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lokirulzart · 8 months

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WILD WEST AU!!!!

You ever notice that when fools do a western AU, they cheap out on the horses or ignore them entirely??? WELL NOT HERE, FOLKS. ONLY THE HIGHEST QUALITY HORSE CONTENT. BECAUSE I LOVE Y’ALL AND ALSO HORSES.

Frank has a snooty Appaloosa because he’s fancy, but also appaloosas are reliable trail horses, so that means he can go bug collecting without worrying much. His insect collection is the envy of all the rich collectors in the whole county.

Wally ended up with a chestnut Arabian mare, because Wally is too small for a bigger horse and I just think it’s funny. HANG ON THERE, PARDNER!! SHE’S A WILD ONE!!! Luckily, Wally is usually unaware of his own horse acting up, and the mare ends up tiring herself out just because Wally simply doesn’t even notice her… he’s too busy spacing out. But he’s one of the best Bronco Busters around thanks to her!

Hunter/trapper/fur trader Barnaby has himself a lovely Shire mare with a sweet and patient disposition. She has no trouble carrying whatever Barnaby has hunted as well as big ol’ Barnaby himself… but he still feels bad about making her work, so he only ever hunts what he needs to in order to get by.

Julie and her mustang are BOTH wild. Julie had the chance to tame her, but instead she just fed off of her spirited energy and now the two of them just tear around being crazy together, getting into trouble, rolling in the dust… Julie wouldn’t have it any other way.

What better steed for a Pony Express postal worker than a sure footed mule?! Seriously, mules are the mountain goats of the equine world. Eddie’s mule might not be as fast of a sprinter as some horses, but this animal can trek over ANY terrain, ensuring that all of the mail gets delivered on time. They have yet to miss a single delivery.

(Snake oil) Salesman Howdy Pillar has a general store in town as WELL as a covered wagon to travel around, ensuring that everyone gets the best deals on their pork ‘n’ beans, biscuits, tobacco, and tonics. You want it? Howdy’s GOT it… and his team of 3 dapple gray Connemara ponies, and one brown one, will make sure that you can get it… also the tallest character having the smallest horses makes me giggle.

Poppy doesn’t have a rideable horse yet, which is perhaps for the best. She spends a lot of time at Howdy’s general store or riding in his wagon. She is his best customer. But she has recently come by a thoroughbred foal that she is now raising from a bottle. So perhaps one day very soon Poppy will have her own tall and elegant steed to carry her around… let’s just hope he’s not too fast for her.

Sally is a performer at the local saloon by night and helps out with cleaning during the day… she knows NOTHING about horses… but one night, after all the local drunks went home, a poor American Paint got left behind. Nobody came back to claim the animal, so Sally boards him at the local ranch and visits often. She hopes one day to learn how to ride him, but it’s slow going. She is, after all, a singer and actress first.

AND THEN HOME THE SALOON!! YOU DIDN’T THINK I’D FORGET HOME, DID YOU?? He has a small stable in the back and a second floor, where Wally lives! Wally gets to spend all his free time hanging out, meeting up with his friends, and drinking all the apple juice he wants! (Just don’t tell him it’s apple juice, he’ll get confused. He thinks he’s just drinking whiskey like everyone else. It’s easier this way.) Also Home is the only saloon that can kick out belligerent drunk people itself!

Also Bonus OCs, Luna O’Hare the bilingual cartographer (created by @m0stlygh0st) and Simon, my boy, the ranch hand! Luna has an Andalusian that she likes to dress up, braid it’s mane, and stick flowers in it-… as snacks for later. They’re also grazing buddies and Luna can often be found eating the horse feed because it’s so similar to rabbit food. Simon has a gelding Quarter Horse with golden retriever energy and not a single braincell to his name. Poor Simon… but at least his horse loves him.

YEEHAW!!!! 🤠

#welcome home #wally darling #frank frankly #barnaby b beagle #julie joyful #Eddie dear #howdy pillar #poppy partridge #sally starlet #welcome home oc #cowboy AU #western AU #wild west AU #horses

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shivroy · 1 year

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the mortal wounding of the princess of scots, god be with ye

artist's statement: siobhan roy, in antiquated but historically-indistinct and provocative dress, is shown being fatally impaled through the skull by her whimsical, treacherous steed and beast of burden, tom wambsgans. her attire, as with her relationship, is both affixed in and apart from time: it alludes to an era which it does not belong to. tom and shiv are a contemporary couple, but figuratively engage in an antiquated, eternal dynamic wherein the male asserts dominance over the female through violence, delivered in the show in the form of betrayal. however, references to active movement in the falling of dripping blood indicate to the viewer the dynamism of this relationship, which could seemingly change in the following moment, were time allowed to resume. the absurd and comical image of tom as a unicorn, with equine lashes and sparkling eyes, is contrasted with the brutality of his actions against shiv, making evident the fact that he is not to be underestimated. the disarming sexual innuendo - the act of penetration, as tom "fucks" shiv, and the froth pouring from his mouth, an allusion to tom swallowing his own ejaculate at his bachelor party and an additional symbol of both his rabid defiance and affection for himself and his own ambitions - adds to the potent discomfort of the moment. tom's ears are flattened back in aggression and shiv bleeds profusely, yet both wear serene smiles, not allowing the other to win in spite of the pain of being respectively owned by his wife and murdered by her husband. tom, despite it all, looks to shiv, his master whom he has defied, and shiv looks outwards, forcing herself into a position of unwavering invulnerability in the face of her ending. "god be with ye" is a helpless prayer for the doomed spouses, and a parting message: "god be with ye" is shortened in modern english to "goodbye". goodbye soon, shiv and tom, i will always love you. ❤️

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nintendo-b1tch · 5 months

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Part 2 to this!

Hope this is good! Enjoy!

Criticism is always welcomed!

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With a light, melodic laugh escaping your lips, you found yourself immersed in the joyous atmosphere as you gracefully unloaded the much-needed supplies from your trusty steed, Epona. The day had taken its toll on all of you - the brave heroes who had decided to embark on this journey alongside you. Yet despite the weariness that permeated the air, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as you showered Epona with affectionate strokes, expressing your gratitude for her unwavering assistance.

As the equine steed nuzzled her snout against your cheek in response to your praises, a ripple of amusement coursed through your being. It wasn't lost on you that your fellow companions' curious gazes lingered on your figure, causing an enigmatic smile to grace your lips. With a graceful turn, you faced them head-on, causing their eyes to dart away in a hurried motion. Another lighthearted chuckle escaped your throat, like a herbaceous fragrance permeating the crisp forest air.

It was evident, almost palpable, that they were bewildered by your sudden change in attire. Gone was the elegant dress that once adorned your form, replaced by a humble, handcrafted tunic woven by the skilled hands of warriors. Its simplicity was complemented by the presence of sturdy trousers, concealing the chain mail that offered a protective layer beneath your cloth armor. Leather gloves adorned your hands, accompanied by wristbands that spoke of your prowess and dedication. Despite the transformation, you retained the familiar hairpin, a comforting reminder of your identity.

Finding yourself adjusting to the unfamiliar garments, you couldn't help but reflect on the myriad of emotions intertwining within you. Change can be disorienting, and while you embraced this new attire as a symbol of your evolving role, there was a lingering sense of unease. However, in the grand scheme of things, your sartorial shift seemed trivial compared to the magnitude of the task ahead.

With steadfast determination, you resolved to focus on aiding your companions in setting up the camp for the night. As you moved with purpose, your gracefulness in each step serving as a testament to your unyielding spirit, you couldn't help but appreciate the camaraderie that had formed among this group of heroes.

Time was the first to approach you, he smiled at you as he spoke softly. You could see he wasn't one to be very expressive yet when he was with you, he was the most expressive person you ever met.

" Could you help collect firewood? "

" Of course! "

As Time observed you collecting firewood, a warm smile spread across his face, indicating his approval and appreciation for your efforts. Though normally not an expressive individual, Time seemed to open up and reveal his emotions whenever he was in your presence. It was as if you had a special connection that made him feel comfortable showing his true self.

Intrigued by the soft melody resonating in the air, Time couldn't help but become curious about the song that had captured your subconscious mind. The tune, a beautiful melody you had dreamt of the previous night, wafted through your thoughts, filling your mind with harmonious notes. You absentmindedly began to hum the enchanting melody while your hands deftly gathered as much firewood as they could bear.

Unbeknownst to you, the humming gradually transformed into whispered lyrics as the song unfolded within your thoughts. It was as if the music had taken on a life of its own, flowing effortlessly from the depths of your soul. Time, entranced by the combination of your actions and the ethereal sounds emanating from your lips, found himself captivated by this unexpected performance.

As the instrumental melody within your mind continued to evolve, a surge of emotions coursed through your veins. The soundtrack of your dreams now filled the air, carrying with it a crescendo of emotions that compelled your voice to increase in volume. The once delicate and hushed humming evolved into a resounding voice, harmonizing with the imaginary accompaniment.

Caught off guard by the sudden amplification, you finally noticed Time's inquisitive gaze fixed upon you. His eyes sparkled with curiosity, his smile widening as he soaked up the musical display unfolding before him. It was as if your uncensored expression of the song had transported both of you to a realm where time stood still, and nothing else mattered except the harmony that enveloped you.

" Day to night, dark to light,

Fall the sands of time...

Let the years, like the gears

Of a clock, unwind... "

The older man froze in his tracks when he heard the piercing sound of your whispered lyrics floating through the air. It was as if he had turned into a statue, with his muscles tightening intensely. His grip on the wooden object loosened, causing it to clatter and echo in the silence of the grassy surroundings.

" In your mind walk through time

Back to better days...

Memories, like a dream,

Wash tears away... "

As his hands clenched into tight fists, his mind began to race, summoning forth a torrent of painful memories locked deep within the recesses of his consciousness. How could you possibly know about that? His past adventures resurfaced, each scar and wound resuming their places at the forefront of his thoughts.

" Like a star in the sky,

Darkness can't reach you...

Light the night, joy is light,

Till the new dawn... "

His cheeks were wet with tears. In that fleeting moment, you finally realized that he was not by your side, prompting your gaze to shift towards the older man in question. The atmosphere between you both suddenly became heavy, filled with unspoken emotions and unexplained sorrows.

" Time? Are you okay? " you inquired, concern lacing your voice as you tried to understand what was going on. It was not uncommon for him to be quiet, but this silence felt starkly different. It was not the tranquil silence he often embraced, but rather a silence that held the weight of unexpressed feelings. His usual composed demeanor seemed shattered, and the stillness that enveloped him caused your own steps to falter.

A mix of confusion and worry welled up within you, making it difficult to comprehend the sudden shift in his demeanor. You racked your mind for any clues, searching your memories for any hint of what might have caused this unusual display of vulnerability. A sinking feeling settled in your chest as the uncertainty grew, gradually intertwining with your genuine concern for his well-being.

" Tha-that song.... " he mumbled in a barely audible tone, his comment causing a sudden wave of tension to flood the air. Your heart skipped a beat as you quickly gathered your thoughts, desperate to clear any misunderstandings.

" Huh? Oh, I had the most vivid dream last night, " you began with a touch of excitement, your voice laced with wonder. " In this dream, there was a legendary hero, burdened to relive the same three days over and over again. It was both thrilling and heartbreaking to witness his struggle. But you know what made it truly remarkable? A mischievous spirit, unlike any other, forged an unexpected friendship with the hero. They both possessed these incredibly powerful items, each with its own unique aura. "

Pausing for a moment, the realization struck you like a bolt of lightning.

" Wait a minute, your face tattoos... they reminded me of one of those enigmatic items! I can't help but draw parallels between the hero's journey and your own enigmatic presence. I apologize if I'm going off on a tangent here; I tend to get carried away when something captivates my imagination! "

Caught off guard by your passionate rambling, he shook his head, his voice now filled with a mix of resignation and a hint of longing.

" I... nevermind, let's just focus on getting back to camp. " His hands instinctively began gathering fallen wood, the roughness adding another layer of reality to the deeply emotional atmosphere. Tears silently streamed down his face, yet he persisted, determined not to succumb to his raw vulnerability. As he wiped away the evidence of his pain, a small token of solace appeared—a delicate silent princess finding refuge behind his ear, its presence soothing his wounded spirit.

And then, it happened. His gaze met yours, and in that single moment, those shimmering orbs of yours radiated warmth. Your beautiful smile, so genuine and full of understanding, seemed almost otherworldly in its ability to reach deep into his soul. Unprepared for such a connection, his cheeks flushed a soft rose hue, a mix of bashfulness and delight intertwining in his heart.

In that moment, as you both crouched down to collect the scattered firewood, an unexpected connection sparked between you. The warmth of your touch sent a tingling sensation across your skin, and an enchanting blush spread across your cheeks like a delicate sun-kissed hue. It was a small and innocent gesture, seemingly insignificant, but to him, it held immense significance.

The way you bashfully reacted to the accidental touch only endeared you further to him. It was as if you were a delicate flower, gently swaying in the breeze, and he couldn't help but be drawn to your captivating vulnerability. In that instant, he realized just how much he longed to see you in such a state of innocence and openness, even if it meant being vulnerable himself.

However, as soon as his mind dared to wander into the realm of fantasies, he mentally reprimanded himself. How could he even think of such intimate desires? He chastised himself, almost metaphorically slapping his own thoughts away. It was unthinkable to allow his mind to wander down that path when his feelings for you were still transitioning and evolving.

But despite his best efforts, his heart refused to obey reason. It continued to beat wildly against the barriers of his chest, reminding him that he couldn't deny the depth of his growing emotions. He found himself falling, captivated by your mesmerizing presence, just as someone would fall for your beauty and allure unmatched.

The realization struck him like a lightning bolt, illuminating the depths of his infatuation. The more he got to know you, the more he couldn't resist the gravitational pull of affection that was drawing him closer and closer. Your beautiful self had cast a spell upon his heart, captivating him completely.

Although his mind knew it was unwise to allow his thoughts to wander down such intense and passionate paths, his heart had already made its choice. There was no denying it anymore; he was undeniably falling for you. And just like Legend, his fall was swift and all-encompassing, leaving him yearning for a future where he could cherish you, hold you close, and revel in the beauty of your connection.

So, as he gathered the scattered firewood with you, he knew deep within himself that his path had diverged. No longer could he pretend to be untouched by the whirlwind of emotions that swirled within his being. He had fallen, and now it was up to fate to decide if his feelings would be reciprocated.

You were not just an ordinary person but an extraordinary individual with an unwavering determination and a compassionate heart that was always ready to lend a helping hand to others. Your compelling strength of character was simply irresistible, making it hard for anyone, including him, to not be captivated by your charm. The value that your vibrant energy held was truly remarkable, even though you had only been a part of the chain for a relatively short period of time.

To everyone's astonishment, you decided to undergo rigorous training in sword combat under the guidance of Time and Warriors. And when the moment of truth arrived, both of them were taken aback by your extraordinary talent and skill in wielding a sword. Your proficiency in combat was beyond impressive, leaving a lasting impression on the two heroes who had seen their fair share of formidable warriors.

As he walked alongside you, he found himself lost in a sea of contemplation, completely submerged in his own thoughts. The sight of you, with your radiant smile and a gentle tap on his shoulder, brought him back to the present moment. And in that very moment, you placed the firewood against the ground and began speaking again. The angelic quality of your voice resonated deeply within him, leaving him bewildered as to why he was falling deeper in love with you. It was not just your enchanting voice, but also the little habits that you possessed, the habits that you were unaware of, which he found endearing and utterly lovable. All these intricacies and qualities that made you who you were had a profound effect on him, solidifying his adoration for you.

Yet, no matter how much he tried, he found himself unable to fully embrace his feelings for you. His heart remained locked, trapped in the memories of his previous love, Malon. The weight of her untimely death had left an indelible mark on his soul, making it nearly impossible for him to open himself up to another person.

The grief that consumed him after losing Malon had been overwhelming. It consumed his every thought, preventing him from moving on and finding happiness with someone new. The love he had once felt for her was unmatched, a love so profound that it felt as though it could never be replicated or replaced.

In his mind's eye, he could envision Malon's disapproving gaze upon him. She was always a strong-willed woman, never afraid to challenge his stubbornness, especially when it came to matters of the heart. Her scoldings echoed in his mind, reminding him of the lengths he would go to protect himself from the pain of loss.

However, amidst his internal struggle, you remained patient and understanding. " Time!! " Your voice broke through his reverie, bringing him back to reality. It was then he noticed the tears that had silently trickled down his face, only to be wiped away by your gentle touch. Concern etched upon your face, your genuine worry for him was evident.

Surprised by your perceptiveness, he realized that you saw through the facade he had so carefully constructed. He had always been adept at hiding his problems, shielding himself from others, but somehow, you had managed to see through his walls. It was a humbling experience, knowing that no matter how hard he tried to keep his struggles hidden, you saw him for who he truly was.

Your question hung in the air, poised delicately between the two of you.

" What's wrong? I know you're hiding something, " you gently prodded further, your concern coupled with a hint of amusement. It was as if you understood the depth of his pain and yet refused to let it define him.

From the moment you entered his life, everything changed. The formidable walls he had meticulously constructed, in a desperate attempt to shield himself from the pain of losing Malon, could no longer withstand your presence. You effortlessly shattered those barriers that surrounded his delicate heart.

" It's nothing...it's just bad memories... " As he whispered those words to you, admitting that these were nothing but painful memories, he couldn't help but lean in and tenderly press his lips against your forehead. It was a moment filled with an unexpected display of affection that caused your face to flush, a deep red hue covering your cheeks.

Deep down, he knew that he couldn't reveal the truth to you. You were too pure, too innocent for him to expose the darkness that haunted his past adventure. He was the boy you dreamt of, the one who had traversed through treacherous paths and faced unimaginable perils. Yet, even amidst his own internal battle, he couldn't bear to burden you with his haunting memories.

Later that night, as the darkness enveloped the world, he found himself unable to sleep. Restlessly, he shifted in bed, his eyes fixated on the expanse of the night sky. The starry canvas above seemed to hold some sort of mysterious allure, captivating his attention to no end. Little did he know, his solitude was about to be disrupted by an unexpected intrusion.

Startled, he suddenly jolted as a voice pierced through the silence, shattering the tranquility of the night. Never had he anticipated encountering another person awake at such a late hour. It was as if this voice came from an invisible companion, a presence that he had not accounted for. The shock on his face was evident, and he struggled to comprehend the situation at hand.

" It happened to you too, huh? " The voice belonged to none other than Legend, who had silently taken a seat nearby, hugging his knees tightly against his chest. His gaze remained fixated on your slumbering figure, leaving an air of intrigue hanging in the air.

Confusion danced across Time's face as he responded, " How did you...? "

A mischievous smile crept onto Legend's lips, his bluntness revealing more than the words he uttered.

" Oh, I can see it written all over your face, Old Man, " he quipped, clearly relishing the element of surprise he had just bestowed upon his companion. The unspoken bond between them transcended mere verbal explanation.

Curiosity piqued, the protagonist couldn't help but wonder why tears had welled up in Legend's eyes during their first encounter with you. It was a question that had lingered in the back of his mind, but had never been addressed before.

Breaking the silence, Legend finally found the courage to open up, albeit momentarily diverting his gaze.

" The song they sang when we first heard them... It reminded me of the darkest time in my adventure, " he revealed, his words laced with a tinge of vulnerability. Evidently, there was a tale of anguish and adversity that lay hidden beneath the surface, a story that he was not yet ready to unravel.

Moved by his companion's admission, Time sat up and reached out, placing a comforting hand on Legend's shoulder. It was a gesture of solidarity, an unspoken understanding between fellow adventurers who had braved the trials and tribulations of their respective journeys.

" Same here, I can only hope this is a two time occurrence "

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thirsty-boba-fett-posts · 11 months

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Y’all wanted Vampire!Boba and I intend to deliver because Boba Bestie solidarity is a surprisingly strong bond of friendship.

gif courtesy of @daimyosprincess 💚💚💚

SMUT-LITE UNDER THE CUT.

Nothing good happens after 2am.

Your childhood pony, ancient and serviceably sound despite suffering from a variety of ailments common to geriatric equines, was finally gone after a heroic amount of banamine and nasogastric intubation. You’d ditched your dinner date and swapped your heels for your boots to be with the trusty steed of your junior rodeo days. You hadn’t even bothered to change out of your dress. Now you’re at a gas station in a $1000 dress and a pair of Ariats that were $150 five years ago with eye makeup running down your cheeks and your dead pony’s halter in your truck’s passenger seat. You just need a few gallons of diesel to get yourself home, then you can sleep.

A car pulls in as you fish your debit card out of your purse. Through the haze of grief you wonder who else would possibly be out at this hour in a late model Audi. He looks no more conspicuous than you do in a cocktail dress and cowgirl boots putting $10 worth of diesel in a dually born the same year you were, but he looks like money and there isn’t a whole lot of that around here.

A handsome, barrel chested man in tailored slacks gets out and begins filling his tank. You can feel him watching you, but you avoid making eye contact. You’re not afraid. You just look like hell. There’s no use flirting when your mascara is streaked down your cheeks and you’ve got mud on your bare knees from kneeling down to be with your pony as he passed.

…

The summer breeze is warm and it carries her scent. A perfume or scented oil perhaps - vanilla with a hint of bourbon. But something else, something familiar. The unmistakable smell of a horse farm like the livery stable of his youth. She avoids his gaze. Her face looks puffy and tear streaked. Her lovely dress flatters her figure, but her boots and muddy knees give her away as a local girl. And her truck - no girl from the city drives a truck like that. It must be older than she is. She’s a pretty little thing. Crying has given her a hollowed, wounded look, but it’s nothing a warm soak in his bath and a night in his bed couldn’t fix, surely. Her boots have seen better days. He imagines taking her to one of the expensive western wear stores in the city. It’s been so long since he’s felt the warmth of a woman on his arm. Or in his arms, for that matter.

…

Your truck’s engine won’t turn over. This isn’t earth shattering. Your truck was in borrowed time 75,000 miles ago. Your cousin owns the station and won’t mind if you leave it overnight - his father-in-law will probably tow it to the shop for free - but finding a way home is going to be a bit of a crapshoot. Compared to the rest of the night’s events, this is a hardly worth fretting over. You shoot a text to your cousin, knowing damn well he won’t check it until the morning. You thumb through your contact to see who might answer a 2am call or text.

A knock at your passenger side window makes you jump. The man with the Audi. You roll down your window.

“Are you waiting for a tow?”

His eyes are kind. Sympathetic. You must look absolutely pitiful in your silly little cocktail dress and your beat up old truck.

“I’ll just leave it here for the night. This is my cousin’s place.”

You hesitate.

“I could use a ride home though.”

You can see the strength in his biceps through his shirt. He doesn’t look harmless, but he doesn’t seem especially menacing either, and you’re too tired to wait around for someone to pick up the phone.

…

He can smell the warm leather and tang of brass on her passenger seat. An old halter, well worn but double stitched with a brass nameplate. He can smell hay - orchard grass and timothy and alfalfa. She must spend more on her horses than she does on herself, he thinks. Her eyes and clear and bright. Her round cheeks have the glossy sheen of old tears. Her heartbeat is soft and slow. Exhaustion and catharsis can have that affect. It would be nothing to lull her to sleep with his voice alone, but the heated seats of his car would speed the process along.

She’s doing an admirable job fighting sleep as she gives him directions from his passenger seat, but she soon settles. His driveway is paved and the long drive to his estate is quiet save for the sound of her heartbeat and her breathing. Her halter and lead rope are on her lap. The brass nameplate says “Bueno Butter Bar” in an attractive script. He suspects that Bueno Butter Bar is no longer in the land of the living.

Under his power, she won’t wake up until he allows it. He takes his time. He hangs Bueno Butter Bar’s halter and lead rope carefully on the coat rack just inside his front door and returns to scoop her in his arms and carry her over the threshold.

He lays her down on the plush comforter on his bed. He smooths her dress and pushes her hair out of her face. He’s not ready to wake her. He wants to admire her first. Her skin is soft. She feels warm and earthy under his touch. Predation is not in his nature, but he can’t resist tasting her. Just a sip from the bend of her arm. It will look like she attended a blood drive or had lab work done. The part of him that scratches at the inside of his skull with claws and teeth and an insatiable appetite whispers that she’s his now. He can do whatever he wants with her. The man that he once was, still is, reminds him that she is a person with hopes and dreams and fears and aspirations. Not meat. Not livestock. The soft rhythm of her beating heart calls to him.

Her blood is perfection, but he limits himself to a conservative mouthful. He’ll wake her soon and tend to her. Perhaps offer her a neat scotch and one of his t-shirts to sleep in. Perhaps a shower. Perhaps a bath with him.

…

You startle awake in a dimly lit, unfamiliar bedroom. His voice is soothing. You remember his name from when he introduced himself. Boba Fett. A Mandolorian name, you remember thinking. That’s the last thing you remember. He’s smoothing your hair and offering you a drink. His hands are so warm. He feels familiar and safe. You sit up and lean forward. His forehead touches yours. Such an intimate gesture.

“You’ve had quite the night, haven’t you love?”

When his lips find yours, you melt into him. This is what you need after a night like tonight. A strong, kind man to put his hands on you and take care of you. His touch feels like fresh aloe over a sunburn. You wrap your arms around his neck and he slides his palms up your thighs.

He pauses and you worry that he’s having second thoughts.

“Take a bath with me, little one. Sleep here with me in my bed. If you still want to do this in the morning, I promise I’ll make you feel incredible.”

You nod and allow him to wrap you in his arms and carry you to the bathroom.

…

Y’all I promise there will be a Part II with actual smut, but I’ve been out in the sun all day and I’m tired.

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theprissythumbelina · 2 months

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So you want to write about horses.

(Part 3! Enjoy this post? Want to know more? Check out So You Want To Write About Horses Part 1 and So You Want To Write About Horses: Medieval Edition)

Maybe your character is a jockey, or a rancher, or a stablehand, or the ever popular cowboy in the wild west. Maybe they have a whole team and an Olympic dream. But what do people even do with horses? I can help.

First, some vital terms

The equipment that a horse wears is referred to as Tack. Tack can be minimal or incredibly complex. The part that goes on the horse's head when riding is the bridle, and the part that goes on the back for the person to sit on is the saddle.

^ Got that? Good, there will be a test at the end.

Now, What do people even do with horses?

To know the jobs around horses, you should know that the equestrian world is divided into very distinct and separate realms, and the further you delve into these realms, the more specific and specialized the horses, equipment, and terms become. Broadly, there is "pleasure" horses and "working" horses. Working horses are relied upon for physical labor to support their humans. Pleasure horses fall into more of a hobby for their humans.

There is also the Western riding style and the English riding style. The Western style descends from the Spanish saddle, and is used throughout the world, but most commonly in the Americas, where it is closely tied to herding cattle. The English style is a bit harder to clearly pin down the original influences, but has history in military uses throughout the European continent, and currently exists internationally. The English style is the style used at the Olympic games and in jumping competitions, whereas Western is not.

^ this is an example of a Western Style working horse. Western describes the style of equipment as well as the riding style. This horse is dressed for herding cattle, with a large comfortable saddle and simple rope bridle.

^ This is also a working horse, this time in the English riding style. Notice the saddle is much smaller, without a large 'horn' at the front of the saddle, and the bridle on the horse's head is much more complex. This horse is a Police horse.

^ and there are many combinations, variations, or lack ofs that exist. Some people have trained their horses to not need any tack, and need only the tiniest movements of their rider's body. Don't ask me how, I am not one of them.

Finally, Professions involving horses.

For ease of understanding, I will break this into segments that involve all horses, English horses, Western horses, and then the even more specific horses like racehorses, ect.

This edition will deal with professions involving All Horses.

Equine Veterinarians

Veterinarians that work with horses in rural areas are usually more generally large animal veterinarians, while equine vets, often attached to an equine hospital or clinic, have specific and in-depth knowledge of equine medicine, rather than equine and bovine medicine. Both large animal vets and equine vets administer vaccines, diagnostic tests, and certificates of health, as well as diagnosing and prescribing treatments of injuries and sicknesses. Vets also aid in breeding horses, caring for pregnant mares, birthing foals, and handling semen collection or injection for artificial insemination.

One of the most common reasons for a vet call is for the treatment of colic, any horse owner's nightmare. Horses have a massive system of intestines, and any change to a horse's diet, stress, or exercise, as well as many other causes, can lead to a backup of food or feces in the digestive system. Minor cases can resolve with pain treatment, but in severe cases surgery is required, and horses can die very quickly from what is essentially an extremely dangerous stomach ache. It is one of the most common causes of death for horses.

^ In very severe cases, parts of the intestine tie themselves into knots, lose blood flow, and die within the horse. I know many horses that have died from colic, and some that have survived.

Farriers

Farriers are pedicure specialists for horses. The hoof of a horse is simply a very large and thick fingernail, and a farrier is an expert in trimming, shaping, and even repairing that massive fingernail, as well as tacking on metal shoes to the bottom of a horse's foot. Farriers are also sometimes blacksmiths, and will create their own shoes, while others use premade shoes and nails.

^ (1)A farrier tacking on a shoe to a horse's hoof. (2) Shaping hooves with a rasp. Farrier treatments cause no pain to the horse when done correctly, and the specialized knowledge of which is why many farriers are expensive. Horses will need this redone every 4-8 weeks, depending on the horse and the environment. Even more than the vet, a good farrier is vital to the health and use of a horse, while a bad farrier can ruin a horse in less than the swing of a hammer.

(Side note: This is not a shoe, and no person putting that on a horse should be considered a farrier. I don't take many strong stances in informational posts, but this is one.)

Saddlers

These expert leather workers fit and shape the tack to the shape of the horse and the shape of the rider. Many serious riders have custom fitted tack, where a base saddle or bridle has been reworked after purchase to perfectly fit the riding pair in question. (I have one, it was expensive, and it continues to be worth it). Historically, tack has always been made with leather, which allows for stretch and molding of the tack, as well as decades of longevity, and still today, only the cheapest of tack is made with plastics. Saddlers often specialize in English or Western style tack, and many old brands are still known today for certain fits.

^ An expert Colorado saddler at work.

Trainers

Horses do not naturally trust humans, even after thousands of years of domestication, nor do they automatically know how to be ridden. Trainers are experts not only in their discipline, but also experts in horse behavior, communication (with humans and horses), basic first aid, common sense, and the rarest of all, the elusive 'horse sense'. Horse sense give a trainer the understanding of a horse's personality, and allows them to form a bond that not only teaches the horse to trust them, but to trust all humans. A trainer's job is to discover the horse's potential abilities, as well as the horse's fears, dislikes, and any pain or mis-training that could impede a horse's progress. Across the world, there are many style of training, many jobs that horses must be taught to preform, and a lot of misunderstandings. A good trainer can save the lives of horses and humans alike, a bad trainer can ruin both. The first steps of training a horse can be referred to as 'starting', 'breaking', 'training', 'backing', and many more.

Grooms

Grooms are the beauty professionals of the horse world, as well as the people getting everything done behind the scenes at high level barns or shows. In some places, grooms bring the horse in from the field or stall to be brushed, put the tack on the horse, warm the horse up, and then hand the horse over to the rider. In other places, grooms are a luxury as much as a butler for your horse. Grooms may also be responsible for managing the stables and tacking areas, keeping those areas clean through sweeping or removing mess, and potentially feeding, moving horses from pasture to stable, or whatever else needs to be done at a large stable. In other situations, the more grunt work will fall to part-time stablehands, while the grooms focus on working with the horses and riders.

^ Racehorse Groom Stephanie Searle grooms a racehorse.

Floaters/Equine Dentists

Horses are unique animals, with unique digestive systems, as has already been discussed, and with unique teeth. Due to horses' diets involving primarily hays, grasses, or grains, the teeth of a horse receive a great deal of wear from the tough nature of these foods. The wear patterns are so well documented that they have for thousands of years been used to tell the age of a horse with a great deal of accuracy.

Floaters are equine teeth experts, and receive their name from the practice of 'floating', or grinding sharp areas of horses' teeth down to prevent these sharp points from slicing into the horse's cheeks or stopping a horse from properly chewing.

^ Floating a horse's teeth. Also not painful, but like many people, horses tend to prefer being sedated for the dentist.

Professional Transport

In the modern age, as well as to a certain extent, the past, horses are constantly being moved, shown, sold, and shipped. Professional horse transport exists in the form of semi-trucks, ships, and planes, as well as trains. The transport of horses, usually very expensive and valuable horses, requires a team of professionals including veterinarians to ensure the horses' safety in transition.

^ Horses ready to go on a plane. Personally, a terrifying sight.

Alternative Treatments

Just like human medicine, horse medicine has a proliferation of supplements, alternative treatments, folk magic, and home treatments. Professional equine nutritionists work with feed companies as well as feed supplement companies (think herbal food additives as well as fish oil, ect.) to create supplement brands that claim to calm or energize horses, ease pain, prevent colic, or treat any number of issues. Horses may receive any number of visits from such varied services as equine massage therapists, equine physical therapists, equine chiropractors, equine spirit mediums, animal communicators, and so on. The scientific basis for these professionals ranges from well supported to lacking support, but such services remain popular regardless.

^ No matter what the profession with horses ends up being, just about everyone starts here: mucking out the stalls.

This post will end here, but keep an eye for the extended cut with the English and Western specific professions!

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n-o-nv2 · 1 month

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A lil Art trade I did.

#clothes #oc #dress #equine #pony #mlp #omg #mare #mlp pony #horse

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ladamedusoif · 5 months

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Sleigh Ride (Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x F!Reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 10

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist.

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Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader

Warnings: Established relationship; no use of Y/N; no physical descriptions of Reader; non canon-compliant (this man survives and gets the happy ending he deserved); alcohol consumption; references to smut.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1283

Summary: Jack is dashing, and so are you - dashing through the snow, that is.

For @agentjackdaniels, with love.

In the bright light of a sunny winter morning, you blink awake, peek your head above the covers, and swiftly retreat when you feel the first blast of cold on your nose. You nestle in again and reach out to Jack’s side of the bed, seeking heat from your own personal furnace.

Instead of Jack’s solid, warm body, though, you find a little note:

Had to check on something out in the stables - be back around ten or so. Have some coffee and make sure you’re wrapped up nice and warm for me when I get back, sugar - got something I want to show you. J x

It wasn’t unusual for Jack to be up well before you when you stayed on his little ranch. He’d inherited it a couple of years ago from a favourite uncle, Joshua - “I don’t even have to change the signage, honey”, Jack had mused, looking at the wooden sign at the main entrance that announced, in beautiful old hand-painted lettering: SILVER RANCH - J. DANIELS.

It had become a retreat of sorts for the two of you. The main ranch house was small but solidly-built, decorated in a simple, old-fashioned style that you fell in love with from the first time you saw it. Silver Ranch was the perfect place to spend winter holidays: just you and your cowboy, taking in the surrounding trails on foot or on horseback, giggling over your attempts at fondue, or snuggled up together on the couch in front of the stone fireplace.

Sometimes, you or Jack would pull a few blankets onto the warm rug right beside the fire: a statement of intent, and the signal for an evening spent making love there under the layers until the fire began to die down and it was time for bed.

You help yourself to a cup of fresh coffee - Jack always ensured he made a large batch if he was up first - and make some toast before padding back towards the bedroom to get dressed and ready for whatever he had in store. Wrap up warm, he’d said, and you heed his advice, pulling out your thermal layers and adding your warmest socks, a soft, long-sleeved cotton t-shirt and jeans, and slipping a denim shirt and fleece gilet over the top. Your knee-length padded coat and snowboots were out in the hall, ready and waiting with your hat, scarf, and gloves.

Equine noises and the sound of Jack’s warm voice outside the house signal his return. He calls your name as he enters, finding you on the armchair with a blanket over your knees.

“Well, don’t you look mighty cosy?”

He’s always a sight for sore eyes, even in layer upon layer of his warmest winter clothing. You know that a pair of brushed-cotton long johns and a long-sleeved thermal vest lie beneath the dark jeans and padded jacket he’s wearing. He’s unzipped the jacket, revealing a warm woollen sweater layered over a plaid shirt, the collar of a grey cotton tshirt just visible. In one hand, Jack holds a felt, extra-warm hat you’d given him the previous Christmas, along with a scarf and his trusty pair of suede, fleece-lined winter gloves.

You grin at him. “I am cosy - but I’m prepared, too. See?”

You stand up and show off your winter layers, basking in the glow of Jack’s approving smile.

“And a good thing too, sugar. C’mon - wanna show you something a little bit special.”

It’s… a sleigh. A real-life, as-driven-by-Santa-Claus, straight-out-of-Doctor-Zhivago sleigh. Jemmy (short for Jameson, much to Jack’s chagrin), the favourite horse of Jack’s uncle, stands proudly ahead of the wooden vehicle, bobbing his head and sending joyful little chimes pealing from the sleigh bells - sleigh bells?! - affixed to his bridle.

You close the door of the house and walk down the front steps, jaw hanging open at the sight before you. The sleigh is dark wood, antique but well-maintained, with red leather upholstery on the seating. Fading gold accents pick out curved detail carved into the old wood. It’s small - certainly compared to the whoppers usually depicted on Christmas cards or in representations of jolly Saint Nick - but perfectly made for two. You notice bundles of blankets neatly folded on the main seat, awaiting the passengers.

Jack holds Jemmy’s reins and pats the horse’s muzzle affectionately before turning and grinning at you. His cheeks are flushed pink with cold and excitement and even with his aviator sunglasses on, you know his eyes are twinkling. “Well? What’cha think?”

“Where did you get a sleigh, Jack Daniels?”

He chuckles and walks around to your side, helping you into the sleigh like the gentleman he is. “I found it out in one of the barns last time we were up here. Came up on my own a couple of times to work on it and get her nice and pretty for my girl. You like it?”

He’s already packing blankets around you, tucking you in so firmly you have to wriggle a little to be able to move.

“It’s incredible, Jack. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen a real one of these, let alone been in one.”

He crosses to the other side and hops in quickly, pulling a couple of blankets around his own knees before draping one big enough for the two of you on top. You feel Jack’s strong arm, made even bigger thanks to the layers and layers of clothing he’s wearing, wrap around your shoulders as he kisses you before firmly replacing his hat on his head.

“Well, we’ll start off nice and slow. And then if you want some authentic dashing through the snow - well, you just say the word, baby.”

With a gentle word and a flex of the reins in his practiced hands, Jemmy starts to move and the sleigh begins to glide through the snow.

The sleigh ride feels like being in an old movie, or a picture on a vintage Christmas card. There’s no sound other than Jemmy’s hooves, the crunching and whooshing as the sleigh’s runners cut through pure white snow, the jingling of the bells, and the chatter and laughter between you and Jack.

It is heaven.

You lean against your love’s shoulder, feeling a warmth course through you that has nothing to do with the thermal layers and Jack’s insistence on bundling you up for the journey. This is so him, you think - planning and preparing for this day for months, just to give you something special. Something shared just between the two of you. You sit up and lean in to kiss his cheek.

Jack chuckles, his beautiful, open face flushed pink and a sprinkling of powdery snow visible on his dark moustache. “So you like the sleigh, sugar?”

You nod and nestle back in against him. “I do. It’s a beautiful thing.”

He hums happily and nods towards your feet. “You'll find a little something extra down there, to keep us nice and warm until we get home.”

The chrome of the hip flask is blinding in the stark whiteness of the landscape and the bright sunlight. You help yourself before passing it to Jack, who takes a grateful swig and exhales. The warm vapor of his whiskey-scented breath is visible in the cold air as he rounds the furthest point of the trail and turns the sleigh for home.

dividers by @stcvcngrant

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greycaelum · 10 months

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So.. I was wondering... Does anyone crave the idea of an Elf King Satoru utterly whipped for a village maiden who ran away from home and welcomes her to the woods, with him making her his only Queen?

A lil spin off from this fic

Please someone tell me I'm not the only one obsessing over a pretty Elf King Satoru, showering his beloved all the exotic flowers from the forest, dressing her in silk, taking her in walks over the garden he built solely for her, letting her sit on the back of his equine as he walks holding the reigns in their stroll, letting her braid his long ethereal hair, and making flower crowns for him AHHHHHHHH 😭 ok I'm shutting up 🥲 I'm so down for this trope I don't even know why

#[grey talks: ✒️☕]#does anyone want an elf gojo?#me: TWO ARMS RAISED #jjk elf au #elf gojo #gojo satoru imagines #gojo satoru fanfic

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cosmiccowboystuddies · 16 days

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𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲𝐛𝐥𝐫. 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨

hi.... I don't know where to start here so I just thought I could give you a little information about me.

I started this blog because I find it hard to motivate myself to study. It's the end of my second semester in college, and it didn't go the way I planned. I read somewhere that romanticizing life doesn't mean push away the ugly parts, but find the beauty in the ugly parts.

I started this blog because I thought it would be a good way to develop aqantiences who are focused on education and hold myself accountable. Besides I thought it would be fun.

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞:

i have adhd

name: call me cowboy

pronouns: she/her (work in progress)

college: freshman studying animal science with a minor in equine science

sports; IHSA Equestrian

hobbies: reading, writing, horseback riding, art

fun facts

i have a dog named Roseter

i went to a fine arts school

i listened to 2000 minutes of Hoizer in the month of January

i am a certified cinephile ( Ik how obnixous that sounds)

𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐬

go to the gym ( get physically stronger)

eat better & drink water

keep a journal

Latin

write daily

study daily

dress better

write personal essays

current events/projects

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cupidssorbett · 1 year

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“Save a horse, Ride a cowboy.”

Agent whisky x Cowgirl/Rancher Reader.

Summary: Reader assists whisky with a more on edge mission in saving some animals from corrupt people. What happens when things go a bit south after?

Includes: Flirty whisky, Fluff in the beginning, Filth half way through, Hair pulling, Oral (M & F receiving), P in V.

Word count: 2,074

★Please read! ★ This obviously contains smut so you are reading at your own volition! Expect the others coming soon!

By Cupid.

"You two are all set," Ginger spoke, adjusting the strap around your waist giving you a smile. "Thanks Ginge," You hummed, putting the weapon in it's place. "Now where's that cowb-" You let out a squeak as a pair of hands landed on your waist a picked you up. "Right here sugar." Whisky gave you a wink, a toothpick resting between his teeth.

You laughed looking at him, "Though I'd hafta leave without you for a second there." Quickly you reached up and took his hat placing it over your head. "You wouldn't," He stated plain and simple setting you down and taking the hat back. "Alright you two, Let's get movin' The vans waiting for you too." Ginger nodded her head to the doors. "Goodluck."

"Hey, We don't need no luck. We're the best team there is!" You smiled nudging your partner as he gave you his signature smirk and a wink. "In more ways than just work, ain't that right darlin'?" You smacked his chest lightly. "Whisky! Sweet Jesus, let's just go already." You sighed grabbing your own hat & the keys off the desk and heading out a laughing whisky not far behind you.

You both hopped in the van, heading out as fast as the van would allow you too as Ginge began to brief you guys over the headsets. With your eyes focused on the dirt roads ahead and your mind focused on listening to Ginger you failed to notice a hand making it's way onto and up your thigh. "Whisky." You whispered harshly moving his hand away. "What was that?" You cleared your throat, "Nothin' Ginger just thought I saw something." Lying as smoothly as you could giving your partner a harsh look.

All he did was wink and blow you a kiss chuckling to himself as he looked back out the road. "Well then, that's as much as I have for you two. You should be closing in on the place soon. Remember in and out." You both gave her the 'ok' before she gave you the directions of where to put the van for discreetness. "Remember, you two are interested in the horses they've got here. Get pictures, Any evidence. Just don't disrupt anything, with the amount of stuff they could have you ought to be careful. Goodluck." Then with that it was time for you two to get the job done.

You flipped the belt to hide any kind of weaponry, and began your way up to the large farm like area. "State your business here." Two burly men looked down at the two of you. "We're here to look at the extraordinary race horses we've heard so much about, Unless we've got it wrong?" Whiskey asked slyly pulling his sunglasses down to look at the two men. Who in exchange looked at one another, then a rather dazzling dressed man all in a rhinestone cowboy get up opened the doors. "Ah! You must be Mr. Vanholten and Mrs. Heimer. I've been expecting you two." He held out his gloved hands as you two shook them.

You gave whisky a look, Those weren't the name you two would be going along with but it was getting you in quicker. "Come in, We've got the finest racing horses. Only the best!" You looked around, the poor things were in the worst conditions. "How do you get such..strong racin' horses?" Whisky asked, giving you a chance to sneak some pictures and such. "Well between you and me, we've got some outsiders giving us some strong stuff to keep these equines as fast as they are now." The round man before you smiled proudly adjusting his rhinestone coat.

You swear you could've socked him right then and there for practically drugging these horses. "But between you and me.." That's when you hit record hiding it in your sleeve discreetly. "We don't just use it for the horses, if you catch my drift." Whisky's jaw tensed a bit before he nodded. "Well I'll be damned you've got some fine hor-" The doors opened wide as you looked over quickly. "Boss, We've got Mr. Vanholten and Mrs. Heimer. here to look for some new horses." He looked at the man and woman then the two of you. "But I have them right here." He motioned to you two. "Well we've just checked their IDs and they seem to be the real thing." You muttered a quick 'shit.' giving Whisky a look. Taking a quick look around as everything seemed to move in slow motion. A horse not too far from you would be a good way out and fast. There was no way you'd get past the burly men.

"Whisky, Come on!" You grabbed his hand pulling him outta the way of the big men as more came barreling through. Quickly leaping over the metal fence and over the horse. "Sugar we can't just get on and go." He motioned, "Well we hafta!" You hoisted yourself up and over, "Now c'mon." You took his hand and helped him up. With a quick call the horse was up and over, racing towards the now closing metal doors. You kept muttering a 'come on,' One hand holding on tightly to the horses mane as Whisky kept his hands 'round your waist.

With what seemed like luck to you, you made it out on time. The doors shutting on the yelling man. You just kept going, you couldn't stop not until that place was nowhere in sight. "Darlin'! You can stop, You can slow down now!" Whisky called to you, snapping you out have it. You slowed the horse down, letting out a sigh that broke in a laugh. "Whisky I can't believe I did that, I- I did in a spur of the moment kind of situation. There was no way we'd get out to the van and-" He just shushed you, "Hey you got us out of there, as well as one of these poor fellas. I reckon we've got room on the ranch?" You sighed leaning back into him and nodding. "I reckon we do, Now ring up Ginger and tell her we wanna come on home and that we'll need a trailer." He just chuckled kissing your cheek and nodding.-

When you had arrived back Ginger had wanted to do some tests, but it was gettin' late and the poor thing looked more tired by the second. So, you refused for the time being saying that in the morning she could come by and the two of you could get a look at the fella better. You and Whisky brought him back, and Whisky insisted he take the horse for ya and that you should go shower. You sighed and smiled a him taking your hat off and stealing his. "Alright, See you inside Cowboy." You didn't waste time heading inside putting his hat on the bed and getting into the warm shower the water hitting your skin making you feel refreshed.

You grabbed your towel wrapping it around yourself and using another one to dry your hair. Humming a tune as you walked outta the master bedrooms bathroom, your husband sitting on the bed his hat back on his head. Tip toeing over you traced your fingertips along his neck getting his attention. "Well Cowboy I think we did damn good. We at least saved on of those poor things," You sat down beside him.

He looked at you smiling, planting a kiss on your lips. "And I mean..You know what they say, Save a horse, Ride a cowboy." You smirked looking at him pulling your towel to the side exposing your wet body to him. He sighed dramatically taking his hat off and placing it at his chest. "Goodness Sugar, What are you tryin' to do to me." He leaned in kissing you harder, your hands went to finding his shirt and jacket tugging at them. Making him break away to undress. You smiled looking at him through your lashes, biting your lip gently. "You enjoyin' the show over there?" You hummed in response to his question. Sitting back and carefully opening your legs. "Sweet Jesus Darlin', You really are trying to kill me aren't you." He groaned his belt and pants hitting the floor. A prominent tent in his boxers as he leaned forward, his hands clinging to your (skintone) thighs.

Massaging them in his hands, planting kisses everywhere and anywhere but where you wanted him. Desperately. "Whisky, Please." You sighed leaning your head back then looking at him again. "Shh, I'm getting to the best part Honey." He leaned forward his dark eyes focused on yours as he licked a long stripe up your wet pussy. Your hand flew to your mouth. "Ah-Ah, I wanna hear you." He pulled your hand down and away as he brought his fingers to your dripping hole, dipping one in causing you to inhale eyes fluttering. "Ohh whiskyyy.." You dragged it out. "That's it," He smirked into your cunt, licking again as he added another finger in pumping.

It felt like your head was spinning as you cried out, his tongue focusing your clit. making you bite your lip instinctively. It felt too good, too much. The knot in your stomach forming. "Shit, Shit right there Whisky," You sighed out, your hand finding his dark hair. You could swear his smiling into as you continued to cry, your thighs clamping down on his head. Your pussy fluttering around his fingers as you came, your head lolling back,

He hummed and sat up a bit. "Taste as sweet as pie darlin' Can't ever get enough of ya." You pulled him down to kiss you, your tongue on his tasting a bit of yourself. You could feel him grinding his bulge in you. Resting your hands on his rest you pushed him back, "Whisky, come sit." You patted the spot where you were as you got onto your knees on the floor. "Oh darlin' Come on." He chuckled, "I insist, Can't leave me without a snack." You smiled winking at him as he sat before you.

Running your finger tips over the now wet spot in his boxers. Palming him through his boxers. "Shoot sweetheart.." He said breathlessly running a hand over his mouth. You smiled at him making eye contact as you pulled his briefs down your hand flying over running over his tip. He groaned loudly heading leaning back. You leaned forward placing butterfly kisses on his lean and tall cock, before your mouth fully covered as much as you could. Bobbing your head fast then slow, your hand pumping what you couldn't take.

He hissed lightly at the teasing before he murmured a 'Fuck it,' he thrusted up lightly making you gag. His eyes looking at yours through your now watery eyes. You moved faster, your hand fondling him. "Shit, Darlin'." He pulled you off trying not to hurt you. "You did say save a horse, ride a cowboy. Time for the cowboy part." He got you onto the bed making sure you were comfortable.

"Ain't you eag- Oh my!" He drilled into you quick and fast. You noises muffled by the pillows until his hand grabbed hold of your hair bring your head up, a loud 'Ohhh!' coming out and a few mewls and cries. "That's it sugar, be as loud as you want." He leaned forward going deeper, peppering your shoulders and neck in kisses. Before he leaned back pulling out fully causing you to whine then cry out his name again as he went back in starting a steady pace.

"Shit sweetheart..Your so goddamn perfect. I don't think I'm gonna last long." He snaked his other hand away from your hips and to your clit as you held onto the headboard, rubbing slow then fast circles. Your noises becoming louder by the second and more breathless, your pussy walls tightened around him. "Shit- Shit, Whisky..I'm close!" You called out, He nodded fervently. "I am too sugar," his pace picked up and you gripped the headboard as you came, you swore you saw stars for a second there. Snapping back as he pumped into you slowing down.

You let out a breathless laugh, "I wouldn't say that was much riding cowboy." He leaned down letting go of your hair and kissing you pulling out. "Eh, We can save that for another time."

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