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[stumbles into you ask box]
โthe worst part is that i trust you. more than anyone else. and it kills me.โ
"i kissed someone to forget you. didnโt work. shocking, right?"
โyou said you hated me. so why did you come looking when i left?โ
- vidal/agnes pls ๐ซก๐
(or just one of these if 3 is too much! Thank youuu ๐ซถ๐ฝ)
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โthe worst part is that i trust you. more than anyone else. and it kills me.โ
FEATURING MY COWBOY!AU OF AGNES AND VIDAL! ๐ค ๐ค ๐๐ต
yee fucking haw but not in the way you expect it to be!
We Ride at Dusk playlist
She rode in from town before the sky could even blush pink; not unlike her face and neck when I pressed my lips to them and smothered her in kisses and soft bites. Her hat was pulled down low over her eyes and I couldn't tell if they were cloudless blue or, the way the sky changes darker when the stars come out. Deep and brooding.
That was Agnes all the time, unless of course, she had that smirk splayed upon her lips like someone holding back a secret. She didn't have many of them, secrets, not with how the way she looked at me and let her fingers dance upon my forever-warm skin.
"Why the hell do we stay out here anyway?"
I could tell she didn't mean what she said as she dropped from her horse and led him away over to mine. I waited for Agnes to come back; waited for her to tip her hat back so I could say my answer to her face.
But, she never tipped it back. She just ducked her way into our tent and waited for me to follow her inside.
"Ask me again, Agnes."
She turned her head to look at me and scanned my face as if all the answers to life out here would be revealed. Her chin jutted forward and her voice dropped low as she started undressing in front of me.
"Why the hell...do we stay out here?"
I know I couldn't look away from her; not with the look she was giving me in return. She was gauging just how quick she needed to be to make an exit or, how many steps to fully embrace me depending on my answer she was waiting for to fall out of my mouth.
"Because, Agnes, no one out there wants either of us..."
This landscape is unrelenting in ways people believe they know but fail to ever discover, experience. She and I knew it always, like an extra sun-bleached bone in our bodies that never failed to remind us that we were different.
Harsh and hot; mysterious and cold. These two things existed in tandem just like the two of us. Dancing always between beautiful and terrifying.
That lazy, sly grin bloomed over Agnes' lips before she licked them and stared me down like I was the only source of life left in the desert.
In some ways, I fully was.
The worst part was that sometimes, Agnes didn't realize it. Those were times, like now, where she kicked off her dust-coated boots and dropped to the floor of the tent and found herself rummaging through her things as if a thief had come in here during the night and stole her reasons.
She was, at times, someone without reason. No thief could take what wasn't there.
"What happened this morning?"
It was my turn to ask questions as Agnes turned to watch me from over her bare shoulder.
"You joining me?"
Her response flew over my words in a desperate attempt to dodge and seduce me at the same time.
Snake coiling around a mouse.
Her face was open and unafraid and that made me feel the same, so much so that I did decide to join her. I undressed as if my clothes were suddenly set on fire from the desert heat that still managed to seep into our tent.
I heard her blow air out through her nose and shift her weight against the floor of the tent as if that phantom limb between her legs was making her uncomfortable. I didn't dare look down into her lap as she turned herself around to face me.
"The people in town don't like me...or you..."
"I wonder why that is."
She snorted louder and drew her leg up and away; sitting with one knee up to her chest and her left leg down straight out on the floor. Her right forearm rested on her high knee which caused her right breast to raise slightly.
She looked dangerous; just like the scorpions that hid in between the cool, shaded rocks. She wanted me to put my hand in between her and wait foolishly for her to strike.
I watched her watch me as I took two and a half steps over to her before I myself dropped to my hands and knees in between her strong legs. She blew out her cheeks; prideful and smug. The scorpion was winning ever so slowly.
"The people in town...think we're up to no good..."
Agnes whispered as her eyes fell to stare at my bottom lip. Her hand reached out to cup the side of my face and her calloused thumb brushed over the curve of my jaw which ticked in anticipation against her skin.
I melted, like most things do in the desert, under that touch. Craved it like the last drop of water from my canteen. Desired it like the last wool blanket thrown over myself in the dangerously cold night.
"The people...don't trust us, Vidal..."
Slow and steady like a desert tortoise, Agnes' words fell from her chapped lips before she pulled me closer. Her mouth ghosted against mine but not fully; not sealing just yet so I, could get my final words in before she struck.
"The worst part is...that I trust you...more than anyone else...and it kills me..."
The moan that rose from her throat invoked my own before we drew together in a heavy kiss. We shut one another up as her hand left my face for more pressing areas of my body. She drew me in close so was basically sitting on her lap with the gnawing desire in the pit of my stomach to help myself.
The shy go hungry or so it was said.
I lifted myself up from her and heard a frustrating moan tumble from her lips. She watched in fury as I moved away, as if I was dissing her and her attempt to woo me even more than she already had. My right hand reached out to her, to her base so I could hold her steady as I sat myself down onto her cock.
The moan that fell from her lips then was like water hitting the hot sand; sizzling out with such intensity that her hands flew up and grabbed my hips and pushed me down without a second thought. I felt myself fill and stretch and knew for a fact that she was trying her hardest to twitch inside of me.
"Tell me...Vidal...please..."
Agnes really had to force her words out as she helped guide my hips; rolling and grinding down onto her. Her skin was sticky and hot; coated always with a sheen of sweat. The hair on her body curled with moisture just like the ends of her ponytail and it made me smile to see her so vulnerable in front of me, below me.
"...I'll never be able...to get away from you..not ever..."
Agnes threw her head back and let her mouth fall open; eyes closing and the lines between her eyebrows deepened. Those blunt nails of hers dug in deeper, pressed into my hip bones as she lunged upwards in her movements. She wanted me dangerously filled; bubbling over with so much satisfaction that there would be no reason ever for me to get away.
The image of Agnes' wrist rolling with the itchy coil of rope held loose in her fingers seeped into my mind as I let my body take over and my mind drift away. Her wrist kept rolling before she whistled long and loud and the flick of her wrist came forward and the rope left her fingers. She had managed to wrangle in something out in that valley; something that she wasn't going to let get away.
"comeonVidal...come for me...you...sweetfucking thing...fuck..."
I tried to pull my mind back as Agnes' words pressed into the side of my face; hot and wet just as the growing intensity between our legs had followed suit. She knew I was close by the way my breath continued to hitch higher in my throat before it evaporated into nothing and then, like a clash of thunder, a deep, rolling wave fell in a low moan.
I fell forward then, exhausted from her and from the way my body took too much that it was almost too much. I could feel my lower abdomen hold tight and then relax and a deep, sinking feeling filled me and I felt a warm rush not unlike those falls Agnes and I had rode out to see. I felt her hand move around my hip to rub at my lower back; lazy and desperate as she soothed me down from my orgasm. I took my chances here to breathe large mouthfuls of air.
The rope tightened then around my neck and the crunch of boots against hot rocks and sand came closer. It was Agnes, always Agnes as she stood there before me with the sun at her back. Hat tipped low so I couldn't see her eyes; secrets she couldn't hide from me.
Not now, not ever.
#Ask#Marvel#Agatha All Along#Cowboy!Agnes O'Connor#Cowboy!Vidal#Cowboy!AU#Writing#Writing prompts#YEE FUCKING HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW#I'm obsessed with this AU and I got 3 more coming for AAA week based on some of the prompts and I cannot WAIT for ya'll to read them#ALL OF THEM ARE ALSO WRITTEN IN VIDAL'S POV#SO?#HOW ARE WE FEELING?#DO WE LIKE THESE TWO IN THIS AU?#BECAUSE I'M OBSESSED WITH THEM#๐ค ๐๐ต#Butch!Agatha#Agnes O'Connor#Rio Vidal
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๐คฃ๐๐๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ฅฐ๐๐คฉ๐๐โบ๏ธ๐๐๐ฅฒ๐๐คฉ๐๐โบ๏ธ๐๐๐ฅฒ๐๐๐๐คช๐๐ค๐ค๐คญ๐ซข๐ซฃ๐คซ๐ค๐ซก๐ค๐คจ๐๐๐ถ๐ซฅ๐ถโ๐ซ๏ธ๐๐๐๐ฌ๐ฎโ๐จ๐คฅ๐ซจ๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐๐ช๐คค๐ด๐ท๐ค๐ค๐คข๐คฎ๐คง๐ฅต๐ฅถ๐ฅด๐ต๐ตโ๐ซ๐คฏ๐ค ๐ฅณ๐ฅธ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ซค๐๐โน๏ธ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ฅบ๐ฅน๐ฆ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฑ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐ฅฑ๐ค๐ก๐ ๐คฌ๐๐ฟ๐โ ๏ธ๐ฉ๐คก๐น๐บ๐ป๐ฝ๐พ๐ค๐บ๐ธ๐น๐ป๐ผ๐ฝ๐๐ฟ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โฃ๏ธ๐โค๏ธโ๐ฅโค๏ธโ๐ฉนโค๏ธ๐ฉท๐งก๐๐๐๐ฉต๐๐ค๐ค๐ฉถ๐ค๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฆ๐จ๐ณ๐ฃ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฏ๐ญ๐ค๐๐ค๐โ๏ธ๐๐ซฑ๐ซฒ๐ซณ๐ซด๐ซท๐ซธ๐๐ค๐คโ๏ธ๐ค๐ซฐ๐ค๐ค๐ค๐๐๐๐๐โ๏ธ๐ซต๐๐โ๏ธ๐๐ค๐ค๐๐๐ซถ๐๐คฒ๐ค๐โ๏ธ๐
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๐คด๐ธ๐ณโโ๏ธ๐ณโโ๏ธ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ง๐คตโโ๏ธ๐คตโโ๏ธ๐คต๐ฐโโ๏ธ๐ฐโโ๏ธ๐ฐ๐คฐ๐ซ๐ซ๐คฑ๐จโ๐ผ๐ฉโ๐ผ๐งโ๐ผ๐ผ๐
๐คถ๐งโ๐๐ฆธโโ๏ธ๐ฆธโโ๏ธ๐ฆธ๐ฆนโโ๏ธ๐ฆนโโ๏ธ๐ฆน๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐ง๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐ถโโ๏ธ๐ถโโ๏ธโโก๏ธ๐ถโโ๏ธ๐ถโโ๏ธโโก๏ธ๐ถ๐ถโโก๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธโโก๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธโโก๏ธ๐ง๐งโโก๏ธ๐จโ๐ฆฏ๐จโ๐ฆฏโโก๏ธ๐ฉโ๐ฆฏ๐ฉโ๐ฆฏโโก๏ธ๐งโ๐ฆฏ๐งโ๐ฆฏโโก๏ธ๐จโ๐ฆผ๐จโ๐ฆผโโก๏ธ๐ฉโ๐ฆผ๐ฉโ๐ฆผโโก๏ธ๐งโ๐ฆผ๐งโ๐ฆผโโก๏ธ๐จโ๐ฆฝ๐จโ๐ฆฝโโก๏ธ๐ฉโ๐ฆฝ๐ฉโ๐ฆฝโโก๏ธ๐งโ๐ฆฝ๐งโ๐ฆฝโโก๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธโโก๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธโโก๏ธ๐๐โโก๏ธ๐บ๐๐ด๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐ฏ๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐คบ๐โท๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐ฃโโ๏ธ๐ฃโโ๏ธ๐ฃ๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐โน๏ธโโ๏ธโน๏ธโโ๏ธโน๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐ดโโ๏ธ๐ดโโ๏ธ๐ด๐ตโโ๏ธ๐ตโโ๏ธ๐ต๐คธโโ๏ธ๐คธโโ๏ธ๐คธ๐คผโโ๏ธ๐คผโโ๏ธ๐คผ๐คฝโโ๏ธ๐คฝโโ๏ธ๐คฝ๐คพโโ๏ธ๐คพโโ๏ธ๐คพ๐คนโโ๏ธ๐คนโโ๏ธ๐คน๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐๐๐ฌ๐ซ๐ญ๐งโ๐คโ๐ง๐จโโค๏ธโ๐โ๐จ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐โ๐จ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐โ๐ฉ๐๐จโโค๏ธโ๐จ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐จ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐ฉ๐๐ฉโ๐ฉโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐ง๐ฉโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐ฆโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ง๐จโ๐ฆ๐ฉโ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฅ๏ธ๐ซ๐ฃ๐งโ๐งโ๐ง๐งโ๐งโ๐งโ๐ง๐งโ๐ง๐งโ๐งโ๐ง๐ต๐๐ฆ๐ฆง๐ถ๐๐ฆฎ๐โ๐ฆบ๐ฉ๐บ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐๐โโฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐
๐๐ด๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆฌ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ท๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ช๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ฆฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐๐๐น๐ฐ๐๐ฟ๐ฆซ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ป๐จ๐ปโโ๏ธ๐ผ๐ฆฅ๐ฆฆ๐ฆจ๐ฆ๐ฆก๐พ๐ฆ๐๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ง๐๐ฆ
๐ฆ๐ฆข๐ฆ๐ฆค๐ชถ๐ฆฉ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ชฝ๐ฆโโฌ๐ชฟ๐ฆโ๐ฅ๐ธ๐๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ณ๐๐ฌ๐ฆญ๐๐ ๐ก๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ชธ๐ชผ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ชฒ๐๐ฆ๐ท๐ชณ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ชฐ๐ชฑ๐ฆ ๐๐ธ๐ฎ๐ชท๐ต๐น๐ฅ๐บ๐ป๐ผ๐ท๐ชปโ๏ธ๐ฑ๐ชด๐ฒ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐พ๐ฟโ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐ชน๐ชบ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅญ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐
๐ซ๐ฅฅ๐โ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฅฌ๐ฅฆ๐ง๐ง
๐๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ซ๐โ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฅจ๐ฅฏ๐ฅ๐ง๐ง๐๐๐ฅฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ฅช๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ง๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฅฃ๐ฅ๐ฟ๐ง๐ง๐ฅซ๐ฑ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฆช๐ค๐ฅ๐ฅฎ๐ก๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅก๐ฆ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ช๐๐ฐ๐ง๐ฅง๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฅโ๏ธ๐ซ๐ต๐ถ๐พ๐ท๐ธ๐น๐บ๐ป๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฅค๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ฅข๐ฝ๐ด๐ฅ๐ช๐ซ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐งญ๐โฐ๏ธ๐๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐งฑ๐ชจ๐ชต๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฉ๐ช๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐๐ผ๐ฝโช๏ธ๐๐๐โฉ๏ธ๐โฒ๏ธโบ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐ต๐ฆฝ๐ฆผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ด๐น๐ผ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ขโฝ๏ธ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐๐งโ๏ธ๐โต๏ธ๐ถ๐ค๐ณโด๏ธ๐ฅ๐ขโ๏ธ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ช๐บ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฐ๐๐ธ๐๐งณโ๏ธโณ๏ธโ๏ธโฐ๏ธโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ค๐๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐กโ๏ธ๐๐๐ชโญ๏ธ๐๐ ๐โ๏ธโ
๏ธโ๏ธ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ช๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐๐โ๏ธโ๏ธโฑ๏ธโก๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐๐งจโจ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐งง๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐๐
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โณ๏ธโธ๏ธ๐ฃ๐คฟ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ท๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ช๐ช๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ช๐งฟ๐ชฌ๐ฎ๐น๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฒ๐งฉ๐งธ๐ช
๐ชฉ๐ชโ ๏ธโฅ๏ธโฆ๏ธโฃ๏ธโ๏ธ๐๐๐ด๐ญ๐ผ๐จ๐งต๐ชก๐งถ๐ชข๐๐ถ๐ฅฝ๐ฅผ๐ฆบ๐๐๐๐งฃ๐งค๐งฅ๐งฆ๐๐๐ฅป๐ฉฑ๐ฉฒ๐ฉณ๐๐๐ชญ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฉด๐๐๐ฅพ๐ฅฟ๐ ๐ก๐ฉฐ๐ข๐ชฎ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐งข๐ชโ๏ธ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ฃ๐ฏ๐๐๐ผ๐ต๐ถ๐๐๐๐ค๐ง๐ป๐ท๐ช๐ธ๐น๐บ๐ป๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐ช๐ช๐ฑ๐ฒโ๏ธ๐๐๐ ๐๐ชซ๐๐ป๐ฅ๐จโจ๏ธ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐พ๐ฟ๐๐งฎ๐ฅ๐๐ฝ๐ฌ๐บ๐ท๐ธ๐น๐ผ๐๐๐ฏ๐ก๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฐ๐๐๐๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ท๐ธ๐ณ๐งพโ๏ธ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ช๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ณโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐จ๐ชโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ ๐กโ๏ธ๐ซ๐ช๐น๐ก๐ช๐ง๐ช๐ฉโ๏ธ๐โ๏ธ๐ฆฏ๐โ๏ธโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐ช๐งฐ๐งฒ๐ชโ๏ธ๐งช๐งซ๐งฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฉธ๐๐ฉน๐ฉผ๐ฉบ๐ฉป๐ช๐๐ช๐ช๐๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ช ๐ฟ๐๐ชค๐ช๐งด๐งท๐งน๐งบ๐งป๐ชฃ๐งผ๐ซง๐ชฅ๐งฝ๐งฏ๐๐ฌโฐ๏ธ๐ชฆโฑ๏ธ๐ฟ๐ชง๐ชช๐ง๐ฎ๐ฐโฟ๏ธ๐น๐บ๐ป๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐๐
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๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโฉ๏ธโช๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๏ธ๐โก๏ธโธ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ๏ธโฆ๏ธโช๏ธโฎ๏ธ๐๐ฏ๐ชฏโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐๐๐โถ๏ธโฉ๏ธโญ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ๏ธโช๏ธโฎ๏ธ๐ผโซ๏ธ๐ฝโฌ๏ธโธ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ฆ๐
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๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโฐ๏ธโฟ๏ธใฝ๏ธโณ๏ธโด๏ธโ๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโข๏ธ#๏ธโฃ*๏ธโฃ0๏ธโฃ1๏ธโฃ2๏ธโฃ3๏ธโฃ4๏ธโฃ5๏ธโฃ6๏ธโฃ7๏ธโฃ8๏ธโฃ9๏ธโฃ๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ค๐
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ฟ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ท๏ธ๐ถ๏ธ๐ฏ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐น๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ฒ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ธ๏ธ๐ด๏ธ๐ณ๏ธใ๏ธใ๏ธ๐บ๏ธ๐ต๏ธ๐ด๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ต๐ฃ๐คโช๏ธโซ๏ธ๐ฅ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ซโฌโฌ๏ธโผ๏ธโป๏ธโพ๏ธโฝ๏ธโช๏ธโซ๏ธ๐ถ๏ธ๐ท๏ธ๐ธ๏ธ๐น๏ธ๐บ๏ธ๐ป๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ณ๐๐ฉ๐ด๐ณ๐ณ๏ธโ๐๐ณ๏ธโโง๏ธ๐ดโโ ๏ธ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ธ๐ฆ๐น๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ผ๐ฆ๐ฝ๐ฆ๐ฟ๐ง๐ฆ๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐ง๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ๐ง๐ญ๐ง๐ฎ๐ง๐ฏ๐ง๐ฑ๐ง๐ฒ๐ง๐ณ๐ง๐ด๐ง๐ถ๐ง๐ท๐ง๐ธ๐ง๐น๐ง๐ป๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ผ๐ง๐พ๐ง๐ฟ๐จ๐ฆ๐จ๐จ๐จ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐จ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐จ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฑ๐จ๐ฒ๐จ๐ณ๐จ๐ด๐จ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐จ๐ท๐จ๐บ๐จ๐ป๐จ๐ผ๐จ๐ฝ๐จ๐พ๐จ๐ฟ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฟ๐ช๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ช๐ช๐ช๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ธ๐ช๐น๐ช๐บ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ด๐ซ๐ท๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ต๐ฌ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ท๐ฌ๐ธ๐ฌ๐น๐ฌ๐บ๐ฌ๐ผ๐ฌ๐พ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ณ๐ญ๐ท๐ญ๐น๐ญ๐บ๐ฎ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฎ๐น๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฐ๐ท๐ฐ๐ผ๐ฐ๐พ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ง๐ฑ๐จ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ท๐ฑ๐ธ๐ฑ๐น๐ฑ๐บ๐ฑ๐ป๐ฑ๐พ๐ฒ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐ช๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ด๐ฒ๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฒ๐ธ๐ฒ๐น๐ฒ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐พ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ณ๐จ๐ณ๐ช๐ณ๐ซ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ด๐ณ๐ต๐ณ๐ท๐ณ๐บ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ด๐ฒ๐ต๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ต๐ซ๐ต๐ฌ๐ต๐ญ๐ต๐ฐ๐ต๐ฑ๐ต๐ฒ๐ต๐ณ๐ต๐ท๐ต๐ธ๐ต๐น๐ต๐ผ๐ต๐พ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ท๐ด๐ท๐ธ๐ท๐บ๐ท๐ผ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ธ๐ง๐ธ๐จ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ธ๐ช๐ธ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ญ๐ธ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ณ๐ธ๐ด๐ธ๐ท๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐น๐ธ๐ป๐ธ๐ฝ๐ธ๐พ๐ธ๐ฟ๐น๐ฆ๐น๐จ๐น๐ฉ๐น๐ซ๐น๐ฌ๐น๐ญ๐น๐ฏ๐น๐ฐ๐น๐ฑ๐น๐ฒ๐น๐ณ๐น๐ด๐น๐ท๐น๐น๐น๐ป๐น๐ผ๐น๐ฟ๐บ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฌ๐บ๐ฒ๐บ๐ณ๐บ๐ธ๐บ๐พ๐บ๐ฟ๐ป๐ฆ๐ป๐จ๐ป๐ช๐ป๐ฌ๐ป๐ฎ๐ป๐ณ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐ซ๐ผ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฐ๐พ๐ช๐พ๐น๐ฟ๐ฆ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ณ๓ ฃ๓ ด๓ ฟ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ท๓ ฌ๓ ณ๓ ฟ
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๐ค ๐ GIDDY UP ๐ด๐๐ JINGLE WHORE!!! ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐๐ฅ๐๐
โ๏ธ๐๐น๐ SEXMAS ๐โ๏ธโ๏ธ๐
๐ท๐๐โค๏ธ is here ๐คฉ and Uโve sure been N A U G T H Yโฆ!! ๐๐คญ๐คค๐๐๐ All year ๐
Santa ๐
๐ has been watching ๐๏ธ u FAP ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ and tonite ๐โจ heโs cumming ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ท to give u his ๐ณ๐ BIG PACKAGE!!!! ๐๐๐คค To get gingerBRED ๐ช๐๐ just ๐ฌ๐ญ๐
POP๐ฅ๐คธ that Peppermint Pussy ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ n wait under the mistleHOE ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ฑ with a nice cup of hot COCKolate โ๏ธ๐๐ฅ Jolly Old ๐
Saint DICK ๐๐๐ will shove ๐ his ๐๐ฆ๐ข Jingle Balls ๐ด๐๐คค๐ฆ right down โฌ๏ธโฌ๐ฝ ur ๐ฃ TiGHT lil CHIMNEY! ๐๐ซ๐คค๐ U better watch outโฆ ๐๐ hes ๐
gonna make u cry ๐ฑ๐๐ฉ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฆ Time is tickling โฐโฐ SEND ๐๐ฒ this ๐คณ to TEN (๐) FESTIVE FREAKS ๐
๐ฟ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐บ if u get ๐ BACK your a ๐คค๐ STUFFED STOCKING SLORE ๐๐งฆ๐๐๐ป๐๐ณ get 5๏ธโฃ BACK and ur a ๐๐๐ Horny Xmas Ham ๐๐ท๐คช๐ชต๐ฅ๐๐ but if u get 0๏ธโฃ back ๐ต u got a ๐ฅ DRY C๐
พ๏ธAL CUNT ๐ง๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฑ๐ฅฒ๐
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want to draw moody cowboy c rowley piece realy really really bad bad bad real bad ๐ตโ
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xiaoven wild west au ๐ค ๐๐ต
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abel stimboard with cowboy themed stims ๐๐๐ ๐ข / ๐พ / ๐ฅ ๐ / ๐ฝ๏ธ / ๐ค ๐ต / ๐ช / ๐๏ธ
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05 / 05 / 2025 ๐ต๐ค ๐
sorry for the lack of art altogether for the past many months
Arthur Morgan has me by the balls rn so i'm studying his face the past few days - his likeness is pretty damn difficult to capture
pray for me on my Red Dead journey
#no spoilers please im only a bit way through chapter 5 ;;#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#arthur morgan#my art#sketchbook
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Tomorrow, I'll receive the email to create a new AO3 account, and I'll be uploading all the chapters of America's Monster (up to where we left off), with a few changes regarding the relationship between Jonas and AdlerโI want to make Jonas more wary of Adler. Tomorrow will also mark the release of the first chapter of Russell Adler x OC When Iron Meets the Wild, a new addition to the list.
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WHEN IRON MEETS THE WILD In an alternate Wild West, the world is split between the Iron Men and the Wild Beasts. The Iron Men came with guns, trains, and ambition. The Beasts were here long before them โ men and women able to transform into animals, living in harmony with the untamed land now under siege. Shalaqeen is one of the last free Beasts. She takes the form of a mountain lion, a fierce protector of her dwindling tribe. But when she is finally captured, sheโs thrown into a world of cages, chains, and cruel performances. Her tamer is Adler โ the most renowned beastmaster in the territories, and a man who has never failed to break a creature. But Shalaqeen is no ordinary prize. She refuses to bow. In this war between steel and spirit, perhaps itโs the wild heart that will rewrite the rules.
#EnemiesToLovers โค๏ธโ๐ฅ#HeFallsFirst๐น #WildWestAU ๐ต๐#CowboyRussellAdler ๐ค
The forest shimmered under the high sun, bathed in a warm, golden haze. Sunlight pierced through the dense canopy in sharp shafts, painting the forest floor in a mosaic of light and shadow that shifted with the rustling leaves. Dust motes floated lazily in the air, catching the glow like tiny sparks suspended in time. Somewhere in the distance, a hawk cried out, its sharp call echoing between the canyon walls.
The red rock formations loomed like ancient guardians, their surfaces scorched by centuries of wind and sun. Jagged and majestic, they carved a path through the wildland, canyons yawning below like open mouths drinking in the sky. Vines crawled over their faces, stubborn green against the rust-colored stone. The wind moved like a living thing โ not violent, but knowing โ slipping through cracks in the rock, brushing over treetops, and threading itself around the trunks like an invisible snake. It carried with it the scents of warm pine, dry earth, and the faint trace of smoke from a distant fire.
Above it all stretched a sky so wide it felt endless, a deep, unmarred blue. Cotton-white clouds drifted across it, slow and heavy with summer heat, their bellies glowing gold where the sun touched them.
Shalaqeen lay stretched out on a grassy ridge, where the green met the burnished edge of the canyon. A single blade of grass rested between her lips, swaying gently as she chewed without thought. Her amber eyes were fixed on the sky above, watching the clouds drift โ no destination, no urgency. Just freedom. Stray curls of her dark hair had escaped the long braid down her back, caught by the wind and dancing around her face like restless spirits. Her clothing was simple โ a blend of soft leather and handwoven fabric, light enough for movement, tough enough for survival. It clung to her in places where muscle met motion, worn smooth by use rather than vanity.
To be continued... tomorrow ๐
#russell adler#call of duty#russell adler fanfiction#russell adler x bell#adlerbell#adler x bell#russell adler smut#black ops cold war#robert redford#russell adler fic#russell adler x oc#russell adler fanart#russell adler art#book illustration#cod fanart#adler fanart#old wild west#love story#forbidden love#fiction#wattpad#wattpad writer#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#fanfiction#original work
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COWBOY ID PACK
NAMES๏ธฐโabeline.โadeline.โalfred.โanderson.โannie.โarcher.โarthur.โash.โaspen.โaustin.โautomata.โaxel.โbarett.โbeau.โbeckett.โbelle.โbennett.โbetty.โbilly.โblaise.โboone.โbree.โbrooks.โbryce.โcade.โcaleb.โcallen.โcallie.โcalvin.โcarson.โcasey.โcassidy.โchance.โchase.โclayton.โclementine.โclint.โclyde.โcody.โcolby.โcole.โcolt.โcolton.โconnor.โcoraline.โcounty.โcree.โcyrus.โdagger.โdakota.โdallas.โdalton.โdamon.โdarby.โdarla.โdelta.โdenver.โdove.โeast.โeaston.โedgar.โeliza.โelliot.โellis.โemmett.โemmylou.โeverett.โeverly.โfallon.โfang.โfarmer.โfletcher.โflint.โflynn.โfritz.โgage.โgeorgia.โgeorgina.โgrant.โgraves.โhank.โharrison.โharvey.โhattie.โhawk.โhayes.โheidi.โholster.โhudson.โhunter.โida.โjace.โjack.โjackie.โjackson.โjames.โjed.โjesse.โjessie.โjohn.โjolene.โjosh.โjoshua.โjude.โknox.โleroy.โlewis.โloretta.โlucille.โluke.โluther.โlyle.โmaple.โmarshall.โmason.โmaverick.โmeadow.โmillie.โmisty.โmyra.โnash.โnell.โnina.โoakley.โoscar.โotis.โowen.โpace.โpamela.โpenelope.โphoenix.โpierce.โpollyanna.โprairie.โquinn.โray.โreed.โreid.โrhett.โrhys.โriley.โriver.โrochelle.โrory.โroscoe.โrosie.โrudy.โryder.โrye.โsadie.โsavannah.โsawyer.โscarlett.โsedona.โselena.โshep.โshepherd.โsienna.โsierra.โsilas.โskye.โspanner.โsparky.โsterling.โstevie.โstormyโsullivan.โsundance.โtallulah.โtate.โtess.โtodd.โtucker.โtwilaโtwyla.โverily.๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝwade.โwalker.โwalt.โwalter.โwaylon.โwayne.โweston.โwilde.โwill.โwilla.โwillow.โwinona.โwren.โwyatt.โzachariah.โzane.โzeke.โzinnia.
PRONOUNS ๏ธฐโace/ace.โaim/aim.โbadge/badge.โbandana/bandana.โbarrel/barrel.โboot/boot.โboy/boy.โbrash/brash.โbuck/buck.โbull/bullet.โcattle/cattle.โclad/clad.โclash/clash.โcolt/colt.โcow/boy.โcow/cow.โcowboy/cowboy.โcy/cyborg.โdenim/denim.โdirt/dirt.โdive/dive.โdrive/drive.โfang/fang.โfarmer/farmer.โfence/fence.โfire/fire.โfoal/foal.โgold/golden.โgra/grass.โgun/gun.โhat/hat.โherd/herd.โhill/hill.โhit/hit.โhold/holdem.โholdem/holdem.โhoof/hoof.โhorse/horse.โiron/iron.โjack/jack.โjump/jump.โkick/kick.โlasso/lasso.โlaw/law.โlawful/lawful.โlone/lone.โmech/mecha.โmetal/metal.โmount/mountain.โmustang/mustang.โnoon/noon.โofficer/officer.โout/out.โoutlaw/outlaw.โpoker/poker.โprotect/protect.โpry/pry.โpunch/punch.โpunish/punish.โranch/ranch.โranger/ranger.โrev/rev.โrev/revolver.โrev/rev.โrevolvers/revolver.โriver/river.โro/ro.โrobo/robo.โrug/rugged.โrun/run.โrust/rust.โry/ry.โsave/save.โsharp/sharp.โsheriff/sheriff.โshoot/shoot.โshot/shot.โshot/shotgun.โshout/shout.โspark/spark.โspur/spur.โstar/star.โsteed/steed.โsteel/steel.โsun/sun.โthief/thief.โtumble/tumble.โweed/weed.โwheat/wheat.โwood/wood.โyee/haw.โyeehaw/yeehaw.โ๐ต.โ๐.โ๐.โ๐๏ธ.โ๐.โ๐ด.โ๐ข.โ๐ค .โ๐ช.
#pupsmail๏ธฐid packs#id pack#npt#name suggestions#name ideas#name list#pronoun suggestions#pronoun ideas#pronoun list#neopronouns#nounself#emojiself#western
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Howdy! Round up yer horses and dust off yer boots 'cause I reckon we got some excitin' news for all you cowboys and cowgirls out there! ๐๐ต
๐ค Saddle in Style! ๐ค
Wrap yer trusty steed in the finest threads of the West with our Pastel Western Saddle! Crafted with care and adorned with delicate pastel hues, this saddle ain't just for ridin'โit's a statement piece for any cowpoke with an eye for style.(Requires the original Saddle here)
๐พ Bridle Beauty! ๐พ
Treat yer horse to a touch of elegance with our Fancy Show Western Bridle. With intricate detailing yer four-legged friend will be the talk of the town at the next rodeo. (40 swatches)
๐ด Cozy Comfort! ๐ด
Add a touch of Western charm to your Sim's ride with our durable and stylish saddle pads! (ea and realistic fit, 35 swatches)
๐ข Stirrup Accessories Galore! ๐ข
No cowboy or cowgirl is complete without a pair of fancy Western Stirrup Accessories. From engraved silver to delicate pastel accents, these accessories add a touch of Western charm to any ride. (found in toenail category, female and male version, 52 swatches)
Notes: The Stirrup Acc wont replace Ea's Stirrup and I strongly recommend the no stirrups mod by @kalino-thesims. It will conflict with bracelets worn on the left side so please make sure to unequip the bracelet when equipping the stirrups.
This Set was in part requested by Members of the community and it's way overdue but finally here it is! It's also meant to accompany the amazing SchrodcatCC's new Western Saddle release. You can find the Saddles here.
Big Thanks to Ri and X BadGhoul X for testing ๐
Let me know if you experience any Issues!
Enjoy ๐
DOWNLOAD: Patreon (free)
#sims 4#ts4#sims 4 cc#ts4 cc#ts4 horses#sims 4 horse cc#ts4 equestrian#sims 4 horse ranch#morningstarequestrian cc#download#sims 4 western#ts4 western cc#sso#star stable online
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Tip Jar ๐ฐ
Have another cowboy!Agnes/Vidal because yeah....yeah ๐ต๐ค ๐
The little segment of the poem I used at the end is The Bull by Ocean Vuong
Been thinking of Agnes in chaps and bull fighting/riding and then evgar was like, HERE! CHAPS! And you know what? YEAH. YEAH, GOOD!
Also, you know...the bull as a metaphor...yada yada yada...but maybe that's me as a Taurus talking ๐
Inspo while writing: We Ride at Dusk
Agnes thinks she can fight the bull that stares her down from inside of its pen. I watch in silence as her chin juts out and her hands shove deep into the pocket of her jeans. Her hat is tipped back so she can get a clear view of the animal pacing around and the way his horns cause him to lower his head. I see the connection in her eyes as she watches him and maybe, for a split second, sees herself locked inside that dusty, gated area that will never contain the multitudes she contains inside of herself.
She tried once or twice to sign up for bull-riding but they always saw right past her; even when she tried to put her name down as something masculine and swore up and down she was a man. They simply wouldn't let her ride; wouldn't let a woman into the mans world of bull-fighting and bull-riding. She swore under her breath as we rode home that night from town; the windows rolled down and the hot light burning like stars on the tip of her cigarette between her lips. Her hair was covered in dust and straw and she couldn't for the life of her, stop staring at me in sideways glances.
Maybe the bull wasn't good for her and what it did to her insides; her mind and soul. She was seeing herself too much into these animals and refused to acknowledge it. She tried hard to let the feelings wash over her as she filled our days tirelessly with different tasks, different minuscule problems that could be fixed. Hammer and nails and money. They were tools to fix but nothing came close to the way she needed to fix herself beyond such things and they, were things, Agnes never spoke about.
Sometimes, in the early morning, I would watch as her fingers lingered over the pair of chaps she had and I would speak up softly from behind the blanket and ask her to put them on. Just them; nothing more. Her smile was lazy and sleepy but her eyes were wide away; sparks like embers burned behind them. I didn't ask for much but when I did, when I found my voice to do so, Agnes would obey without hesitation.
I'd sit up from my resting spot and watch her dress herself; focus on the sinewy muscles in her arms and the hardened, defined muscles in her legs. The way the end of her ponytail covered one breast and then the other; depending on which way she'd flick her head to the side. Her eyes never left mine as she held me there and made me wait for her to walk closer to me. I was always obsessed with the chaps she had picked out for herself. They were a warm, russet brown that molded around her and appeared as if they were a second skin to her. The fringes down the side of each leg made her look taller; sturdier. It gave her the appearance of a puffed out chest of an animal showing off its physique. The buckle around her waist was pulled tight and it was what I used to pull her in closer to me; basically standing over me.
My mouth easily connected with her skin; kissing her as she stood before me completely bare. She shivered even though it was humid in our tent; wiggled herself into my mouth as my tongue passed my lips. I traced her, tasted her. Up and down and relished in how she felt against my tongue and how the hair she let grow wild and unkempt tickled the tip of my nose. I breathed in deeply then and closed my eyes and that was Agnes cue to grab my hair and hold me up against her cunt; desperate for more of me. It was my idea after all and I knew, I had to give her what I promised. I never broke my promises; never to her, at least.
My tongue moved upwards and teased to enter inside of her but didn't. I heard her swear somewhere high above me before my tongue reached her clit and she stopped talking altogether. She was holding her breath as she held onto my hair and waited for something to unfold, waited to become undone.
And she did, very easily but that may have come from herself. Agnes would hold back a lot; try to push things away. She would go around pretending like she didn't need things, like she could tamp down on the sand and make it give way. She didn't realize that the sand would move around itself; be picked up by wind and footfall and even sometimes, rain. That was her; holding back until she spilled herself over and usually, those times, were either around my mouth or fingers.
It was my mouth this time and I almost failed to catch it.
My tongue had never moved this quickly; slipping down to push inside of Agnes then. I tasted her quickly as she came; her fingers gripping my hair and pushing me in closer, deeper. I moaned against her hot skin and tried to lap up every single drop that fell from her. Her hips rocked and her muscles rippled and I knew she was close a second time; knew she had more to drag out of herself and offer me up on a silver plate.
Agnes tried again; a few more times after that to join the rugged men that stood around the pen and smoked their hand rolled cigarettes and cigars. She tried to join them and pressure her way in; swore up and down that she could right and that should could fight. Better than anyone, better than them. They told her to go home; told her to stop posing as a man in women's chaps. They told her to go home to her dyke lover and forget about the bull; forget about fighting and riding.
There is no bull for her to ride or fight; no bull fit enough for her. No puzzle piece of her to match with; connect with. The bull paced around in its pen and didn't look at her this time, not with the air that hung between them in uncertainty, in misunderstanding.
She came back home to me that night and hung up her chaps before tending the fire outside and putting on a pot of coffee for us; silent just like the desert at night. She told me about what the men said to her; what they said about us. Told me how they shunned her, turned her away, told her to come running back to me. And she knew then, as she brought the tin cup up to her lips, that she couldn't disagree. There was no room to argue when it came to me and how she felt; how she needed to come back to me each and every time. How, she swore as she looked up into the night sky, she would crawl through the desert just to get back here.
Forget about the bull and the men and the chaps. Forget about it all because she knew, no matter what poured from her, she would have the stars and me.
I didn't
want him. I didn't want him to be beautiful - but needing beauty
to be more than hurt gentle
enough to hold, I
reached for him. I reached - not the bull -
but the depths. Not an answer but
and entrance the shape of
and animal. Like me.
#Writing#Marvel#Agatha All Along#Cowboy!Agnes#Cowboy!Agnes O'Connor#Agnes O'Connor#Cowboy!Vidal#Cowboy!Rio Vidal#Cowboy!AU#Cowboy!au#Rio Vidal#๐ค ๐ต๐#OH MAN#OHHHHHHHHHHHH MAN#I'M OBSESSED WITH THEM#It's been so fun to write from Vidal's perspective#She is all-seer as she should be ๐#I do eventually want to do one with Vidal in action#You know#She kinda catches Agnes off guard#Maybe she goes off to fight bandits or some shit#WHO KNOWS
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COUNTRY ๐๐ต๐ช๐ค
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#trolls trilogy#trolls branch#trolls world tour#trolls brozone#trolls bruce#trolls clay#trolls floyd#trolls john dory#trolls band together#trolls movie#trolls poppy#trolls barb#trolls king thrash#trolls delta dawn#trolls hickory#trolls dickory#trolls clampers#trolls king quincy#trolls queen essence#trolls trollex#trolls trollzart#trolls king peppy#Youtube
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me normally: ๐ฌ๐ง๐ก๐๐๐ผโโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐๏ธ me when our song comes on: ๐บ๐ธ๐ค ๐ข๐พ๐ต๐
#our song#taylor swift#serious the whole of debut i have the HORRIBLE country accent#it's so funny honestly
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๐ค ๐ GIDDY UP ๐ด๐๐ JINGLE WHORE!!! ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐๐ฅ๐๐
โ๏ธ๐๐น๐ SEXMAS ๐โ๏ธโ๏ธ๐
๐ท๐๐โค๏ธ is here ๐คฉ and Uโve sure been N A U G H T Yโฆ!! ๐๐คญ๐คค๐๐๐ All year ๐
Santa ๐
๐ has been watching ๐๏ธ u FAP ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ and today โ๏ธโจ heโs cuming ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ท to give u his ๐ณ๐ BIG PACKAGE!!!! ๐๐๐คค To get gingerBRED ๐ช๐๐ just ๐ฌ๐ญ๐
POP๐ฅ๐คธ that Peppermint Pussy ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ n wait under the mistleHOE ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐ฑ with a nice cup of hot COCKolate โ๏ธ๐๐ฅ Jolly Old ๐
Saint DICK ๐๐๐ will shove ๐ his ๐๐ฆ๐ข Jingle Balls ๐ด๐๐คค๐ฆ right down โฌ๏ธโฌ๐ฝ ur ๐ฃ TiGHT lil CHIMNEY! ๐๐ซ๐คค๐ U better watch outโฆ ๐๐ hes ๐
gonna make u cry ๐ฑ๐๐ฉ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฆ
Time is ticking โฐโฐ SEND ๐๐ฒ this ๐คณ to TEN (๐) FESTIVE FREAKS ๐
๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐บ if u get ๐ BACK your a ๐คค๐ STUFFED STOCKING SLORE ๐๐งฆ๐๐๐ป๐๐ณ get 5๏ธโฃ BACK and ur a ๐๐๐ Horny Xmas Ham ๐๐ท๐คช๐ชต๐ฅ๐๐ but if u get 0๏ธโฃ back ๐ต u got a ๐ฅ DRY C๐
พ๏ธAL CUNT ๐ง๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฑ๐ฅฒ๐
Ten thousand year curse on your bloodline
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Meowdy ๐ค ๐ต ๐
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๐ 27 Main Street : Old Farm Square ๐
๐ฝ โCome on down to Old Farm Square and feel the magic you missed when it was new!โ
๐ค I chose to remake the โHouse Partyโ version of that lot because it was moreโฆ โfunkyโ. I could make the other more โboringโ one if asked, but itโs that one which is included in the neighborhood file.
๐Iโve seen a TS3 and a TS4 functional version of the rodeo machine but unfortunately, not a TS2 one. If someone chose to make one, I will edit my lot file. Meanwhile, I used and recolored Mistyfluff TS3 deco conversion. My recolor is not perfect, but I hop it will be ok ๐
๐ต You can go all the good old fashion cowboy style with the saloon set by Nofrena at WFS2 or get it here or even see the posts of @hafiseazale who made a big repository work of it ๐
๐พ DOWNLOAD : SFS - Mediafire
#sims 2#sims 2 build#sims 2 download#ts1t2 downtown#ts1t2 lot download#ts2 build#ts2 simblr#1t2#sims2 legacy#sims nostalgia#sims 2 simblr#sims 2 lots#the sims hot date#Sims 1#the sims 1#ts1 to ts2
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