hiii pookie I LOVED your hybrid post like it got me foaming from the mouth ngl 🫶 you're so talented!!
If you're into it, can we get cowhybrid! reader and Farmer!Gojo specifically please and thank you? I need to see the reader all needy and desperate and Gojo being the only one who can truly give her release and and what she truly needs (feel free to remix or add anyone/anything that you please)
If you're not into it, please ignore this ask instead of refusing because I get embarrassed hihi🎀🫶 anyways mwah mwah love u take care pookie
ANOTHER TRY?
Notes: THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED MY WORK!!! and to the second ask I’m very happy you requested that bull!hybrid work lLOVEDDD WORKING ON IT!! You guys are so creative I need to eat ur brain!!! THIS IS FOR ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR A PT2 I SEE YOU GUYS!!! (IF UR READING THIS TO MY OTHER INBOX OFC YOU CAN BE 🪬 ANON!!)
Pairings: CowHybrid!Reader x Farmer!Gojo
Warnings: Lactation + big!boobedReader + implied chubby!reader + nipplesucking + grinding + mean!Satoru + pussy!slapping + teasing.
Gojo has spoiled you for far too long it makes his blood boil and temples wrinkle when you continue to go see Toji and Suguru, it becomes a habit for you to come back in the early mornings after having a night of “fun.”
Confronting said men proved to be so fucking useless, they just laughed in his face when he said he’d kick both of them to the curb should they continue to corrupt you.
“You need us Satoru, why are you allowed to have your nightly routines but she cant? It was gonna happen eventually.” Tojis face was decorated with a fat sneer, all those times he tried to make sure you stayed as far as possible were all for naught, it’s hilarious seeing him seething behind a cool facade.
“Never knew what Toji seen in the woman but now I completely understand his point.” Suguru yelled from where he was transporting some wood.
Talking to them proved to be useless, as a little payback he made them clean the shed from top to bottom.
Trudging back to the main house in his thick boots Satoru comes to face you relaxing on the couch without a damn care in the world.
Why is he trying to get them to be on his level when he should be punishing you, you’re the one who didn’t listen, you’re the one sneaking out every night. He doesn’t know why he feels this hold on you, you’re such a beautiful girl that he can’t help but keep you in this small bubble.
When your eyes land on him you don’t say any kind of greeting, simply ignoring his presence for the movie on the huge ass tv he bought for you and eating the expensive food he bought for you.
You look extremely good right now, your fat boobs not swollen, but your pretty lips are. Satoru won’t say it but his pants tighten at the thought of what they do to you.
He needs you right now, he’ll make it up to you as much as he can.
He approaches you calmly and collected, sitting down at the edge of the couch where your legs are propped up, you still don’t acknowledge him. His trained hands start circling on your soft supple skin, you surprisingly don’t push him away. You give Satoru an inch he’ll take a mile.
He starts groping your thighs, the pudgy things hold within the creases of his hand. He pushes your thighs apart and gets a good look at your panties: you always choose to walk around the house like this.
They’re extra tight the way they emphasize your fat pussy, the groan that slips from his lips aren’t-something he tries to hold back, he needs you to know how much he wants you, especially wants you all to himself.
The rise and fall of your chest makes you look so cute, why are you so shy all of a sudden? You’re averting your eyes as well.
Satoru starts teasing your clothed folds, dragging his thick finger up and down, he pushes extra hard on your clit eliciting a small moan from you. He continues this for a little, he needs you wet to take him properly.
He peels off your soddened panties and positions himself above you, finally face to face with you. Your boobs are the first thing he attacks, pulling on your shirt and letting them spill out, the little droplets of milk call to him. He’s grabbing one and putting it into his mouth: he loves your taste so sweet like honey as it cascades down his throat so smoothly.
“Nghm… Toru..” finally you’ve decided to grace him with your sultry voice.
He bites down a little on your nipple making you jump away. He reels you right back in and sucks even harsher, there’s barely any milk left but he’s going to make sure he gets his full.
“Toru.” You call his name so panicked and yet you’re grinding against his fully hard cock. He’s so desperate in the moment that he unbuckles his belt and lets his cock bob free.
His fat tip prods agaisnt your folds, messing with your sticky wetness, he smears it on his tip even grinding down on your clit, but he doesn’t put it in, you don’t deserve that.
He teases you, pretending he’s going to give you what you want just to take it all away.
“Please…” a harsh and loud smack is delivered straight to your clit, you yelp and buckle your legs closed.
“Shirt, take your shirt off.” He commands, of course you’re gonna listen, Satoru has never taken that tone with you.
Your boobs now freely spill for him to gaze at. He spreads your legs back open.
“I’m gonna give you ten slaps, close your legs for even one I’m restarting. Understood?” You nod and your ears move along with it. He likes this look on your face: confusion, arousal and a little bit of fear.
On the first slap you make the mistake of shutting your legs closed: completely an accident but he’s having none of it, he hits your little clit again and again.
“Ahn..” you’re still so fucking wet by the sixth slap, creating a nasty mess that drips to your ass. Gojo’s cock is still throbbing, he jerks himself off, smearing his pre all over.
By the tenth slap you’re gone, completely dazed and only able to whine outloud, he decides that you’ve had enough with the tears that sit on your eye line. He pushes your legs back and lines his weeping tip. The feeling of sliding into your sopping wet cunt is better than any pussy he’s ever had.
His strokes against you are fast even though he should be letting you adjust, the sounds of skin against skin meeting each other is downright lewd.
He tells you to rub your nipples, it adds so much more stimulation that you can’t find it in you to hate it.
His cock drags agaisnt your walls over and over, till you can’t feel anything but the sensitivity of your nipples and the twitching of his fat cock.
He fucks you like that all night, even when you’re meant to meet Toji and Suguru, you can’t stop creaming around farmer Gojos length and nor do you want to.
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Sereshaw prompt: A bet leads to a makeover and some unexpected feelings.
Hotter than a no AC all summer
A bet that makes Jake realize something.
Note: hehe, I love writing Jake’s thoughts. And Bradley is no different, those two fold like chairs for each other so quickly it’s embarrassing.
Warnings: foul language
Song: steal my thunder - Connor smith & Tucker Wetmore
It all began at the Hard Deck.
Jake, feeling a pang of homesickness, donned his cowboy hat, jeans, and boots, topped off with a rolled-up dark blue flannel. He looked like he’d stepped straight out of Texas, and his squad was not about to let it slide, especially Bradley.
“At least it’s better than your eye-bleeding style, Bradshaw. The '80s were a nightmare,” Jake shot back, leaning against his pool cue with a playful glare.
“Hangman, you’re the last person to talk fashion. You look like you belong in the middle of bum fuck no where with a herd of cows,” Bradley countered, smirking. Jake bristled; he was a proud Texan, and there was no shame in ranching.
Then Bob chimed in. The Weapons Systems Officer, usually sweet and timid, had a knack for instigating chaos when no one was looking.
“You two should swap styles,” he suggested with an innocent smile, and the rest of the squad nodded in agreement.
“That would be hilarious,” Fanboy chuckled, taking a shot at the pool balls.
Jake and Bradley exchanged a look, a spark of challenge igniting between them.
“First one to back down and change owes $100,” Bradley proposed. They had to keep their bets light; last time they went too far, Vice Admiral Cyclone had given them a serious tongue lashing.
“Deal,” Jake replied, and they sealed it with a handshake, both grinning.
And so the challenge began. Jake scoured the thrift store, piecing together his best attempt at Bradley’s style. To his surprise, he didn’t look half bad; the Hawaiian shirts were surprisingly comfortable.
Meanwhile, Bradley raided a shop of his own. He even picked up nice boots and a hat, though he knew Jake would probably call them inauthentic. The jeans fit fine, but the long sleeves felt strange, and the flannel was a bit constricting. Still, he found he actually liked the hat.
It didn’t take long for Jake’s mouth to go dry. This wasn’t how he expected the bet to unfold. No, not with Bradley looking so damn good in that hat and those boots. Jake felt heat flood his cheeks. He’d always found Bradley attractive, but seeing him dressed like the boys from back home he used to fawn over stirred something deeper.
Shit, save a horse. Jake thought.
“Hangman, you look…” Bradley tilted his head and shrugged, weighing his words.
“I am good, Rooster,” Jake interrupted, anticipating a joke. “I’m very good.”
Bradley rolled his eyes and adjusted his hat, an action that tightened Jake’s throat.
“Keep telling yourself that.” He stepped closer, positioning himself next to Jake by the dartboard. They were the first to arrive at their usual meet-up at the Hard Deck.
If he gets any closer, Penny’s going to throw me overboard, fuck me. Jake took a swig of his beer, trying to shake off his racing thoughts. Curse this bet. Curse Bob for suggesting it. Jake knew he was destined to lose.
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Anonymous said: How do you seduce someone properly? (For your TR muses)
ask the muses for advice
im cryING this question isn't even a matter of the muses not knowing its 100% a case of the mun not knowing different types so take this advice as my poor attempt at guessing what muses would say bc i understand nothing of that art. buries my face in my hands. this is hilariously embarrassing, i would 100% prefer writing spice like the hankisa spice than admit to how long i struggled to think.
' Hmm! ' Kazutora ponders it for a second. ' I think eye contact and physical touches are the best way. ' He settles for. ' Not a lot immediately. But lingering touches, being close. Eye contact across the room. That sort of thing, Don't be too subtle though, 'cause they might not catch onto it. "
" Depends on the environment. Banter's always a good one to get the tension rising. Both parties can have fun. Check them out while you're doing it too. How they react tends to be a pretty good indicator on receptiveness. " Hanma offers with a chuckle. " A drink or two certainly doesn't hurt either. It's received well, then start escalating in actions from there. "
" If you know them, use what knowledge you have of their likes against them. It's fun to draw it out too if its things like outfits, get their attention on you and to notice you. Feed them, but only a little taste so they want more and can't help but focus on you or can't keep you out of their min. After a little while of that, make subtle comments or invitations. " If you have the knowledge, weaponize it in your favor. " If it's a stranger, drink, and then talk. Make sure you have a presence to you and let them come to you. Then you can have your pick. If you like them, start luring them in with words and touches. People like a hand under their chin or tugging them closer a lot of the time. "
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