#milk farm tag

[heartfullofleeches]

There's been a lot of taller darlings lately and while I love them, it's about time for another shorter one-

Tiny Mouse Darling who moves into the milk cow hybrid's farm house - blissfully unaware there's a cow living in the walls. Eggnog doesn't take kindly to strangers or intruders, but they can't fathom how a small, adorable mouse like darling has survived on their own before stumbling across their home.

Darling finds cheese and bottles of eggnog stashed around the house, but there isn't a single sign of life besides them in that empty home. They know it isn't theirs, but dairy doesn't have the longest shelf life so whoever left it behind surely won't mind if they take it-

Eggnog won't. Poor thing looked like they hadn't had a decent meal in ages. They know their milk isn't the best for other products like cheese or butter, but there's other cows in town they could visit.

"You've been ordering a lot of cheese lately, Eggnog. Any particular reason why?"

"Ah....There's a little mouse scurrying around my home... I want to let them know it's theirs too..if they'd like to stay."

Darling panics when their favorite coat disappears right off their shoulders while they're sleeping- They search the house top to bottom, the coat magically reappearing where they lay, but there's something different about it.

"The holes are mended... It's like brand new..."

Realistically speaking, they didn't have many wears in it left. Now, it's likely to outlive them. So many good things have happened to them since they've moved in. There must be an angel watching over that old barn house.

Eggnog's never considered themself as an angel for doing what come naturally to them, but if that's what the mouse chooses to call them they'll uphold the title with pride.

Eggnog's probably Darling's sleep paralysis demon whenever they go into a food coma from eating all that cheese, but they're just worried about their little mouse :(

[heartfullofleeches]

So glad my mentions are working again because missing this would be a crime. You make them so pretty- Thank you so much ahhhhh

Little sketch of @heartfullofleeches OC Eggnog. I've been thinking about them so much as of late..!

[3liza]

SEATTLE AREA POSTERS I am canceling my Smith Brothers milk delivery for being a fail company with cringe product and policies. if you care

[pyrriax]

no shaders for these screenshots because my poor laptop was having a terrible time just trying to play on the server today (i think part of it was because because there were people out exploring the end, since that just opened up yesterday) but there's the mostly finished bedroom and the beginnings of the actual house! i have it divided into two sections: the main "cozy" house part and the library tower which i'm still trying to decide how i want to look. dont mind the chests and crafting stations those are just There because i didn't want to take them down yet lol

bonus screenshots of whatever the hell happened to me. because i think i got cursed for going to the end to help somebody

the grey particles are kind of hard to see but i have. actually no idea where they came from?? i don't usually have particle effects unless i just healed myself/another player. soooo...... server lore things :)

[heartfullofleeches]

Very colorful, extremely cute. I know I can't say much about another's character, but I feel Ash would get along well with Cotton Candy/Cobie. They're a clown that loves to put on a good show, but they're also a painter and would love to have him finish off one of their pieces with one of their flowers. Cotton can be a bit invasive though, but will step back a bit if you ask.... Most of the time. Rambling aside, I love them and glad you made them

The stage glimmered in the colourful lights. Mesmerising the crowd who was cheering, waiting for the last performance.

The atmosphere and lovely crew of clowns, dancers, even animals made sure to keep the crowd engaged.

It all went amazing so far, you didn’t regret coming. You whispered to your friends that this indeed was worth the money.Besides, it’s not every day a circus comes into the town.

“It’s not the end!”

You friend smiled brightly

“There is still trapeze act to wrap it all up, and the aerialist is so cute!”

They squealed.

You smiled, and nodded.

There is no reason to not believe them.

“Ladies and gentlemen!

And all of the people that came here today!”

The crowd cheered, and the voice continued.

“Thank you for your patience, this is sadly the last act, but trust me Ash will make this goodbye an amazing one”

You looked up, the lights flickered into one point, revealing the infamous aerialist.

He smiled brightly, bowing. The crown went wild.

Your eyes locked with his, and you could have sworn his smile got bigger.

But that’s not possible, he wouldn’t notice you. Right?

Hello, I am Maggot

Here I present you my take on cow hybrid oc

Of course @heartfullofleeches

I promised to tag you haha,

Please check out the Milk farm on their tumbler! :D

Before we start, what’s aerialist?

well!

Uncle google says:

“An aerialist is an acrobat who specializes in mid-air tricks, like trapeze performances. If you go to the circus, you'll get to watch aerialists flying through the air.”

Now that is explained let’s get to know the oc :)

Give warm applause to

Ash Firefly

Pronouns: he/they

Sexuality: pansexual

Now seeing Ash on stage and meeting him casually is like meeting two separate people!

How is that? Well, Ash feels very confident durning his performances, but when ordinary life comes into the picture he just becomes all mushy.

While under the colourful lights, confident and smug but when it ends Ash is very calm yet, awkward. In short, just shy.

Interactions can be slightly difficult but yall can make it work out, somehow haha- Give the poor boy a break.

It is worth to mention that Ash is very flexible, it helps with certain stuff…

Like climbing :)

Ash likes to draw, he may not be very talented but he adores drawing flowers, other than that he dances.

With who would he interact?

Honestly I thought about it, can’t say I’m sure with this. It might change

Ash would get along with Eggnog, well if staring at them in awe and blushing madly counts.

Other than that, screamsicle,

Ash isn’t easy to scare, but they are willing to pretend, if that amuses them.

Here I have a doodle and close up quick lineart of Ash in a casual clothes!

If you want to ask more about Ash, I surely can and will respond :)

Oh and if there are any please let me know! After I die of embarrassment I will correct anything

Have a nice day!

[shekeepsmeworms]

Had some wine feeling good made a really shitty bowl in ceramics class this morning that I’m really worried has a bunch of air holes in it and had a really crappy therapy session where I didn’t talk too much but was honest about some other stuff which is good overall I guess but now I’m doing drunk crochet and watching the Duggar family documentary and probably going to stop watching soon once they start talking about the awful stuff but yeah day in the life of a woman doing her best I guess

[milflewis]

milk shower baybeeeyyy

idk enough abt indy 500 to know why but its a thing they do

well. this is gross

[astramachina]

Guys I made bread today for the first time gonna add Bread GayTM to my resume.

[heartfullofleeches]

"Is...this is really.... milk?"

Lifting the glass, you stir the cloudy liquid at its bottom with the straw so graciously provided by the hybrid - alarm belts ringing at the back of your mind due to how fluidly the tool moved through it. You heard coconut milk was on the thicker, creamer end of the spectrum compared to other types of milk, but it still seemed just a bit too runny to actually be the described drink offer to you. The smell was somewhat off as well. More pungent than the slightly sweet fragrance of fresh coconut.

You look towards Rotten Milk for an answer who was too preoccupied with fixing their belt to meet your gaze. Feeling the weight of your stare, they finally glance over at you - cheeks flushed and skin damp with sweat.

"Why don't you try a sip and see for yourself?"

[thumblefumble]

The word “milking”.

Like milking a cow, right?

Now, consider this word:

Ranching

[shomixremix]

HERDING THE CATTLE ♥︎

i saw something about this prompt on here like two years ago and it's been stuck in my head ever since ♡︎

tags: Arataki Itto, afab! reader, cow hybrid! reader, smut, fluff, marking, mating, rough sex, petnames, cowgirl, breeding, creampie

-> you are a small cow hybrid auctioned off to a slaughterhouse since you couldn't produce enough milk and were never calm. the arataki gang saved you, and your new master - the one and oni Arataki Itto - knows just how to keep you in check.

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

"Ahh!! Itto! Itto-ooh! Mh! I-Itto!"

You whined as the Oni bounced you on his cock like you were weightless, watching in amusement as you cried in overstimulation. What was this, your ninth, tenth time cumming? You lost count. Itto never let you rest, not even for a second, bouncing you on his lap through every orgasm.

"Aww, you'r' so cute, love bug... Such a cute little cow, ain't ya'? Don't cry now, sweets, this is what ya' wanted, yeah? Only way I can tire you out, baby~"

Your master cooed, teasing you about being so restless. Oh, how you wished you could take everything back! No, you weren't bursting with energy like you said earlier, no, you couldn't go on forever - your legs were practically jelly at this point, your limp body completely at mercy to Itto.

He used you like a cocksleeve, dragged on his dick whenever he wanted and for however long he wanted - and you loved it. Life was good in the Arataki gang: you always had food, a place to sleep and protection provided to you, at all times. You also had a very tall, very strong and very handsome demon filling you up and breeding you almost daily, making sure your cushy womb was never empty.

The space where you connected was a mess. A glorious mess of both your and his juices seeping out of your hole, being fucked back in each time Itto would trust back. Just as every other day, your gummy walls pulsed around his length, making him shoot yet another load inside you.

"Fuck, baby... Makin' me lose my mind and shit..... So good.... Give me a little taste of that milk, will ya'?"

His large palms left your hips, greedily grabbing at the fat flesh of your boobs. As soon as he squeezed down just a tiny bit, a small stream of milk burst out, hitting Itto in the face. You were instantly mortified. Itto was your master, he saved you from certain death, and now you embarass him like this-

"I'm s-sorry Itto-! So sorry! Didn't mean to, I r-really didn't mean to!"

Instead of scolding you like you were sure any other owner would, the Oni burst out laughing. His laugh was like a roar, shaking his entire body - and with him, you as well.

"Hah, those jerks at the farm jus' didn't know how to milk ya', sweets, 'cause you look full of milk to me!"

It was true - even though you were sold to a slaughterhouse for failing to produce milk, you started leaking like crazy the moment Itto took you as his. That vet back at the farm you grow up on always said that you'd start producing milk if they paired you with a bull, and what better bull than a large, demon one?

Their loss, anyway. Now, all your milk belonged to Itto and his warm mouth, and not to some sketchy farmers who were only interested in selling it.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of his sharp fangs on your nips, greedily sucking at the flesh and gulping down the sweet drink. His dick twitched inside you as he continued feasting, your own arms tightening around his head to pull him closer.

The second he detached himself from your chest he thrust out harshly, in the process accidentally completely pushing you from his lap. Even though Itto was mighty and strong, he wasn't exactly the sharpest. There was a slight possibility that he was so occupied with whatever he was doing that he forgot you were on him.

You watched as he stood up, leaving you sitting on your knees on the ground. The Oni spit a bit of your milk on his palm, then using that same hand to roughly jerk his cock. It was more than obvious that milk was one of his kinks.

Oh, but why would he jerk off with milk as lube when you were right there...? On your knees, right next to him, ready and waiting and... Oh, Archons, were you not enough for him anymore..?

When Itto first saved you, the deal was that you'd stay in the Arataki gang until they found you a new home. However, Itto insisted they keep you, even proclaimed you as his own "pretty girl that no one can touch!" He kept you all to himself, fell asleep with you in his arms at night, brought you any awesome flowers he found, even took you on good, honest dates when he'd get a little Mora! He even acted on his demon urges and sunk his fangs into your neck, mating you!

But what if he didn't want to spend the rest of his life with a little, useless cow? What if that wasn't even enough for his sexual urges any more..?

"I-Itto..." You cry, big tears pooling up in the corners of even bigger eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

At the mention of his name the Oni turns to you, shocked to see you crying.

"Hey, hey, hey! Baby, what's wrong?!"

"Need you.... P-please..."

Not another word needed to be said. Itto immediately reacted, grabbing your soft, much smaller body and seating it once again on his lap, entering you in one swift trust until his tip was snuggly kissing your cervix.

"Shhh, sweets... Let your Oni take care of ya', hm? No need to cry! I thought you couldn't go on, love bug, that's why I stopped! But you really are a restless one, huh, calfie?"

You smiled warmely at the nickname as your head went fuzzy. You laid your pretty head on Arataki's chest - like always - and let him have complete control of how he fucks you.

Each one of his thrust was faster and more brutal than the last. Your pussy was already crying out, threatening to cum just from the first few thrusts. Itto noticed, pinching your puffy clit between his claws and rolling it around.

"OH, ITTO!" You scream in ecstasy, riding your high.

Your master wasn't going to be able to last much longer. With you bouncing on his cock the way you were and how your sweet little cunt was so tight that it was milking him dry, Itto lasted only a couple more thrusts.

"Hah... Haaah... Fuck, love bug... Really wanna milk me too, don't ya'? Ahh... Mmm.. Gonna breed you.. Hah... Gonna breed ya' so good, sweets.. You'll be all nice and full, and you'll get pregnant with my calfs, yeah? Put all that milk to good use, hm? Yeah, yeah!"

He started cumming as well, shooting rope after rope after rope of his sweet release inside you. You were filled to the rim, juices leaking out of your satisfied hole. Arataki didn't let any of it go to waste, his fingertips catching whatever's left and pushing it in.

As soon as you were filled, your hands reached for him, seeking comfort in his warm arms. Itto obliged instantly, carrying you like you were weightless, to the nearby camp they set up. Your master entered his tent, the biggest of the bunch, wrapping your body in a soft blanket and once again settling you in his arms.

"There ya' go, love bug. Comfy?" You nodded, which made Itto break out in a toothy grin. "Well, of course it is! The great numero uno Itto is at your service, baby, of course everything is awesome!"

You chuckled at the way he tooted his own horn, kissing his cheek and hiding your face in his large neck and shoulder.

"G'night, Itto.. Thank you..."

The Oni found your actions adorable, cooing at you: "Awww, sweets, no need to thank me! You know I always gocha. Thank you for being so good f' me, yeah? You're such a good, pretty little cow... I don't know how I got so lucky!"

He pressed a loving kiss on your forehead, caressing your legs with his large palm.

"G'night, baby.."

[sparklingbongwatter]

A Gifted Minotaur

Tags: minotaur, bondage, milking, cnc

You are a captured minotaur. Your herd has battled humans for generations, and you were no different. During your last skirmish you were overwhelmed and fell to the humans. You thought that you were to die on the glorious battle feild, but you awoke instead in some kind of animal stall, your arms and legs chained and a ring through your nose. Thoughts swirl around in your head, it's hard to think straight, but your predicament is obvious, and it enrages you. You pull at your restraints, you're a warrior and not some beast!

"Whoa, whoa, settle down boy," you hear a farmer call out as he bolts into the stall. "You gotta calm down or you're gonna hurt yourself."

The farmer grabs at your chest and begins massaging it. You protest, but this...this feels nice. You didn't notice it until now, but your chest was absolutely aching.

"Here, let me help you. I know you gotta be feeling uncomfortable. You only just got here and just had your first treatment."

His hands work along the outsides of your pecs and slowly begin moving inwards to the base of your nipples. Looking down you can see your swollen nipples standing erect. They are so much larger and longer than you remember. The farmer takes note of you observing your body and gives one of your nipples a long tug. Milk sprays out.

You want to be horrified and scream, but all that comes out is a moan. Your chest hurts so much, and the stream of milk felt like the smallest amount of relief.

"Only your first day and you're already producing. Better give you a proper milking, I can tell you're gonna be a really milky bull."

The farmer moves a pail under your chest abd continues the same motion with your other pec. More milk flows out of your chest. Then the other. He's milking you. This fucking human somehow made you, a minotaur warrior lactate like some dairy cow and now he's milking you. What's worse is you can't bring yourself to stop him.

Everything in your head feels fuzzy, this feeling was so intense and incredible. Your moans turn to full bellows as the milking continues. You wanted everyone on this forsaken farm to see just how much milk was pouring out of you.

"Good boy," the farmer praises you as he teases your milk soaked nipples. All you can muster is one word, one sound.

"Moo."

[anystalker707]

a sweet reminder

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x [gender-neutral] Reader Summary: Spending a nice time with Luke after he's done working at the farm, and of course he's awfully sweet. Tags: clingy luke / he really wants to take care of you / lots of kisses

MASTER LIST

          Despite the usual high temperatures, the day felt exceptionally hot—the suns seemed to be taking out personal anger on Luke, making each step towards his home feel like torture, and he already knew he’d need some cream later tonight to deal with burning in the areas where the sunlight chastened his tanned skin. He furrowed his eyebrows, patting his clothes to get rid of the sand accumulated between the folds.

The droids wouldn’t do everything, so Luke still needed to carry those heavy buckets of water back home to refill the sprinklers. He tried to balance between no water spilled and the intense pain in his fingers to let buckets down on the ground as slowly as he could, and the pain lingered uncomfortably around his knuckles.

“Fuck,” Luke breathed as he opened and closed his hand a few times until the stiffness went away, or at least most of it. He sighed as he placed his hands on his hips, looking down, letting the breeze refresh the back of his neck before he moved to finish his task. He would be free for the last of the day, hopefully.

Luke’s thoughts were fuzzy already after so many hours under the suns, but he had done that enough times to trust himself on autopilot. He could name a handful of things—more, actually—he would rather be doing right now.

A long breath escaped his lips once he was done, and he tried his best to ignore the tingling in the back of his mind that told him it was only a matter of time before his uncle told him to do something else. He took a deep breath as he walked over to the kitchen, his body instinctively freezing when he heard his name being called, but hey, it wasn’t Uncle Owen.

“Luke,” the voice called again, and he stepped out to see you coming down the edge. A smile tugged on your lips when you finally saw him, sighing. “Wow, you look like you’ve been… smuggled by Jawas.”

“Oh,” Luke chuckled, shaking his head. “Just slaving away as usual,” he breathed, glancing behind him, but no one from his family was around. He wiped the sweat away from his brow with his forearm, and he shook his head again so that his strands would fall back into place.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, just feeling a little too hot and cranky.” Luke scrunched his nose a little. Today’s weather seemed harsher than usual, and opposite to his wishes to stay home upgrading his ship, he had to work at the farm for longer than normal today.

You raised your eyebrows, nodding faintly. “I was gonna ask you to come grab a drink with me, but we don’t need to go anywhere if you don’t want to.”

Luke’s eyes followed your hand reaching out to brush his hair back into place, and he made sure to stand still while you did so. “Doesn’t sound bad at all,” he said. “Maybe we can have a couple of glasses of blue milk while we hang out in the garage. I was gonna tinker around with my stuff anyway.” He grabbed your hand, walking by the kitchen with you to grab the promised drink before you two could go sit on the couch in the garage. He always sat close, pressed to your side. “Ugh, what a day, I swear. Anything interesting happened while I was slaving away?”

“Stop being so dramatic,” you scoffed with an endearing smile. You enjoyed the refreshing sensation of the blue milk going down your throat, and the garage felt a lot nicer than being cooked under the suns outside. On the other hand, maybe it’d be colder than usual tonight. “And no, nothing interesting. I did hit my head on the edge of a ship while fixing it, though. I’m not sure if that’s interesting,” you chuckled, bringing a hand up to the sore spot on top of your head out of instinct.

Blue eyes observed you over the rim of the glass before Luke lowered it, licking his lips as his eyes roamed over you with clear concern, a crease forming between his eyebrows. A small sound came from him as he put his glass away. “Oh no, are you alright? Let me take a look.” He adjusted his position and placed your glass on the table as well, reaching out to touch your head. His fingertips gently traced the area where you’d hit with a delicate and soft touch. “Does this hurt?” He applied a little pressure.

“Ow,” you hissed at the unexpected pain, though it wasn’t too bad. You’d forget it hurt if nothing touched the area you’d hit. “Only a little sore.” 

“I don’t feel any bumps or swelling, but I think we should keep an eye on it, anyway,” Luke exhaled. “But that’s a relief. We don’t want you losing any more brain cells.” He chuckled and kissed the top of your head carefully, his hand descending to cup your cheek for a brief moment. Concern was evident in his eyes as they met yours, making your heart flutter in your chest. “I have a bacta spray. It should help. Do you want me to get it?”

You placed your hand on top of his to squeeze it reassuringly, letting it fall to your lap. “I’m fine, I swear. Maybe we should be more worried about your brain cells cooking in this heat, yeah?” You chuckled, running your thumb over Luke’s knuckles when his eyes widened, and you were sure his blushing would be apparent if it weren’t for his sun-kissed skin.

“H-Hey, my brain is just fine, thank you very much!” Luke’s attempt to sound indignant failed miserably with his embarrassment, and he bit his lip, glancing away. “It’s not like I’m hallucinating or anything.” His eyes softened when they met yours again, and he lifted his free hand, his fingertips grazing your cheek gently—he raised his eyebrows a little when you leaned into his touch. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He leaned in closer. “Maybe I should take another look, just to be safe.”

Part of you regretted telling Luke about the bump when concern laced his gaze once more—you thought he’d be more used to it, since you and him were always with a bruise or another from working on those ships or machines the whole time.

“It’s okay,” you insisted, catching his hand between yours before he could reach for your head again. “Trust me, Luke.” You squeezed his hand gently.

Luke exhaled. “Okay. If you’re sure.” He looked down at your joined hands before he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours. “But if it gets worse, you’ll tell me, right?” His wide, earnest eyes looked into yours, pleading, before he pressed his forehead to yours, both out of habit and out of worry. Clingy, as always. “I could kiss it better.” His breath fanned over your face. “If you want me to, I mean.” As if he hadn’t already.

“You’re such a sweetheart,” you mumbled, your eyelids instinctively hiding half of your irises when the distance between you diminished. “Why are you always doing this? Pressing your forehead to mine. Trying to read my thoughts?” You chuckled, and he couldn’t help but do the same.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Luke furrowed his eyebrows lightly. “It feels… nice. Comforting, I guess.” He bit his lip, his hand coming up to rest on your shoulder, near the base of your neck. “Don’t act like I’m being clingy.”

“Yeah, feels nice, I enjoy it too… But you’re very clingy all the time, in fact,” you whispered with a small smile, placing a hand on his waist instead, adjusting your position so that you could be closer to each other.

A soft scoff escaped his lips. “You’re the one who wouldn’t stop kissing me the last time,” he pointed out with a shy smile, and he quickly pulled one of your legs to hook over his. “Not that I’m complaining,” he mumbled in a quieter, embarrassed voice, but he didn’t move away. The closeness was exciting and terrifying all at the same time. “I really like it when you do that.”

You raised your eyebrows, feigning cluelessness, despite how your heart fluttered in your chest. “Me? I never even kissed you. Let alone kiss you nonstop.” You clicked your tongue.

Luke pulled away suddenly, making your head fall forward a little, and looked at you with a wide grin and disbelief. “What? But you did! Here in the garage, when we were working on the speeder.” He paused. “Trying to.”

“Did I?” You raised your eyebrows. “I don’t remember it, baby.”

His heart pounded in his chest, and his cheeks burned, not just because of being under the sunlight for hours before. With a dramatically heavy sigh, he leaned in again. “Maybe you should kiss me again, love.” He glanced at your lips. “Just to remind you.”

“Oh, so that’s your suggestion?” You asked, and Luke nodded, biting his lip. “‘M not sure about it,” you mumbled against his cheek, nuzzling it softly.

“Well, we should try, maybe it’ll remind you,” Luke chuckled softly, turning his head. His lips brushed against yours in a barely-there touch. It was more of a tease, but still managed to send a tingling down his spine. He cupped the side of your neck, his thumb under your jaw, leaning in, and finally kissed you properly. His lips finally met yours, his breath hitching. Luke loved the warmth of your mouth, the softness of your lips, and it made his head spin when you kissed him back just as lovingly. “Like this?”

“I don’t think I’ve remembered enough,” you said as soon as his lips broke away from yours.

Luke chuckled. “We’ll have to keep trying, then.” He pecked your lips. “Until you remember.” Despite the calloused skin, his hands gently cupped your face as he kissed you once more, needy lips pressing to yours in a longer, deeper kiss. His kisses were messy in the best way possible, oscillating between the need and shyness, refraining into more contained movements right after deepening it and getting lost on your lips, trying to get a grip of himself again. “Do you like this?” Luke’s lips grazed yours as he spoke.

“Mhm. So good.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, mirroring his smile. He couldn’t be close enough.

Something shifted in Luke’s gaze as he tilted his head; it was like you were the most precious thing in the whole universe. He kissed you again, letting it last longer, as his thumbs ran along your cheekbones. “You’re so good at this,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you tightly while nuzzling your nose. “I love being close to you like this.”

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[the-froschamethyst4]

Saddle Up and Shut Up

𖤐Pairing: Cowboy! Soap x Cowgirl! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: she/her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, fluff, language, married couple, P in V, pussy slapping, fingering, some dirty talk, kissing/making out, eating out, groping, nipple play, pinching,

𖤐Summary: Soap is obsessed with his wife, his wife is just as such a good cowgirl and helps him on the farm.

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After leaving the Military John Soap MacTavish had bought farmland in Yorkshire, England. He built a farmhouse and bought farm animals such as goats, sheep, cows, horses, pigs and chickens.

Soap then got married to his wife Y/n. Y/n was as good as him at being a cowgirl. She liked to go do farm chores with Soap like getting the eggs from the chickens, milking the goats and cows, shaving the sheep, and feeding the pigs and horses.

Y/n and Soap were in the field on the back of their horses, they were gonna wrangle up some calves and tag them. Soap sits walks over to her and stood next to her and saw the cows start running towards them, they got their lassos ready.

Y/n through her rope and got one of the calves and took it down, she tied it's legs and tagged the baby, she let's the calf go and got another along with Soap.

They've tagged around 10 calves.

"All done," Y/n says.

"Yep," Soap says popping the p.

Soap watches as sweat rolls down her neck. She looked so sexy right now. In Soap's eyes she looked so sexy.

"John."

"Huh?" He says, looking at her.

"Are you hungry?"

"Oh yeah, I am," he says with a smirk.

Soap and Y/n headed back to the farmhouse, they got off their horses and let them eat the grass in the front yard. She kicked her boots off at the door and Soap does too.

Soap watched her make some ham sandwiches and Soap picked which chips he wanted for his sandwich. Soap placed the chips next to the plate, Soap then placed his hand into Y/n's back pocket pulling her close to him.

"John."

"What? I'm not doing anything," he says, kissing her temple.

"Well...are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry for something else," he finally says.

He picks her up and places her on the island in the middle of the kitchen, he stood between her legs, he kisses her lips, hands cupping her cheeks and they started to have a heavy make out session.

Soap's hands going under her small white tank top, groping her breasts, they fit perfectly in his hands as she let's out a soft moan. Her fingers combing through his hair.

"S-Soap," she moans.

Soap then pins Y/n on her back, her arms going over her head as his lips were hot and wet. His tongue drags down her neck, she moans again and her finger clench in his hair slightly tugging at the strains.

"Fuck," he moans.

He sits up, he starts unbuckling his belt and removing his nasty gray shirt. He fishes his dick out of his boxers and gives himself a few pumps before, removing Y/n's belt and pulling her jeans off, her cute panties on full display for him. He smirks kissing her inner thighs, and sucking just above her panties.

He starts pulling them down and tossed them on the floor. He licks his lips before taking his hand and gently slapping it against her sloppy wet pussy.

She moans grabbing his wrist and trying to make him stop but she also didn't want him to stop. He slaps it again, she moans and squeezed her thighs around his hand.

"God, you look so cute like this, Bonnie." he says.

"K-Keep going," Y/n moans. He smirks and one the last slap he shoves two fingers inside of her. She moans, she squeezes around his fingers.

"God, you're so fucking tight baby," he says.

"Ah!" She moans indicating that he should go faster and he did. He pushes his fingers in and out of her lower half. His fingers were thick and calloused, she moans and held his wrist.

She could feel herself close to coming. She looks at him and he smirks pulling his fingers out, she whines and then he pumps himself a few more times again, before pushing himself inside of her.

She put her head back hitting the wooden counter top. She moans from the pain but ignored it because she was feeling so good. Soap smirks when seeing her face become red and tears wanting to fall from her eyes and roll down her cheeks. He puts his finger under her eyes and wiped them away from her eyes.

He leans down kissing the salty tears away from her face. He smiles down at her, her arms wrapping around his neck and her legs wrap around his waist.

"God, you're so fucking hot," he smirks, kissing her neck and sucking on her neck leaving small purple bruises. His thrusts were becoming sloppy. He starts groaning as his tip hits against her spot. Y/n moans tossing her head back.

Soap sat down holding Y/n against his chest, he starts moving his hands from her back down to her hips, helping her bounce up and down, his tip hitting her spot, over and over.

Her head then went to his shoulder muffling her moans and biting his shoulder, he groans and taps her ass a few times earning light moans from her.

"Fuck, fuck," Y/n curses and felt herself squeeze around him. He groans and gives one more sloppy thrust and felt himself coming. Y/n let's out one more moan before coming as well.

Y/n was panting as Soap pulls out, feeling his tip and feeling his sticky cum. He moves Y/n on her back, he goes down and sees cum leaking from her. He smirks and licks his lips and licks the mixed cum.

Y/n moans her thighs wanting to squeeze around his head but they were being forced open by Soap. He looks up at her, her right arm over her eyes, her mouth slightly opened with moans coming from her lips. Her left hand squeezing the the edge of the counter top.

Her nipples were hard due to the cold counter on her back when her tank top raised up. His hand goes up Y/n's tank top squeezing her breasts and pinching at her hard nipples.

She moans her small hands holding his hand through her tank top.

"S-Soap, I'm-I'm gonna cum again," she moans.

"Do it, bonnie," he groans as he kept licking her and sucking on her clit.

She moans fighting against his hand holding her open, she finally squeezed his head as he moving his tongue faster and the wet sounds filled the kitchen.

"Ah!" She moans before finally coming again.

Soap sits up looking down at Y/n, she was sweaty and her hair sticking to her forehead along with Soap's hair sticky to his own forehead.

"Fucking hell," he cusses.

Soap pulls Y/n off the counter top and takes her to their shared bathroom. He placed her on the sinks counter taking off her tank top and turning on the shower. He watches as she gets off the counter and gets into the shower.

Soap strips from his clothes and hops in the shower with Y/n. He starts cleaning her up before himself. He pours shampoo in his hands rubbing it in and massaging it into her hair. Rinsing it out of her hair and then using her conditioner.

He grabs her loofa and puts her body wash on it and rubs it gently into her skin, she smelled like strawberries and vanilla.

"You smell so good," he says, kissing her neck and her shoulder.

"I better, you're cleaning me," she says.

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Y/n laid on the couch in one of Soap's shirts, he comes out of the shower in sweatpants and no shirt like usual. He sits next to her moving her feet to his lap.

"You tired?" He asks.

"A bit," she moves to cuddle up to his side now.

"I can tell, don't worry, bonnie," he kisses the top of her head, her eyes started to close, and light snores came from her. Soap smiles down at her kissing the top of her head and rubbed her side.

"You're such a sexy cowgirl," he mumbles, he taps her hips and gave her hip a gentle squeeze. "Sleep tight, bonnie," he says.

[we-are-maladaptive]

Breeding ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧ Stock

Shouto Todoroki x Cowgirl!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m here to purchase a cow.”

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

“...Your best cow.”

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

“I’ll take her.”

Your head perked up immediately.

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

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

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

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

His eyes met the clerk again.

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

...

You were terrified.

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

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

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

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

“Moo..”

...

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

“Hungry..”

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

“..Moo?”

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

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

“Sho...shoto..?”

“Yes, you got it.”

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

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

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

...

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

“Mmm..what is it?”

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

“Right. I know, come here...”

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

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

“No... no breed.”

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

“Alright. Are you feeling better?” 

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

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

“Huff.”

...

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

Your body looked amazing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please… don’t leave me.”

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

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

[necromancelena]

Maybe I should start tagging symbols for who's fronting so that it makes more sense when we express opposing views and self conceptions but then every time I get stuck out front for six weeks I'll have to put a damn rose on everything and everyone will be like "ah..(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄) those roses.. are for me? You left a trail all the way to a post about how your back is sore... Is this.. because you ache without my touch?" and then that's a whole issue now I'm breeding stock they're sending me to the milking farms because i signed off my posts.