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princessmaybank · 4 months

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Ride The Cowboy

Pairings: JJ x BestFriend!Fem!reader

Warnings: MDNI, riding, creampie

Summary: JJ got a new cowboy hat and reader has no idea about the rule.

Authors Note: I had a smut written for a request. It was JJ and reader with the cowboy hat rule but it got deleted! It was anonymous so I hope whoever requested this sees it and enjoys!!!

JJ found this random black cowboy hat at one of our shops in town. I didn't think he was serious when he said he wanted to buy it because it's not even his style.

Anyway he's been wearing it for a fucking week, trying to act all country and it's so fucking annoying. He has started using a country accent trying to be funny, but it was just so, so lame.

We were at the boneyard having the time of our lives. JJ and I were dancing together, giggling and having some normal fun, until he started talking like he was from Texas.

I was so fed up. I reached for his hat and threw it onto my head. "Look at me, I'm JJ, all I ever do is talk with an accent and twirl around in my cowboy hat!!" I said, very annoyed with a terrible attempt at a country accent.

JJ was staring at me in awe, which got the attention of our friend Pope, whose jaw went slack as well. Pope walked over and rested his arm on JJ's shoulder. "She doesn't know does she?" Pope looked at JJ with the most dead serious look I've ever seen. What the hell was he talking about???

"I don't think she does." He grinned and started laughing. His cheeks flushed red as he looked at his feet then back to Pope. "What are you talking about?!" I asked frantically. "Have fun cowboy." Pope said patting JJ's back while walking away. I give JJ a questioning look.

He got extremely close to my body, yet he was still towering over me. Damn this boy was tall. JJ took my hands in his. "You don't know the cowboy hat rule?" He asked smirking down at me. "These things have fucking rules too???" He giggled. "Yes but this one is probably the most important." Somehow he got closer, which was surprisingly not as uncomfortable as I thought. "What is it??" I asked getting annoyed because he was playing games at this point.

"Wear the hat, ride the cowboy."

His face never changed from that smug little smirk, but my eyes got wide. I hit his chest, he was my best friend. "No way Maybank, that's probably something you made up to get you laid." He grinned. "It's not I swear, if you don't believe me look it up."

Unfortunately I did, and he was right. It was some kind of sick joke. "Well I didn't know so it doesn't count!" I crossed my arms. "Hey, rules are rules baby." He was holding my hips now. Why were butterflies filling my stomach? I've never thought of JJ this way. It would be so wrong. "So is no pogue on pogue macking!" I say trying my hardest to find a way out of this, but of course he's ready for whatever I say. "First of all, John B and Sarah are right over there, basically eating each other's faces. Second of all, it's not macking, it's riding baby." He smiled to himself because he knew he won.

JJ walked us to the Twinkie, where we wouldn't be bothered. "You just want an excuse to fuck your best friend!" I say fighting the best I could. "I could say the same about you! I didn't tell you to steal my hat! And you're still wearing it!" He laughs so hard after he gets his sentence out. I was blushing when I quickly took his hat off and threw it at him.

I was hovering over him, very anxious. He had a huge grip on my hips. "We do not have to do this if you don't want to." He says while holding me up. "JJ, I'm already naked. Plus you said it, rules are rules." Before I could change his mind or my own, I started easing myself down onto his dick. JJ let out a slight hissing sound as I went lower. Not gonna lie, I did need to get fucked. It was probably why I found him so annoying this week.

JJ helped me move at a pace that made us both feel good. "Come here." He pulled me in with a motion of his finger. "Might as well break a rule while we're at it." He smirked before attaching his lips to mine. JJ sat up and put his back against the seat, never pulling out. I pulled his hands away from my hips and to my tits, making him squeeze them as I bounced on his dick all by myself. I couldn't believe I was riding my best friend.

"Fuck Y/N/N don't stop." Woah. JJ called me by my nickname while I was bouncing on his huge cock. How fucking hot. Can't believe I'm saying this but I think I'm catching feelings in the middle of all of this. "Fuck I'm cumming!" I yell as my body starts spasming, I feel his dick shoot his hot liquid into me after I was done. JJ pushed my hips up and down, helping us ride out our orgasms.

He started spooning me after I put my clothes back on and laid down. "JJ I don't wan-" Before I could finish he interrupted me. "Y/N, I can't handle it anymore. I need to be with you, especially now. Now that I've had a little taste of you, I don't think I could let you go and just continue being just your best friend." He was hovering over me now. "I was thinking the same thing." That made us both smile.

We popped up when we heard the side door slam open. "I'm assuming she followed the rules?" Pope giggled staring at JJ, making him giggle as well. They high fived as I rolled over to hide in JJ's chest.

#help me find who asked anon #jj maybank #outer banks #obx fic #rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow x reader #jj maybank smut #obx x reader #outer banks smut #jj maybank imagine #cowboy hat rule

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the-jarvy-party · 9 months

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THE COWBOY YOU ARE | J. Escuella

javier escuella x f!reader

tags ; smut, cursing, riding a cowboy (iykwim), cowboy hat rule (look it up), afab anatomy , dry humping, p in v, switch!javier, switch!reader, teasing, cockwarming but only for a few seconds

wc ; 749

a/n ; save a horse, ride a cowboy ;) | my first smut on this app, so why not make it my boy javier

if wear the cowboy hat, you gotta ride the cowboy.

“You’re treading on thin ice, princesa” Javier sets his hat down on the table and huffs as he sits down. [ princesa - princess ]

“Is it so bad,” You sit down on his lap, “that i just wanna wear your hat?” Your hand goes to grab it and he swats it away.

“You know what happens when you wear my hat.” He warns you. Of course you knew what happened when you wore his hat, that’s why you wanted to wear it.

“Yes, Javi, I know what happens.” You grind down onto his lap and he swallows down a groan.

“Mierda, oh go-“ Javier bites down on his hand as you continue to grind down on him. The entire camp was either asleep or just in their tents doing stuff. So, you two were pretty safe out here for a bit. [ mierda - shit ]

“Shh, Javi.” You slowly reach for his hat with your right hand. Putting it on your head once you had a secure grip on his hat. “Oops…”

“You did this on pur-“ You grind down on his dick again, stopping him mid sentence. “God.” He whines and bucks his hips up against yours. That was your breaking point.

✭ ✭ ✭

“Javier-“ You manage to moan out his name as he kisses up and down the upper half of your body, leaving your jeans buttoned almost on purpose. You grip onto his hair, ruining the low ponytail he had it in.

“You don’t know what you do to me, especially when you do this.” He stands up, fixing the brim of his hat that was on your head. “I wanna see you ride me like the cowboy you are, since you’re obviously one now.”

You rubbed your thighs together for some friction, anything, to soothe the ache between your thighs.

Javier seemed so dominant until you slowly sat down on his dick, every time you’d grind down he was a whimpering, whining mess. Gripping at your hips, helping you ride him.

“Por favor, te necesito... Necesito esto.” Javiers nails dug into your hips, making you moan a little too loud. [ please i need you… i need this ]

When you both bucked your hips at the same time, it made your vision go white. It practically made you scream out in pleasure.

“Javi,” You throw your head back as you claw at his chest. “God… you’re so-“ You struggled to talk in between moans and whines that would escape every so often.

Javiers hands slowly slid up your body, cupping one of your boobs. His calloused thumb sliding over one of your nipples, making you shiver. “You don’t know how much… I- dios… worship you.” [ dios - god ]

It was true. As his hands went up to your face he flicked the brim of his hat up, exposing more of your face. It was red and had a thin layer of sweat covering it.

“I’m close-“ You struggle to moan out the words, gripping and clawing at Javier’s chest.

“So am I, hermosa. Just… mierda… a little bit longer.” He let’s out an animalistic groan as he looks down and sees where you two were connected. [ hermosa - beautiful | mierda - fuck ]

You eventually dive down and start kissing him once his moans and whines got too loud. He got more aggressive with his thrusts, though they were sloppy it still bucked your body upward.

Javier takes both of his arms and gropes your ass needily, like he was a starving man and you were his first meal.

He dips his left hand down to play with your clit, leaving you a moaning mess. Javier seeing you come undone this fast and this easily made him rut into you.

“Ple- please… I-“ Javier manages to groan out, “Inside…” He started panting, “you… p-please.”

“You can…” You grip onto his shoulder, feeling him thrust one last time into your throbbing cunt until he eventually came.

Javier puts his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his sweaty body. His face was slightly flushed, and his lips were swollen. He was trying to catch his breath but he had the most intoxicating smile on his face.

“So… how was the ride?” He looks up at you with hooded eyes, obviously trying to joke around.

You roll your eyes, kissing his forehead and pushing the stray hairs off of his forehead before getting up off of him to lay beside him.

#macs multi fandom tag #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella #javier escuella smut #cowboy hat rule #red dead fanfic #red dead smut #riding the cowboy #i am so down bad for javier escuella its not funny #javier #javier smut #red dead redemption community #red dead redemption fanfiction #red dead redemption two #rdr2

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tanked-up · 7 months

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Soap: WHAT’S THE SAYIN?

The entire 141: …??

Soap: SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY

Ghost without a saying:

#we all the know the saying #Soap without hesitating #Cowboy hat rule #ghostsoap #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #cod modern warfare #john price #gaz mw2 #alejandro mw2 #rudy parra #incorrect quotes #call of duty mwiii #kyle gaz garrick #soapxghost #simon riley

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captainamericasmotercycle · 2 years

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wear the hat

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x pilot!reader

warnings: pre-uranium mission, 18+, minors DNI, jake and reader have similar personalities, sexual themes, sexual content, p in v sex, car sex, fingering, reader is from louisiana, inaccurate military (and sex) knowledge, a virgin writing sex, doesn’t follow movie plot

description: where you pick up jake’s cowboy hat knowing very well what you’re doing

wc: 2.2k

reader’s call sign is viper

Jake “Hangman” Seresin, the Casanova of Top Gun Academy - and probably the entirety of Texas - was someone you had your eye set on since you first started as a pilot. It would be an absolute lie to say you had never thought about anything with him.

As embarrassing as it is and though you would never admit it, you thought of him quite frequently. But the most embarrassing part of it was that you hadn’t seen Jake in almost a year and a half.

The first time you saw him on base, his smile alone almost brought you to your knees, and ever since then, you had been insistent on trying to become involved with him. Much to your dismay, he seemed to be sleeping with everyone on base except for you, so you tried a different approach than just throwing yourself at him.

You had gotten to know each other well, only not in the way either of you would have liked. You learned about his family, he learned about yours, you spent your free time together, everything just felt perfect in that moment, like everything had aligned in your favor. Albeit, all good things have to come to an end.

After your time at the academy, the two of you were sent to different sides of the planet to serve the country. But after running around the globe in circles, you both ended up stationed in Jacksonville, Florida for 2 years.

During those 2 years, you felt certain that you could not be around him without breaking down into absolute mush. Every night you thought of him; his smile, his laugh, his voice, his cock…iness. And every night you found yourself shamefully reaching between your legs, wishing it was him.

It fell into your favor that you lived alone - off base - because if anyone had heard you, you would be done for. You talked every day, which only contributed to your bad habits. The short time you had together felt like unending torture, you’d spend hours every week meticulously touching yourself, dreaming that it was his hand instead of yours, just for you to overhear another girl talking about her night with him the next day.

When the two years ended, it was both relieving and disappointing. You had thought that spending time away from him would be good for you, and definitely much healthier to stop thinking about him.

But you hadn’t thought you’d see him again so soon. You were barely briefed before being called back, but you did know that only the best pilots had been asked to return. It was inevitable that you were going to see him.

The first night back in Fighter Town, you hauled yourself to the Hard Deck hoping to recollect yourself before classes started in the morning. Though many people were in uniform, you had opted for a sundress instead, walking into the bar, your senses were filled with lively music, bright lights, and the strong scent of alcohol.

"Viper!” You turn to your left and see Natasha Trace calling out to you. You had met her the first time you had come to Top Gun for the elite training to become a Naval Air Force pilot. Although the two of you weren’t too close, you kept in touch often.

“Phoenix, hey,” you smile and join her as she walks through the bar. A couple of guys follow close behind you, seeming vaguely familiar. As the four of you approach a pool table, you hear a voice call out.

“What do we have here? And here I thought we were special, Coyote,”

Natasha turns to the other men, “Fellas, this here is Bagman,” she says with a smirk.

He sends her back a hard glare, “Hangman,” he clears his throat, “Trace, a pleasure as always,” his southern drawl, prominent in his speech.

He turns to you, a coquettish expression on his face, “Viper,”

Returning a similar guise, you look him in the eyes, “Bagman,” your own southern accent becoming noticeable.

“Didn’t think I’d see you so soon, but who am I to complain,” he shot you a wink as he flirted shamelessly with you. God, if only he knew.

You moved away from him and stalked around the pool table, trying to find a seat. Choosing a seat next to another pilot, previously discovered as “Bob”, the seat you had chosen seemed to have been occupied by an upside-down cowboy hat.

You paused for a moment before picking up the hat, thinking about what you were about to do. Oh boy, you were probably going to regret this next move. Grabbing the hat, you rested it on your head and sat in the chair, crossing your legs.

Jake, who had been in the middle of aiming his shot, noticed your movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced toward you. Seeing the hat atop of your head, he quickly jerked his hand, instinctively, causing him to miss his shot.

Phoenix laughed, “Wow, Seresin! What a shot!”

Jake brushed it off and flipped her a bird, he walked to where you were and looked at you almost twitchy-like. “Now, darlin’, where did you say you were from?”

He remembers where you’re from.

You know he remembers where you’re from.

“Louisiana, born and raised, you?” You smiled at him smugly, knowing damn well he was getting agitated.

He huffed out a laugh and ran his tongue along his bottom lip, “I need a drink and I think you do too,”

You stood and left the group, Jake’s hand on the small of your back. You moved to the bar, but Jake guided you out to his car. When you stepped foot out of the bar, Jake laughed. And were as confused as ever.

“I don’t know how y’all do it down in Louisiana, Darlin’, but where I’m from, you don’t touch a cowboy’s hat unless-”

“Thank you, Lieutenant, but I’m very familiar with the rule,”

“You’re really draggin’ this out, aren’t ya?” You tipped his hat at him and smiled, walking to the passenger side of the truck and getting in, Jake followed your actions and got into his side of the car.

You sat with your arms crossed, your head turned towards him, “I knew I was going to regret this,”

Now it was Jake’s turn to play dumb, “Regret what?”

You sighed and uncrossed your arms, “Darlin’, this isn’t something to regret.” Your faces moved closer as you talked, “And why is that?”

“Because I know. About you. About your ‘escapades’, you know, the ones with me in em’. You thought I wouldn’t find out you were screamin’ my name every night back in Jax?” your face dropped, but Jake only smiled wider.

“I-”

“What? You don’t think I didn’t think about you every day either? Every time there was someone other than you in my bed?”

“Then why didn’t you-”

“I didn’t think you felt the same,”

“Well I do,” your faces were now only centimeters apart, and something miraculous in you caused you to lean forward and press your lips against his.

His hand grabbed the back of your head, pushing your lips more firmly together and making the kiss more passionate. Every movement of your lips together felt starved, as if you have never been touched in your life.

You both moved rhythmically to each other, you reached your hand down between his legs and palmed his crotch. He pulled away and threw his head back, groaning.

He reconnected your lips, wrapping his large hands around your waist, and pulled you onto his lap, sliding his hand under your dress. He tugged on the waistline of your panties as you let a soft moan into his mouth. He pulled up your dress, and moved his hands around your torso, gently cupping your breasts. He moved his hands around our back and unclasped your bra with one hand, pulling it off of you, he tossed it in the back seat.

You gasped as he tightened his grip around you and you gasped again when you felt his tongue drag across your breasts. He took your nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, making you want to scream out. A hand covered your mouth before you could make any noise, “We don’t want to pull anyone out here, now, do we?” he asked, looking up through his long, dark eyelashes.

You whimpered at his touch of your mouth and lack of touch in other places. He smiled and moved his other hand down between your legs where you were straddled on his lap. He moved your underwear over and pressed his hand against your clit.

He rubbed slowly, teasing you, “Please, please,” you begged him, he rubbed faster, “Please what? Say it for me, baby,”

God, if you were in any other situation, you’d probably punch him.

“Please, Jake, I need you,”

He moved his hand and used his middle and ring fingers to circle your entrance, tapping against it gently. At this point you were trying not to shed any tears, you needed him, now.

You took a sharp breath in as he slid his fingers into you, he moved his second hand from your mouth to hold down your waist. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them as he did so, and hitting all the right places. He leaned over and sucked on a spot on your neck.

You couldn’t hold it on any longer and let out a gargled moan from the back of your throat, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,”

You set your hands on his shoulder and nodded quickly, not being able to speak. He pumped his fingers faster and you hung your head down lower and began to breathe more heavily.

He pulled his fingers out of you and you let out a whine, he put both his hands on your bare waist, “Can I-”

“Yes, please,” you said breathlessly as you started to unbutton his shirt. He undid the zipper on his pants as you worked on his shirt, and pulled down his underwear, his hardening erection, springing up onto his stomach. You wrapped your hands around his cock and pumped, wiping the pre-cum off his tip and spreading it over him as a lubricant.

He ripped your panties right off of you and threw them in the back seat, “Jake-”

“I’ll get you new ones,”

He lifted you onto him and you both let out a groan as he penetrated you. He bucked his hips into you, thrusting quickly. You were both in such bliss with each other that you could barely kiss each other with any sort of coordination. The kisses were sloppy, but soft and warm, you could’ve died right there.

He stopped thrusting, and you hung your head close to his shoulders, your arms around his neck. He held your waist and began to move you up and down his length. He whispered harshly in your ear, “Look at you, thinking there were no consequences to your actions. You know, baby, you wear the hat-”

“Ride the cowboy,” as you said it he bucked into you and you let out another gargled moan - almost scream-like. He grabbed his hat off your head, which you somehow managed to keep on the whole time, and threw it in the backseat with the rest of your belongings.

“Fuck,” you heard a voice and realized it wasn’t yours, it was Jake’s, “Fuck,” he let out a string of vulgarities as you bounced on him. His sweat started pearling on his forehead, and boy he’s never looked so good. You connected your lips to the sensitive spot behind his ear and he moaned out in pleasure. It was the sweetest sound you had ever heard.

“Darlin’ I’m gonna...”

You hummed against his skin in agreement, you moved your head and bit down on his shoulder as you let yourself go, just moments after, you felt him shudder and let out a pornographic, obscene noise. He pulled out of you and zipped his pants back up. You stayed on his lap and the two of you sat there, breathless, you against his bare chest, your dress bunched up at your waist, sweating, on a high, and more attracted to each other than ever.

You moved off his lap and reached into the back to grab your bra, you clasped it back on and Jake watched as you flipped down the car mirror, fussed with your hair, and wiped your messed-up makeup off. Putting the mirror back up, you jumped out of the truck and shut the door, leaving him alone. He watched you walk towards the entrance of the bar, he quickly gathered himself and grabbed the hat from the back seat. He got out of the truck and called out to you.

You turned to see him walking with the hat, he caught up with you and set the hat on your head. He walked passed you, lightly smacking your ass, “This was fun, let’s do it again, Darlin’,” he shot you a wink and made his way back into the Hard Deck.

He is going to be the end of you.

i’ve never written smut before so i hope that was good idk bro but yes i hoped you liked it

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x you #jake seresin smut #hangman top gun #top gun maverick #top gun #natasha trace #robert bob floyd #phoenix #cowboy hat rule #cowboy #rooster top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader

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anothercrisis · 1 year

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Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022) where it’s exactly the same except Los Vaqueros (the cowboys) wear cowboy hats.

Soap immediately gets one of his own. One of the first things he does after showing it off to the team is plop it on Ghost’s head for him to try out.

Everyone there knows the hat rule.

Ghost doesn’t say anything—doesn’t react to Soap’s claim at all. His silence in addition to the fact he makes no move to remove the hat from his head tells everyone what they need to know.

Alejandro throws his head back laughing, which he can do because Rodolfo had taken his hat only minutes ago to put on his own head. Later, money will be swapped from Rudy’s pocket to Alejandro’s; he’d lost the bet in which he thought that, like Ale, it would take Ghost years to accept his feelings.

Gaz’s eyes about fall out of his head because he had no idea his teammates were into each other. But now that he knows, suddenly he understands all the little things he’d been misinterpreting.

Price rolls his eyes, but he’s silently relieved that one of them had finally done something about their feelings because it was getting annoying as hell to deal with.

Soap is grinning from ear to ear, incredibly pleased with himself and the reactions (and lack thereof) that he was receiving.

#cowboy hat rule #it’s the crisis talking #call of duty #modern warfare ii 2022 #cod mwii #cod headcanons #task force 141 #los vaqueros #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost x soap #soapghost #ghostsoap #alejandro x rodolfo #alerudy #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra

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thoughts-ofthe-damned · 9 months

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I'm on my bullshit again. I NEED COWBOY HAT RULE PLZ PLZ PLZ I'M GOING INSANE

"Shout out to all the southern boys. The big ones, the tall ones, the short ones, I don't care. Show me a man with a deep southern accent and I start barking like a damn dog."

#redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted sam #redacted darlin #cowboy hat rule

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ff7-has-taken-me-over · 1 year

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Ghost has a cowboy hat for whatever reason and take it off when he’s about to go do something. He sticks it on Soap’s head saying ‘look after it for me’

Soap goes bright red because he knows the hat rule but he has no idea if Ghost knows the hat rule. Alejandro also knows the hat rule apparently, patting him on the shoulder while laughing, ‘congratulations hermano. When can we expect the wedding?’

Soap shoves at his shoulder, pulling the brim of the hat over his eyes. It’s hard to deny that he absolutely adores the prospect of belonging to Ghost, and for the man to express it like that out in public makes his heart trip on itself.

But there’s also the chance that Ghost has no idea what it means and it was all just an innocent interaction. The giddiness dies down a little with that realisation, hope dwindling as he readjusts the hat so it sits out of his eyes.

‘He probably doesn’t even know about that hat thing, no point in getting the hopes up.’ Alejandro hummed, eyes flickering behind him for a moment before he was setting a hand on the sergeants thigh.

‘Well in that case. Why don’t you come home with me tonight? We can have some fun.’ Soap opened his mouth, whether to accept or deny he wasn’t too sure, a sudden hand around his waist cutting off his response.

‘Didn’t you see the claim cowboy? Surely you know the rules.’ Johnny couldn’t help the way he straightened when that familiar voice spoke so closely to his ear, shivers running down his spine at the baritone of it.

So maybe Ghost did know the hat rule and Johnny wasn’t getting his hopes up for nothing. It was enough to make his hope skyrocket again, heart skipping beats as the hand around his waist slipped under his shirt.

‘Sorry Ghost. I was making sure you actually meant it.’ Said man scoffs, other hand swatting at Alejandro’s and replacing it, squeezing Soap’s thigh before running along its length.

The sergeant had to use every fibre of his being to keep from letting out some embarrassing noises, head falling back on Ghost’s shoulder and knocking the hat back into his eyes.

The low laughs of the two in front and behind him do nothing to deter him from relishing in the touches. He’s been waiting too long to care much about anything really.

#fic prompt #call of duty #fic #ghost #soap #Alejandro Vargas #simon ‘ghost’ riley #johnny ‘soap’ mctavish #ghost x soap #Johnny ‘soap’ mctavish x Simon ‘ghost’ Riley #cowboy hat rule #ghost making claims #they’re in love your honour #wingman Alejandro #fuck off haters #i’m looking at you die hard cod players

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pixelprinxe · 1 year

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Oops- cowboy hat rule?

#mlp #mlpfim #my little pony #my little pony friendship is magic #applejack #rainbow dash #cowboy hat rule

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alphabetically-incorrect · 1 year

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HAHEJFISHEJTK guess who just learned about the cowboy hat rule :D

now I've got brain bees about Jimmy giving Tango his hat during Double Life. Tango not knowing about the rule and proudly wearing it around.

and maybe that's why there's the rule about not trying on other people's hats on Empires. except Shubble gives Tango her witch hat and Tango is nervous about breaking the rule but Jimmy is just like "no no you're fine. you're excused". can you imagine the dumb angst that could come from "he's wearing someone else's hat" I'm dying.

#double life smp #rancher duo #team rancher #trafficshipping #traffic smp #cowboy hat rule #here just put my hat on for a sec #haha gotcha you're mine now

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24hrfrog · 10 months

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COWBOY HAT RULE BUT ITS COWBOY N CATTLES AU WITH JAVY PUTTING HIS HAT ON JAKE AND COWBOY SLIDER YEEHAWING A HAT ON MAV AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#cowboy hat rule #top gun: maverick #IM LOOKING AT AO3 RN FOR ALL THE COWBOY AUS AND ITS SO BARREN WHYYYYY

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pics-and-fanfics · 1 year

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If anybody has any fics relating to the cowboy hat rule, please please please send them my way bc suddenly I want to read a fic based off this. (Especially if it’s Bucky bc 🥵)

And if there aren’t I will write some bc dammit, it’s too good of an idea!

Please and thank you!

Tagging everyone I can think of bc I need this.

@vbecker10 @michelleleewise @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky @buckyalpine @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @angrythingstarlight @sarahscribbles @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @fictive-sl0th @lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @coldnique @buckysimp101

#help #help me find something #help me find a fic #cowboy hat rule #bucky smut #cowboy buck #cowboy Bucky #cowboy #pls help #i have problems #this is not a want #this is a need #marvel #marvel fanfic #cowboy fic #cowboy Bucky fic

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smutgallore · 1 year

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I just found out about the cowboy hat rule, “you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.” Now I’m wanting to write a smut for that concept.

Suggest a cowboy/cowgirl you’d like to ride. 🤠😏

Masterlist

#masterlist #smut #stranger things masterlist #harry potter masterlist #cowboy hat #cowboy au #cowboy hat rule #smut concept #suggest characters

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ragdollmouse · 1 year

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Dramatic Lit project.

I turned this in for a grade. For my final. This is my semester final. The prompt was: Make a scene continuing the story of any of the plays we read this semester. I chose Death of a Salesman. My group was very supportive of my choice of scene. I love them <33 sm. This is the final product. We called it Birth of a Fruitcake.

There is a bar called “The Crowbar”. What it lacks in width it makes up for in length. It’s set far back into the building it shares with other establishments. The lights outside the bar are warm and soft, the glowing orange of late afternoon. There are silhouettes of the other buildings on the street, and the rest of the building where the bar is located. Inside the outline of the house, there are hanging lightbulbs covered in green glass bulb covers, creating a soft green glow. It’s furnished with a bare bar, with stools lining the right side. Behind the stools, small round tables are scattered throughout the bar. There are dirty glasses and very few chairs actually surrounding the tables. It appears as though the patrons have to steal the chairs they need from other tables. On the left side of the bar, there sits a sparse few bottles of alcohol, all cheap, and glasses for pouring. To the right we see a corner of carpet peeking out from backstage, where the bathroom is located. The forestage is bare, but with a spotlight shining on it for now. Loud incoherent voices are heard off-stage. Bernard exits his home and waits on his patio contemplating if he should go in or not. Biff opens the door to his house and slams it closed while walking to his car.

BERNARD: Hey, Biff! Didn’t know you were home, thought Willy crawled back up.

BIFF: No, just Happy and me, but with the way he's going we're going to get Willy 2.0.

BERNARD: What do you mean?

BIFF: It's. . . Too much.

BERNARD: You wanna grab a drink? It’s been a while, we should catch up.

BIFF: You know what? Yeah. I could use a drink.

The lights on the forestage fade out. BIFF and BERNARD walk to the bar (the main stage)

JASON: Welcome to The Crowbar, fellas. What can I get for ya? [Cleaning two glasses]

BIFF: What’s your poison?

JASON: We got a house special called the Lazarus if you’re interested

BIFF: What's so special ‘bout it?

JASON: It’ll get a good night started.

BIFF: Alright, then, I’ll take a shot a’ that

BERNARD: Make that two, would you?

JASON: You sure you can handle it? [Looking BERNARD up and down]

BERNARD: What? What makes you think I can’t? Why didn’t you ask Biff that?

[BIFF tries and fails to hide a laugh]

JASON: No reason in particular. Just thought there would be a designated driver [Lying through his teeth]

BERNARD: [With exaggerated annoyance] You’re both insufferable. You know what, make that two for me.

JASON: Okay, buddy. [Smiling at BIFF]

BIFF: [He smirks at Jason and nudges BERNARD] Careful, there. Don’t wanna ruin that big brain of yours.

BERNARD: [Pointedly ignoring JASON] A few drinks won’t hurt me. I just won a big case, anyway, the firm won’t care what I do for a day or two.

JASON: [Pouring two shots] here’s one for the big guy and yourself, and I’ll get the next shot in a second. [Cleaning another glass]

BERNARD: So now you know what I’ve been up to, what’s going on with you? What’s with the hat, I thought you were a New Yorker?

BIFF: I was, I was very much a city boy for a while but over the years I came to find out I much prefer the outdoors and more handy work than desks and phone calls.

BERNARD: [He chokes on his drink] You’re a- a cowboy?

BIFF: [Chortling] Something of the sort.

BERNARD: You seem… much more sure of yourself now than you did last time I saw you. At least, before, y’know… [He fidgets nervously]

[JASON raises an eyebrow in curiosity]

BIFF: My dad’s funeral? Yeah… after he died, I realized that he had been controlling how I lived my life- directly, indirectly, what-have-you. But then I realized I had to do something with myself, and I wasn’t about to let him continue to do that from beyond the grave, so… [He trails off, leaving the bar to awkward silence]

BERNARD: Does that connect to what happened at the house? Thought it might have been Happy and Linda but seeing as you are here is there something going on? [He starts to reach for Biff’s hand but stops himself]

BIFF: I came home to see mom. To help her around the house and just to catch up, but when I walked through the door Happy had a briefcase in hand saying he is going to Boston to make some sales, and for a minute there all I see is Willy. I couldn’t handle it. I can’t watch my own brother go down the same path we watched our father go down, so I just started yelling. I knew I should have stopped but it was just too much seeing him like that.

BERNARD: Happy's been pretty serious about succeeding for Willy. He even went to my father to get a job. Even when Charley offered him a high starting position he refused insisting that he be a traveling salesman like his father.

BIFF: And that's what kills me. I should have taken him more seriously at the funeral when he said he was going to follow pop’s dreams. I should have listened more in general. I knew he was unhappy with where his life was going. It's just [He stops talking and lets out a sigh] I’m sorry I just can’t keep talking about this. Let's talk about something more lighthearted. We are two buds reunited after all.

BERNARD: [Clearing his throat after a moment of heavy silence] Right, uh, well… I remember you mentioning there wasn’t anyone… special, in your life at the moment, when we talked. Is that still true?

BIFF: Yeah, I mean, no girl I’ve been with has ever… I haven’t really felt anything “special” with any of them, to use your words, and I really don’t know if that’s ever going to happen. I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Why do you ask?

BERNARD: Yeah, uh, no reason… [Very noticeably blushing] Hey, I’ve gotta use the bathroom real quick… watch my drinks, would you? [He exits to stage right and is no longer seen] Why is the bathroom carpeted?!??!?!?!?!?!

JASON: Mind ya damn business! [sliding in] And the plot thickens, tell me how long have you two been doing this dance?

BIFF: [Visibly confused] What dance?

JASON: Oh, come on, you know what I’m talking about. I’ve been around the block with love a couple times before, so I know it when I see it.

BIFF: Love? Me? US? [Now getting upset and panicking] Where did you get that big idea? What’s going on in that head of yours?

JASON: Oh trust me, friend, you don’t want to know. But what you do want to know is that if no girl has given you a special feeling, then maybe it’s not a girl your heart desires.

BIFF: [Defensively] Like Hell it isn’t! Look, I just haven’t… met the right girl, that’s it. [Sounding unsure of himself, as though he doesn’t quite believe it, but is trying to convince himself]

JASON: Like hell it is, my good sir. I see the way you two act with each other, and I see the way ol’ toothpick looks at you, the connection is there. Now are you gonna do something about it or not?

BIFF: The way he… But Bernard’s not… there’s no way!

JASON: Look, pal, I got a queer family member, I’m practically an ace at recognizing a friend of Dorothy when I see one, I must admit. [Now pouring himself a drink]

BIFF: But that’s not… I’m not, I swear…

JASON: Oh, drop the act, will ya?... Hey, you alright there, bud?

BIFF: [drifting away from the bar towards the forestage, not appearing to hear JASON] I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t!

JASON: Oh, man… I didn’t realize this was a sore spot for you. Look, I’ll just get you another drink, how about that? [He moves farther down the bar, getting another glass for BIFF ready, glancing at him every so often]

[BIFF has crossed into the forestage fully now. BIFF’s theme plays as HAPPY exits stage right. BIFF joins HAPPY, now appearing much more happy, but still tense, as if he knows what’s about to happen. HAPPY and BIFF begin chatting. They’ve just gotten back from school. WILLY appears from stage left, and bends to pick up a discarded football. He notices the boys making their way to him, and he waves]

BIFF: Pop! Didn’t know you’d be back so soon

WILLY: Got done with business in Brooklyn, so thought I’d have some time with my boys. How ‘bout a game of catch to get you ready for the game on Friday?

BIFF: Sounds good, pop.

[BIFF, HAPPY, and WILLY start to throw a ball around]

HAPPY: Did ya hear about the boy at school?

BIFF: Which boy at school?

HAPPY: David W. and Joseph M.

BIFF: Nah, didn’t hear anything about them. What did they get up to?

HAPPY: Well, apparently, they were caught in the bathroom together doing more than washing hands.

BIFF: That's not that crazy. Linda and Peter were caught doin’ the same just last week.

[At this WILLY stumbles with the ball caught off guard by BIFF’s response. He continues to throw the ball but is noticeably less concentrated on the game]

HAPPY: Yeah, but they have been hands all over each other since spring break. David and Joseph together is just weird.

BIFF: There not harmin’ anyone and in the end-

[BIFF gets cut off by WILLY who now seems to be forcing himself to stay calm]

WILLY: Happy, go inside.

HAPPY: But-

WILLY: [cutting off HAPPY and yelling] I said get in!

[HAPPY looks at him then runs off stage. Everyone has stopped throwing the ball around leaving it on the yard. WILLY walks to BIFF]

BIFF: What was that about, pops?

WILLY: You can't just go about spewing that nonsense.

BIIF: What nonsense? We’re just talking about the guys at school.

WILLY: Do you talk to those fruitcakes?

BIFF: Only a bit. We're all in the same geometry class. And don’t call em’ fruitcakes, they’re my friends. We play ball sometimes.

WILLY: I'll get you switched out of that class, and stop talkin’ to them. They are not your friends, they're just trying to infect you.

BIFF: Infect me with what! They are good people and I won't let ya-

[Cutting of BIFF, WILLY gets closer to BIFF and grabs him by his shoulders]

WILLY: You have to listen to me! I'm just trying to protect you from their illness. You have a good future ahead of you and they are trying to ruin it for you.

BIFF: They’re not ruining anything, you're just being cra-

[WILLY slaps BIFF and as the sound rings out the sound of a glass being set down on the bar can also be heard]

WILLY: I'm doing this for you. Remember that.

[WILLY walks off stage. BIFF walks back to his seat at the bar holding the cheek that WILLY slapped. In front of him is now a drink]

JASON: Here's some water. You looked a bit out of it, so I thought you should refresh yourself.

[BERNARD exits the bathroom and crosses back to the bar. He does a double-take when he sees the state BIFF is in. He takes a seat cautiously]

BERNARD: What happened? Did Jason give you another Lazarus?

BIFF: Is it true?

BERNARD: What are you talking about? Did something happen while I was gone?

BIFF: I was jus’ thinkin’ about what our friend Jason said, and was just wondering are ya a homosexual?

[JASON pauses behind the bar, where he was previously nervously cleaning glasses. He slowly sets the glass down, placing the cloth back down on the counter. He’s clearly listening, but BIFF and BERNARD don’t seem to notice]

BENARD: I don’t know what you’re saying. I have a wife.

BIFF: We both know what you were like when you were younger. Why do ya think that Willy didn’t want you around all that much? He knew and he was just tryin’ to protect me.

BERNARD: Willy was never trying to protect you. He was just trying to control you. I thought you’d realized that by now.

BIFF: Maybe he wasn’t right about being a football player, but in the end he just wanted what was best for me.

[BERNARD moves towards BIFF, starting to put his hand on his shoulder when BIFF smacks his hand away]

BIFF: Keep your hands away from me! [He swings and punches BERNARD in the face. BERNARD stumbles back, holding his face. BIFF brings his arm back to strike BERNARD again while he’s still shocked]

JASON: Hey! Hey! Break it up, the both of you [Grabbing the back of their shirts] Now I have a strict no fighting rule in my bar, so if you keep this up I’ll have Bruce handle this. Now he won’t kill ya, but he’s completely fine with traumatic brain injuries.

BIFF: Stay outta this, scarface!

JASON: Alright, get the hell out of my bar!

[BIFF and BERNARD are tossed out of the bar. They move to the alley way that is located in the forestage]

BERNARD: What the hell was that for?

BIFF: First time getting kicked out of a bar?

BERNARD: It isn’t funny, I liked that bar, and we fought! [He gently pokes his cheek to assess the damage, and winces]

BIFF: Sorry ‘bout that. Life’s just been so messy recently.

BERNARD: Seriously, what’s going on with you? You looked like you'd seen a ghost when I got back. And don’t give me some half-assed excuse– you can’t just punch people out of nowhere!

BIFF: I kinda have seen a ghost. Ya know how Willy had those outbursts talking to people who are not there and all, well I kinda had one for myself.

BERNARD: What did the old man say?

BIFF: Happy and me came back from school and were just playin’ a game of catch with Willy when Happy started talking about the incident in 10th grade.

BERNARD: You are gonna have to be a bit more descriptive. I wasn’t very social in high school.

BIFF: Just two guys were caught in the bathroom and Willy just went crazy at the thought of me bein’ around them. Even slapped me. I got the message from him and started avoiding anyone who Willy wouldn't like. Even you.

BERNARD: That's why you stopped talking to me?

BIFF: Yeah, sorry about that. Even after he died I wanted to reach out. I wanted to start talkin’ to you again, but I thought that you hated me, that you stopped liking me.

BERNARD: Look, I loved you, and I don’t think I ever stopped.

BIFF: But… you have a wife?

BERNARD: Appearances. We both… swing a different way.

BIFF: Oh.

BERNARD: Yeah. Oh.

BIFF: And the kid? Your son?

BERNARD: We’d both wanted a kid for awhile, and we’re real good friends, even if we’re not… in love. It’s not like we’d be able to raise one with people we loved, so why not?

BIFF: I see.

[They stand in awkward silence for a moment, before BIFF speaks up]

BIFF: Why don’t I take you back to where I’m staying? Uh, patch you up, and maybe… talk?

BERNARD: Talk? [He gives him a small smile]

BIFF: I’ve spent my whole life hiding an important part of myself. Maybe it’s time I gave someone a look into the real me.

BERNARD: I’d be honored.

BIFF: Oh, don’t get a big head about it.

BERNARD: I don’t know, Biff. [He steals the hat from off BIFF’s head, putting it on his own] Seems about the same size as your’s.

BIFF: [He smirks] You know what the rule is, right?

Fin.

@sir-gwaine-my-man as promised

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