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chrisdr3 · 1 month

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The hat rule ~ DR3

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Warnings: Age gap (reader is 20), virgin!reader, piastri!reader

Summary: Daniel teaches Oscar's little sister the meaning of the cowboy hat rule.

It was the second GP you went with Oscar to see him. You liked Formula 1 very much but you couldn't keep up with Oscar's races, because of your studies for uni and the long flights that had you jet lagged for days, even when you liked to travel around the world.

Austin was a beautiful place, just like the western movies you watched as a little girl. Back then, there were two things you were obsessed with: Formula 1 and western movies. Especially because Oscar watched it intensely and you always copied him, like a shadow.

You started liking it even more when Daniel got into the sport. You maybe had a teeny tiny little crush on him. So tiny, that you had pictures and posters of him all over your room. A little crush that made you nearly cry when he got disqualified and yell from happiness when he won. A crush that lasted for years.

You had met Daniel before, back when Oscar was a reserve driver in Alpine. He was fun and flirted way more than you expected. When you met him again in Melbourne, in the Australian GP, you had a great time with him, and he wouldn't stop flirting, giving you a spark of hope he might like you, even a little bit. That spark of hope turned into a flame in Austin. It was the time to make a move, using both of your love for America and cowboys.

After qualifying, all the drivers decided to go out for food and a drink. No one really knew good places to go, so y'all went on a western-style steakhouse that Daniel suggested, claiming it had the best steak in all of Austin. When you got there, you immediately agreed with him. It was exactly like a saloon, from the cutlery and tables to the decorations on the walls. It even had a mechanic bull, which you were really eager to try out.

You sat in a booth with Oscar, George and Max, having Daniel, Lando and Logan sitting in the table in the opposite of yours. As you were eating a bit of Oscar's steak, you were glimpsing at their table, looking away when Daniel's stare was catching yours. At some point, a chick approached their table, sitting next to Daniel.

You couldn't stop staring, holding back anger mixed with tears. She was sitting on his lap as they talked. As you were looking, you noticed that she was constantly trying to take his hat multiple times, but Daniel wasn't letting her, so she left after a while and Daniel's stare fell in yours, as if you were a magnet.

You turned your gaze away and continued talking with the others, trying really hard to ignore him. At some point, George left, saying that he was tired, leaving an empty seat next to you. You didn't really pay any attention to that and continued discussing, nat noticing Daniel sitting next to you.

You felt something being placed on your head, but didn't give much attention. The talking stopped and you raised your head from your plate, looking at Oscar's shocked face. You put your hand in your head, only to realise that you had a hat on. And it was a cowboy one.

You turned around only to see Daniel, a smirk plastered on his face. "H-hi" "Hi, Y/N. Do you mind me sitting with you?" "N-no." You responded, blushing. Everything then went back to normal. At least for the others. As everyone was talking, Daniel's hand slithered in your thigh, resting on it, rubbing his thumb there. You couldn't hold your blush, your face red like a tomato. You continued talking till it got really late and the others decided to leave.

As you got up, Daniel held your hand. "Wait, I gotta talk to you." You immediately looked at Oscar, asking for approval silently. He nodded positively, then left. You turned back to Daniel. "What is it?" He cupped your cheek with his hand. "Do you know what is the cowboy hat rule?" "Erm...no?" "Let me explain it to ya then." He raised your chin with his index finger, his eyes meeting yours. "You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy, babygirl." The next moment, his lips were in yours, kissing you hungrily, yet with passion.

When you pulled away, he grabbed your hand. "Let's go somewhere private, baby." He left some money on the table and took you to his car. You went in and speeded to his hotel, which was apparently the same that you and Oscar were staying.

You ran to his room, kissing like lovesick teens, kissing as he opened the door. As you were inside, he pulled away. "Go to the bed and strip for me, babygirl." You obeyed and went to the bed, stripped out of your dress, staying with only your panties on, waiting for him.

He came to the bedroom some minutes later, only a towel hanging loosely around his hips, hair wet and his chain resting on his chest. He let his towel fall in the floor as he got closer to you, cupping your breasts. "I said strip babygirl, you should really learn to obey." He growled, ripping it apart. "Get up." He ordered. Daniel then laid down in the bed, his back resting on the headboard, and he made you straddle his waist, then put his hat back to your head.

"Now, ride me like the good girl you are." You hesitated for a moment, looking away. His face softened rapidly as he looked at you. "What's wrong sweetheart?" "I'm a virgin..." You mumbled, looking away embarrassed. "Then I'll take it slow, and if you wanna stop, pinch me." "Okay." You sat in silence for a bit as he wore a condom. "Ready?" He rubbed your thigh. You nodded yes. "Then come ride me, princess."

He positioned you right above his dick and helped you sink in slowly, holding your hands gently. You squeezed them feeling the pain overwhelm your body. "Take your time princess." He spoke softly. He rubbed your thighs, helping you soothe the pain. As you felt better, you started bouncing up and down his cock, progressively increasing speed. His dick was hitting your g-spot brutally, making you try hard not to scream.

"You're taking me so good babygirl, well done." He praised, his hands sneaking to your butt, squeezing it. After a bit, you felt a knot in your stomach. "D-danny, I'm close..." You didn't stop riding him, reaching your high rapidly. When you reached your edge, Daniel let go of your butt. "Cum for me baby, show me how much of a good girl you are." You came undone, letting out a breathy moan, exhausted.

Daniel helped you to pull out and laid you down on the bed. He then went to the bathroom, took out his condom, cleaned himself and came back to you with a warm towel. He cleaned you up gently, kissing your thighs in the process. He then threw the towle somewhere in the floor and wore a pair of boxers.

Meanwhile, you were laying in the middle of the bed, limbs stretched out like a starfish, in the bliss and sleepiness of your first ever orgasm. You didn't even complain when he laid behind you and pulled you in his arms, one hugging your waist and the other cupping your breasts.

"You did very well for a first time, princess." He whispered. "Thanks..." You mumbled, trying really hard to keep your eyes open. He noticed it and kissed your head, pulling the blanket over your bodies. "Goodnight babygirl, I love you." "I love you too, Danny..." You responded, a hint of happiness in your voice. You then drifted off to sleep in his arms, knowing that the man you were crushing over all these years, loved you back. Worrying about Oscar will have to wait.

Taglist: @pinkswaet @dilemmaontwolegs @thef1diary @changetyre

#f1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #daniel ricciardo #formula one #daniel riccardo imagine #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel ricciardo f1 #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo x reader smut #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo fic

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naomiarai · 2 months

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☆ txt + favorite positions — ♡

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Choi Soobin — missionary ♡

soobin definitely is the more intimate kinda guy during sex. when he has the chance to look at you, feel you and is able to see your reaction when he accidentally fucks up into you a little too deep, it fucking turns him the fuck on. all the little pecks on your nose, cheeks and lips while his cock slowly grinds into your cunt, whispering either the most heartwarming things or blasting you ear with the nastiest shit you’ve ever heard. has his fingers pinching your clit when you least expect it <3 also soobin DEFINITELY has your hands pinned above your head, both your wrists bound in the palm of his singular hand.

soobin spreads your legs wide open, glistening cunt in view for him as he slips his dick inside your gaping hole. a whiny moan escapes your mouth as his tip hits your cervix; hands gripping at the sheets. “pretty girl, too deep for you huh baby?” he says as he comes down to press a kiss on your nose.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Choi Yeonjun — reverse cow girl ♡

yeonjun is a certified ass man, has his hands on it ALL the time. he lovess when you ride him, thinks you look so pretty and fucked out but again, yeonjun is an ASS man, so probably has his hands on your ass as you ride him,, guiding the rock of your hips with his hands gripping your ass <33 yeonjun loves overstimulating you, especially when you ride him, grins at the sight of you getting weak and falling apart on his fat cock >< but when you stop when he didn’t tell you to, his hands are a 100% coming down to slap your ass, turning it a bright red. also jjun definitely will come up to bite your back, suck on your shoulder and leave a bunch if hickeys </3

you feel a sharp sting behind you, which only urged you to continue rocking you hips on his cock. you groan at the feeling, mind clouded with the loud, wet and squelching sounds so his cock soaked inside of you, “keep fucking going, you know you should” jjun says as he lands another slap.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Choi Beomgyu — doggy ♡

doggy is so beomgyu coded. like as most of us agree beomgyu would definitely do quickes and doggy is the easiest position to get into 0.0. but he absolutely loves the way you feel around him when he’s hammering into you from behind, the way your pussy keeps sucking him back in and thighs shake keeps him going~ beomgyu is big on degradation, he’d totally bend over to suck on your earlobe and degrade you so fucking bad, it has you clenching around him even more. also activates your hair pulling kink, when it becomes too much n you start sobbing into the sheets, that’s how he’ll pull you up <3

fat tears flow down your eyes as you wail into the sheets, clutching tightly at them. his cock absolutely puncturing at your cervix, and him chuckling at your state, “what? i thought you wanted cock when i found you fingering yourself”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Kang Taehyun — cowgirl ♡

there’s nothing taehyun loves more than proving you wrong. and that’s exactly what he does when he lets you ride him, with you promising that you’ll do a good job. he finds pleasure in seeing you fall apart, especially when you tell him you won't and that you’ll make him cum. taehyun would totally show faux sympathy, a tight grip on your hips to help you stay stable, and praising when he knows he's pushing you the edge. okay taehyun might have a thing for finding any reasonable way to punish, just to fuck you dumb and have you under his control, thats why he’s going to degrade you at the end and overstimulate you <3

your toes curl into the sheets as you try to move against his cock without halting. tears run down your eyes as you desperately try to make him cum, while he rubs the sides of your hips only urging that you can do it, you can take him. “c'mon, won't you make me cum?”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Hueningkai — 69 ♡

69 is so kai coded!! especially when you both are subbing, subxsub is so kai. absolutely loves how it feels, sloppily eating out your cunt with a bruising grip on your ass as you suck his dick on the other end <3 kai also loves cumming at the same time, boh of you going at a similar pace and slowly bringing each other towards your orgasms. but it also gives dom kai, slapping your ass if you buck your hips up too much, edging you towards your orgasm with his skillful tongue, leaving you needy and begging for more >< and mean dom kai would totally have you make him cum but refuse to make you cum, just keeps on edging you <3

you wince at the tight grip on your hips, mouth too full to say something about it as your eyes roll back at the feeling of his warm tongue on your cunt. he simply chuckles into your cunt, sending down pleasurable vibrations, “too much already? c’mon, you have to make me cum” he whispers right in.

taglist - @yyeonzi ,@boba-beom ,@soobinsonly1bf , @seolis-world ,@lovethewayyouliebaby

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occudo · 6 months

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so this isn’t really an ask just something that I thought you might appreciate.

I got a highland cow stuffed animal the cows the Jon and Martin were referring to in MAG 160 so I named the cow Martin for that reason.

And every time I see my best friend who introduced me to the podcast I’ll start the “Let me know if you see any good cows.”,“Obviously I’m going to tell you if I see any good cows.” exchange. One of the few pleasant things to come out of MAG 160 honestly

Martin the Highland Cow plush is appreciated

#occudo's art #tma fanart #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #it made me think of them in a souvenir shop #and not wanting to buy anything unnecessary #but #they bought the plush because it matched Martin's hair

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mortal-kingss · 9 months

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let me know if you see any good cows!

#i need them to be okay. too bad this is the magnus archives!#tma #the magnus archives #martin blackwood #martin tma #mag pod #jonmartin #sorta:D

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ghosts-post · 8 months

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I just know it would drive yandere farmer insane if highland cow reader was down for all the grooming and care they give them but really loves going to those competitions. Imagine they love feeling accomplished by these completions and beg yandere farmer to let them keep doing them. Would yan farmer be willing to let them go again?

Colton would be upset but begrudgingly let you go seeing how happy it makes his darling. He’d love the part before the competitions! Getting to groom you, make sure you smell nice, make sure your fur/hair was perfect, getting to style it and put you in outfits he likes on you? Well that’s a dream come true! But having the judges and audience see his darling like that??? And then they touch you, he nearly throws a fit every time but holds it in knowing if he messed up your chances of winning you’d avoid him for however long until he was practically on his hands and knees begging you to give him even the slightest glance.

But the smile you have after the competition and the way you cling to him in celebration of your winning ribbon. It almost makes all the stress and jealousy worth it because at the end of the day you cling to him not them. And what’s better then making his darling smile? I mean he could think of one other thing he’d find better but this is pretty damn close.

If his darling gets too into the attention of others instead of just feeling accomplished by these competitions and happy with how they look however it’s going to be a much harder battle to get him to agree. Why do you want the attention of these random farmers and judges when you can have all his attention for free? Is he not doing enough? Does he need to get rid of his other farm animals? He’d do it if that meant you’d pay attention to him and not want attention from others. Hell he’d even steal first place ribbons from those competitions and make his own at home competitions forcing his other farm animals do be the audience if it meant you’d no longer want the attention from others.

[cow darling patiently sitting through the hours of preparation before the competition]

Colton: I’m done! Don’t you just look perfect?

Cow darling: Think it’ll be good enough to win the competition?

Colton, pouting: why don’t we just skip it this time? I can get you any colored ribbon you’d like! And then I can pamper you all afternoon! Isn’t that better than some silly competition?

Cow darling pulling out the puppy dog eyes: Please Colton?

Colton holding his chest by his heart with strained voice: get in the car

Colton on his knees gripping onto cow darlings legs: I said I’m sorry! Please please look at me! Just a quick glance will do! Pleaseeee!

[Cow darling continuing to ignore him]

Colton bawling his eyes out: I’m sorry I threatened that judge after he touched your horns! And I’m sorry I killed him when he did it again! Please just stop avoiding me! You’re killing me!! I’m literally dying!

#male yandere #yandere drabble #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere insert #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere original character #yandere hcs #yandere x darling #yandere idea #colton my farmer oc #hybrid reader #hybrid

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the-record · 6 months

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COWBOYS LIKE YOU

SYNOPSIS: you should stop letting her through that door

PAIRING: cowboy!abby x reader

WARNINGS: a touch of homophobia

A/N: this isnt great, and makes me sad, but i like it!! trying to be a little less dialogue focused

“do you have to go?” your voice is soft as abby lets the question linger in the air. “i hate it when you leave. its lonely.”

her fingers slide carefully up and down your arm and she sighs. “im sorry angel.” abby wraps her arms around you and pulls tight, trying to get you as close as possible. “you know it ain’t safe for us out there though.”

you knew she was right, seen first hand just what people think about sappho and her friends. felt the rage and anger that came when two women who just loved each other.

these nights with her were nice. the sun still going down and the heat with it. crickets started their song and birds finishing theirs. you had pulled the sheets up halfway when it cooled, the sweat on yalls skin disappearing with the breeze.

abbys nails were kept short always, but theyd begin to grow out and were gently scratching at your skin. her hair had finally grown out again and you twisted it around your fingers.

when you’d found her that night, you had to bring her back. clean up her hair, her wounds, her clothes. you couldnt leave a sweet thing like her out in the cold to die. or the boy that was with her. you never did see him again, but it meant more time just you and her.

“i can stay one more day. but then i ought to get back on.” she pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. “you get some rest now, let me make us somethin’ warm and good for dinner.” you whine as she untangles herself from you, but only laughs before leaving the room.

you don’t remember when you nodded off, but you do remember waking up to something smelling good. she stumbled in with a tray full of plates and cups. she smiled when she saw you sit up.

“well good mornin’ sunshine.” you rolled your eyes as abby settled in beside you. “now, no more of that attitude, not when i made you somethin’ nice.”

you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “now i know good and well that you, abby anderson, are not talking.” she returned the eye roll, albeit not very well. “now what is on my menu tonight mrs anderson?”

abby always left without warning, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. but you always managed to make a move on from her, prepared with the fact that she may never be back for you.

you tended to the farm, your cows. made breakfast and dinner each and every day, sweet tea and lemonade for the hot afternoons. you did afternoon tea in the ladies parlor on saturdays and church on sundays. you kept on the way you always did, never missing a beat.

until a fateful cool evening when someone came knocking on your screen, scaring you half to death as you stirred beside the stove. you sighed as you made your way to the door, wiping your hands on the apron you had on.

you nearly tripped over your own feet seeing abby at your door. took everything in you not to rush and pull her in.

she was different than when you last saw her. new clothes, hair in a loose braid, cuts and blood all over. but you didn’t yet even open the door, she had much to say first.

“before i even start, know how sorry i am. know i didnt mean for it to be this long.” she winced as she leaned on her other leg. “i wanted to come, truly i did, but ive been running all over hell’s half acre. i had business.”

you huffed, pulling the door open and taking her with you to the kitchen. “im so sorry angel, please talk to me.” you sat her down on a stool before heading back to your dinner. “what do i need to do to make it all better?”

she quieted down when you didnt respond, watching you cook. she always loved watching you do household things. made her feel right at home again.

she smiled when you sat her bowl down infront of her, stopping and staring with a frown. she wanted to tell you how pretty you were but held off, you scared her quiet a bit. her hands moved to your hips but you slapped them away and grabbed the wet rag she hadnt noticed.

“eat your damn food.” she slowly spooned the meal into her mouth as you wiped at the old cuts on her face. she winced and pulled away but you pulled back. “stop movin’ when im tryna fix you up.” she nodded as softly as possible.

when you finished, you took the rag and half finished plate with you, pulling the fork from abbys mouth. “go wash up, you will not be dirty in my house.” she nodded, though you weren’t looking, and left to the bathroom.

the plate sat on the counter as you heard her harsh steps up your stairs. you held your head in your hands and took a shaky breath.

you didnt expect her to come back. figured it was final this time. and you certainly didnt expect her at your door like that. you had to pull it together though, couldnt let her see you like this.

you washed up and wiped the kitched till it was spotless before heading upstairs to abby. she was still sitting tending to her wounds when you found her. “you’re doing it wrong.” she dropped what she was doing and slouched. “let me.”

you were gentle with your touch, knowing it was always what she needed. she lived such a hard life that sometimes she needed a gentle touch, some loving. “what in the god damn world did you get yourself into this time?” abby sniffed and you looked up for the first time.

“i hate going out there. i dont wanna anymore.” you hushed her, pulled her close. “can i stay?”

“you can do whatever you want.” you kissed her face, running your fingers through her hair. “im here no matter what you decide.” she nodded and squeezed your hand. “now let me fix up these stitches. you have no idea what your doing. bless your heart.” she laughed softly and you copied. “seriously though, sit still for me.”

“im sorry i always leave.”

it was a quiet night. crickets too tired to so much as hum, and the cow sleeping to forget the chill of the dark. the house had a chill but you and abby huddled to ignore it. it was peaceful. you missed this peace.

you hummed in response, leaning on her chest to see her face. “so don’t.” but she said nothing. did nothing. “abby…”

she shook her head. “im sorry.”

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby anderson angst #abby anderson

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princessbrunette · 4 months

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outlaw!john b on the run and when you go to check on the cows one morning you see him sleeping tucked in the hay 🥺 ur so scared bc youve seen his wanted posters but hes just so handsome

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ୨୧ ꒱꒱

especially if you’ve been kept locked away and sheltered by your parents your whole life — praying each night to be delivered a man who will make you feel good the way you so desperately need— only to have your prayers answered that morning, the tall tanned boy sprawled out in the hay :(

him awaking with a start to see you crouching right down next to him, staring at him with big googly eyes, enamoured by him.

he tries to scramble away, thinking you’re about to have the sheriff busting the barn doors down to catch him any minute but you just grasp him with doe eyes telling him “please, stay.”

you tell him your parents have gone out of town for a few weeks, leaving you to tend to the farm and that he can stay with you if he likes, hide from whatever bad person he needs to hide from. he knows it’s a bad idea but he agrees anyway, letting you patch up any of his wounds and give him a nice big comfy bed to sleep in (coincidentally it also belongs to you… funny.)

you wake him up from his nap having cooked a big old dinner for him, bringing him to the table n sitting right on his knee for a lil bit which catches him off guard but you’re just having so much fun playing husband and wife and you’ve never been able to have male company round before !!

then you sit opposite at the table n watch him devour your cooking, like — he’s ramming it into his mouth, starving — juices n gravy and what not dripping from his mouth and you’re just watching him wistfully leaning your chin in your hand……

“i’m not the kinda guy you wanna marry, trust me.”

“why not?”

“m’not exactly stellar in the eyes of the law sweetheart, don’t think your parents would appreciate me sniffing around you.”

“i can deal with them… everyone messes up sometimes, i’m sure they’d understand.”

he lets you live with that delusion…. but when he sees you humming to yourself doing the dishes after dinner he can’t help but long for that life too :( before you know it he’s behind you at the sink being sooo gentle, kissing on your neck n bringing your hips against his crotch saying “if you’d like, ‘can teach you what else married couples are meant t’do…”

n you’re just soooo wet, unbelievably so bc you’ve never felt the touch of a man :( guide him to your pretty girly farmhouse bedroom and let this outlaw brute fuck u so good on ur frilly sheets as a thank u for taking him in :(

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ୨୧ ꒱꒱

#outlaw!johnb #cowboy!johnb #anon

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trannielove6090 · 26 days

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more writing about tboys being hucows!!

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

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

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

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

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

“say it louder.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#huccow #huc0w #trans t4t #t4t nsft #t4t cnc #t4t bd/sm #t4t breeding #t4t bottom #t4t kink #t4t ns/fw #t4t #lactating kink #ns/fw

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koolades-world · 1 year

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The moment the om cast realized they fell in love with you (part one)

Lucifer

He had a very important report due to Diavolo the next day. Thankfully, it was a weekend, so he could stay up as late as he wanted. He was beyond stressed. Old coffee cups littered his desk. He had already completed several parts of this report, but he had saved the worst part for last. The house was silent for a while. Asmo and Mammon were likely still out, and since they were the main sources of problems, he had silence for a while. But that was too much to ask, of course.

His brothers were causing a ruckus as usual. This time, it seemed as if Beel had eaten one of Levi's limited snacks and several of Asmo's face products because they smelled good. Mammon was also being accused of stealing Belphie's favorite cow pillow. Lucifer knew it was only a matter of time before Satan got involved and the house set on fire again. He hoped Mc wasn't involved, but with his luck, they were right in the middle. His mind drifted to them despite the chaos outside. Earlier that day, they were talking about an art project they had recently started. It was a paint by numbers that they planned to hang in their room once they were finished. They had sweetly remarked the deep red roses reminded them of him, and it was all he could think about hours later.

He sighed. He knew the fight was going to escalate but he didn't want to spend a moment away from the report. The yelling grew louder as they came down the hall. As he stood up, the hall went silent. He paused, suspicious. He stood there for a moment before cautiously opening the door. There was nobody in sight. He shut the door again but before he could get more than a few steps away, there was a soft knock on the door. With another sigh, he turned back around to open the door.

On the other side of the door was Mc. Belphie was draped over them from their right side, one arm wrapped around him. Mc was basically dragging him along since he was too big for them to carry and he was half asleep. He was not paying attention to anything but Mc. If Belphie was any smaller, he would be curled up in their arms, like a baby, or a cat. This stirred something within Lucifer, but he ignored it. In their other hand was a fresh cup of coffee. He wasn't sure how they knocked.

"This is for you." They held out the cup with a gentle smile. "I figured you would want another one. I made it myself."

"Thank you." He took it and sipped it. It was just how he liked it.

"I sorted out your brothers. I promised to take them out tomorrow for ice cream if they were quiet and kept to themself for the rest of the evening. I'm going to look for replacements for with Levi and Asmo lost, and I'm pretty sure Belphie's pillow got lost in his bed so we're about to go look." Lucifer was speechless. A strange feeling grew in his chest that he couldn't quite place. He choked out another quiet thank you. Belphie was quietly whining about his pillow. Mc shushed him and promised him they were going to find it

"I'll leave you alone now. If you need anything from me, let me know. Good night." Just like that, they were gone, dragging his youngest brother behind them. He shut the door in a stupor. After sitting back at his desk, he realized what this feeling was. Earlier, he was jealous of his brother, but seeing Mc act to tenderly to both Belphie and himself made him feel fuzzy inside. He had fallen, and hard at that. To think, the powerful Lucifer was in love with something as simple as a human. What was he going to do?

Mammon

Mammon was at his sixth photoshoot this month. Since it was on the other side of town, his brothers were interested in coming at first since they didn't go that way often. However, by the third time he was called out there, nobody wanted to tag along anymore. He had specially invited Mc, figuring they would want to come with him. They did, but they were all after school, which is when they had club meetings. They had recently become the president of RAD's garden club, so as much as they wanted to go, they couldn't skip these meetings. He was hurt by that, but he knew they couldn't help it.

The fourth and fifth photoshoots were fun while they were happening, but he felt oddly lonely after all the excitement had died down. He had gone to a bar both times afterwards, and that was the plan this time too. There was a store he had passed on the way there and had seen outfits that reminded him of Mc that he wanted to buy for them. He thought they would appreciate it and might be more inclined to come along next time. It was greedy of him, but that's what he did best.

The shoot had just ended and he was finally free to do whatever he wanted. While he liked the shoot outfit, he wanted to put his regular outfit back on. He put on his usual, cocky exterior and waved, smiled, and winked at people he passed by. When he reached his dressing room, he slammed the door shut behind him and look a deep breath, finally able to relax. He sat there for a moment, hands on the back of the door, eyes shut. He wanted to leave as soon as possible, so he turned around, but wasn't ready to be greeted by the sight of someone familiar.

"Mc? What the hell are ya doin' here? Don't cha have club?" There they were, the person he was thinking about, sitting in his dressing chair. They were wearing his jacket, no less. He was overloaded with several emotions that he couldn't describe. He was frozen in place.

"The rest of the club realized I was missing out on your photoshoots, so they agreed to meet tomorrow instead. You look nice." Their smile was dazzling.

"I- uh- of course The Great Mammon looks nice! Be amazed human!" He was unsure on how to react. He was not expecting to see them of all people and wasn't mentally prepared at all.

"How did the shoot go?" They stood up and grabbed his arm to pull him over to the chair they were just sitting in. They sat him down and began removing his makeup for him. He was still reeling, but he finally caught up.

"Wait, wait. How did ya get here? You didn't come all this way on yer own, did ya? Are ya okay?" He caught Mc's hands in his own to pause them and scanned their face. They looked alright externally. They smiled at him.

"I'm alright, I promise. Mephisto drove me down since he had business in this area." The thought of them being alone together angered him a little, but he was more glad they got there safely. He knew damn well Mephisto had no business in the fashion district.

“Ya shouldn't be standing. You sit here." He tried to clumsily got to his feet, still holding Mc's hands.

"No, you've been up all day. You worked hard. Let's get you ready to go home." They sat him back down and sat on his lap to continue removing their makeup. He short-circuited, and couldn't form a proper sentence. Mc giggled, making him go red. His ears were the color of Diavolo's hair. Once he stopped trying to speak, it became much more enjoyable. The rest went by in a blur. They buzzed about the highlights of their day, but Mammon simply wanted to admire their face. They ushered him to his closet to get changed, which he did. He didn't pester them about his jacket.

The moment he left the changing room was the moment he realized everything he was feeling was his love for Mc. Seeing them holding his car keys, wearing his jacket and hairclips from the shoot made him realize he was down bad, and there was no getting back up.

Levi

Levi had gotten his hands on a game he knew Mc was looking forward to playing. Lately, they had been caught up with schoolwork. He was able to complete almost all of it digitally, but Mc didn’t have that option, so they had to complete in person assignments, which translated to them getting back so tired they just wanted to sleep. He couldn’t blame them, but it made him feel lonely. Sometimes, he would play a game on his D.D.D, sitting in their bed while they napped, if one his brothers wasn’t already there. Satan would do the same thing, but with a book instead so they would silently agree to keep out the others. It made him green with envy to have to share these fleeting moments with anyone, but it was all he could get.

They were on break for two weeks now. Mc got all their work done early on and promised Levi they would spend as many nights with him as possible. He has gotten his hands on a game he knew they were really looking forward to as a surprise. He just needed to wait for them to show up to his room. Time ticked by. The seconds felt like agonizing hours as his kind ran wild with possibilities of what might have happened to them. What if Asmo dragged them out to a party? What if Lucifer loaded them with more work? Or, worst of all, what if they got dragged into a nap with Belphie?

These thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the hall. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He recognized the gait and heaviness as Mc. Before they could knock, or say anything, he opened the door.

“Levi! I got snacks. Sorry I’m a little late. I had to throw some crumbs to Beel so he wouldn’t eat what was for us.” They smiled at him. He could already hear his heartbeat. He didn’t understand it. “Close the door behind me and lock it so he doesn’t come back for the rest.” This statement made his palms clammy, but he did as they asked

“So, what’s the surprise? You should know I’ve been dying to know all evening.” They sat down on a beanbag chair, crossed legged. Today they looked extra nice in his opinion.

“I got “Help, I’ve Been Reincarnated as a Demon…! the game 2!” He presented it to them proudly.

“You shouldn’t have! You know I was saving up to buy that! You’re so sweet.” They threw their arms up in the air and clapped.

“You’re not going to believe this, but it came in a super bundle and came with the first game, the first game remastered, both DLCS, and a plushie mc’s pet cat!” He lifted the basket off his desk and passed it to them.

The look on their face was priceless. This was the first time he had ever felt happy simply because someone around him was elated, no less because of a gift. Everyone else told him he was an awful gift giver, but the look on Mc’s face told him otherwise. They stood up and threw their arms around him. Usually. He would freeze up in a bad way, but this felt oddly joyful. He couldn’t bring himself to hug back, but he savored the moment.

If that didn’t do it, them curling into his side during a particularly long loading screen did. The toy cat was sitting in their lap and their ankles were crossed with his. Now that they were asleep, he was alone with this thoughts again. He’d never felt this way about anyone before. What now?

part two tomorrow with the remaining four brothers since this took much longer than I thought it would. also want to do a side characters version which also might be broken up into parts lol

#obey me #obey me!#obey me belphie #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me mammon #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me x you

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juanarc-thethird · 3 months

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Animal control with jaune and Blake

I don't know if what I wrote below was what you expected, but what's done is done. ------------

Animal Control

Jaune and Blake drive in their van to their first client.

Jaune: *Driving* So, what kind of job do we have today?

Blake: We have to appease a crocodile.

Jaune: Is it a "catch and release" type of job?

Blake: No, they just need us to relax her.

Jaune: Oh, I see, it's their pet.

Blake: *Quietly* I wouldn't say that.

Jaune: What's her name? The crocodile, I mean.

Blake: Tock

Jaune: Ok, first time I've heard a name like that.

Blake: Make a left here and the house will be on the right.

Jaune: Thanks

Jaune follows Blake's directions and they stop in front of the house.

Jaune: Here we are. I'll go take some tranquilizer darts.

Blake: It won't be necessary.

Jaune: Really? Is a crocodile.

Blake: Trust me, you won't need it.

Jaune: If you say so

They get out of the van, walk to the door and ring the doorbell.

Jaune: After these, do you want to stop and eat at the taqueria I told you about yesterday?

Blake: Sure, if we have time.

Jaune: Great.

Suddenly the door of the house opens. In front of them 5 very scared people appear and start talking at the same time.

Jaune: Wow! Quiet! Don't worry… As you can see, we are animal control and we are already informed of what is happening. You.. *he points to one of the people* ..where is the crocodile?

Stranger 1: T-That way.

He says as he points to a door at the end of the hallway.

Stranger 1: She's in there. Please be very careful.

Jaune: *Smiles* Don't worry, we are professionals.

He says with great confidence.

Stranger 2: If you survive, we will follow you to the depths of hell.

Jaune: (Holy cow, what kind of crocodile do they have?!) T-That's not necessary.

Blake: Jaune, lets go.

Jaune: R-Right.

The two pass between the people towards their objective. The more they do it, the more they hear the chaos happening inside the room.

Jaune: So, how do you plan to appease her?

Blake: By using you.

Jaune: *Surprise* I'm sorry!

Blake grabs the door handle and opens it without any worry.

Jaune: Wait!

When they open the door completely, they find a very upset woman.

Tock: How the hell did I lose that money?!! That bet was supposedly a sure winner!!! *She grabs a chair and throws it against the wall* AAAAH!!!!

Jaune: Blake...

Blake: Hm?

Jaune: That's not a crocodile

Blake: Wrong, she is.

Jaune: She is a person!

Blake: Correction, She is a Crocodile Faunus person.

Jaune: That doesn't matter, you told me that we would work with animals!

Blake: She is an animal.

Jaune: *Gasp!* Now that's racist.

Blake: Ok I lied! Actually this companionship business for women.

Jaune: And I'm the product?

Blake: Y-Yes... *Ashamed, she lowers her head*

Jaune: *Sighs* Look Blake, if you need money, I can help you.

Blake: *Happy* So you'll work for me?!

Jaune: Hell no! I leav-!

Tock: *Grabs his shirt* You finally arrived handsome.

Jaune: *Worry* Hey wait a minute! I was just leav-!

Tock: Enough of the talk, let's fuck!

She pushes Jaune into the room and locks the door. Blake puts her ear to the door and listens.

Jaune: Wait this is all a misunderstanding! If you let me explain-!

Suddenly the sound of clothes falling is heard.

Jaune: O-Oh God~

Tock: You like what you see, big guy~💕 This is all yours for the next hour~

Jaune: I-I don't think it's a good idea-

Tock: If you're worried about my teeth, don't be. I don't bite…hard~

Jaune: Is not that, the thing is...

Then the sound of a zipper is heard.

Jaune: H-Hey!

Tock: Holy fuck~💕 They told me you were big, but I didn't expect such a massive cock~ God, I need it inside me~💕

Jaune: H-Hang on a minute! I don't think she will fit! Hey! WAIT!

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room.

Tock: MoThErfuCkEr!!💕

Jaune: *Worry* Are you ok?!

Tock: I'm fine! Just… fuck~💕… I think I just came. Shit, you sure have a nice cock~ I will definitely book you again. Now let's test your stamina~💕

Jaune: Mu stami-*Gets kissed*-MHH!!💕

Tock: Shut up now, will you, just fuck me~💕 *Kiss* *Kiss* *Kiss*

Blake: (Looks like my plan was a success)

Blake walks away from the door and starts typing on her phone.

Blake(text): I have a space open this Saturday, is that okay?

*Ting!*

White_Queen: I take it. It would be at my beach house. I'll send you the address later, along with the deposit.

Blake smiles at the text

Blake: (Oh Jaune~ You don't know how valuable you are.)

#jaune arc #rwby jaune arc #jaune #rwby jaune #rwby blake #blake belladonna #rwby blake belladonna #blake #rwby tock #rwby #rwby shitpost #rwby smut #rwby lemon

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jungle-angel · 25 days

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Our Nest (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob are preparing for your little one's arrival and already, shenanigans have ensued

Warnings: Pregnancy, parenthood, Auggie being a menace etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @withahappyrefrain @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia and the lovely @bradshawsbaby my darling, I leave this as a little gift for you 🥰🥰🥰🥰

It was one of those gloriously warm spring days in Montana when all the flowers were in bloom, the windows of the house open to let in the breeze and the birds singing. The lilacs and the crape myrtles that you and Bob had planted after your wedding several years before had fully bloomed already, releasing their heady scents and causing more than a few sneezing fits.

Bob hummed a little as he organized the bookshelf in the corner of the nursery, right next to the rocking chair. Already Meemaw and Papa had sent over an old box of books that had been his when he was a baby, each one carefully picked with all the love in the world and inscribed with his date of birth and a message from Meemaw and Papa.

"Whatcha got Bob?" you asked folding one of the little blue onesies to put in the laundry.

"All the books that were mine when I was a baby," he answered. "Got Baby's Good Morning Book, Baby's Bedtime Book, Baby's Story Book, the Christmas Stories, Child's Story Book, Child's Fairy Tale Book, Peter Rabbit and.......looks like Winnie The Pooh too."

You couldn't help but ooh and aah over the books and their illustrations. You wished you could have a few of them to hang on the walls.

"Hey!" chirped a little toddler voice. "Get out me swamp!!"

You and Bob laughed when you saw Auggie running to the door with the kitchen broom as soon as the doorbell rang, when who should enter but Jake Seresin himself, greeted by his godson wielding a broom.

"Bob! I think Shrek's at it again!" Jake announced. "He's chasing me out of his swamp!"

"You're the one who had to show him that movie," Bob informed him.

Jake rolled his eyes as Auggie laughed and hugged his leg, hanging on for dear life and giggling like crazy as Jake lifted one leg and then the other.

"How goes Mommas?" Jake said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Good, save for the fact that my husband is right there watching you," you chuckled.

"Hey it's called being courteous, it's technically not flirting," Jake explained.

"Although Natasha might disagree."

Jake made a noise that caught in his throat, his hand moving quickly to protectively cup his denim clad scrotum.

"That's what we thought," Bob said with a shit eating grin.

Jake gathered up Auggie to go and cause havoc elsewhere for the day, leaving you and Bob to finish putting together the nursery. You unpacked all the baby clothes, blankets, shoes and other things your family and friends had sent you over the last few months including adorable little bunnies, puppies, bears, elephants and duckies for your little boy.

"Oh remember this?" you laughed, unfolding one of the blankets from the box.

"Oh, my Uncle Red's wife made that years ago," Bob cooed, holding up the little ducky quilt. "I used to sleep with it every night and Mom had to wrestle it away just to wash it."

You and Bob shared a few laughs as you kept organizing and putting everything together. Outside, you could see two mountain bluebirds in the nest they had made in the crape myrtle, wondering if there were any eggs due to hatch. Already the chicks had begun to hatch while there were more horse and cow births happening at least twice a week. The bunnies too had been hard at work, their numbers multiplying in the last few weeks as well.

"Oof," you breathed, feeling your baby kick. "Oh I know little guy, you're ready."

Bob helped you up from where you had been sitting, letting you lean against him as his hand rested gently on your belly. "Did he drop?" he asked.

You nodded.

Bob smiled broadly as he knelt to kiss your bump. "Now you wait a minute mister," Bob chuckled. "There's still some things we need to get ready for you."

You laughed as Bob pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. He wasn't wrong. Even though you were days away from giving birth, there were still so many things to do in such a tiny time frame.

The next few days were spent prepping the house and finishing the nursery. The laundry and the last of your knitting went smoothly although your cats would have said otherwise. Bluey and Echo, Bob's two blue-heelers, had taken to fetching the oddest things from the other rooms which led to an odd assortment of everything piling up in the living room. But you wouldn't have had it any other way.

At last, the day had come, a warm and calm night when you woke up suddenly after your water broke unexpectedly. Jake and Natasha came to take Auggie back to their place for a while, while your midwife came to the house to help. Bob stayed with you the whole time, just as he had done with Auggie, letting you squeeze his hand as you relaxed in the warm bath.

At long last, on June 1st, at 1:30 in the morning, your sweet little boy, Patrick Lewis Floyd, was born; sharing a birthday with Bob's father Joe. As soon as you were back in yours and Bob's shared bed, he snapped a few photos and sent them to his parents, siblings and the Daggers. It's not long before his phone is flooded with messages, all from the proud aunts, uncles and grandparents of your new little boy.

Joe and Irene, Bob's parents, are proud as ever of their grandson and of you both, more so now that Joe can joke about Patrick being his birthday present for that year. His Meemaw and Papa are all too proud to be great-grandparents again, all of them offering to come by and help with whatever is needed.

You and Bob wake later the next day at the sound of Patrick's fussing in the little bedside bassinet, Bob carefully lifting him into his arms and bringing him to the window to hear the birds singing. Patrick calms right down as soon as he's heard the birds sing and as soon as he's latched onto you to feed.

And when you and Bob are snuggled in your shared bed with Auggie coming in to see his new baby brother, you are both overjoyed and happy at the little nest you've built together.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader

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bia-wayne-west · 3 months

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Pregnancy — Barry Allen x Reader

Characters: Barry Allen (The Flash), Reader (You).

Synopsis: You have been married to Barry for two years. One fine day, you start to feel a hunger worthy of a little speedster.

Warnings: Pregnancy, seasickness, pregnancy discovery

N / A: I did this imagine in 10 minutes. I watched a pregnancy movie with my cousin, and then we went to watch The Flash, she suggested the idea to me and I loved it. Hope you like it.

I'm a Latina girl who doesn't speak fluent English, so I want to apologize for any writing errors you find. Feel free to correct me.

MASTERLIST

The day had begun. The sun came through the window, causing you to curl up even more in the duvets.

You ran your hand over the bed, feeling the sheet to feel Allen's warm body. There was only an empty space, indicating that he had been awake for some time.

Your mind tried to sleep again, however, a sweet smell flooded his nostrils. You could have sworn it smelled like pancakes and condensed milk.

The sheets were set aside as his feet touched the ground. With delicate steps, you made your way to the kitchen, being guided by the wonderful smell. You had no intention of surprising Barry, as he could see everything happening in slow motion and could easily see you approaching.

Allen held a frying pan, trying to flip a pancake. On the kitchen counter was a stack of pancakes and two coffee cups of Jitters.

With a smile on your face, you approached your husband, placing your hand on the speedster's shoulder. Barry's face lit up, showing a sweet smile.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, my dear.”

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“You always make coffee, I decided to make it for you today.” Allen placed the last finished pancake on the plate, enjoying the view of what he had just prepared. “Are you hungry?”

“I think I could devour a whole cow.” Your stomach churned, complaining of hunger.

You usually didn't eat much, unlike your husband. Barry had to consume at least fifteen thousand calories daily, so he could stay upright and healthy. He literally ate all day and kept him body skinny.

Unlike you, who hardly felt hungry. You were the perfect couple. When you couldn't finish your snack, Allen was able to eat everything and still had plenty of room in his stomach. A few weeks ago, you began to feel extraordinarily hungry.

You ate almost the same amount of food as Barry. It seemed like you were a speedster, too. Her sense of smell could sense food being prepared in other rooms, as well as feeling terrible nausea and dizziness. You thought it was vitamin’s problem, and you bought some to make yourself feel better.

Within seconds, the breakfast table was fully set. Without much ceremony, you joined your husband to enjoy their morning meal.

“I could have sworn you have hypermetabolism too.” He joked when he saw you steal a pancake from him after eating yours.

“I don't know what happened. It feels like I'm eating for an army.” You verbalized, picking up the dishes to wash them. As soon as your hand placed the last glass in the sink, a horrible sensation gripped your entire body. You ran to the bathroom, feeling a terrible urge to vomit. Your body leaned over the toilet as the breakfast was poured out.

In less than a second, Barry appeared at your side, his face full of concern. One hand held your hair, while the other smoothed your back.

“Are you okay?”

“I am. I think I ate more than my stomach can handle.”

“Let Caitlin examine you.”

“I told you I'm fine, dear.” You got up with Barry's help. Along the way, you felt your vision darken and your body vibrate, as if you were a speedster. “I think going to see Caitlin is a good idea.”

(…)

“I have two new features.” Caitlin said, as soon as she finished examining your blood. “A good one and a bad one, depending on one's point of view.”

“What's the good news?” Barry asked. Cisco, Joe, Barry, and you were waiting in the exam room. Caitlin held a sheet of paper with the results of your exams.

“You're pregnant.”

Your world spun. Your chest collapsed with happiness. A year ago, you and Barry were planning to have a child, but you never had any luck.

Allen took your hand. The speedster's face was flooded with a smile. Everyone in the room was happy with the news of yet another person being added to Team Flash.

“And what's the bad news?” You asked.

“Very well.” She seemed to be looking for the right words. “I did an ultrasound, and it looks like the baby's heart has stopped.”

“You mean he's dead?”

Everyone in the room asked at once. Tears had already appeared in your eyes, you had barely gotten used to the idea of being a mother, and your little Allen was no longer with you.

“Theoretically, yes.”

“Explain it properly.” You demanded.

“When Barry was struck by lightning, his heart stopped several times. Doctors believed he had died because the machines couldn't record his heartbeat.” She explained. “But his heart had never stopped, what happened is that he was so fast that not even the machines could keep up.”

“So your theory is that the baby is like Barry?” Cisco chimed in. His face was in an expression it was always when he was thinking. “My God, that completely explains your extraordinary hunger and why you started vibrating like a speedster.”

“Our son is also fast.” Allen said, grinning from ear to ear. He deposited a beak on your lips, still holding your hand.

Ten years later…

You've finished setting the lunch table. The dish of the day was pasta with broccoli and cheese. Benjamin Allen's favorite meal.

After putting the last dish on the table, you called your child. Benjamin quickly descended using his powers.

The wind caused by your little one's speed left one of the glasses on the table unbalanced. Before Ben had a chance to catch him, another speedster came in front of him. Barry put the glass right where it was before, and went to meet him.

The brunette wrapped his arms around his body and pressed a sweet kiss to her neck. A laugh escaped his throat as he saw his son utter an exclamation of disgust.

“Please, your son is here watching you be completely disgusting. Ben said, sitting in the chair.

Benjamin has the same hair color as yours, but he had the same green eyes as his father. Everyone who saw him always said the same thing, that he was a faithful copy of Barry Allen.

He and your husband were the guardians of Central City. The little one has not yet obtained all of his father's abilities, but he has the super speed and the ability to vibrate his body and molecules.

In the middle of lunch, you smiled when you saw the size of your child's plate, which was three times larger than yours. That scene reminded him of something.

“Ben, would you like to hear the story of the day I found out I was pregnant?”

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issuesntissues · 23 days

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141 if they were dogs

and you can headcanon whatever breed, but this is just how their behavior would be to me :>

Price

the tail never wags

he is stoic, your standard guard dog

he basically lives for his duty, and then mopes on the floor

he doesn’t give any bite warnings, if you’re messing with him he’ll bite—

if he’s sleeping, leave him alone 😬

definitely not a family dog, but a good dog for loners or people who don’t have a lot in life

he loves raw steaks. if he is not fed raw steaks he will be grumpy

Gaz

Stoic like Price, but a calm approach and a head pat will earn you a small tail wag

a good guard dog for a small family!

he’s always on his feet but when he’s asleep, he’s out like a rock—

has an incredible nose, perfect for sleuthing

knows how to be gentle with small people and animals

definitely sleeps in the kids rooms

loves a variety of raw foods. must pay him the cheese tax

Soap

may god help you

he is hyper, he is built for outdoor activities

absolutely massive appetite, will eat whatever you give him and more (lock down your trash cans, and prepare to push him off counters)

if there’s something he’s not used to, he’ll chase it down immediately—

* always alert and vocal, if anything steps foot within his area of awareness, you’ll hear about it

although he wouldn’t be great in a family household, he gets along well with older kids (or anyone with high energy tbh)

he’s a working dog at the end of the day, and needs high activity daily exercise 🫶

Ghost

unapproachable— keep your hands and fingers to themselves

pure guard dog, and everyone can see it with how many scars he has

he has adequate hearing and smell, but impeccable eyesight

once he’s on the trail of something he won’t ever let it go—

eats nothing but raw meat of any kind (he needs protein 😳)

definitely not for any average dog owner, he’s handled by scary individuals

!! BONUS !!

König

a big dog, but he’s skittish—

was meant to be a guard dog, but got kicked out of service for being a big silly

has poor spacial awareness but an amazing nose

drools when he sleeps

if you have food, he’ll invade your space and take it (like a cow. look up a cow stealing food—)

definitely isn’t afraid to bite intruders (will mow them down and maul them if he wants to—)

💯 safe with kids of all ages (just make sure you have enough food, eats enough to fill 3 teenage boys. could eat a small human—)

Riptide

the most domesticated and least aggressive in the entire list tbh

love swimming, if he’s near any puddle or pool he’s diving right in—

excels at fetch, especially with frisbees

is the gentlest with kids, you can leave them alone with him—

has intimidating barks but they’re never aggressive, he’s mostly quiet—

loves the beach, gets all sandy and smelly ✨

has a good balance between guard dog, and family dog 💚

Keegan

you know outside cats? well he’s like that, only a dog—

comes back for food or if he’s injured/really dirty

he always stays near your home / around your neighborhood at night (he got a lil of that guard dog in him)

very quiet, never barks or whines, but if he’s fighting he’ll sound like a monster—

hunts rats for fun (doesn’t eat them though)

he would not be happy if someone took him off the street, he’s happy with his life style

#call of duty #headcanon #john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #keegan p russ #konig cod

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thinking on this fine saturday about virgin!eddie getting his first ever handjob at one of king steve's parties <;3

tw: handjobs, tipsy fumbling.

"what're you... we can't go in here, steve will kill me," eddie's wide eyed, frazzled as he clenches onto his half empty beer bottle with one hand, the other gripping onto your waist, grounding you as you pepper little kisses up the side of his neck.

"shh, gotta be quiet or somebody'll hear, eddie," you're giggly, way beyond tipsy as you wind your fingers tight in eddie's shirt, backing him up into king steve's room blindly.

he lets you do it without anymore argument. stupid and too wound up on the alcohol and weed to care that he barely knows you. you pluck the bottle from his hand, placing it on steve's dresser with a small grin on your face.

you lean forward to kiss him and he melts into it, relishes in the tacky glide of your glossed lips against his own chapped and bitten ones, grabbing for a handful of your ass and you laugh again.

"i wanna, eddie," you pout as you pull away, playful and trying to hide your smile, hand slithering down the front of his pants to grasp at his painfully hard cock through his jeans, "don't you want me to make you feel good?"

"i do, i do!" eddie speaks all too fast, because of course he fucking does, he's wanted the touch of something more than his own right hand for too long — but he's trying to be a gentleman, even as a virgin he knows not to take advantage of a drunk girl, "we're both really, really drunk, sweetheart."

"don't care," you giggle, backing him up slowly towards the bed until the backs of his knees are knocking the edge and he's falling backwards rather ungracefully, perching himself up on his elbows, "i need to see you cum."

eddie swallows thickly, looking your curvy body up and down in your ruched satin dress, unable to hide his want anymore, his cock pressing up against his zipper, only a slight relief.

you climb onto the bed on top of him, trying for sexy but probably looking more like a baby cow trying to find it's footing, sitting low on his thighs as you bunch his shirt up, "let me make you feel good, please?"

your wandering hands have eddie folding pretty quickly, and he makes no move to stop you from unbuckling his belt and ripping his jeans open — hell, he even helps you pull them down by lifting his hips up, any worry turning to eagerness as need takes over him.

when his cock springs out from his tight boxers and slaps against his belly you gasp, rocking down into his thigh, "god, you're so big," your voice is awestruck, taking in every last bit of it — he's thick, bigger than average, uncut, curved ever so slightly to the right, and he's already smearing precum all over his belly, pooling into his bellybutton.

"it is?" he asks, stupid. he doesn't know any better, hadn't seen another cock before, not up close anyway. the guys locker room didn't count, everyone averted their eyes in there. "oh, you don't have to — holy fuck,"

eddie watches dumbly as you grab hold of the base of his cock, leaning forward and letting a glob of spit coat the pink head, getting him all nice and wet for your hand.

you slink off of him, opting to lay out at his side so that you can get a better grip on him and take the opportunity to push up against him tightly. you lean down, kissing wetly at his neck, "i'm gonna make you feel so good, promise." you whisper, glossy lips smearing against his flushed skin.

you start slowly, getting a feel for his cock and what he likes — listening for the changes in his breathing pattern, the slight hitch, the quiet moans as you twist your fist over his head.

"mmph," eddie grunts, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back, losing himself in the feeling, "your hands are so soft."

you giggle quietly, squeezing his shaft slightly on the upstroke, "thanks for the compliment," you lean over to kiss his stubbled cheek gently, and he keens into it, "can i go faster?"

"fuck, please," he begs, turning to look at you with his pleading eyes, all wide and dark in the dull lighting of steve's room.

you do speed up, maybe a bit too much, as your spit slick hand starts to fly up and down his cock, squeezing beads of precum from the slit to add to the wetness. this is the first time you've ever touched an uncut cock, and you're pleasantly surprised by just how sensitive he seems.

you watch as eddie's tummy muscles begin to quiver, and you find a slight pride and need blooming in your tummy. the pride of knowing you're making him react like this — the need to watch him come undone for you.

“oh — shit slow down, m'so close,” he rasps, unable to tear his eyes away from where your slick, tight fist runs up and down the length of his cock, foreskin rippling as you move up towards the head, swiping away the small blurts of precum that pool there, bringing attention to his sheer need.

"really? does it feel that good?" you ask, voice sultry and smooth as you nip at the shell of his ear, rubbing yourself up against his side. your pussy throbs as you listen to his desperate whimpering, relishing in the way his hips kick up slightly.

eddie nods, gnawing on his bottom lip, losing it when you run your thumb on the underside of his tip, grazing that one little sensitive spot until he's moaning your name, grabbing your thigh tightly, "m'gonna cum — you're gonna make me cum, oh fuck, fuuuck—!"

you gasp and giggle into his ear, turning your head just in time to watch as he cums in thick ropes all over your fist, shooting up his tummy and painting his dark expanse of hair on his happy trail.

there's just so much of it, and he just keeps cumming, groans rumbling up his throat as you jerk him through it, until he's physically recoiling from you from the overstimulation, burying his face into your tits to hide his burning hot cheeks.

you do eventually let go of his spent cock, your hand so slick with his cum that you shiver, the intrusive thought of using it on your aching cunt flashing through your brain.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #my fanfic #mine #my work #x reader #blurb

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