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Happy birthday to the love of my life.
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I NEED THIS.
Bakugo seems like the kinda boyfriend that would be extremely comfortable with you as long as you donât point it out.
For example, if you asked him heâd help you wax or trim your pussy.
âDonât move.â His voices under his breath, he had his thumb on the side of your labia, pushing it gently to the side as he places the mildly hot wax on the hairy patch, spreading it on the small area, âexhale for me.â
ânow inhaleââ
RRRRIIIPP
Before you let out a shriek he warms up his hand and presses it firmly on the now bald area, subconsciously he does a delicate back and fourth motion, very little pressure, but just enough to relief the sting.
He keeps his hand on you to look back and grab another stick and place it in the wax again, he had a very relaxed and focused look on his face. It was almost unnatural how he kept his reactions so calmâŠ.you almost questioned if he has done this before with other womenâŠ
In reality he actually prepared himself to do this by watching videos and getting some very embarrassing advice from Mina he swore her to secrecy with.
But youâll wait until after at least so he doesnât walk out and leave you as Miss Patchy for the evening.
Regardless, he finally finished the final area, not saying anything but placing the mirror between your legs as you instructed him to so you can see it and, he did an amazing job, almost better than your regular waxer, right when you were about to make a joke about doing a butt strip wax, you noticed him spreading your legs further apart.
You wanted to question him, but instead you just watched him, having a thought in the back of your head of what heâll do would beâŠless than wholesome. Unfortunately you did get extremely turned on.
You literally could not help it, this was probably more intimate than actually having sex, he took his time to WAX YOU BALD. Bakugo didnât understand why you liked being bald down there but it was never something that bothered him. Your body your rules he always says.
Bakugo on the other hand really loved you trusted him to do this. You and him have had extremely transparent conversations for years and even before dating had a very unspoken closeness. When you asked he did spit a few jokes about you just staying hairy, but of course obliged.
He just was hoping he wouldnât screw up and maybe you can always come to him for these things.
âYou okay?â His rasped voice breaks the silence in the room, it was genuine curiosity he had in his voice . His warmed hand rubbing your inner thigh trying to find your eyes. You couldâve sworn he was doing this on purpose, but you were too busy trying not to literally beg him to do exactly what you want him to. Unfortunately your eyes spoke for you, practically begging. And your boyfriend can read them like a book.
âIâm okayâŠ.you did really good.â
âI can tell.â Bakugoâs eyes look towards your lower body, the corner of his lip curling when he sees your labia glistening a little from wetness, âYou get wet for your waxer?â
Before you could get up and hide in the bathroom from embarrassment he guides you back on your back, ââm just playing. You couldâve just asked after, pervert.â
âShut up !ââ
You were like candle to a flame when he kissed you, melting right into his touch, pathetic little whimpers in between lip smacking distracted you momentarily from the way his fingers played with your wet clit. Under the noises you made with your mouth.
âWhat else do you need.â
His breath fanned your lips, the tension was heavy and somehow the room got sticky and hot. He asks you, knowing the answer already but he repeats again holding your chin up with one hand and stopping the tight circles below with the other , âWhat do you want me to do to you.â
âI wantâŠâ You felt your chest get tight, it was hard to admit what you wanted when his eyes didnât leave yours. You were naked from the waist down and he was fully clothed. Feeling so vulnerable, all you could do was touch his lips with your fingers. He understood.
Bakugo kisses the tips of your fingers before guiding you on your back, small wet pecks littered your inner thigh, you were so hot to the touch he couldnât help living two long stripes up each thigh before kissing your slippery clit.
âFuck.â He barked against your wet skin, words mumbled and mouth full, ââtaste so good.â
Your pussy was still a bit sensitive from the wax, but it was a painful pleasure that only spiked the ecstasy your boyfriend was giving you with his mouth.
He knew he had to be gentle, so he didnât penetrate you with his fingers but instead his tongue , you look down and see his head bobbing up and down your hips follow his strokes.
ââSukiâ-!â Your jaw was slacked his slithering mouth lapped you up and down before focusing back on your clit to suck on. His hand gripped under your knee now to place on his broad shoulder.
It was either your sensitivity, own neediness, or lack of stimulation for about 2 weeks, but the familiar knot in your tummy came rushing back to you so harsh to the point you were practically humping his face to ride out your orgasm.
Bakugo managed to look up at you gripping your breast from under your shirt, it was so hot to him he pulled the shirt him himself to watch your other breast fall out so he can grip it as well, ââSukiâŠâ You giggled weakly at him popping off your clit to clean you up and put you on some new panties.
âCome here.â He mostly just spoke out loud instead of commanding to wrap his arms around you while you laid on his chest,
âSoâŠ.can I wax you next?â
âI thought you liked my dick hair?â
âOh ew donât call it that?!â
Bakugo is so comfortable with you and itâs always just so rewarding.
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â DONâT BE SHY, HIT IT RAW ! â
starring ê± gojo, sukuna, toji, choso, nanami !?
@ WARNINGS : fem! reader, unprotected, brÄeding kink, size kink, praise, manhandling, mating press, dĆggystyle, prone bone, hair pulling, degradation, spit, biting, pĂșssy drunk men, 18+
CHOSO â° KAMO.
ârâŠraw?â he inhales, staring at you with a cute quivering lip. you looked so pretty underneath him, sprawled all out and gazing right back into his eyes. youâd just got done playing with yourself in front of him, showing him just how easy it was to make you wet.
truthfully, chosoâs had little to no experienceâ he gulps, wrapping a broad hand around his length before moving it towards your slick entrance. âlike without the little rubber thing?â
you giggle, watching as his sculpted abs tense all up. he feels so hot, burning up. the entirety of his body shudders with a scorching breeze that runs against his skin.
âyes, baby. âs okay. i want you to,â and oh your voice, he could have came from just the sound of your sweet voice alone. doughy soft tips of his fingers brush against the skin that sticks against his dick like glue, a few simple strokes and he whines. âget a little closer, you remember missionary, right?â
âyeah,â he intakes a hollowing breath. by now, heâs hovering on top of you with his leaky tip fluttering against your sloppy slit. you merely slip off a moan yourself, syrupy liquid coating against his cockhead with such ease. âthe position where i hold your hand ân stare into your eyes?â as you nod, he moans once he feels the way your dripping cunt starts to gradually devour the head of his dick in such a indecent way. âo-ohhh, okay.â
biting his lip, he starts to slowly sink his way in.
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EASY TO LOVE.
All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI.
"I am not as affectionate as the others."
It was something Bakugou confessed on your third date, both of you nudged in corner booth of a quite cafe, grabbing quick brunch before you had to part ways for the day.
"It'll be difficult for me to express or even initiate affection."
He fiddled with the tissue paper on the table, fingers twisting the soft material, keeping his eyes on yours, despite the overwhelming urge to look away.
"I am not easy to love."
You don't really remember what you said after, probably few words of comfort, fingers squeezing his palm, a soft kiss pressing against his temple.
He was easy to love, when he made space in his appartment for you, from the empty drawer under the bathroom sink, the space in lower cabinets of the kitchen to the extra bedside table, slowly pulled you into his house, his space, nudging your essence into every nook and corner.
He was easy to love, when he altered all his recipes to have lower spice, your favourite condiments taking up space in the fridge, anything and everything to make sure you enjoyed his cooking, new notebook he purchased to write recipes you enjoyed.
He was easy to love, when his fingers reached out for you, hands mindlessly chasing after your touch, from the light graze against your shoulders during movie night to the warmth seeping into your skin as he guided you through the crowd and best when the heat burned against your skin during cold nights, palms sweaty as he held you close.
He was easy to love, when he seeked you out not for necessity but for need, his palm restless as he reached for yours, fingers entwined, held together as you navigated through crowds, or empty streets, through life.
He was easy to love, when he remembered the things that mattered to you, whether it was the names of your childhood stuff toys or the directions to your family cottage, every date marked on a calender, serving a reminder he didn't necessarily need.
You are bare underneath the sheets, eyes following around Bakugou's frame, watching him grab a bottle of water and snacks for the both of you.
Uncapping the bottle, he pressed it against your lips, "Here." It's barely a whisper, hands steady as you took long sips.
He pulls it away, bringing the bottle to his own lips, adam's apple bobbing as he drank, before capping it and sliding in beside you, hand instantly patting the bedsheet, gesturing for you to come closer.
You shuffled closer, resting your head against his shoulders as he flipped through the list of movies on the screen.
"You know, I feel like you lied all those years ago." You mumbled, voice laced with sleep, yawning against him.
He hummed in question, brows furrowed as he tilted his head to look at you, "What are you talking about, sweetness?"
"You seem pretty easy to love to me."
You watch as the crease between his brow smoothen, eyes widening as realisation dawned upon him, years old conversation suddenly fresh in his mind.
He smiled wide and certain, eyes crinkling as he pressed his lips against your forehead, love you's mumbled against your skin.
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I will (quite literally) NEVER get over this đ„č
academic dishonesty is not something you can spin as moral lol i do not want to share a career field let alone a social sphere with a bunch of chatgpt using ass bitches
"you're just scared your diploma is going to devalue" i'm afraid you dumb bitches are going to become my colleagues and drag social services to hell
I'm afraid they'll become scientists and data that lives depend on will turn out to be wrong - and people will die.
I'm afraid they'll become engineers and sign off on bridge designs that collapse - and people will die.
I'm afraid they'll become medical professionals who don't know what they're doing - and people will die.
The assumption that academic dishonesty is okay is rooted in the idea that what you're learning to do doesn't matter.
i hate that every time i look for color studies and tips to improve my art and make it more dynamic and interesting all that comes up are rudimentary explanations of the color wheel that explain it to me like im in 1st grade and just now discovering my primary colors
âred and green are opposites đ„°â cool now how do i paint a tree with pinks and blues without it looking like a childâs finger painting or incongruous blobs of rainbow vomit
ok i canât explain it very well but im looking for tips and techniques for rendering art like
with specifically the highlights and colors being hues that compliment each other, donât distract from the scene, and make it more interesting/visually appealing
is it too much to ask
gonna drop some sources I have saved on Pinterest! I don't know if these all link back to the original sources so apologies for that
cohesive but still contrasting
This kind of talks about color and composition
This is a bit about landscape specifically
Values & composition
Contrast in composition
Balance in colors & values
This one's more for palette building but I think it's useful and can be applied to the other ones
Cohesion within compositions/lighting
"Chromatic fringe" - I also see people using this with shading, they bring in a transition color that is a different hue than the base color or shadow, it makes it so that less vibrancy is lost and it doesn't get muddy!
This one specifically has a lot of process behind the style of painting you're looking for!
Also one of my favorite artists who makes bright and colorful art like this is Not Sorry Art on TikTok & YouTube, her website is here and it's<3 my fav. She has some videos where you can see her process
With the oranges painting you put as an example, I noticed they painted the lighter values more toward yellow - they also exaggerated the hues of the undertones of the photo, so I'm guessing they either did it in their head or bumped the saturation up to get a closer look! I really love these paintings you shared and I definitely share your desire to paint/draw like that :)
thanks this is super helpful! /gen
If you'd like 2 Print books that I absolutely reccomend to every visual artist regardless of Media, Color and Light and Imaginative Realism by James Gurney are basically religious texts for artists, even the 3-D people because his understanding and explanation of how light and form work is that damn good.
If you're wondering about Mr. Gurney's chops:
James Gurney is the Dinotopia Guy (that link includes his Dinotopia books, prints and online classes too)
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18+ dacryphillia w your boyfriend
you donât mean to cry.
itâs not even from painâheâs not being cruel, not really. just slow. thorough. relentless. his thrusts are deep, steady, like he knows exactly what you can handle and how far past it he can push you. every time he sinks into you, you swear he hits something new, something raw, and it steals your breath more than the last.
you try to blink it away, the way your lashes feel wet, your throat too tight to moan properly. but he sees it. of course he sees it.
his pace doesnât stop.
your back is arched, your body stretched open under him, trembling with effort. your fingers curl uselessly in the sheets, knees drawn up high around his waist, and heâs deepâdeep like he belongs there, like he doesnât care how much you squirm, because your body keeps pulling him in anyway. slick and tight and fluttering. he can feel every part of you breaking down around him.
you sniffle once and thatâs when he finally speaks.
âcrying?â
not mocking. not gentle either. it's like heâs watching it happen and letting it.
his hand slips behind your thigh and hikes your leg higher, opening you more, angling his hips down until your breath stutters and your mouth drops open in a silent gasp. the tears come faster nowâreal ones, full and hot, slipping down your temple onto the pillow. he fucks through them like heâs chasing the next one.
âkeep going,â he murmursânot to himself. to you.
your body reacts before your voice can. you tighten around him, a spasm that makes him grunt. your thighs shake. your chest rises fast, like youâre trying not to sob, but it doesnât matter because heâs there, eyes on your face, hips pressing into you again and again like itâs his only job. like dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you is something he needs to do.
youâre crying harder by the time he cums. not from pain. not from fear. just the overwhelming heat of being seen like thisâfucked open, teary, shaking, bare.
he groans into your neck as he finishes, still grinding slow to prolong it, to keep you full. and even then, even after, he doesnât wipe your tears. he just kisses your jaw and whispers, rough and breathless, âlook so pretty like this.â
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genuinely i think what makes bakugou so attractive to me is the fact that he's always trying to be and do better. we see itâat first glanceâas something superficial, his desire to be number #1 and always be the best. but that desire isn't just limited to heroics. it shows in every little aspect of his life, from his sleep hygiene, his musicianship, to something as trivial as how he slices his green onions. he's always trying to do goodânot for the accolades or the recognitionâbut for the fucking sake of it. it's just rooted in who he is as a person, and as a consequence, everyone who has the honor of being in his immediate enviroment become transformed for good and for the better.
and this is when i realized that this is my type of man i like my men who strive to do better and better for the sake of their future LIKE OMG THATS SO ATTRACTIVE
â day 13
power bottom | Katsuki Bakugo
°ââ.àłàż*:
Itâs not that Katsuki is inherently mean, itâs just that he likes to be in control, to win- whatever his perception of winning may be- itâs a trait he knows is undesirable in certain circumstances, like at work, but currently you donât seem to have an issue with it as he bounces you up and down on his thick cock like heâll get a prize for making you pass out in orgasmic bliss.
Youâre riding him, hips squeezed under grabby hands and thighs planted either side of him while his cock spears you open, pussy dribbling down and puddling at his base. Itâs a position where you should be in charge, and yet you arenât- heâs in complete control, moving you at his pace; heâs unrelenting, stubbornly hard tip prodding at your sensitive insides.
âSâtoo much, Kats, canât do it-â you cry, burying your sweaty face in his bulky chest. His arm wraps around you, bicep flexing against your bare skin as he only uses one hand to jostle you onto his cock.
âYeah? Too bad, âcause youâre gonna do what Iâm telling you. Got it?â
You wail, and canât do anything but take it as your thighs burn and cramp, cunt clenching tightly around his girth- you feel fragile, cracked, like a teacup about to shatter; in contrast, Bakugo sits below you like some kind of god- heâs solid, all muscle and sweat, totally in control just how he likes it to be.
You truly donât think you can take anymore, but whatever Katsuki wants is usually what Katsuki gets, and so you have to resign yourself to ignoring the nagging voice at the back of your head, one that floats through the layers of mushy lust induced matter, that whines about cleanup and thigh cramps. You know heâll clean it anyway- he says he feels bad, but you know itâs just an excuse to put his mouth on your pussy while he eats his cum out of you, tongue fucking into you- and are you drooling?
âHey, no passing out on me. Youâve gotta take it, baby, like I know you can.â
And then, like the occasionally inconsiderate asshole he is, he gently smacks at your cheek to pull you out of your stupor. And then, if that wasnât mean enough, he takes one look at your blinking face and spits; a large glob of spit drips from his bitten lips and lands onto your clit. It dribbles and joins the increasingly large ring of cream at the base of his cock.
He grins toothily, and if you werenât so dazed youâd smack him- unfortunately, your arms are so worn out you donât think you could move them to fend off an intruder, let alone grip at Katsukiâs shoulders. Which is a shame, because he does so adore- secretly, of course- the lines of crimson you rake down his back.
He loves being in charge. Who can blame him, really, when he has such a perfect view of you? Your tits are perfectly bouncing, pussy ready and spread open for him, cum leaking out, hips squashed under his grip. He knows what those glossy magazines say about him- heâs careless, flashy, arrogant, a control freak (a lie by the way, heâs still indignantly convinced Izuku is the controlling one) and maybe he is sometimes, but oh if those tacky tabloids could see him now.
Theyâd have a field day, he thinks, as he watches you arch and clench around him.
°ââ.àłàż*:
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Slutshaming women is not ok Slutshaming Alexander Hamilton is totally ok Tumblr logic
he cheated. on his wife.
heâs also been dead for several hundred years this is the funniest post ive ever read in my life
fave things about this post:
the idea that thousands of people are calling alexander hamilton a slut
calling any founding father a slut
the idea that people are SHAMING Alexander Hamilton for being Such A Slut he is being SHAMED for being such a naughty little tart, SPREADING HIS LEGS FOR EVERYONE IN CONGRESS
that this was probably prompted by people expression dissaproval for Alexander Hamilton cheating on his wife - that the OP thinks âslut shamingâ and âIsnt it gross that he cheated on his wifeâ are the same thing
Alexander Hamilton has been dead for 210
210 slutty, slutty years
the way that this is presented in such a CHECKMATE SJWS way when theyâre talking about a founding father who cheated on his wife and has been DEAD FOR 210 YEARS
the fact that the words âSlutshamingâ and âAlexander Hamiltonâ have been used in the same sentence
i mean just apply what weâd traditionally think of as âslut shamingâ to Alexander Hamilton.
His frock coat is too tight, his breaches are so short, have you SEEN how often he powders his wig??? I heard he gave Thomas Jefferson a handy behind the stables AND that he got fingered by John Hancock
i barely know who alexander hamilton is
date of origin: 2014
The Hamilton discourse extends beyond time.
The bullet points are sending me đ€Ł
Hate my dad. lol.
Prized Stud: Bull!Toji x Cow!Reader
Synopsis: The prized Bull at Kong Farm gets a pretty little cow for his Rut. Being the mate of Toji Fushiguro comes with perks and pains.
Warnings: Smut, Plus-size Reader described, Age difference, Hybrid AU, Breeding, breeding rack, dub-con, size difference, tummy bulge, urine, pregnancy.
A/n: I saw someone on TikTok request a story like this, and it inspired me LOL. Vampire Bat!Hybrid Choso story here!
Shiu Kongâs farm was a quiet place. Until Bull Toji arrived.
The bull hybrid was massive, built like a warhorse with thick, corded muscle beneath dark hide and scars earned in too many fights. The gleaming silver septum ring in his nose had been ripped out more than once. He was a fuckinâ beast. He had no patience for fences, no respect for gates. Only Shiuâs firm voice kept him from tearing the whole damn barn down when his rut hit hard each season.
âGot ya somethinâ," Shiu had told him last week while Toji chewed lazily on an apple between blunt teeth. âPretty little cow hybrid." A smirk twisted Shiu's mouth as he leaned against the stall. âThought ya might wanna break her in before spring."
Toji hadn't answered. Just watched with half-lidded eyes as you were led into the barn, small and trembling under your new ownerâs grip. You smelled like fresh hay and fear, horns still stubby from youth but already curving sweetly beneath your tousled hair.
Now you stood frozen in the middle of his pen as Toji circled you slow, hot breath fogging against your nape while calloused fingers traced the dip of your waist.
âCute,â he rumbled at last, ââŠbut yer shakinâ. Ain't gotta be scared.â
Toji was used to the hard life, used to a world made hard and brutal by endless violence.
You were different. You were made soft, pliable by life in a cage. You still smelled like milk for godsake.
Your tail flickers when youâre anxious, swishing slow and uncertain behind you like a nervous afterthought.
He sees the way your thighs press together when you walk, plush and soft from easy living before Shiu bought you. Sees how your waist nips in just enough for his hands to span it completely before flaring out into hips meant for breeding.
A cow hybridâs body is made for this. Made to be mounted. Made to take whatever he gives.
And oh, does he love the little details of your appearance. The smudge of pink at your nose that darkens when you blush
The way milk still lingers sweet in the air. Even though no calf has ever suckled from those heavy tits yet.
âThat part,â he thinks with a smirk, â-heâll fix soon enough.â
Toji's eyes never leave you as he leans against the hay bales, broad shoulders dwarfing the stall. Shiu stands beside him on the outside of the fence, cigar dangling from his lips.
âWho sold her to ya," Toji mutters. âAnd how much did she cost?â
Shiu just shrugs, looking unbothered as ever. âThe breeder went broke. Needed cash."
Shiu steps into the pen, the gate creaking behind him. His fingers curl around your wrist first, yanking you forward without ceremony before turning you toward Toji like a prized heifer on auction day.
âGood hips," Shiu notes casually, his free hand palming the curve of your ass with a rough squeeze. âWide enough for easy birthinâ. Ainât had no calves yet, but that just means she's fresh."
He spins you around by your shoulders next, fingers tugging at one of your small horns to tilt your face up toward Toji. âTeeth are strong," he continues, thumb pressing against your bottom lip until you part them obediently. âNo issues chewinâ cud or takin' feed. Healthy."
He hooks two fingers into the neckline of your dress and yanks it down just enough to expose the heavy swell of your tits beneath. âSee?" Shiu grins at Toji over your shoulder. âAlready fillinâ out nice. Give âer a season or two under ya? She'll be leakin' milk on command."
Shiu exhales through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck as he eyes Toji with rare caution. âLook, I know ya like takinâ âem rough," he starts slowly, â-but she ain't built for that yet. Not like the seasoned broodmares ya usually get."
Tojiâs nostrils flare, a sharp huff of irritation, but Shiu doesnât back down. Instead, he jerks his chin toward the far corner of the barn where an old but sturdy breeding rack sits dusted off and waiting. Thick leather straps dangling from its frame to secure legs apart, padding along the bar where your belly would rest once bent over it.
âTwo days," Shiu says firmly. âLet âer get used to yer scent first. Feed from yer hand if ya have to. Or she won't survive your first knot."
Toji's silence is dangerous, a low rumble building in his chest before he finally snorts and turns away with a jerk of his head. âFine.â
Toji takes his time the following two days: getting you used to his scent, letting you feed from his hand like Shiu suggested.
He learns your habits like a hunter who knows his prey. Knows how your eyes flutter when he speaks. Knows how you flinch and shy away when he moves suddenly. Knows how he can make you tremble by leaning close. Knows how to make you whine just by touching the base of your tail.
And the entire time? You can smell his interest. His hunger.
Day three arrives with the sharp scent of antiseptic and oiled leather.
Shiu stands at your left, calloused hands guiding you toward the rack with ease.
The veterinarian, a no-nonsense woman with a stethoscope looped around her neck, adjusts the straps. Your hooves scuff against the wooden floor as they position you over the padded bar, belly-down, hindquarters raised obscenely high for Tojiâs access.
âEasy now," Shiu soothes. "Ain't gonna hurt more than it needs to."
Youâve heard stories. You know exactly what happens to cow hybrids on breeding racks when bulls like Toji mount them.
The vet fastens thick cuffs around your wrists first, then your ankles, each strap pulled snug enough to bruise before she steps back to assess her work. âGood pelvic tilt," she notes dispassionately. âWon't tear as easy."
Then she turns toward Toji, who has been watching all this from the corner like a silent storm cloud and gives a curt nod. âShe's ready."
Shiuâs fingers are rough as they grab the base of your tail, lifting it high with a firm tug. The sudden exposure makes you jerk against the restraints, but thereâs nowhere to go, no way to hide.
The vet hands Shiu a thin, braided rope, something used to keep tails out of the way during examinations. He loops it around your lifted appendage, securing it upward so nothing obstructs the view between your thighs.
Your cunt is on full display now: plush and swollen, already glistening with nervous arousal despite your fear. Cow hybrids drip when they are stressed. A biological cruelty that leaves you shamefully slick as Tojiâs shadow looms closer behind you. Your folds flutter under their assessing gazes, clenching around nothing while Shiu tsks and thumbs at your entrance like heâs testing fruit for ripeness.
âTight," he muses, â...but she's wet enough."
The vet hums in agreement before reaching down to spread you wider with two clinical fingers. âNo abnormalities," she declares. âVirgin passage is intact. Bull shouldn't have trouble sinking his knot once she's open."
Shiu doesnât waste time. With a grunt, he nudges Tojiâs shoulder, a silent command for the bull hybrid to step back just far enough for him to work.
Toji snorts in irritation but complies, his heavy-lidded gaze never leaving your trembling form strapped over the rack. Shiu grabs the industrial-sized pump bottle of lubricant from the vetâs tray.
âGotta make sure ya don't split her in half, Shiu mutters, squeezing a thick stream onto his palm before reaching between Tojiâs legs with zero ceremony.
He fists the bull hybridâs already-hard cock without warning, working the lube down his length with rough efficiency. Tojiâs hips jerk forward instinctively into the friction.
âFuckââ Toji growls, muscles tensing as precum beads at his tip and drips onto straw-littered floor below. âAin't gotta fuckin' mollycoddle it.â
Shiu ignores him, just keeps stroking until every inch of that monstrous erection gleams.
He finally steps aside with a slap against Toji's ass. âGo on then."
Toji doesnât slam into you right away, no, he teases first. The broad, flared head of his cock drags slow and deliberate between your plush folds, smearing your own slickness back against you.
He can feel how tight you are even at this shallow pressure, your walls already twitching in reflexive panic around nothing.
âFuckinâ choke on it already,â he growls. Even as the words leave his mouth, he rocks forward just enough for that fat tip to catch. It stretches your weeping hole wide for one glorious second before retreating again.
He wonât rush. Not when Shiu was right about how easily you might break. But that doesn't mean he'll be gentle either, just methodical. Heâs working that thick crown against your clenching hole over and over until the lube mixes with hybrid arousal and drips down your inner thighs.
You whimper as the first real press of his cockhead nudges against your entrance, burning with the stretch even through the lube. Instinct takes over before shame can. Your hips jerk in a weak attempt to twist away, hooves scrambling uselessly against the wooden rack.
Tojiâs grip on your waist tightens like a vice, claws biting in deep enough to draw pinpricks of blood. âNuh-uh," he growls. "Ain't runnin' from this."
And then, with one brutal roll of his hips, he sinks into you past that impossible rim. Your body splits open around him in a white-hot flare of pain-pleasure that steals your breath.
The bellow of pain makes your ears pin back. But Toji doesnât stop. He just bottoms out inside you with a groan so visceral it shakes the dust from the rafters above.
Shiu whistles. âDamn, she took all that?"
Toji nuzzles between your trembling shoulder blades. "Knew ya could take it. Filthy girl.â
His hips piston forward with a force that rattles the breeding rackâs wooden frame. Each brutal thrust makes the leather straps groan under tension as your body is jerked back onto him over and over.
Your dangling hooves scrabble for purchase but find none; all you can do is hang there, impaled and shaking while Toji takes what he wants in deep, grinding strokes. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the barn like an obscene metronome.
Itâs only drowned out by Tojiâs ragged breaths against your neck. His teeth are latched onto your nape in a mating bite.
âFuckââ he snarls.
It should hurt. It does hurt. At first.
Your walls flutter wildly around Tojiâs girth, spasming in protest as he stretches you out.
Then your hybrid biology kicks in, ruthless and efficient. Heat floods your core as your cervix softens on instinct, widening for his cock like a flower for the sun.
Slickness gushes around each thrust, not just lube now but the thick, fertile cream of a cow hybrid in prime breeding condition.
Your body knows its purpose. Even your womb betrays you. Your walls are clenching down greedily every time his tip bumps your cervix, it like it's trying to milk him dry already.
Toji feels it too, his rhythm stuttering when you suddenly squeeze around him with hunger. âShitââ he stutters, â-fuckinâ greedy lilâ bitch.â
Words fail you, language devolving into broken, animalistic sounds as Tojiâs cock punches deeper with every thrust. Drool strings from your lips, pooling on the padded rack beneath you while tears and snot streak your flushed face.
âM-Mmmhâ! Your back arches helplessly when his knot starts to catch at your rim, thighs trembling as a pathetic moo rips from your throat. "âJ-ji! âJi!âp-please!â
But what are you even begging for? More? Less? You donât know anymore. All that exists is the stretch of him splitting you open, the way your plush belly bulges with each thrust.
Your nails splinter wood from the rack as another moan-turned-mooo spills out. âSâgood,â Toji rumbles against your spine, â-fuckinâ take it.â
Your tongue lolls out past your lips, slick and pink. Itâs a telltale sign of a cow hybrid pushed too far into instinct.
Saliva drips in thin strands onto the padded rack beneath you, each panting breath only making it worse. Your eyes have gone glassy, unfocused. Your pupils are blown wide in need.
Shiu notices first. He leans against the barn post with crossed arms, chewing lazily on a stalk of hay before nodding toward your slack mouth. âWatch it,â he warns Toji. âSheâs âbout to tip over.â
He means your climax. The way cow hybrids lose all control when they hit that edge: thrashing, moaning, sometimes even pissing themselves from the sheer overload of sensation.
Sure enough, your thighs start quivering like bowstrings pulled taut as another broken moo spills from your spit-slick lips.
Toji snarls at the warning but doesnât slow down. If anything he fucks into you harder. âYeah? Then fuckinâ cum,â he growls. âWanna feel that cunt milk me dry âfore I knot ya.â
Your mind is gone. Itâs drowned under a tidal wave of sensation that reduces you to nothing but flesh and instinct. Your tongue lolls out further, spit dripping in thick ropes onto the straw-littered floor beneath the rack.
Every breath comes as a shuddering moan, every thrust wrings another pathetic moo from your throat like your voice isnât even yours anymore. âHhhnnââJiiiii!â
Shiu watches with a chuckle, patting the stall door with his palm. "There it is," he mutters around a new cigarette before nodding at Toji. âShe's lockin' up."
The orgasm crashes over you like a seizure. You scream around the drool coating your chin. "MMMOOOOâ!"
The vet gives a sharp nod that Shiu moving through the gate. His calloused hands clamp down on your hips, not to save you, but to hold you still. Tojiâs thrusts turn jagged and brutal, each snap of his hips forcing that thickening knot against your abused entrance. Your body fights it instinctively, clamping down in protest even as your orgasm still wrings dizzying pulses of pleasure from your core.
âN-NoâNO! MMMFHâOOOO!â
The stretch burns like fire as your cunt is spread so wet and sticky against the swell. Toji growls through clenched teeth, lifts a hooves to plant close to your head at an angle and shoves the rest of the way inside.
You donât even realize youâve pissed yourself until warm liquid splatters onto the floor beneath the rack. Overstimulation is short-circuiting your bladder along with everything else.
Shiu just grunts and tightens his grip, keeping you upright as Toji rumbles in satisfaction behind you, âFuckkkk, there ya go.â His palm splays over your lower belly where his cock visibly distends it from within.
The moment Tojiâs knot locks, your body goes slack, limp as a ragdoll between them, trembling with oversensitivity and exhaustion. Shiu chuckles as he reaches for a nearby rag, swiping it roughly over your piss-streaked thighs. âDamn, girl," he chuckles, âDidn't know we'd have to hose down the whole fuckin' barn after."
Toji, still buried balls feel, leans down to nuzzle at the sweaty hair hair sticking to your neck. âShhh,â he soothes. âTook it so good.â He lands lazy kisses against your neck. ââCept for the piss part.â
Shiu barks out a laugh while tossing the soiled rag aside. âFirst time's always messy," he shrugs before offering you a sip of water from an old canteen.
Months later, youâre round with the proof of Tojiâs claim. Your belly swells round and heavy with his calf, skin stretched taut over fertile curves that jiggle with every step. The farmhands whisper when they think you can't hear. âToji stuffed her full.â
Toji adores you like this. Slow-moving and sleepy-eyed. Milk-heavy tits swayed beneath the frilly bows Shiu begrudgingly buys for you at market. The little brass bell around your neck chimes sweetly whenever Toji guides you by the horns to feed from his palm like some pampered prize.
He drapes you in soft cotton dresses, the fabric straining over milk-heavy tits and wide hips that sway with every step. Your ribbons are always perfectly tied, pink satin bows nestled between your horns or threaded through the bell around your neck.
And god, does he love leading you. His calloused hands are always on you, guiding you to kneel so he can palm the curve of your stomach or tugging you into his lap. He gropes those swollen udders until warm milk beads at your nipples. âLookit that,â the white liquid spills over his thick fingers. âAll pretty ân leaky just for me.â
Even Shiu has softened in his own way, sneaking extra sugar cubes into your feed bucket when Toji isnât looking. âQuit spoilinâ her,â Toji snaps before handing you a ripe apple.
Now, they wait until that calf comes so you can be bred all over again.
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MILKSHAKE! - T.F.
Synopsis. Your milkshakes arenât bringing all the boys bulls to the yard? Youâve never been properly fĂșcked through your heats? Donât worry, thereâs a new bull hybrid on the farm - Toji Fushiguro. And he promises to milk you dry.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!cow hybrid!reader, bull hybrid!Toji, farm AU, hybrids AU, farmer!Shiu cameo, RĂTS, feraI Toji, heâs kept away, face-sĂtting, oraI (fem rec.), spĂtting, fĂngering, manhandIing, overstĂm, heâs BIG, making it fit, p sIapping, p talking, mean Toji, tummy buIges, Toji with nĂppIe pĂercings, heat-inducing, first times (for you), vĂrginĂty Ioss, ROUGH s, tail-pulling, running from it, dĂșmbifĂcation, BRĂEDING, matĂng presses, Iactation, drinking it, creampĂes, cĂșmpIay, implied marathon, slight exhĂbitionĂsm, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 12.8k
A/N. ALRIGHT ALRIIIIIIIGHT- inspired by this tiktok by the gorgeous @/v4mpyrf4e (an absolute sweetheart, tysm for letting me write this) and to all the babygirls who summoned me there <33
âAnother bull hybrid?â Shiu growls into his phone, listening to the conversation crackling from the other end of the line. âA Japanese Shorthorn at that?â
Those things were hugeâŠ
With a hand on his hip, he casts a thoughtful look out into the horizon. The beaming, bustling, sun-baked farm; amongst the tufts of grass, Shiuâs hybrids grazed, occasionally flicking their ears in the direction of the conversation. All but one of them.Â
In the shade of the overlarge crimson barn, he could spot you dozing away in the shadeâone of his proudest purebred cows.Â
âNo- no, I hear you.â He listens to farmer Kusakabeâs begging, âItâs not a space issue, itâs justâŠâ Shiu hesitates, throwing yet another glance your way. Still dazed. Still exhausted. âItâs just that one of my cow hybrids- yes, her- fine, my favorite, just finished her heat. And I was worried that introducing a new bull wouldâŠâ
A few more pleas.Â
Until, ultimately, the farmer sighs.Â
âFineâŠsend this Toji over then.â
warnings. 18+ smĂŒt, ĂXPLĂCĂT THĂMĂS, blöödy sĂ«x, mĂ sturbĂĄtïön, pĂ Ăn kĂŻnk, YĂNDĂRĂ, ĂșnhÚà lthy ĂŻdÚà s öf sĂšxĂŒĂ l plÚà sĂŒrĂš, ĂšxplĂŻcĂŻt sĂšx, bĂŽrdĂšrlĂŻnĂš dĂšvĂŽtĂŻĂŽn, öbsĂ«ssïön.
Yandere man who literally shivers and burns up over a mere touch, just a glance from you and he gets hard, his cock reacts on its own, it starts pulsing.
His breath hitches, he doesnât know how to react because you are an evil, evil woman. How come you look so beautiful all the time and get his dick aching. Yandere men who go completely silent and their thoughts are incoherent because all they can think about is fucking you, until that beautiful face of yours is stained with your running mascara, your petal like lips swollen from his devouring kisses. And your body marked by him, your cunt filled with his essence.
Yandere man who finds you so beautiful that he canât help but have toâ HAS to jerk off in their bathroom, bedroom multiple times in a single day.