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cowboy-7000 · 1 year
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Hi, I'm a 19 year old trans guy and 3 years on T and post op. I'm mostly more dominant!
Just here for my horny thoughts and fantasies!
Into:
Oral
Breeding
Praise
Petplay
Begging
Overstim/Edging
DNI:
Minors (obvs)
R*pe play/kink
Ageplay/DDLB
Detransition/Misgendering kink
Chaser (any type)
Sissy and other Misogynistic kinks
Race Fetishist
Anyone over 25
I'll disappear from time to time!
Asks and DMs are open to anyone under 25!
The block button is my best friend!
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pinkmirth · 8 months
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i need more cowboi reiner tryna knock u up pls 🥺 👉 👈
⸻ STUFFED!
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SYNOPSIS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ reiner just can’t seem to control how hungry he is for you. what better way to make you his than by stuffing you full of him?
CONTAINS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ ( 2.5k+ words of . . . ) cowboy!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, countryside setting, established relationship, reiner has a big fat breeding kink, sex flashbacks, doggie style, standing sex, creampie, use of pet names (ex. mama, sugar, honey), reader calls reiner ‘papa’, mentions of pregnancy, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!
MY LOVE NOTE! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ it’s undeniable that cowboy reiner’s got a raging breeding kink. thanks so much for sending in your thoughts, my love! now here’s rei-rei bein’ a shameless feen for his pretty girl! 🎀
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reiner’s terribly distracted.
the last thing he wants to do is lay blame, but in a way, you’re the reason why. the mere thought of you is enough to make this cowboy go buckwild. rei-rei swears he usually has more self control, it’s just that you strip him of all common sense.
you, pretty little you, make him all scatterbrained. his head’s been filled with nothing but romantics and vulgarities ever since he took you on a date seven months ago. you’ve turned him into some fool in love, for goodness’ sake.
memories of last night’s escapades come to mind. his mouth practically waters when remembering your plush ass; how you tossed it onto his pelvis with an arching back and swaying tits, peering at him with the sultriest smile, not to mention those glimmering bedroom eyes of yours. he recalls having to hold you still, so you wouldn’t be able to squirm away if his pounding were to become too much. you were soft, he remembers, so soft. the flesh of your hips would squish beneath the imposing pressure of his callous fingers, digging tighter into your sides whenever you’d flutter around the girth of him. he remembers the way he came inside with a rumbly moan, leaving your pussy full and the sheets wet . . . he wants to do it all over again.
with all that’s going on in that perverse little mind of his, he can hardly bring himself to focus on feeding the cattle. the only thing that can solve his problem is its source; you. and just like that, reiner’s dropping whatever he’d been doing before. his chores can surely wait, but this surge of desire can’t be overlooked. not a thing matters as much as finding you, fucking you, filling you.
he rounds the barn, passes by the apple trees and the horse stables in search of you. his cock pulses with every step, prodding stubbornly against the soft cotton of his boxers, now smeared with sticky precum. reiner brings a hand down to provide himself some relief, palming his boner with a low grunt. he’s so fucking hard that it almost hurts. that’s what he gets for fantasizing about you for the past thirty minutes and doing nothing about it until now.
with heavy steps, reiner makes his entrance into the farmhouse and is met by the sight of you lounging in the living room. you’re seated on the floral-print recliner with your pedicured toes propped up, all nice and comfortable. you’re wearing the dainty string of pearls he bought you for your birthday earlier in the year. pride flushes throughout his chest when seeing how prettily it rests on your collarbone.
you greet your man with a glossy smile, one that makes his dick throb beneath his hay-specked coveralls. reiner wonders if you’ve taken note of just how red he looks, rosy heat scattered across his face, from the highs of his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. he can feel his skin blazing with complete and total need.
reiner elicits a weak mumble of ‘hey, sugar. . .’, a stark contrast to your tone being all light and cheery as you ramble on about the cute little mini-skirt you’re crocheting for yourself. ‘since the weather’s getting warmer,’ you chime.
reiner loves you. he really, truly does, but he simply isn’t in the headspace to pay mind to the mundane task you’re occupied with at the moment— not when he’s this close to tearing off your summer dress, bending you over, peeling himself out of his spurred boots and pumping you full of every drop of cum he has to offer. fuck, he’s breathing harder now. gradually, he feels his resolve slip.
“you alright, honey?” you set down your crocheting hook, staring up at him with big, curious eyes. your voice, soft and consoling, grounds him just a little. reiner pulls off his signature cowboy hat, sets it on the nearby coffee table, and ruffles his hair so it falls into place. “yeah, i’m just—“ a pause amidst his sigh. truthfully, he’s here because he wants to fuck you pregnant. “i wanted t’see you, is all.” he settles on saying that instead. it’s much sweeter, all the more more romantic. less fetish-y. you probably would’ve looked at him funny if he admitted to crossing the entire farm by foot just so he could fill you up.
“aw, rei! you were missin’ me?” you laugh out of flattery. oh, your reiner. he’s so sweet in his own right. your boyfriend wants to ‘see you’, as he claims, like he hadn’t woken you up with nibbles to your neck, taken a (somewhat long, fairly busy) shower with you this morning, and ate breakfast alongside you before heading off to tend to the farm. you assume he can’t help but cling to you and want more.
it’s sudden, but welcomed, how reiner closes in on you. he draws near like a magnet, until the space between you no longer exists. he’s crouching down to the level of the chair, hovering over you to press a kiss on your lips. “mhm. missed you so bad, mama,” he mumbles against your mouth. in reply, you whisper onto his lips, something about how he’s always ‘so eager.’ he leans into you, desperate for more, and the chair creaks underneath the addition of his weight. he’s a large man, anyone can tell. his brawny build and imposing height never fail to make you feel safe underneath him. 
reiner dips his head low and plants one, two, three sloppy kisses along your warm neck, and it gets you hotter than the southern heat. he leaves saliva in his wake, trailed by the lightest of bruises from his suctioning lips. he tries to undo your clothes and his, but the small space that this decade-old chair provides won’t allow for it. besides, it wouldn’t be wise of him to make you squirt on a family heirloom. “this won’t do,” he clicks his teeth, decidingly picking you up. your legs wrap around his torso like second nature, arms circled around the back of his muscular neck.
“reiii, baby wait!” you draw out the call of his name, but all it does is coax him further. can’t you tell that your voice is only making him harder? that your whines urge him to fuck you silly? 
“wait?” he reiterates, grinding up into your clothed core. you shudder upon contact. “what for?” from beneath the denim he wears, you can feel his stiffness poke against your flimsy panties. “don’t you wanna head to bed first, honey? hm?” you whine into his neck. it takes a good eight seconds for him to respond.
“uh-uh,” reiner gives you a half-hearted grunt, with his gaze fixed on your cleavage that the low neckline of your dress presents to him. obviously, he’s interested in other things. “here’s just fine, sugar.” he’s strong enough to fuck you standing up with nothing else supporting him, and you know that. he doesn’t need a goddamn mattress.
reiner’s large hands grab at your underside, using your ass as the perfect leverage to press you close to him. this is your third time fucking the week, and it’s only tuesday. you’d mention it, but he’s too busy kissing down the valley of your breasts. impatience seeps through his every movement, from how he grasps at your thighs to keep you upright, to eagerly feeling along your lower half like it’s his first time touching your body.
“slow down, rei.” begrudgingly, reiner removes his lips from your chest. he finally calms for just a moment, so that he can meet your beautiful eyes. your face has been overtaken by a subtle pout. “m’sorry, honey,” he murmurs between a deep kiss, all wet and tongue-filled. you assume that’s supposed to be his form of an apology. his toned arm re-fastens itself around your body, holding you tight, while the other bunches up your dress and pushes down his bottoms, “but i need you. so fuckin’ bad.” you could never deny him and that sweet southern drawl. he knows that his smooth mouth works magic on you— he always gets what he wants from his pretty girl. 
now freed of any confines, reiner lowers his hand to stroke at the base of his dick, tugging himself with a low hiss. involuntarily, his hips buck. “you can finish up that skirt later, hm?” he releases himself and appoints his attention to you, the pads of his fingers circling your clit in just the way you like. your head falls forward onto his broad shoulder. “hell, i’ll even buy you some o’those frilly ones at that fancy mall you like goin’ to . . .” he utters partially to you and a little to himself, still occupied with keeping pressure on your bud. by now, with your head thrown back, you’ve already forgotten what you were working on in the first place.
having done this countless times before, reiner’s quickly able to find your dripping entrance. the drag of his tip through your puffy folds causes a ‘shlck’ sound to elicit. reiner smiles to himself; you’re embarrassingly wet. your hips begin to swivel and writhe, that’s how he knows you’re getting as needy as he. choosing not to waste any more time, he pushes himself inside with one swift motion. you cry out from the stretch, already fluttering around the first few inches he gives you. so far, it's just the tip and some, but he's so wide.
“goddamnit, baby . . . i fuckin’ love this pussy,” reiner grunts through clenched teeth. he’d usually start off with a shallow thrust and ease you into it, but he isn’t feeling as patient. every thrust is fast-paced, almost rushed. the impact has you bouncing in his arms, all as he continues his unrelenting efforts.
“s’good, rei— so good,” wavering moans spill past your lips. he hisses when your manicured nails dig into the hot flesh of his firm, round biceps. you squeeze around him until his eyes go rolling back. “i know, mama. i know,” reiner whines and groans, because it’s all he can manage to do. if he was air-headed about you earlier, surely he’s braindead now. he pumps into you rapidly, restlessly, but he still finds a way to make it feel so thorough. that’s probably because he’s fucking huge; incredibly endowed, like every other big and buff part of him. with a cock this thick, how could he not strike every nerve and hit every spot? 
he rolls his hips up into you with breathtaking fervor, fucks into you until he’s balls deep within your pulsating cunt. sweat dripping down his furrowed brow, he rasps out, “can’t wait to fill you up,” sloppy kisses follow, and his tongue slides across yours as he mumbles on about cumming inside, stuffing you full, making you his. you finally know what he’s doing, you should’ve known all along— he’s going to pump his cum into you as deep as he can get it to go. thrust his seed into your pliant womb until he’s fucked a baby into you. 
the mere thought of makin’ you a mama has his head spinning. reiner’s breath catches in his throat, and your sounds heighten in pitch— the pair of you can tell that you’re bound to reach ecstasy. he squats a bit lower, goes a little faster, attempting to propel you both into your orgasms. it’s coming on like an impending wave; your belly tightens, toes curling from where your heels dig into reiner’s strong back.
he knows you’ve come undone once your smooth, ridge-like walls begin to spasm around him, to the point where he can hardly pull back or push in further. he likes to think that it’s your pretty pussy’s way of begging for his cum. still, he doesn’t let up, not until you’re thoroughly impregnated. “jus’ a lil more. hold on ‘fa me, honey, m’kay?” he pleads through throaty whimpers. weakly, you nod. the overstim makes you pant and mewl, biting onto the damp skin of his exposed jugular to try and quiet yourself.
reiner slams you down onto him, the veins in his forearms bulging as he desperately grasps onto the globes of your ass. the resounding slap of skin rings around his tingling ears, lewd sounds floating throughout the otherwise quiet farmhouse.
“g’na let papa fill you up? yeah?” you cry out a weak ‘mhm!’ along with other pleas of how much you want it; want him. his balls twitch and his abdomen goes tense. “m'close,” he gruffly whispers. you decide to spur him on: “g-gimme your babies, papa, i need it!” that’s all he needs to topple over the edge. “oh fuck, mama— m’gonnacum,” reiner’s words jumble together when he comes, coating your insides with warm globs of white. though his thighs never cease their trembling, he still maintains a steady hold on you, keeping your limp frame upright. 
reiner stays inside as a means of keeping all his seed plugged into you, just for good measure. he doubts that he’s got enough energy remaining to round up the cattle after this. his chest heaves slowly, and his hair’s a mess from all that pulling you were doing, but he’s more than satisfied. he's even got this dumb, blissed-out smile on his face to show his content. you're sure he's knocked you up thoroughly by now.
he’ll make sure to buy you a pregnancy test by next morning. 
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fuckmyskywalker · 2 months
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EEEKKKK i’m going feral bc like imagine being a virgin and taking ani for the first time and whole time he’s just like “easy girl, easy" like as if he's breaking in a horse.. STOPPPPP 🤭🤭🤭
I asked @queenie-official if I could borrow her Cowboy!Anakin AU for this ask because it fits so well... Meowing.
18+. Smut. PiV. Cowboy!Anakin.
“Y’know sugar, I’ve never been one for backing down from a challenge,” He smiles, pressing his warm lips against your neck. He can taste that expensive perfume your daddy got you, making you seem more than spoiled. You clearly had never seen a sandstorm… and that’s a compliment. His calloused hands, strong and steady, guide you slowly down his throbbing member. “I’ll teach you, don’t worry.” 
The initial stretch fills your senses like the first rays of the sun during the morning, it burns your skin but it’s a new sensation that drags a sharp breath from your throat. Anakin also groans, closing his eyes and digging his fingers on your waist. His leather glove raises tickles on your skin, but you can’t even giggle. 
“Anakin— oh my god,” You whisper, closing your eyes and sliding down another inch. He whistles, biting his chapped lips. You don’t know it but he is struggling to not lift his hips and fill you to the brim. 
“Go slow, sweetheart. Don’t want you to hurt yourself,” There’s a hint of cockiness in his words that you miss, too busy enjoying how the town’s cowboy who your father hired to take care of his cattle is now taking your virginity. It’s wrong on so many levels but you can’t bring yourself to care. He knows what he is doing… and it shows. “Almost there, calm down. You are doing great.”
You nod, dizzy with this new wave of sensations. Your pathetic fingers could never— oh no, this is something else. Once his cock is all the way in, you let go of the breath you weren’t aware was being held, exhaling both delighted and relieved. Anakin also sighs, stroking your sides and bringing his lips to your jaw. You try to move instantly but he stops you, grounding you back until your pliant cheeks rest on his thighs. 
“Easy, pretty girl,” He coos at you, running a palm over your naked breast, tweaking at your nipple softly. “Easy, okay? If it’s riding what you want…I just got the horse for your taste.”
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qbdatabase · 6 months
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are there any recs for books with queer cowboys?
YES YES YES I am SO hype about queer westerns! some of these feature soldiers, rangers, and outlaws versus strictly cowboys, and some are male x nonbinary pairings, with a few bonus lesbian recs
Classic Westerns
(M/NB) River of Teeth by Sarah Gailey (alt-history)
(M/NB) Days Without End by Sebastian Barry (former soldiers)
(M/M) Child in the Valley by Gordy Sauer (outlaws)
The Power of the Dog by Thomas Savage (closeted gay male, LOTS of period typical homophobia)
All God's Children by Aaron Gwyn
(F/F) Wildflower Words by Sam Ledel (mail order bride mix up)
(F/F) The Boss's Daughter by J. T. Marie (butch lesbian posing as a male cowboy for social acceptance)
(F/F) The Oregon Series by Jae (same as above, but the butch can be read as a transgender man)
Contemporary Romance
(F/F) Prize Money by Celeste Castro (rodeo bullfighters)
(M/M) Forget Me Not by Felice Stevens
(M/M) His Fresh Start Cowboy by A. M. Arthur
(M/M) His Reluctant Cowboy by A. D. Ellis
Fantasy/Sci-Fi/Paranormal
(M/M) Wake of Vultures by Lila Bowen (rangers)
(M/M) A Book of Tongues by Gemma Files (outlaws)
Breaker by Amy Campbell (outlaws)
(M/M) The Nightland Express by J. M. Lee (postal couriers)
full notes on representation and publishing info at qbdatabase.com
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canisalbus · 8 months
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I figured you might appreciate what my dash did
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ghouljams · 9 months
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Is it weird that I can't get enough of that king watches and has watched Bee sleep like why do I love how much I hate that you get me??? It's simultaneously giving big dog that sits at the door while you sleep to protek but also something so much eerier like horny sleep paralysis demon??????
König has these instincts that don't really go away from a few months of farm work. He doesn't mean for it to be weird or creepy, he's looking after and protecting an asset. Even when you start dating the first few nights he stays over he doesn't really sleep. His body designates this as first watch and he just... doesn't know how to turn it off.
He watches you sleep and thinks about every terrible thing that could happen between now and when your alarm goes off. Thinks about how soft and vulnerable you are, and how he's the only line of defense between you and those horrible things. And doesn't sleep. He sits in bed awake and alert to any small noise. He doesn't really know what to do besides watch you sleep, he's wide awake but he doesn't want to wake you up when you look so peaceful.
But it's absolute hell the next morning when he doesn't have a relief shift. When he's sliding out of his saddle because he's been awake for 36 hours and he's exhausted. He's not used to long hauls without sleep anymore, he can't handle them like he used to. He doesn't want you to find out about it either, but there's only so many times he can fall asleep at the dinner table before you ask what's wrong.
And when he tells you? When you immediately volunteer to take the first watch so he can sleep, absolutely serious in your offer. Oh, he knows just as sure as the sky is blue and the rooster crows in the morning that he's going to marry you. Especially when you try to joke about wearing him out before bed. He's tired but that gives him a fresh burst of energy better than any drug could.
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fredwkong · 8 months
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Hey man, I’m so tired of school and studying and classes. I keep seeing TikTok’s of these rednecks on vacation. Any way I could be like them?
Thanks for your booking with FWK Vacations. Your redneck vacation is about to begin!
You wake up as the morning sun hits your eyes. You’re in a hayloft, and your cowboy hat’s slipped off your face. You give your body a once-over as you sit up. Quality jeans, your belt with the huge buckle undone, commando underneath. There’s a sticky layer of dried cum on your belly from the load you shot going to sleep last night. The smell of your stale cum and masculine musk gets your thick cock hard as you zip your jeans and do up your belt.
You drop out of the hayloft and go to join your bros in the farmhouse. Sometimes you wonder why you have to sleep out in the barn, but you know that your bros know best. You’re the skinny one, the runt of the litter, and they’re all real men with burly pecs, thick muscle guts, and massive, leaky cocks.
You knock your way inside the farmhouse and find your bros already sitting around the table, eating their breakfast. Just like every morning, you slide under the table to get your breakfast.
Afterwards, with thick manly cum leaking from your asshole, you sit down on the porch while your bros go to do the farm chores. If they need you to milk a load out of them before lunch, they’ll give you a holler.
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Enjoy your vacation!
Want to go on vacation? Book via my ask box!
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saradika · 8 months
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hi! I love your work so so much <3 you’re amazing for letting us writers use your dividers for free, they’re so beautiful!
I was wondering if I could request a cute little cowboy divider, and if it could have a cowboy hat or something? I’d really really appreciate it if you could. if not it’s totally okay!! Tysm <3
Ahh hi - thank you so much! That is really kind of you to say, and I am happy to help and share them! 💕and omg yes I would love to make you some cowboy ones! I did a range of themes (hats and then a couple extras) - I hope these will work for you and that you like these! 🤠🌵💕
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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 8 months
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I just read all of your cowboy jason work and I'm really loving it! Could you write more in the future? I'd love to see the reader's perspective on jason but write whatever you enjoy. I love all of your work I read lol!
A hot bath.
It sounded so good your mouth was practically watering. Sinking into the hot water with some of the soap Lottie Greene traded you for some nails her husband needed to fix the roof of their outhouse.
The fancy kind. It smelled like oranges and honeysuckle.
For just a second, you wondered if Jason would like it. What he would say when he came to bring back his dinner dishes but you bat the thought away.
Not now. Jason Todd was a bad idea. Because- well because you wanted him. In ways that a lady wasn't supposed to want.
He'd been splitting logs with his shirt off and you'd almost burnt yourself- too distracted by the muscle. He looked like he could life you like nothing. In fact, you knew he could.
And you wondered-
Again, you batted the thought away and exhaled slowly. He was a bounty hunter. Bunking in your hay loft. A handful of dollars to his name and- well. Even if he wasn't. He'd have to be stupid to want you. You didn't have a ladylike instinct in your whole body. Almost on the shelf with a mouth like a sailor and- And you had three girls at home still. They had to come first.
You dragged the tub out quietly and sighed. Wiping your face on your sleeve and going to start pulling water.
"I'll do this," Jason said, taking the second bucket from your hand gently, trying to ignore the feminine sniffling.
"I'm fine I can-"
"You're sore. And tired," he said practically.
"But you-"
"I'm fine," he insisted. "I'll leave the buckets by the door."
"Todd."
"I'll leave the buckets by the door," he repeated. "You can put some extra jam on my toast in the morning if it'll make you feel better."
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sugarcoated-lame · 2 months
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you love destroying me with your tags, don’t you? 🤭😵‍💫
thinking about that deep, bitter and snarling voice in my ear, as he’s pressing on my back to keep me pinned into the mattress!
*this contains smut, 18+ minors do not interact!
hehehehe maybe i do 🤭🙈🧡🧡
but yes god, YES!! Ok you’ve got me thinking about some like nasty hatefucking with Rhett… 😵‍💫 his weight pressing down on your back, rough hands in a vice grip around your hips that you know will leave bruises in the morning. Those strong bull rider thighs pinning you down flush to the mattress as he fucks you into it hard and fast. The slamming of his hips against your backside relentless, filling you up so good and so deep that your eyes roll back into your skull, tears brimming in them from the delicious mix of pleasure and pain, Rhett’s cock hitting places inside you that have you seeing stars. That deep, angry drawl of his voice, growling straight into your ear as he pounds into you.
“Think ya can take it, bunny?”
His voice mocking as you cry out for him, walls clamping down impossibly tighter around him,
“Fuc-fuckin’ take it.”
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ummmm so anyway 😵‍💫 Rhett makes my voice kink go absolutely crazy and I need him so bad 😵‍💫🫠 !
thank you so so much for this delicious thot my love, ilysm !!!!! 🥰🧡❤️🧡❤️🧡
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hippolotamus · 3 months
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Fuck it Friday/Last Line Challenge 🌻
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Last night, there I am, lovingly thinking of having enough energy to write on my current WIPs, when @pirrusstuff and I start discussing cowboy boots. Specifically ones with sunflowers on them. And that, friends, is how we ended up here. Please accept this brain dump of words in which Buck is the local livestock vet that Eddie Diaz absolutely cannot stand, but is forced to deal with.
“Bobby.” Eddie’s tone borders on a whine. “There’s nothing else you can do?” “‘Fraid not. I’ve pulled out every trick I know. Ya gotta call him.” Bobby pauses for what Eddie’s certain is only dramatic effect. “Unless, of course, you want her to get an infection or, more realistically, die.” Eddie sighs and lets his head drop between his shoulders. He knows Bobby’s right, even had a feeling it might come to this before Bobby started throwing him nervous glances when Lola didn’t appear to be progressing. Unfortunately, now, there’s no time to waste on Eddie’s petty grudge.   Without looking up from where he’s crouched next to his very pregnant, very distressed mare, Eddie holds his hand out expectantly.   “Already dialed for you,” Bobby says, a little too smugly, handing him the phone.   “‘Lo?” The familiar voice answers, sounding like he’s chewing. Logically, Eddie knows it’s just coincidental timing, but it still feels like a purposeful slight. “Buckley, I’ve got a mare in labor, stalled. Between me and Nash we’ve tried everything we can think of, but we’re gonna need a hand here.”   There’s a long pause that would make him think they got disconnected except for the loud crunching.  “Huh,” Buck finally says. “So there is something you can’t do.” “Are you coming or not?” Eddie spits back. He can practically hear the smirk forming on Buck’s lips.  “Don't worry, sunshine. Be right there.” 
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cowboy-7000 · 4 months
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haii im wondering where you got that kink graphic in your pinned post? i would love a blank version for my pinned ^-^ also your blog is awesome i wish i could follow from a sideblog eheh
Hiii, I'm glad you enjoy my blog!
I got the blank version from @pentila a few months ago! Here you go!
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Also I don't mind people following me from their main as long as their age is mentioned! But I obviously understand when people are uncomfortable around that!
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pinkmirth · 9 months
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begging you for more cowboy reiner smut 🧎🏾‍♀️
i’m absolutely loving the way y’all adore cowboy rei-rei as much as i do! 😩 im currently working on lengthier fics/requests for him, but im gonna spew out some of the dirty lil thoughts i have in the meantime:
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this farmboy is a nasty man, i tell you! cowboy!reiner can, and will, take you at any given time of day. to him, every location on this barn is a suitable place to fuck. sometimes he’ll dick you down near the hay bales, or six-nine with you in the little cottage that he hand-built last summer; hell, he’ll even raw-dog you in the goddamn kitchen on his momma’s favorite countertop— he doesn’t care. he’s always this close to bending you over the counter, pulling down his custom denim jeans and making a complete and total mess out of you. though the rounds are satisfying, they usually go by fast ‘cause he knows he’s got chores to get back to afterwards. that’s why he fucks you like it’s the end of the world— no time to waste when you need to feed the cattle by 3pm, right? rei-rei’s a feen for quickies, okay! then later on, when the day’s work is done and he finally has time to himself, he’ll use the opportunity to handle you thoroughly, and do all the things he didn’t have the time for earlier. by the next morning, you’re still feeling the linger of him on your body. the dull ache around your hips reminds you of the countless positions he folded you into, all his dirty words . . . quite a nasty man, indeed!
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intotheelliwoods · 4 months
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if I had a nickel for each rottmnt trend I set I would have 3 damn shiny nickels
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dropitdoeeyes · 8 months
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may i request Mordred for the Mechs doodle??? he's my silly little guy who killed an entire space station and has never done anything wrong ever
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He’s never done anything wrong!!
[ID: Two drawings of Mordred from HNOC. Mordred is a fat black trans man with a long, loose afro that reaches just past his shoulders. He has a large scar on the side of his face, as well as small nicks across the rest of his body. He wears a green cloak draped around his body, a loose yellowish shirt, old jeans with many patches and a pair of fingerless leather gloves.
In the first drawing, he’s recoiled with his arms drawn close to his chest like he just saw something disgusting. He has one brow raised, looking disgruntled. Text above him reads: “EUGH!”
The second drawing is closer and more detailed. Mordred’s eyes are closed and he has a wide smile, beaming. He holds one of his arms—covered by his cloak—with his uncovered arm. End ID]
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canisalbus · 4 months
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About the Vasco streamer ask, what games do you think he would play?
The original one said Fps and I see that, but I also see him playing a lot of Stardew Valley and BG III and honestly, any games that involves exploration and ADVENTURE (Vasco lives his horse girl dreams through games 100%)
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