch from afar only stepping in when it becomes heated.

You teaching him how to use a lasso and how to make a lasso.

He likes to playfully correct your grammar when you say things. "Ain't isn't a word L/n."

He likes to help out on your ranch/farm from time to time.

Likes to call you outlaw.

"It's hotter than a witches cooch ain't it soap?" *Soap stares at you like your were some fucking weirdo.* Your guys first ever conversation.

From that day forward y'all became the most annoying duo inside the whole military.

Steals your cowboy hat and boots all the time.

"Yer got a ol' lady at home or what?" Soap asks in a teasing tone.

Him laughing his ass off if you ever get thrown off a bull/horse.

If you have a ranch and you invite him over he would not help at all with chasing/ hurdling cattle. But he does help you groom the horses and milk the cows.

Him not trying to giggle while you scold him, because your accent is thicker and louder every time you do it.

Likes to poke fun at your accent even though he cannot be talking like at all.

Watching you in awe as you lasso an enemy and tie them up as if they were just some light sheep.

If you like to chew on wheat straw he'll side eye you a couple times as you just mind your business.

At your ranch he'll make a little competition to see who can lift more hay barrels.

Likes to watch you argue because you have a small temper and can be angered easily. So he just likes to see a good southern brawl from you.

He was finally at peace once that he heard a familiar accent from where he was from.

The boy was thrilled to hear an american accent let alone a southern one. He was over the moon.

He probably grew up with people with a southern accent so once he heard yours he knew he had to get you on his side.

He knows how southern people get with their temper and feelings so he tries his hardest for you to not hate him like the others do.

Slowly you two begin to bond.

And once you two become friends y'all begin to hang out. He knows alot about farm animals and etc so he would help out at your farm/ranch. He loves taking care of the crops and all that.

The others on the team call you crazy for trusting him, but with your small temper you shouted at them with your accent coming in full force.

You calling him "City boy." while he calls you "Cowboy."

Him picking up your accent and words.

Since your accent begins to rub off on him he'll start calling you"darling." or "sugar."

Slowly tries to make you betray the team with him. He wouldn't force you, but he'll just go on and on as to why you should side with him.

THE END

[mintaikk]

Analyzing the Circus & Biblical Elements in Hellaverse: Asmodeus

And other things, I guess

The embodiment of Lust, one of the most dangerous sins in Mythology, your demon hoste, Asmodeus!

Something I absolutely love about the sins designs is the fact that they're all animals, with Lucifer being the only human one. It really adds to the whole circus element. But, while Ozzie is a chicken, I really also want to talk about the demonic aspects as well and why his design works for him!

Why Asmodeus is a Rooster

The first reason is because another word for Rooster is cock, so the Ruler of the Lust Ring is a giant cock. And, in this world, all the Goetia Demons are birds.

ANYWAYS, there's also other reasons why he's a cock (Im not calling them roosters anymore). In general, cocks symbolize masculinity, pride, enthusiasm, strength, honesty, and most importantly for Big O, sexuality. Makes sense, though. For farming, the entire point of roosters is to protect and mate with the females. And while Ozzie is most likely pan, and he's dating a dude, his entire thing is still sex.

The masculinity and pride element is there as well. Stereotypically, masculinity is being really buff and dominant. Ozzie is literally a king and is buff as hell (I still wonder why his arms shrink sm when he's in his regular outfit. Maybe Fizz is right about him being really good at "squeezing things in."

But, it also doesn't just mean physical strength, it can also refer to mental strength as well. And, let's be real here, Ozzie is one of the most mentally healthy characters in this show.

Strength can also be used for protection, and since roosters protect hens, it could also be seen with how Ozzie is very protective of Fizz and is also one of the few sins we've seen who seems to somewhat care about his citizens. From what we've seen of Lust, it's one of the safer and healthier rings to live in. Ozzie is shown to be very prideful of his sin as well, so it makes sense that he'd want to protect the people who feel lust and live in the Lust Ring, which is why he also despises noncon stuff. (I've heard some people say him not liking noncon stuff doesn't make sense bcuz that's the prime of lust, but SA is more wrath and greed than lust.)

But, his pride for his sin is the next thing. Roosters are prideful, and Ozzie is very prideful of his Ring and his work, and his club. Also, this is probably just a coincidence, but did you know that Lust & Pride were some of the most dangerous sins in mythology? I think it's bcuz they both alienate from God or smthn like that. I Kinda like these 2 overlapping for that reason.

Another thing: did you know that he's also a moth, which is why he has the fluff an antenna? Kolkocat on YouTube said that Vaggie is a moth bcuz of "women if the night referring to prostitution" (she was theorizing about her death, btw), and I think that fits. Val's a moth for the same reason. I also think the fluff could be lion related since they're also symbolized as kings.

Demon Elements

Asmodeus & Mammon are one of the two characters I've seen that look the most like their biblical counterparts, so talking about their designs is the most fun.

We've all noticed that Ozzie has three heads, right? That's actually from his biblical design!

This is from The Lesser Key of Solomon Book!

Honestly, I have no idea why he looks so fucking ugly. My Christian friend theorizes that it's because it's supposed to show that Lust is an ugly sin, and while I absolutely love that explanation, it probably means nothing, considering it was the 1500s and they just wanted to make demons look as ugly as possible so people wouldn't fall into sin.

But, I love how semlesy they incorporated the horse head and goat head into his design. Though, in the show, I think it's a gost head instead of a horse head. God, I need to talk about Bull and Goat symbolism now, don't I?

Bulls are interesting. They symbolize strength, but they also symbolize fertility. And, like cocks, they're also primarily used by farmers to mate with the females (his design really just fucking screams "HEY LOOK! HES THE EMBODIMENT OF LUST! HE FUCKS A LOT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND???")

Goats are easy. They symbolize the devil so much. Hell, the demon Baphomet is litterally just a winged goat. They're also commonly associated with demons bcuz of their eyes and horns. But they also symbolize another thing which is, you guessed it! FERTILITY.

Circus Elements

Actually going back tho the title elements, wooh! (I'm so sorry for getting off topic on all of these).

In a Tweet, Vivzie mentions that all the sins represent a Circus Act, with Bee being an animals trainer which is why she has so many hoops on her design and in her mansion. Ayy Lmao on YouTube theorizes that for Asmodues, he is a dancer and trapeze artist since his club has so many dance and trapeze things.

But, bcuz I'm a chatty little bitch, I want to add to this.

I think Ozzie could be seen as a secondary ringmaster to Lucifer. Yes, he's obviously a pimp, but his outfit reminds me of a cool, modern ringmaster, especially with the tophat, boots, and glowing suit.

It makes sense as well because his entire club has a Circus theme to it. And, again, Lust & Pride are said to be the most dangerous sins. Perhaps Lucifer communicated with him the most about Hell.

Also, bcuz I won't get to the others for a while, he also said theorized about this for the other sins

Satan (wrath): Strongman bcuz his app is a weight lifting app, Bee mentions his abs, and it makes sense the sin of Wrath would be Strong.

Mammon: Obviously a clown

Belphagor (sloth): He said contortionist since her ring has to do with Healthcare, but this person pointed this out, and I like this theory a lot better

Leviathan (envy): He chose Magician for them because they would want to conjure things that they don't have.

Thanks for coming to my messy essay that would make my English teacher cry in shame at the things she has failed to teach me :)

[cutecowthing]

Greener Pastures

[18+ only; hypnosis/mind control, breast expansion and hucow themes abound. reader is a heifer and not a bull, but I might dabble with more masc-themed stories in the future!]

How long have you been here?

A couple of days? A week? A month? Years, maybe?

Deep down you knew there was something before the farm. Fuzzy hints of memories would pop in occasionally, but they were all of unhappy things. Things that told you that your life outside of the farm was not one you'd want to return to. To live beyond the valley was to live dissatisfied.

Sometimes, in your dreams, you recalled your first day here.

It started out simply enough. You had spent the morning perusing the local farmer's market and right as you were about to leave, you suddenly noticed a cowbell on the ground. The glint of the metal caught your attention and you stopped to pick it up.

There was text engraved onto the shiny surface:

If found, please return to Golden Meadows Ranch.

You thought that was curious. Did cowbells go missing often? However, that didn't stop you from getting back into your car and heading to the address. Why not? It was the right thing to do, after all.

The drive through the countryside was peaceful. The sun was gentle and the breeze whispered through the trees. White clouds drifted lazily across the sky. The calming scenery looked like it came right out of a painting.

After what seemed like a deceptively long drive you finally arrived at the address. At the end of the driveway was a quaint little ranch house. You got up and knocked on the door, cowbell in hand.

The man who answered the door looked at you and smiled. He was ruggedly handsome with brown hair and gray eyes. For a moment you could have sworn he was anticipating your arrival somehow.

"Um," you stammered, offering him the cowbell. "I found this earlier this morning."

"Thank you kindly." He gingerly took it from your hands. "Why don't you come inside? I bet the drive out here took a while."

"Oh, thank you." You said, following him inside. You still had a few other errands to run today, but those could wait. Right now, more than anything, you wanted to stay a little bit longer. The country atmosphere was so, so relaxing.

"What's your name, sunshine?" He asked as he led you into the kitchen.

You told him, and he smiled again as he offered a handshake. "My name's Victor. Want anything to drink?"

"I really do appreciate you bringing that there cowbell back." He told you as he filled up a glass from the tap. "Most people wouldn't have gone out of their way for a stranger."

You wanted to protest but decided against it. Victor was kind enough to allow you into his home, the least you could do is keep him company. You decided to sit down and stay a while.

"Just some water, please."

"I've never seen anything quite like it before." You replied. "...is it common for cowbells to go missing often?"

"Not exactly." He said back, sitting across from you. His eyes were soft, warm and inviting. He handed you the water and you immediately took a drink. "You see, that cowbell is special."

"What do you mean?" You couldn't look away from him if you tried. His gaze pulled you in.

"It's been infused with powerful magic." He explained. His voice was a low, hypnotic drone. "You didn't find it. It found you."

"It did?" Your thoughts were slowing down. Your whole body was starting to tingle.

"That's right." He lightly placed his hand on top of yours. "It sought you out because it knew you wanted a fresh start. And I'm going to give it to you."

As his words slipped their way through your mind, you started to feel an odd sensation. Your shirt was quickly becoming tighter and tighter. It took you a few moments to realize your breasts were growing.

"You will?" You blinked a few times as you hastily lifted your top over your head and tossed it onto the floor, leaving yourself exposed.

"That's right." He said gently, giving you a warm smile. He reached over and tenderly began to draw soft circles around your nipples. "You're going to live on my ranch from now on."

A dopey, lazy smile spread across your face. Your breasts continued to grow. The soft, supple flesh began to spill out onto the kitchen table.

"I think you're going to find that your new life will be much better here." He got up and walked behind you, giving your shoulders a firm massage. "You won't have to worry about a thing."

You closed your eyes and let out a contented sigh. The transformation was continuing at a steady pace. Your breasts continued to grow, and you noticed that you were suddenly sprouting horns, ears and a tail.

You looked at your reflection in the glass of water. Your ears had cute black and white spots-- just like a cow.

You immediately stripped your pants and underwear off to allow everything to finish growing. The warm air in the house felt amazing beyond words. It felt natural, like this was always meant to be.

"You're almost done, sunshine." Victor cooed. He leaned over and gave your ample breasts a squeeze. "You know what happens to good cows, don't you?"

"They... get... milked?" The words came slow. You deliberately had to force them out. The thought excited you, and your tail swished happily.

"Very good!" He gave you another squeeze. "These udders of yours are going to be milked every day from now on."

"Every... day..." You repeated lazily.

He started to poke and prod at your teats, inspecting them with his hands. "Everything seems to have come in quite nicely. You'll make a very good cow. Can you moo for me?"

"Moo!"

Victor began to knead your udders. You could feel the milk sloshing inside, threatening to spill out.

"You've only just started, so you don't have very much." He spoke gently as he tugged at your teats. Small beads were forming on their surface, trickling down onto the table.

The only sound that came out of your mouth in response was a moo.

He let the milk accumulate onto his fingers and brought them up to your lips. "Suck."

Automatically you began to suckle the sweet cream off of his fingers. A deep wave of relaxation washed over you as the final touches of the transformation took effect. You were now a human cow, inside and out.

Victor stepped back to admire his handiwork. "There you go. That wasn't so bad, was it? Stay right there, sunshine. I'll go get a collar to put that cowbell on. Then you'll be ready to go out to the pasture."

[indignantlemur]

Hi again! What do you think the cast would think of a rodeo?Like the different showes i.e. bull riding, calf roping, and barreling? What would andorain in general think of rodeos?

Hello!

So this is an interesting question, because by the time of Emigre and the early years of the United Coalition of Planets/Federation... these things wouldn't exist. Well, that is, they wouldn't be like they are now.

After Humans dropped warheads across the globe on major city centers, there was massive ecological die-off. About 30% of all life on the planet was wiped out, with significant human casualties and the extinction many species during the event and in the aftermath. The Human species as a whole experienced a high resource scarcity era and only clawed its way out of said era with the help of the Vulcans and their replicator technology.

With Vulcan aid came Vulcan influence. The meat industry, and indeed many of the animal industries, were fundamentally altered. Humans no longer consumed vast quantities of non-replicated meat - indeed with replicators in place the demand in some sectors disappeared almost overnight.

So in order to answer your question we kind of have to adjust what these events would actually look like in a post-scarcity era where non-replicated meat is a luxury item, rather than a major food source. We know that there are still farms and ranches on Earth throughout the various Star Trek series, and certainly throughout the Federation - particularly in regards to the edges of Federation space and new colonies. Horses and other livestock species appear to have survived the bombs, and those species have been so altered by Human efforts that they cannot survive without Human intervention; leaving them to the wilds that they can no longer naturally survive in would be negligent and senselessly wasteful at best.

However, since it no longer became necessary to maintain large herds of cattle for food security many years after First Contact, there would have been some changes. The market for trading and breeding cattle (and other livestock) would likely become significantly reduced, and a number of minor events which had taken on a cultural significance around herding and animal husbandry in the past might quietly die off over the ensuing years.

Now, that being said, the various rodeos and stampedes and other such gatherings are major cultural touchstones, particularly in North America (and the remains of North American post-war.) I don't think those would have entirely faded away but they would likely have been altered nonetheless. Events involving the deliberate aggravation or agitation of livestock (such as bull riding) would likely be replaced with versions involving mechanical substitutes, trading/auction markets would be smaller and more heavily regulated than they already are, and so on.

So now, with this context, we can look at your questions properly.

What would the cast of Emigre think of rodeos?

Dagmar never had much to do with rodeos, livestock, or farming in her time, and even less in the modern era. The closest she got was occasionally hunting deer, caribou, or elk with her father and younger brother, really (and one really bad hunting trip involving a mountain lion.) She was tangentially aware of events like the Calgary Stampede, but never had any interest in attending. This hasn't really changed in the modern era.

Shral and Thelen would regard them as novel events, of apparent cultural significance to Humans involving what must be traditional youthful displays of dexterity and temerity. Terran animals aren't especially fearsome by Andorian standards in terms of strength or natural armour, but only a fool underestimates what he does not understand. They'd partake in a rodeo or stampede event once or twice, perhaps, out of curiosity. (Dagmar spends a great deal of time fielding questions on the subject from these two, most of which she has to go and look up the answer to herself.)

Ambassador Thoris would find such events mildly entertaining, but ultimately not enough to fully engage his interest. If he wanted to wrangle a dangerous animal for fun, he'd go hunt more veeg. Still, there's merit to taking the time to observe and understand such gatherings and their significance to Humans as a foreign ambassador. He might inquire as to historical facts, socioeconomic relevance, and so on. On a good day, he might even deign to compliment a particularly skilled participant. He can understand and value the cultivation of fast reflexes and keen hand-eye coordination that these activities require as well as base strength and agility well enough, but the proceedings are somewhat dull to him after the first viewing. He's a one-time visitor.

Vrath would most likely be trying her hand at mechanical calf roping the moment Dagmar took her eyes off her, and generally having a good time of it.

As for a general opinion from Andorians on the subject? It's a very Human thing. Novel and entertaining, but ultimately largely of interest only to those Andorians who handle livestock and animal husbandry. There's not much in common between Terran and Andorian livestock species, biologically speaking, but somehow Andorian ranchers still find enough common ground with Human ranchers to spark lively debates and very intense conversations over herd management and predation.

Cheers!

[that-one-random-writer]

Rowdy Romance Part 2

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x (Southern! Female) Reader

Summary: Jake comes back to the Ranch. You both had been flirting through text, but he didn't expect you to be at home waiting for his return home.

⚠️ Fluff just pure fluff and allusion to baby making thanks to his momma and his dad.

The fluffiest of all the fluffs.

Part 1. My masterlist

Hangman had taken a week off to fly out to his family. Little did know that his mother had a surprise for him.

You sat at the dining room table with your beer in hand. His mom had placed it in your hand, saying this was the one her son likes.

She was trying so hard to get you two together. She was begging her son not to find an interest in a girl up in California. She wanted her grand babies around for holidays.

You heard the door open, and there Jake stood. As soon as he walks through the door, he puts on his black cowboy hat. He had on the most handsome cowboy get-up on.

A pair of boot cut light wash jeans with a black tee shirt. It was so simple but looked so good on him. He hugged everyone around him.

His sisters, his mom, his dad, all piled on him for a hug and you stood up making your way over a little slower than the rest of the family. Of course, they deserved the greetings first.

You smiled nervously. "California cowgirl. How are you doing?" He never questioned why you were there. He knew his mom had something to do with it, but he was genuinely excited to see you. His smooth talking ways hadn't changed even though the outfit and the location had.

"I'm doing good! How are you doing?" He bent down and picked up his four year old niece. "I'm doing much better now."

You stayed in the shadows while he visited his family, joining in some small talk. "Jake honey, show ol' honeydew around the farm." She called you by her nickname she gave you.

Jake smirked. "Hasn't she been here before?" He poked fun at his mom. Their relationship was exactly what you would expect.

She grabbed some ingredients for dinner while she popped back. "She's fed our chickens and our cow multiple times. Now do as I say and yall go outside. Hell, take jóse the bull out. Maybe she can show you how eight seconds is supposed to look."

She shooed the pair off and went back to the kitchen.

"Your momma is sweet." You laughed.

"She can be when she wants to be." He chuckled.

"It's been about three months since I've seen you. What has the cowgirl been up to?" He smiled, grabbing your hand lacing your fingers with his. "I've just been working out on the farm. The Rodeo wasn't too long ago. I wish you could have made it for that. I took on jóse. I made it 8 seconds." You smiled brightly.

He raised an eyebrow. "What was it, that crazy woman in there was talking about? Showing me how it's done?"

You laughed. "No, I mean I could, but I'm not really dressed for a bull ride." You clenched a piece of your dress in your hand.

He smirked, nodding. "Sure, take the easy way out," he playfully rolled his eyes.

You grabbed his arm and wrapped yours around his. "I don't doubt you can keep a hold on a bull. Especially with these arms. I can't imagine your grip on his back, " you giggled.

He smiled confidently. "Yes ma'am, I do a lot of push-ups and leg work." He had the pride worn on his sleeve.

"Oh, I can tell," you spoke softly, admiring his arm, trailing your fingers up and down slowly.

"You know I've thought about you everyday since you left." He smiled down softly, looking into your eyes.

The moonlight was brightly shining on the full moon night. It gave him a perfect view of you. He was slowly falling for you. Yall had been texting here and there for the time in between the vacations.

He really did miss you. He slowly leaned down. He looked down at your lips, almost asking for your permission like a true gentleman. Butterflies fluttered around in your whole body.

You looked down to his lips, then closed the gap. You both kissed under the moonlight on the gorgeous ranch. He picked you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He sat you on the wood beam fence. You both broke apart and rested your foreheads against each other. "Do you want to come back to California with me? Take an extended vacation." His eyes were full of hope and wonder. He was a hardass at work, but back home, he was just a southern man. He was a chip of the old block, took the rough edges from his old man, and his kindness from his momma. You smiled softly, nodding. "I would like that." He smiled with his laugh lines showing how genuine it truly was. You both connected your lips once again.

Jake's dear old momma watched from the window. "Honeyyyy," she called in a sing song voice to her husband.

"Yes dear?" He called back from the living room.

"Get ready for some more grand babies, they're out there smooching on the fence post." She walked back to the living room and sat next to her husband. She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Do you remember when we did that?"

He chuckled. "Yes honey, that's how we ended up with her." He pointed to his oldest daughter. He laughed a huge barrel chuckle.

Jakes sister gagged. "Gross!" The pair on the couch laughed. Jakes mom smiled with her whole body radiating happiness at the thought of little grand babies running around. Little did she know she was going to get more then she bargained for. Triplets ran in your family.

You and Jake were dancing the night away to old country songs on a moonlit ranch he stole kisses where you allowed. He knew this was the start of something incredible.

I do not give permission for my stories to be posted anywhere. Stealing stories makes you a c u next tuesday.

[bucking-mustangs-with-wings]

It's finally here, people. It will be posted on ao3 too which I'll make a seperate post with the link when I publish, but for now, Happy Reading! 💖☺

The air of the grounds was colder than the last few, a bite to the air that left the tip of John's nose stinging a little with the prick of it. Not enough to be a bother, but enough that him and the other boys had noticed it, a few more layers draped over their shoulders or a blanket haphazardly thrown over jeans as most sat around the fire pits outside their campers. A few sat with a beer or whiskey in their hands, taking a sip every now and then to warm their insides as well.

John cast a glance back over his shoulder at the others, reaching into his sheepskin jacket to fish out the pack of Malboros he'd managed to aquire from one of the boys before his run today. He pulled out a single cigarette and slipped it between his lips before meandering his way further from the camp grounds and the sounds of fire crackling and laughter and towards the arena and the chutes, which only hours earlier in the heat of the sun he had managed to score the highest once again, this time on a big brown and white bull they called Hitchcock. Mean son of a gun with monster horns filed off at the tips and sounded like a Greek beast of mythology when he bellowed.

Lighting the tip of his cigarette with one quick flick of his hand, John blew the first inhale out in flimsy swirls in front of his face, barely illuminated by the last few arena lights still on at this time of the evening, while a few straggling competitors worked their horses before calling it a night. It was the quietest part of the day, other than when everyone was fast asleep, and other than a few people scattered here and there, packing up equipment or officials gossiping leaned up against the fences, the whole place had turned into a ghost town. The yards situated out behind the chutes where they kept the cattle and bulls in waiting before each run or event was a wash of darkness, the floodlights only just managing to cast enough illumination to see where you were going without running into the panels.

Luckily, they were empty now, no monster bulls or crammed cattle, all of them either trailered off to the next event or back home to whatever close by ranch or farm they came from. John supposed not unlike himself and the other competitors, who would have a day or two to drive all the way up to Washington to do it all over again.

The taste of tobacco was acrid on his tongue, coupled with the burning cool inhale of the evening air, but he delighted in it all the same. It was hard to figure out where the tobacco smoke and his own breath ended, swirling once again out into the night like a poison promise.

As John looked down at his dust-mottled boots kicking through the dirt, he found himself rounding the edge of the main chutes and further into the holding yards, further into the quiet. Though amongst the silence, the low hum of a voice reached him through the dark, a low drawl only just distinguishable but not clear enough the make out any words. He thought it just one of the other boys that had hung back, maybe gotten lost on the way back to the camp grounds behind him, but as he squinted against the deepening black, the sun finally dipping behind the mountain tops in the distance, he could vaguely make out the dimmed line of a horse's back in one of the pens, the spotlights over in the arena giving that small light source reflected off the animals coat.

It made him pause momentarily, listening to the continued sliver of a voice in the horse's direction. The animal was standing contently, rustling its nose into what sounded like a hay net in front of it every now and then. The silhouetted outline of a hat peeked up over it's whither, then disappeared as whoever was on the horse's other side leaned back down before appearing again. The telltale sound of a hard-brush raking over it's coat cut through the air rhythmically.

Taking another draw of his cigarette while also taking another few steps forward, he was able to finally make out the shining golden coat of the horse barely distinguishable in the low light, the palomino a familiar image. Now that he could also see what horse it was, he could also recognise the hummed deep drawl of Gale Cleven, talking softly to her as he cleaned her off for the night. John leaned his shoulder against the corner of one of the metal panels, resting his left foot against the curve of his right and took another long but quiet inhale of smoke and just observed the exchange, not wanting to alert Gale to the fact that he was there just yet.

Gale ducked underneath the curve of the mare's neck to change the side he was working on, the long white mane brushing over the brim of his black hat. He laid his hand against her shoulder as he started sweeping the brush down the line of her throat.

"Yeah, you're a good girl." His voice was calm and low, almost gravelled in it's tone. It made something unknown and foreign crawl it's way up John's back, a cold shiver not unlike the product of the chilled air sitting still around them. He swallowed it down with another draw. His eyes followed the long line of Gale's back, up to his shoulders that flexed with every pass of the brush, then down to the intricate leather work pattern of his belt, still only just visible. His gaze then tipped just a little further to the shape of his legs enveloped in dusty blue Wranglers, maybe a single size too big needed for the movement he was expected to need when in the saddle. He still looked amazing in them.

John shook his head of the thought and straightened, shoving his hands in the deep pockets of his sheepskin coat as he took a step forward.

"Hey, Buck. Little late out for you and your unicorn, ain't it?" He smirked, a hint of teasing in his tone. "Woulda thought you'd already be on your way up to Washington with the rest of 'em."

He could see Gale freeze in his movements, the brush halting it's path on Baby's coat. The mare snorted as if in protest, and Gale heaved a slight sigh, the line of his shoulders lilting slightly.

"Yeah, well. Guess I just needed a little more time to get myself sorted," the blond retorted coolly, his hand resuming the monotonous motions. "Could say the same about you, though I thought you'd be back at the campgrounds celebrating your victory for today."

Bucky felt the side of his mouth tilt at that as he came up close to Baby's head, watching the palomino mare side eye him as she buried her nose amongst the hay. In a fluid motion he lifted the sole of his boot and stamped out the remaining butt of his cigarette so as not to get any in either her's or Buck's face. He knew the blond hated the smell and the act in general. Especially if it was around horses or stock of any kind. John may have been as arse, but he wasn't a total one when he could help it.

Gale noticed the movement and hummed to himself in realisation, flicking a look in Bucky's direction before focusing back on the horse. An almost inaudible thanks floating on the air between them.

"Victory," Bucky said with a smile "I can celebrate any time. Plus I think Rosie hid most of the bourbon from me, the bastard. Or drank the rest of it on me, hard to say."

He couldn't one hundred percent trust his eyes, but he thought he saw the ghost of a smile light up Gale's face, only momentarily, before the other man tilted his head just enough so that it was out of John's eye line. It made something flicker in John's chest, but he swallowed it down before it fully formed itself.

Silence enveloped the two men for several minutes, Gale continuing with his grooming and John rotating his concentration between looking at Baby lazily chomping her hay and the way Gale's hands were so gentle and tentative over her.

Buck really loved his horses, John could see it every time he managed to catch a glimpse of him cinching them up before his runs, the way he handled the reins with the faintest touch, his seat in the saddle. The man was a legend among the rodeo circuit, whether it be the ropers or the barrel racers or any of the others. Even the bull riders. As much as John liked to tease him about it, crack jokes, he was in reality impressed with the man's skills and horsemanship. He knew it took a bit more of a different finesse than bull riding in it's own way. A soft-mouthed horse was a lot different than a hulking 1800 pound bull trying with every ounce of its power to unseat you by any means necessary. He had a lot of respect for any of the riders and their discipline, as much as he would blatantly deny it. Gale especially..

His mind flickered back to what he had witnessed, unbeknown to Gale, earlier in the day when the rodeo was full swing and the roping had just finished up. The officials were taking a hiatus between events to rake the arena and make sure it was set up with the barrels for the barrel racers.

He'd been present to Gale's run, seen the swiftness that he'd taken off, the mere seconds it took for him to throw the lasso around the quickly fleeing steer and the erupting cheers and hollers and whistles from the crowd as the announcer called out his praises. There were another few more competitors after Gale, but by the end it had been another flawless run, knocking the rest back on their haunches and adding another bright and shiny victory for Buck.

John couldn't help but smile seeing Buck do what he loved best, and be damned good at it. For all the jesting he'd spit forward in Buck's direction in digs at his manliness and the sport he ran, it really was just that, in jest.

He'd pushed off the fence and ran his hand through his sweat soaked hair before sitting his hat back atop and making his way behind the bleachers. Flashed Bubbles and Crosby a smile while they were bantering between themselves over something mundane.

His path was that of heading back to the campers, get his mind and head together before the drudging task of packing up his gear fell to him, just a part of the preparation to move on with the other guys to the next grounds and the next competition.

"Can't believe the shit you pull sometimes, Gale, I tell ya."

The cutting and frustrated voice of someone Bucky didn't recognise cut through the air a short ways ahead of him. It made John's brow crease, his eyes zeroing in on the distinct white and blue of Gale Cleven's own trailer slotted in amongst about five others parked in a loose circle.

John's footfalls became a little lighter as he moved silently in between a beat up off-white caravan and Crosby's gooseneck. One of the horses tied to the side of it gave him a flustered snort as he slipped up beside her, enough so that she hid him away from the eye line of the two figures Bucky managed to get in view.

Gale had his back turned to him, still all rigged up in his protective vest adorned with the countless patches of sponsors and brands he had supporting him, brown and blue chaps a little dirtier than when the day began. The tilt of the blond's black cattleman hat directed towards the dirt at his feet. The ridge of his shoulders looked tense but worn, a spring coiled, a pistol cocked. But worn (and almost defeated) in his stance nonetheless.

John turned his gaze to the older man in front of Buck, heavy set in his body build and a few inches shorter than Gale, greying hair peaking out from under the brim of his own hat. Silver-grey stubble lined his jaw, which was set hard. Almost as hard as his eyes, familiar ice blue but burning with this unfathomable disappointment and low intimidating anger.

John almost had to look away so as not feel that anger like it was directed at him. The air was absolutely thick with it. But that anger wasn't directed at him. It was directed at Gale.

"You expect to make it to the big leagues, make it to Vegas with a fucking dumpster fire of a performance like that? You'd last five seconds in that arena and not in the way we want it to count."

Gale's head raised slightly, maybe a vague attempt at making eye-contact with the older man in front of him, but quickly lowered it again, gloved hands coming up to rest on his hips. "I had a good run today, Dad. Another half a second off the clock than last season, and the others-"

"It don't much MATTER about the others than what you're putting out there, Gale! You're making it out here at the fairs and these simple half-time rodeos, but those buckles you got sitting at home ain't NOTHING compared to what you should be doing and bringing home."

The man took a step forward, digging his finger pointedly into the centre of Gale's chest, making the younger man have to rock back on his heels so as not to tip from the force of it.

"You're a Cleven, for fuck sake, act like one! Not like these nobody's and ranch hands you insist on hanging around with." the man spat cruelly.

There was a moment of silence, tension hanging in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife, before Gale's father moved even more into the blond cowboy's space, finger still firm against his sternum. Furious blue eyes only a whisper away from Buck's own, noses almost bumping as the scowl on Mr. Cleven's face deepened.

"You pick up your fucking slack, or don't bother coming home or using our family name. I won't have you tarnishing the Cleven's legacy I set out for you."

Another moment passed before the older man finally pulled his finger away from Gale's chest with a snap of his wrist. Bucky thought he'd see a hole left there in it's wake with the force he'd exuded behind it. Blood leaking out just as quickly as Gale's confidence must have been.

Without another word, Mr. Cleven turned with a low exclamation, wandering off back towards the main arena with the sound of spurs following behind him. John though, could only keep his eyes on the stone still figure that was Buck, the younger man not having moved a single inch as his father had stormed away from him.

As if it even possible, John swore he could see the fight leave Buck, ripped out from that invisible hole left behind by his father's finger. His shoulders slouched just that tiny bit, no longer standing tall like the Gale he knew. One of Gale's hands came up to pinch the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger, brim of his hat tipping down once again so that his eyes were directed at the dirt.

John held his breath and felt something pull harshly inside of himself when Gale brought his hand away, and the distinct patch of wetness staining the soft tan leather of Gale's glove caught his eye.

With a heaved breath and a rolling of his shoulders, Buck finally moved from his position and disappeared in between the other trailers, leaving John with a stone-hard sensation in the base of his throat and a frown that ended up making itself at home on his brow for most of the remainder of the day. Even Curt had commented on it when he'd passed him earlier that night, over near the bull rider's camp as they had all been sitting by the flames of the fire pit.

Back in the present now, John was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Gale's voice cutting through them. He blinked, focusing back on Buck's face, which uncharacteristically actually had a touch of worry surfaced there.

"Sorry, what?" John managed, sounding dazed, distracted.

The ghost of a smirk lifted one corner of Buck's lips, his baby blues almost baring a hole through John's own. "I said did you have a stroke? Haven't heard you this quiet since you got here. All those falls in the arena finally catching up to you?"

A huff escaped Bucky's lips, his own smirk mirroring Gale's, just a bit more obvious.

"Oh, har har, the pretty cowboy's got jokes, huh?"

If he didn't know better, he would have sworn he saw a hint of blush colour Buck's cheeks before his face went blank and he turned his attention back to the brush in his hand, which had once again gone stoically still in their exchange. Baby tossed her head in their direction in obvious protest before pulling at the hay again.

"You got no idea," Gale said lightly, clearing his throat with the same gentleness. His face had once again dropped into the emotionless mask that John was often witness and accustomed to, like the blond had internally put up some sort of barbed wire fence, intent on keeping any vague emotions sheltered and hidden away.

It was a fence John wanted to take a pair of wire-cutters to.

Without thinking, Buck let the words he so desperately knew Gale needed to hear slip past his lips and into the settled quiet of the night.

"You did good today. Just wanted to let you know that."

Once again, Buck's hand stilled in the movement of brushing, and Baby actually let out a grunt this time in obvious annoyance that her grooming kept being interrupted. Though the two men weren't faced, John could still see Buck watching him out of the corner of his eye. A startled deer ready at a moments notice to bound off at the first sign of danger.

It twisted John's gut, made him feel a rising disdain towards the man he knew was now the cause of Gale's weariness, if not partially or fully, he wasn't one hundred percent certain.

All the boys there had been through their fair share of rough upbringings, absent fathers, dead fathers, non-existent, you name it. And he should have know Gale was no exception. Having a father and mother himself who didn't exactly show their support when he told them he wanted to pursue bull riding as a career, John had a bit of a more gracious understanding of most situations. It was a far stone to throw though, when you had an asshole of a father like Buck's obviously was, and a famous asshole of a father at that, that expected you to fill his boots even bigger than he could until you were bursting from the stitchings in the side.

It was no small talk that Gale Buck Cleven was, well, a Cleven. One of the most famous roping names in the rodeo world as far back as what Bucky could remember reading about in one of the Western Horseman magazines he had flicked through one day off of the coffee table in Curt's trailer. Generation after generation of skilled horseman, Champions and legends, articles and newspapers and long-winded news stories on the internet. Most of them featured Gale's name as the precipice now, but always circling back to the great Cleven cowboys that came before him. And God, were they some big boots to be expected to fill.

But as far as Buck could tell, Gale was continuously climbing the ranks in anything he set himself to. It was always his name being praised over the speakers, and his hands that those buckles and trophies were passed into at the end of the day.

" 'preciate it," Buck mumbled carefully, so low John almost didn't catch it. "But it coulda been better. Alot better."

Bucky scoffed in reply, his mouth slightly agape in a grin that this time hinted on something a little more intent than playfulness. "Are you kiddin' me? Buck you kicked their sorry asses out there today. I ain't ever seen you get the timer buzzed that fast, and I can say now that the amount of times I've seen you compete, wouldn't surprise me if you broke some sort of record."

As the words sunk into Gale, he sat the brush on Baby's back, her hide twitching at the feeling, and turned to face John fully but slowly, a look almost akin to surprise knitting his features underneath a confused frown.

John almost thought Buck was going to say something in contempt in his direction, but as he saw Gale's gaze soften ever so slightly, his eyebrows flickering for a millisecond into something that almost resembled confusion, his heart squeezed with that unknown feeling once again.

"You've watched my runs?" Buck said softly. "All of 'em?"

John's mouth once again dropped open as an unexpected warmth flushed the top of his own cheeks. He lifted his hand to rub at the back of his neck, through his own slightly damp dark curls there.

"Uh, well, yeah. The ones I've seen since I got here to this circus anyway." he said with a smile. He wasn't going to tell Gale that he may have also looked up a few of his runs in Buck's slightly younger days, all bright eyed and just as determined, but not as much tension permanantly etched on his features.

John couldn't believe his eyes when he witnessed Gale's entire stance soften, even if it was only by a hair, something unspoken opening up there as an actual chuckle slipped past Gale's lips with a small shake of his head and a genuine grin breaking through.

He dropped his eyes from John's for a second or two, looking lost in a thought. "Circus is about the right way to put it, I reckon." Gale huffed.

His eyes flickered back up to look squarely at John's own, before casting off over towards the arena that was still lit with a few spotlights. Most of the riders that had been walking their horses around in circles had retired for the night. The sands were empty and still.

Something still troubled and haunted Gale's eyes though, and John couldn't help but swallow down an uncomfortable thickness that had settled itself in his sternum.

"I mean it, though. I'm not bullshitting you." Buck said gently, following Gale's eyeline to the arena. "I may not be much of a horse type cowboy, you know I can't really ride for shit," Gale chuffed at that, "but even I can recognize a real cowboy when I see one, especially one that's a rank above the rest."

Gale actually looked back and held his eyes for more than a mere few seconds this time, something so soft but still that hint of disbelieving pooled there, but it was a damned start. It felt like an entire lifetime that John held that gaze, letting himself be swallowed by it.

Buck's long pale fingers rested once again on the jut of his hips, which cocked slightly to the side in the movement. "Never thought I'd hear a genuine compliment from John Bucky Egan himself," Gale managed.

Once again that coltish smile shaped the blond's lips, wider, more confident this time. Still a tad sheepish, still guarded, but Buck found himself wanting that smile to stay, for a lot longer than mere seconds. He wanted to see that smile every second. Wanted to relish in the fact that he had caused that, had cut down that first strand of metaphorical barbed wire that had obviously wrapped itself around Gale's heart.

His own grin mirrored Gale's then, he couldn't keep it at bay. Couldn't wrangle it back.

"Don't get used to it, pretty boy. I gotta keep up appearances you know." Bucky leaned forward slightly, hand coming up beside his mouth and giving a quick glance in either direction before slipping Gale a wink. "The boys might think I've gone soft."

Gale rolled his eyes with what Bucky could have sworn was fondness.

"Can't have that now can we." he chuckled.

The warmth of it gave John's heart it's own flame. It cast itself there like a stray needle from a cactus catching in the hem at the bottom of his jeans. There to stay, not easily shaken this time.

Still with that smile, John regarded Buck carefully, letting himself fully take in the man standing in front of him. The slightly dusty blond hairs straying out from underneath his hat, falling in a haphazard curl on his forehead. The soft baby blue eyes, framed by dark blond lashes that fanned his cheeks in an almost elegant way every time he blinked or lowered his gaze. The strong line of his nose that lead down to the cupid's bow of his top lip then down to the fullness of them, that put the prettiest buckle-bunnies to complete and utter shame.

"You know, uh," John began softly, his smile dropping the tiniest bit, only in concentration at the serious tone he now felt rise in him. Buck cocked his head to the side at the sound, "when this whole circuit ends at the NFR is Vegas, and there were only two cowboy's left in that arena, it'd be me, and it'd be you, Buck."

Something sparked in Buck's eyes, his smile towards John softening even further as a deep but gentle laugh escaped him. "Don't count on it."

[lady06reaper]

More requests (me have lots of ideas but zero writing skills-)

South Park meeting reader who is like hella countrysided. Like hunting, fishing, accent, even has a few horses and a farm she goes to occasionally.

Or how they would react to being kicked off a horse lmao. - Marshmellow

MARSHMELLOW YOU SPOIL ME! 5 REQUESTS BACK TO BACK!? ofc I'm doing the south park ones first bc I need to think on the vikings ones, and also I'm more familiar with country stuff

we'll do the main four x country!reader platonically

On the first day of school you show up in dusty steel toe boots, Wrangler jeans, and a beat up hoodie

of course you stood out, and of course Mr. Garrison told the main four to show you around (and be your friend)

"So uh, where are you from?"

"Texas, much colder 'ere than there but atleast it ain't wind cold!"

the boys looked so confused when your accent busted out

like huh? what did you just say?

"Texas? so yer a hick? do you fuck your cousins?"

"SHUT UP FATASS! OF COURSE SHE DOESNT FUCK HER COUSINS!"

you were taken aback by Eric and Kyle's outbursts

but being from Texas meant you had a mouth of your own

"Now listen 'ere tubby tubby, I ain't no damn hick, yer thinking of more east than Texas. and fer fucking my cousins that's some Alabama shit that I don't partake in. You insult my culture one more damn time and I'll hog tie you up in a tree fer the wild kitties to play with. We got an understandin'?"

that shut him up right quick

after that you invite the boys over to your ranch where horses and cattle roam free

Kenny loved all the taxidermied animals that were hung on the wall, all shot and killed by you and your dad

the others... not so much, it mostly creeped them out that you have a wild boar hanging on the wall, stuffed or not

you ever seen that video where the guy in the bathroom is touching a taxidermied deers balls and gets caught?

yea that's Eric in your bathroom when he sees a bucks ass sitting above your toilet on the wall

"You boys wanna do some real cowboying? we got a young bronco that needs broken in and you fellas are gonna help"

when they got out to the ring and saw the young bronco they all thought oh this won't be so bad

until they saw you get bucked off of it

eyes wide jaws dropped

CARTMAN: he didn't even last as long as you did on the little guy

"I WANT MY MUUUUUM!"

STAN: he was freaked out but kept a level head, he lasted for a decent time but still got bucked off

"How the hell do you do this? My whole body is screaming!"

KYLE: he was like Stan, except he vocally expressed his fear by screaming the entire time

"GET ME OFF THIS DAMN THING!"

KENNY: for shits and giggles Kenny once rode a mechanical bull so this wasn't different... except it was a live young bronco who was much meaner

"oh my God! the horse killed kenny!"

"you bastard!"

you as a being was a total culture shock to them, but all in all yall remain good friends, and somehow you keep Eric in place with the hog tie threat every time

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (72)

*Planning a fake funeral is hard!* Read [this] first.

Coryo: Hey, Class Press.

Felix: Yes, Snowy?

Coryo: Poor Aeneas just called me earlier and said that his little sister is getting discharged from the hospital today.

Felix: Who’s Aeneas again?

Coryo: The Banshee’s surprisingly nicer and smarter older brother.

Felix: The same guy who was forced to sleep inside a tiny doghouse by his parents for being born good?

Coryo: Yup. That Aeneas.

Felix: Oh, I remember now. Poor guy. He deserves better.

Coryo: Yeah. Poor guy. So are we going to celebrate Arachne Crane’s recovery or what?

Hilarius: Are we?

Festus: I’m not. She gave me a proper black eye for saving her screeching spidery ass.

Palmyra: She’s not dead?

Clemensia: Palm Palm, that’s mean. Arachne was almost choked to death by her crazy Tribute.

Coryo: To be fair, crazy Brandy was hungry. She wanted to steal and eat the spider’s ✨Heaven Bread✨.

Domitia: Hungry? But Tanner told me that Brandy stole his bread rolls, cheese tarts, and 2 cans of beer before the spider came and made her a sh*tty sandwich.

Coryo: She’s like Percy’s little gremlin. She won’t stop eating no matter what.

Persephone: True. Mizzen has a Tartarus like stomach.

Festus: And the raging appetite of a thousand grown men.

Persephone: He can even eat Domitia’s whole family farm.

Domitia: Even my sweet daddy’s baby duck sanctuary?

Persephone: Especially the baby duck sanctuary.

Palmyra: So Craney really survived Brandy Sharp Candy?

Diana: Fortunately.

Festus: Tragically.

Diana: Creed!

Festus: She punched me in the face.

Coryo: 4 times.

Festus: It still hurts.😞

Coryo: And now she’s wearing an ugly neck brace because of it.

Felix: Wow. Who would’ve thought that my weird prediction came true.

Gaius: Cool.

Diana: Does that mean that you’re now a seer, Class Pres?

Felix: I wish.

Apollo: In a scale of Dr.Gaul’s ugly mutts to Clemensia’s pretty Mr. Paris Patty, how ugly is Arachne Crane’s neck brace?

Sejanus: Pit bull rabbit mutt ugly.

Apollo: Really?

Sejanus: Truly.

Diana: I can’t wait to see it.☺️

Palmyra: But are you 100 percent sure that our local Banshee is still the same Banshee?

Sejanus: What do you mean?

Palmyra: What if she’s now a cat trap in a box and we don’t know what’s happening inside?

Coryo: She’s not Schrödinger's cat!

Palmyra: Who’s Schrödinger?

Domitia: Monty, please.

Palmyra: But she hasn’t replied to my emails for 2 straight days now.

Domitia: So?

Palmyra: That means she’s dead in my books.

Domitia: Do you want to know the real reason why the spider doesn’t reply to your weird emails?

Palmyra: Yes! I love honesty.😊

Domitia: She doesn’t like you.

Palmyra: Ok! So what’s the truth?

Domitia: She doesn’t like you!

Palmyra: That’s a lie. Everybody likes me. Even Dr. Gaul and her rainbow snakey snakeys like me.

Domitia: You need help.

Palmyra: I like kelp too!

Domitia: I hate you.

Palmyra: I date me too.😊

Domitia: You’re hopeless.

Palmyra: Thank you! You’re a nice friend, Tia.

Domitia: We’re not friends.

Palmyra: Best friends!🥰

Hilarius: Lol. I’m recording this.

Florus: But just to be sure, does anyone have legitimate proof that the spider is still the spider?

Sejanus: *raises hand*

Florus: Really? You of all people?

Sejanus: Yup! The other day, me, Coryo, Lizzie, and Creed had a secret slumber party inside her hospital room without her knowing.

Festus: We stole her ice cream.

Coryo: I ate her mother’s homemade apple pie. It was a little bit dry and flaky, but I still gave it a 7 out of 10 for trying.

Lysistrata: I stole her morphling bottles and sold them to Dennis.

Festus: I drew a mustache on her face while she was sleeping.

Sejanus: And I took some photos and short videos for Felix.

Florus: Photos? Photos of Crane sleeping?

Sejanus: No. They were photos and videos of Crane swearing and screeching at Lizzie and Festus.

Florus: Can you share them with me?

Felix: Flory, I posted them in our secret group chat, remember?

Florus: You made a secret group chat without me?!

Felix: Sh*t. I think Urban and Io forgot to add you.

Apollo: Don’t worry, Flory. I’ll add you.☺️

Florus: Thanks.😞

Pup: Actually, we’ve already added you in our group chat before.

Florus: Then why am I not in chat anymore?

Pup: I think Ban Ban and Andie accidentally kicked you out.

Florus: Why? What did I do?

Pup: They thought you were secretly Dean Highbottom in disguise.

Florus: Is it because of my profile picture?

Pup: Definitely.

Florus: My profile picture is cute and perfectly fine!

Pup: Your profile picture’s a fat goldfish drinking booze.

Florus: It’s simple and symbolic.

Pup: Change it.

Lysistrata: Yo, can we share the photos with Lucky Flickerman?

Florus: That magical clown was added in the group chat before me?!

Lysistrata: Yes, but anyway-

Florus: Anyway?! Felix, explain yourself!

Felix: Don’t look at me. I didn’t add no magical clown in chat.

Lysistrata: I did.

Clemensia: Of course you did, Lizzie. Of course you did.🙄

Lysistrata: He said that he’ll give us 20 bucks, 2 crates of candy corn, a free bird show, and a bucket of chicken wings.

Clemensia: No. Just no. We are not sharing Crane’s ugly pictures with that clown and Capitol News.

Lysistrata: He’s a magician.

Clemensia: That’s not the point!

Lysistrata: He can talk to birds!

Coryo: I’m allergic to weird birds.

Festus: Same.

Apollo: Aren’t we all here to talk about Crane’s miraculous recovery and celebration?

Dennis: Hear me out-

Clemensia: No.

Dennis: Just this once. I swear that you might even like it.

Felix: Fire away, Denny.

Dennis: How about we arrange a fake funeral as a “welcome back” party for Crane instead? What do you guys think?

Coryo: A fake what?

Dennis: A fake funeral!

Festus: That sounds fun.

Dennis: An exclusive fake funeral for our local screeching Banshee and her dead sh*tty sandwich!😀

Clemensia: Dennis, that’s madness-

Sejanus: Denny, that’s brilliant! You’re a genius! A genius!

Coryo: I’m with Seji Pie.

Palmyra: Me too!

Hilarius: Let’s do it!

Felix: But just for formalities-

Clemensia: Or Panem’s sake.

Felix: Raise your good hand if you want to arrange a fake funeral for Arachne Banshee Crane tomorrow.

Everyone: *immediately raises their hand except for Clemensia*

Apollo: Yey! Fake funeral!

Clemensia: You guys disappoint me.

Diana: Are we going to sing ✨Gem of Panem✨?

Felix: Of course! It’s part of the ceremony.

Diana: Can we sing ✨Somewhere Over The Rainbow✨ after?

Felix: Sure! You and Coryo can sing the rainbow song together.

Coryo: But can Sejanus and I sing ✨My Heart Will Go On✨ after my duet with Ring?

Sejanus: Please, Class Pres! Let me sing with my Coryo! I’ll pay you 10 bucks and 4 crates of posca.

Felix: Fine. You can sing whatever love song you feel like singing.

Everyone: Yey!

Festus: But can I bring a big ass silver crane to serve as the main centerpiece for tomorrow’s funeral?

Felix: Are you talking about the weird looking long-legged bird or the one used for construction?

Festus: A big ass metal crane that my mother uses for construction.

Felix: A literal crane?! You want to bring a literal crane to poor Arachne’s funeral?!

Festus: It’s a fake funeral. Anything goes.

Felix: Why, Creed? Just why?!

Festus: Coryo and Seji Pie can even swing on the crane while performing ✨My Heart Will Go On✨.

Diana: Can I swing too?

Festus: As long as you wear my dad’s old neon pink harness.

Coryo: Wait. Are we going to jump down the crane after we sing?

Sejanus: That’s a good idea.

Festus: Don’t worry, Snowy. I’ll make sure that there’s a working ambulance nearby.

Coryo: Working? What do you mean by working?!

Festus: May the odds be ever in your favor, Bestie.☺️

Coryo: Thanks.

Sejanus: Just to be safe, I’ll bring 10 parachutes.

Festus: *turns to Felix* So Class Pres, what do you say? Metal crane or no metal crane?

Felix: Fine. You can bring your mother’s old metal crane.

Festus: Yey!

Felix: But just one.

Festus: No promises.

Apollo: Can we bring fireworks? I love fireworks.

Felix: One box each.

Apollo: You’re the best, Class Pres!

Dennis: Yo, I have another idea. What if-

Clemensia: Dennis, shut up.

Dennis: Hear me out, hear me out-

Clemensia: Suck a di-

Hilarius: Let the man cook!

Clemensia: He can’t cook.

Hilarius: Let the businessman cook!

Palmyra: I wanna cook!😀

Everyone: No.

Dennis: What if we use Creed’s crane to lift up Arachne’s empty casket while Diana, Sejanus, and Coryo are standing on it. What do you think?

Coryo: Standing where exactly?

Dennis: On the casket.

Coryo: While being lifted up?

Dennis: Yes.

Diana: Does that mean that we’re going to perform with the birds?!

Coryo: Not the birds!

Sejanus: I’m excited!

Gaius: That’s brilliant! Capitol News will love it!

Hilarius: I can’t wait to record that.

Dennis: And what if-

Clemensia: You’re an idiot.

Dennis: What if the rest of us are riding 12 pink chariots covered with white and yellow roses while Coryo and Sejanus are singing their love song above us! What do you guys think?😀

Felix: Why chariots? Why not cars?

Dennis: Because we’re Roman Empire fanatics, Class Pres.

Felix: True. We do love the Roman Empire and Greek Mythology.

Apollo: Do you know that I was named after the sun god?😊

Festus: Obviously.

Dennis: Fun fact! My first name is actually Dionysus.

Domitia: We’re still going to call you “Dennis” after this, ya know.

Dennis: I know.😔

Felix: But where exactly are we going to get 12 pink chariots before tomorrow’s event?

Dennis: Mama Cardew.

Felix: Right. I’ll call Livia’s mom later.

Apollo: How about the roses?

Felix: Coryo?

Coryo: Sure. I’ll ransack my grandmother’s garden again.

Dennis: Good! That settles it.

Felix: But where are we going to hold Crane’s fake funeral anyway?

Dennis: In front of the Presidential Palace.

Felix: We can’t! My granduncle might die from embarrassment.

Dennis: The President of Panem will love it! He might even give a funny speech tomorrow!

Felix: You’re killing me.

Dennis: Don’t be like that, Class Press. Your crazy Gran Gran loves attending weird funerals.

Felix: Dennis, please.

Dennis: I’ll give you a banned Lana Del Rey album next week.

Felix: For free?

Dennis: 2 Lana Del Rey albums.

Felix: Fine! I’ll call my crazy Gran Gran right now. *calls President Ravinstill*

Pres.Ravinstill: Hello? Is this the royal dog walker? My puppies are sleeping right now-

Felix: Gran Gran, this is Felix.

Pres.Ravinstill: Ah! My favorite son!

Felix: I’m not your son. I’m your grandnephew, remember?

Pres.Ravinstill: What do you want from your dear old Gran Gran, my sweet son and heir? Do you want another golden chair? I can give you another golden chair-

Felix: Can we arrange a fake funeral in front of the Presidential Palace tomorrow?

Pres.Ravinstill: Am I invited?

Felix: You’ll be speaking on stage.

Pres.Ravinstill: I approve!

Felix: Thank you, Gran Gran. You’re the best.

Pres.Ravinstill: I’m the best!

Felix: I’ll hang up now-

Pres.Ravinstill: But can your poor old man wear an extra large burrito blanket and a pink balaclava for tomorrow’s event?

Felix: Wear whatever you want. You’re the President, remember?

Pres.Ravinstill: Yes! I’m the President!

Felix: Goodbye, Mr. President.

Pres.Ravinstill: See you late, son.

Felix: *Hangs up the phone* Gran Gran approves!

Everyone: Yey!

Palmyra: Weewoo!

Festus: I love you guys!

Sejanus: So who’s telling Crane?

Coryo: It’s a surprise.

Sejanus: Nice! I love surprises.☺️

Clemensia: I’m homeschooling my children.

[transwicky]

Farm Boy Wicky has clearly hit y'all somewhere deep and accepting and I'm pleased by it.

So some headcanons:

Ollie visits the farm for winter break Year 2.

He loves the animals dearly, but mostly he loves how excited Wicky is with introducing him to every single animal.

Wicky can make jerky out of just about every kind of meat imaginable because he uncle taught him.

His mother taught him how to milk the goats.

He HAS in fact artificially inseminated a cow or 2 before (fascinating process btw)

He has also assisted in castrating a bull before (His cousin is a vet and her assistant was sick, so he helped her. No, it is not in fact legal. Nobody discusses it).

Ollie has walked to help Wicky collect the eggs but they pass the goats and find one of the bucks mounted on a nanny goat (based on the 3 times I've gone to the zoo and found the tortoises fucking)

Wicky assures him that's normal.

Ollie is scarred for life

Wicky owns a pony that he spoils absolutely rotten with affection.

In Year 3, Ollie resigns himself to the fact that he is, in fact, going to propose to Wicky on their anniversary, and he's accepted he's going to marry a farm boy and hopefully they can plan a good future around a bunch of cute, albeit smelly, livestock.

Year 4, Wicky brings a whole ass live chicken to Samwell and Bitty is torn on following the no animals bylaw and letting it go due to the fact he gets free eggs now.

Nursey is deathly afraid of the chicken whose name is Henny (like Penny, get it?)

The coaches have no idea how to react when Wicky shows up to first practice with a handful of eggs and just. Gives it to them.

They're so confused but Wicky was always weird when it came to animals.

Tango regularly sits and cuddles with Henny.

Ok tbh once the "brings a chicken to school" headcanon happened, the rest became crack headcanons but also I'm not wrong

[daisys-gard3n]

Man, I can't stop thinking about hucow Rykiel he just wants to love and be loved and I want to take care of him, my sweet baby 🥺

Oh he's so brand new to your farm and he's so anxious, you just gotta help him get used to how everything is ran around here. He has cute little curved horns and little ears that look like they're always flopped down, his tail sticks straight up with you startle him like a cat. And he probably wears a bell collar just so you know where he is if he runs off into hiding after getting scared by one of the other creatures. You just have to work on getting him all nice and comfortable, taking babysteps and eventually he wont be so anxious around you. He'll be able to talk to you about his day or any troubles he has, he'll lessen how much he fidgets, and generally he'll be less stressed out. The first time he has to get milked? Hoo man, you have to make him sit and hold onto something while he's whining and squirming the whole time you're massaging his chest. Hucow chests (if they're not bull breeds) are v sensitive, Rykiel's barely been touched so this is gonna be a whole new experience for him. Grabbing onto your arms as you milk him, tears in his eyes while whining and panting as you squeeze at his nipples to empty his chest out. Might cum his pants if you do it long enough. Eventually though...You're gonna get a clingy cow on your radar. Cuddling up on you and even taking the lead of saying he needs to be milked, just to have you touch at him. Who knows, you might have an opportunity to sell his cum for insemination because he's starting to cozy on up to you. You always do everything for him, why can he do the same to you? He might have been anxious at the beginning but he's still a good male, he can take care of you too. Although, Rykiel sort of pavloved himself into needing nipple stimulation to get off, so he'll be dragging your hands to his chest and begging you to play with them while he's stuffed deep inside of you. He could also ask if you could suck on his tits while he rutted into you. Safe to say Rykiel's very well adjusted to the farm now.

[imaginedreamwrite]

I think snowbird is happy to go with Curtis the first time. He’s eager to show her what he does, and she’s eager to learn more about him. She’s heard the other wives talking about it as well. Without a doubt they’re not leaving without some baby goats, a couple alpacas, a miniature cow, and a miniature donkey. 🥰 Snowbird wants to start dying her own wool to knit with, and making goats milk soap.

“I’ve never been to one of these, honestly I’ve never even seen equipment this big.” Coming from California and within concrete cities, you’d never been around farm equipment or any of the tools Curtis used.

“Do you want to walk around here? Or come with me to the other building?” Curtis kept close to you, his hand on your lower back and his broad chest touching your left shoulder, a constant security and affectionate display.

“You’re going to the bull sale?” You turned your head and looked up at him, your eyes meeting his bright gaze and brilliant soft smile. “To buy…cows?”

“Bulls,” Curtis drew his hand under your chin, every endearment bleeding through his gentle touch, “you can wander around here.”

“I’ll meet up with you, then.” You felt your flesh becoming warm under his touch and your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed your cheek before drawing himself away.

“I’ll be in the other building, and I have my phone if you need me.” Curtis reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his wallet, handing it to you with. “Get anything you want, I mean it. Everything or anything.”

You grasped the leather and slipped it into your purse, watching Curtis walk away from you. As he stepped out of sight, you’d taken another look at the piece of farm equipment that towered above your head, and then side-eyed the booths set up around the arena.

“Mr. Everett,” Curtis kept his back to one of the livestock organizers, but a smile broke on his face and he was tempted to chuckle under his breath, “we have the transportation for your cattle arranged but-”

“Mrs. Everett bought some animals?” Curtis reached for the papers held out for him, the documents detailing the health and history of the animals he now had partial responsibility over.

“A few mini-cows, goats, an alpaca-” the assistant spoke and Curtis looked over the list with a lopsided grin.

“A whole zoo,” he let his laugh slip, flipping over the requisition to read the other side, “Mrs. Everett…”

“We can arrange to have them transported or if you’d like to pick them up yourself…well you know…” Curtis nodded his head in agreement and then turned back toward the pen with the few cattle unable to be transported today.

As he waited, Curtis saw you from the corner of his eye. He turned to face you and rest an elbow on the green metal tail, waiting for you to step onto the dirt path and continue toward him.

“I bought some things…” you we’re sheepish, stepping toward him with caution as if you were afraid he’d reacted in anger. “Some animals…”

“Mrs. Everett,” Curtis drew you against his chest, one arm a slipping around your waist and the other removing his hat from his head to place it upon yours, “I wouldn’t have cared if you bought a thousand animals.”

“You wouldn’t?” You preened under his touch, shivering when his lips brushed against yours. “You’re not mad?”

“No, sweetheart!” He fixed his cowboy hat on your head, brushing his hand up and down your back. “I’m glad you had fun. Although I’m going to have to build another pen for you and your critters.”

“You wouldn’t mind? I promise I’ll help.” Your hands snaked up his chest to the lapels of his jacket, fingertips grazing the edge of his jaw.

“I’m looking forward to it, Mrs. Everett.”

[formula-fun]

First of all, love your fics! Ur really talented! No pressure at all but do u know when the next update is gonna be? Could u recommend us some lestappen fics to read until ur next chapter? 😭🙏🏼

Hiiiii baby, thanks so much!!! I know I say it a lot but I truly do mean to have it out in the next few days! It's at about 12K right now and I've highlighted three sections that need better transitions to the section after them, so I basically have three short scenes to write and then proofreading, and then it'll (hopefully) be good to go. Thanks so much for waiting, and it's always nice to know people are excited about it!! I swear I'll try to have it out to you as fast as possible <3333

I should probably do a long official rec list soon as well, but there's a short one for you under the cut!!

/krak ʃɪt/ - @xiaoluclair - series - i love love love crack always and forever, and this is absolutely perfect. If you need something light and short to cheer you up this will have you set for the rest of forever. Their vibe is so fuckin good and these always make me laugh so hard!

on the limit - @drivestraight - 6.8 - this entire series is gorgeous, but I want to recommend this part in particular because even as a standalone I think it's really really brilliant! It's packed with so much subtext and such a punchy start to a series that ended up changing the way i think about this pairing, i love it

all this happened, more or less - @lightningmickqueen - 10.3K - the drama the melancholy the intrigue the overall vibe!! i reread this all the damn time and honestly it never makes me any less insane. fics with tweets and headlines worked into them never fail to make me lose my shit, i just love it and this is so well done

oui chef - @actparci - 16K - this is like if f1 met the bear except honestly the bear could never. i want to eat this fic and not just because it's about food. the found family restaurant vibe is perfectly done and everything about it just works, and I love Max and Charles' whole dynamic in this but also the way it builds up into them being work spouses. also max mother henning his friends is something that we will literally never have enough of fuck ya!!!!

+1

Where The Heart Is - @gemjam - 57K - this isn't lestappen and is a little older but it belongs on every rec list i ever do because it was one of the first f1 fics I ever read when i was introduced to the sport almost 10 years ago! i was a certified ferrari fan and red bull hater from the beginning, but the vibe of red bull as a little family compels me to this day and is simply so so essential and still so real. we have been shipping ferrari drivers with red bull drivers for ten long slutty years and we will continue to do so. It's also so good as a coming of age story!!!! it's honest and awkward and life isn't always perfect and people don't always behave their best whether theyre kids or teenagers or parents! Nobody has it all figured out, but they choose to keep trying every day and they love each other the best they can and i could honestly write an essay about how much that meant to me when I was 16 but also how dear to me that idea is at 25. also this fic introduced me to spanish tortilla which was a massive win, and it made me want a farm as a teenager and now im an architecture student and i understand workaholic adrian on a spiritual level. like this fic is so rich ive been screaming about it for a whole decade if you want to try something different give it a shot