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Stargazin'
I'm just gonna go out and say it: it's Friday and we're feral
Rating: E is for Explicit - 18+ only 🔞MDNI🔞
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word count: ~1.9K
Summary: An unexpected suprise is waiting for you when you get home. Will these two crazy kids ever admit that they're crazy for each other?
Warnings: Oral sex (m!receiving) PiV sex, riding, cheesy jokes (it's Dieter, come on!) --- like I've said before, my fic is not for youngsters, please do not engage if you are not 18+
A/N: This all came about after seeing a certain person with a sparkly accessory.
Divider by @cafekitsune
And as always so much love for my magical sluts at the Juice Collective! @basicoccult @imalrightllama @legendary-pink-dot @pink-whiskey-woman @sparklefarts38 @redhotkitchen @youandmeand5bucks @arcanefox207
“You’ve been over at that guy’s house almost every day last week,” Alex said through the Bluetooth speaker in your car. “What was his name again? The one who lives across the street from El Rey.”
“Pedro,” you responded with a giggle, thinking about how his thick cock filled you, “I mean he’s a good fuck.”
“Sounds like it’s getting pretty serious.”
“Eh,” you replied, suddenly feeling almost guilty at having anything negative to say about getting fucked on a regular basis.
“Uh oh, did your red flag radar go off?”
“There’s just something a little shady there,” you added as you clicked your tongue against your teeth, “and called me old fashioned, but I like my fuck buddies to be transparent.”
“You mean like Di---,” she started as you took a right turn uphill towards your street.
“Don’t start!” you said, your voice darting out like an arrow. “Hey, I’m almost by my house, I’ll call you later.”
You ended the call as you turned into the driveway of your beachy bungalow. The bright afternoon sun danced against the rhythmic sway of the shade trees in your front yard. An instant feeling of calm met you once you unlocked and walked through the front door of your home. The mix of the golden light, the warm neutrals of your decor, and your beloved plants placed with intention alongside windows and in the corners of each room all came together as your personal sanctuary.
Muscle memory led you to your bedroom and your feeling of peace left you with a gasp at the sight before you.
“Howdy.”
Dieter greeted you with a low, flirty growl as he affected a Texas drawl. He lay in your king size bed, naked, with his legs sprawled out, a sparkly, silver cowboy hat covered his cock, like a glimmering bow atop a present. His hands were resting behind his head as he looked at you with a libidinous smirk shining through his stubble which had grown longer since last you saw him. As much as you fought against it, you found yourself biting your bottom lip.
“What do you have under that hat, cowboy?”
Dieter pushed himself up by the elbows, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders. The sunlight that floated in through the blinds lit his golden skin with a perfect combination of light and shadow. A heat grew inside you as you marveled at how it defined the obvious muscles that had emerged since you had last seen him.
Fuck, he’s been working out.
“Well ma’am,” Dieter continued, his accent was so sweet it was as though he’d dipped his tongue in tupelo honey, “why don’t you mosey on over here and find out?”
It was like he was pulling you into some kind of metaphysical trance as he leaned up one inch more, emphasizing his belly. Though noticeably slimmer, it remained endearingly soft.
With wicked intentionality, he adjusted the shimmering hat and bucked his hips. Every movement he made had your skin tingling from each strand of hair on your head through every inch of your body to your toes. The worst thing about him knowing you so well was that he knew exactly what to do to drive you absolutely insane. And with one more wink and a scrunch of his nose, he beckoned you to him.
“You’re a fucking menace,” you said, trying to hide your smile.
“C’mere and I’ll show you just how much of a menace I can be,” he hissed, his tongue taking a small peek from behind his smile.
It was hard for you to imagine who might deny Dieter, knowing that there was an 8-inch cock waiting for you underneath that obnoxiously loud, silver cowboy hat. Whoever that might be, it certainly wasn’t you.
You had discarded all but your bralette and panties as you began to crawl on the bed towards him. The muscles in his calves were solid and defined, you noticed, as you knelt between his spread legs massaging your hands up their length. The hairs on them tingled with a wave of raised goosebumps at your touch. With one hand you removed the only physical accessory that prevented him from being bare and unfurled for you.
“You know what they say,” Dieter tempted you with a roll of his tongue, “save a horse, ride a cowboy.”
A loud, warm laugh echoed from the depths of your belly. Any other man would have been threatened and immediately lost his hard on from your laughter, but not Dieter. You took the hat off his dick placing atop your head as he laughed with you. His chest and belly rumbled, his laugh echoing out wildly and boisterously with yours while his cock still twitched. Reaching for his forearms and pulling him towards you, you interlaced your fingers in his. The smile you wore on your face before you kissed him was so big that your cheeks hurt.
“Well cowboy, I’m going to ride this cock,” you hushed him as you lowered your lips to his glistening cock, “but first…”
Gripping him first with a gentle hold of your right hand, you pulled back his foreskin and caressed your lips and circled your tongue against the smooth skin of his cock. A gasp escaped him at your initial touch. A smile slowly formed on your lips before you wrapped them around the tip, pressing a broad stroke of your tongue to the center of the head of his cock. His body shuddered with a few strong pulls of him into your mouth.
“Shit, you’re…so good,” he groaned, placing a hand gently to your hair.
At that motion you moved your lips down the length of his shaft. Your lips savored each ridge and vein as he throbbed against you. You took as much of him as you could into your mouth to the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks to take more of him in, at least, as much you could before finding the perfect rhythm of your lips moving up and down to fuck him with your mouth.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he said with the tiniest whimper.
A low, muffled moan vibrated from the back of your throat to his cock, making him moan out for you again and again. The feeling of him shaking for you and the way he sighed and moaned in desperation as you sucked him off had a special way of making you want him even more. As you delighted in the taste of him, your pussy clenched as your sex slipped from you to coat your panties. As you massaged his balls, you focused your mouth back to the head of his delectable cock, sucking until he gripped the sheets.
“Stop, stop---don’t want to come yet!” He groaned through sighs and gasps. “Need to fuck you.”
“No…,” you purred as you slipped off your panties and pulled your bralette off over your head, “I need to fuck you.”
“Well come on then,” Dieter tempted, scrunching his nose with a playful snarl, “ride it like you stole it.”
You hadn’t even sunk over him, and your pussy was already pulsing with need. The anticipation coursed through you as you crawled over his defined thighs, feeling the muscles in his quads flex as you lowered yourself onto him with an unrestrained moan. With a slow, deep roll of your hips you began to grind yourself on his cock. With each wave of movement, you felt how hard you kept him and how every controlled gesticulation you made stirred the most intense delight in your folds. Your sex glided from your pussy onto his cock as you swayed your hips into him faster and faster. He clutched at the pillow beneath his head, bouncing his hips up for you as you rode him. His herculean hands reached for your waist, massaging your hips as you continued to bounce on him, feeling every inch as he thrust up into you. The head of his cock hit you in the most exquisite way, leaving you shuddering against his hips. Your approaching climax began to light up nearly every nerve in your body like a switchboard. His hands journeyed to your breasts, grasping them, kneading them until his fingers found your nipples to pinch and flick at them like the strings on a fiddle.
“Ahh, Dieter, fuck!” you cried, your nipples tingling at his touch.
Holding the silver cowboy hat to your head with one hand, you leaned back against his left thigh until you began to gently massage his balls with the other. A long, low moan left his pouty lips, and he gave one strong thrust upwards, making you yelp out in ecstasy. As Dieter propped himself up towards you, you leaned forward to grind your pelvis into the base of his cock. Every nerve ending in your clit simmered with electricity from the motion. Perspiration glistened over your skin as you began rocking into one another. You knew each other’s bodies so well that you moved in unison. With them, you created the perfect rhythm until your hearts raced faster and faster and your breaths became ragged at your approaching climax.
“Shit---I’m---I’m gonna come this way,” he moaned, his hips thrust deeper into you as you continued to grind onto him.
“Me too!” Your words came out like a blur as you felt the perfection of your pussy starting to quake around his cock.
His pace was unbridled and rough as he began to lose himself in you, his large hands gripping your ass. The way your pussy vibrated against him sent waves of pleasure that rippled over every inch of your body until you felt them all the way to your head while you cried out his name in exaltation.
The cowboy hat fell from your head as he gave you one, last powerful thrust. He stilled and then emptied himself into you, letting out a raspy moan that melted into ardent whimpers. For a few moments you let your breath come down to a natural pace while you held each other in ethereal bliss. Your lips pressed against his forehead as he nuzzled against you, his lips and nose kissing and caressing your neck and shoulders.
Both of you sighed as you climbed off him to collapse next to him in bed.
“Jesus, that was amazing!” You exclaimed as you kissed him.
Your fingers played with the brim of the glittery cowboy hat before looking up at him to see the goofiest, post-coital grin spreading onto his handsome face.
“I’m taking it, you got this on set as a joke?” you asked in reference to the Western movie he’d been away filming.
Dieter confirmed it with a nod, unable to get rid of the smile beneath his mustache. Rolling over to his side, he propped himself up on one elbow. His eyes traversed the curves of your body followed closely by his fingers. The caress so soon after your orgasm sent shivers straight to your still throbbing pussy.
“Just think, now you can tell everyone you’ve rode a stallion and a cowboy.”
His cheeks were rosy and tight with stifled laughter. You rolled your eyes as you turned to face him, shaking your head with a low chuckle. Everything in that perfect moment - the silly cowboy hat, the bad jokes, and goofy smiles were so classically Dieter.
“You’re a dork,” you teased, pressing a small peck to his aquiline nose. “Welcome home.”
#juice collective#dieter bravo x female reader#dieter bravo x you#dieter bravo x reader#dieter bravo smut#dieter bravo fic#the bubble#save a horse ride a cowboy#silver cowboy hat#pedro pascal character fanfiction
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THE GUNSLINGER: NOTHING VENTURED, NOTHING GAINED
something something pre-canon where he's thinking about quitting the villain life but hasn't quite given it up just yet
#superhero oc#supervillain oc#hero oc#villain oc#comic covers#comic book art#comics#digital art#human art#human oc#cowboy oc#cowboy art#punk#stanley does art#charlie grimms#chronicles of silver city#fun fact bandana up means villain era#he starts wearing it down when he switches sides#no feather on the hat here either. no idea when he gets it but i left it out intentionally#this is late-era villainy so he has all of his gear that he still has in the present day#(meaning all of his custom-made stuff like the vest bandolier gloves boots etc)#anyway. textures making me go insane. i had a different aesthetic in mind for this but this worked out just as well#wanted to do something more punk inspired
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ok so i made these in like 15 min on my phone hence the quality and how weird everything looks but i was thinking ab a young adult croc before he lost his arm and tits and stuff. Crocodile teeth cowboy hat.
#id imagine hed run into dragon around this time. I had no specific age in mind when i drew this#but yeah cowboy hat. big silver belt buckle. big brown fur coat. flannels all in shades of purple and orange. smoking a dart. serving cunt.#always causibg problems and eco terrorism will always be his first resort solution. No wonder dragon tapped#sir crocodile#one piece#alicias art
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AU where steve and eddie exist in the old west. steve is the local sheriff and eddie owns a tavern well-known to fugitives and outlaws alike: the silver dollar.
eddie’s got a beer mug in each hand and he’s headed towards the end of the bar to a couple of patrons.
“jim, i’ll be with you as soon as i get these two outlaws taken care of!”
he’s met with raucous laughter and the tip of a cowboy hat just before the doors of the silver dollar swing open with a clatter.
“WILDER!”
sheriff harrington pulls his gun and with a wicked one-two pull shoots both mugs straight out of eddie’s hands, beer splashing to the floor and all over eddie’s boots.
eddie glances up towards wyatt and shrugs.
“i’ll owe ya a beer when steve’s done with you, i guess.”
he spins on his heel to face the door where the sheriff still stands with his gun drawn and eyebrows pulled angry.
“harrington! i swear to god! what did i say about shootin’ in my bar?”
steve has the nerve to look a little shy as he reholsters his weapon and makes to get wyatt in cuffs.
“apologies mr. munson. i’ll get ya’ some new mugs.”
he smirks and huffs a laugh.
“damn right you will. that’s the fourth time you’ve pulled this shit.”
steve yanks wyatt up by the shoulder and he grunts as the cuffs dig into his skin.
“maybe quit serving violent fugitives and i’d quit shootin’,” he says with an eyebrow raised.
eddie smirks back at him and starts pouring another glass for timothy, since his drink was lost to steve’s bullet also.
“no you won’t. see you next time, sheriff.”
steve shoves wyatt out into the street and tips his hat back towards eddie.
“next time.”
he’ll see him at home.
au august day 6: domestic western
#au august#steddie#in the wild wild west#the original prompt for the day was not sparking joy for me so i opted for a replacement prompt#and this is where we landed#imagine eddie with his hair pulled back and a black cowboy hat covered in silver embellishments#some black leather pants even#swoon#steve will not stop shooting in eddie’s bar#because eddie tells him it’s funny every time
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💕🐎🦄Pink Pony Putty🦄🐎💕
From pilotslime on tiktok!
#stimboard#moodboard#stim#hands#slime#glitter#putty#pink pony club#chappell roan#cowboy hat#pink#hot pink#silver#visual stim#tactile stim
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Sonknuxilver for da soul
Being a multishipper is cool because why not poly.
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#sonic fanart#sonic the hedgehog fanart#knuckles#knuckles the echidna#knuckles fanart#silver fanart#silver the hedgehog fanart#silver#silver the hedgehog#sonknux#sonknuckles#sonilver#knuxilver#Sonknuxilver#Holy shit gay people#Knuckles cowboy hat is compulsory#sonic x silver x knuckles#sonic x silver#sonic x knuckles#knuckles x silver
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#lun8 chael#lun8#chael#im junyeop#kpop idols#cowboy#fringe#cowboy hat#hands#wild west#americana#silver rings#kpop boys
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Beyonce silver destruction
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needa delete images for storage so heres a collection of inanimate insanity chao screenshots
#oj is the orange one#fizz is the one with a can on his head#silver is the silver one#mephone is the blue one with bug antenae#and paper is the white one sometimes with a cowboy hat#inanimate insanity#sonic the hedgehog#chao#talking
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"And in the end you cannot move.
For there's an X in every corner and the board is nearly full."
- Circle Gets a Square by @daspetey
#dungeons and dragons#cowboy#werewolf#moon#anthro#my stuff#dudless#gay#yeehaw#bandages#oldest 37 y/o of all time#not pictured: his silly hat#donate all of your silver pieces to him#at high speeds towards his head
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there are many benefits (?) to travelling with a zombie cannibal murderous twelve year old
#qwerty’s ocs#silver bullet#oc - red#oc - lilac#original character#doodles#comic#no cowboy hat for red today#shitpost#oh to adopt a cannibal twelve year old and bring her along for the ride while you try to get back at your evil shadow boss#honestly this was just to practise drawing my guys quickly and from memory
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i never shouldve left my pink cowboy hat at the hotel post eras tour if i knew i was gonna use it for chappell 😭
#party city save me#also#metallic silver bikini top + chappells pink bandana + cowboy hat#thinking of what bottoms to wear#txt#chappell roan
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Golden hour
Styling interesting outfits for spring and summer is not always easy, but it’s a challenge that I’m willing to accept. Wearing accessories such as belts, jewelry, and hats is a good place to start. Choosing a top that adds a bit of texture can also help make an outfit more interesting. For this outfit I did all of the above! Outfit Details: Shorts: Silver Jeans Co / Hat: Justin Hats / Boots:…
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#cowboy boots#cowboy hat#denim shorts#ogden utah#silver jeans#spring style#western style#yallternative
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He fishes his jacket off the tile and deposits the earring into the pocket, leaves them both on the floor. Before he exits the bathroom, he studies his sterling reflection. He’s not who he once was. No Christ, no Jacob, no Jeremiah. And he shouldn’t be. Because he’s twenty-four karat, twinkling, not just otherworldly, unforgiving, untouchable, not just a god or a man—but a trophy at last.
actually, sometimes I really do feel bad for Harrison <3
#he's so baby here#very happy you think you're a trophy babe <3#all of BB has been genuine losses for harrison and#I think this is actually a brief but very genuine win#the funny thing is he actually looks WILD here#cowprint cowboy hat? check#fur coat? check#just smothered his entire face in silver pigment? check#mascara on his eyelids? check#but he's actually TRULY confident here haha#I'm happy he sees himself in that mess <3#from one chaotic 21-yr-old to another... get 'em!!!#also there are many greyson chance easter eggs here#(in the greyson chance special interest era again)#(which little known fact about me I was ENTRENCHED in as a 12-14 yr old lol)#and actually BB is a love letter to all of his music#putting little references here and there just because#end of feb and all of march were... astronomically difficult times for me#(which is the exact time I started BB HAHAHA)#and his music largely kept me going!#and YOU GUYS TOO!!!#anyway 'he's not who he once was' is a reference to the 'i don't want to be the man I was' lyric in “athena”#and the trophy bit i've already mentioned is a reference to the live version of “nobody”#where he goes 'i'm not the trophy you think i am'#which is actually not in the studio version#which to me is 80s pop vibes but in 2021 lol#ANYWAY the LIVE VERSION is a sad piano ballad of THAT#so anyway I love that the trophy line which is 'i'm not the trophy you think i am'#was cut from the studio version but is in the sad piano version lol#don't know how to more articulately describe harrison's psychology in BB except for... that
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Being a teacher in December sometimes means countless double takes in the grocery store after work
#I had a sequin and feathers cowboy Santa hat on#and tinsel earrings#and sparkley pants#and silver boots#and Willie Nelson braids#I love it here#just my ramblings
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