#horse and ball

[yahoo201027]

Day in Fandom History: January 26…

Down goes the horse known as James Baxter when James Baxter the Horse falls down injured with his ball now deflated while performing, Finn, Jake, and BMO must help the poor horse back up to his feet. “Horse and Ball” premiered on this day, 7 Years Ago.

[adventuretimetournament]

Horse and Ball: The normally cheerful and cheering James Baxter becomes depressed when his ball is destroyed.

Little Brother: Shelby accidentally gains a new brother, who goes on a quest to become a great hero.

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@lambment it’s their foolish day!!!! fr fr

[dipperscavern]

can I be cheeky and ask for riding jon’s face 🫣🫣🫣

yes… oh yes you absolutely can….. i fell asleep last night to the thought of jon snow canonically being a munch (funny enough) — we’re on the same wavelength anon ! (written w shy!reader in mind)

you’ve heard the talk, heard the different ladies from different statures talk about “the act”, and it’s always a different answer. some say it’s mediocre… others, that it’s their favorite way to feel good, and some, say it’s terrible. you’ve heard stories of men never caring about the woman’s pleasure, and how their only purpose was to give them children. the thought made you shudder.

you, yourself, have never had time. time to freely choose who you trust enough to share that sacred experience with (or even touch yourself). the men at castle black are sworn to celibacy, and even if they would abandon their oath for a night with you, you wouldn’t let them. most of the men at the wall are untrustworthy, and you want more than just a quick fuck. even if these thoughts plague you, you’re too busy with your duties to worry about it. a thing you’ve since long accepted.

until jon snow.

you had been there for jon since his arrival at castle black. never batting an eye at his surname, always trying to make his life a little bit easier. there was also the stolen glances, the soft touches you both passed off as “accidental”, the longing for each other. you both remained as merely “close friends”, until things boiled over and you found solace in each others lips. it didn’t go farther than that, the tentative kiss being soft & exploring, and that was okay with you. you didn’t expect more. until you got more.

sometimes, you hate jon for being so easy to talk to. your shy nature has slowly melted away in his presence, and you find yourself unable to be embarrassed about the questions you ask or answer. your late night talks are what keeps jon sane. he wants to know everything about you, and you both would talk till morning if you could (you have before). the topic often shifts, landing on anything and everything on the planet. even “the act”.

imagine jon’s surprise, when the most beautiful & endearing woman he’s ever met drops her gaze to the floor and bashfully tells him she’s never cum before.

jon short circuits. he asks if you want to. he asks if he can make you. and you say yes.

jon snow is a giver. tasting a woman is a pleasure in itself, and he’d tell you as much if you asked. his mind ran a million miles an hour, thinking about all the ways he could make you feel good. it doesn’t take long before the desire to taste you takes a hold of him, and so he does.

“You’re hovering.”

he’s not wrong. you are. you thought you had heard it all, but the act of sitting on someone’s face has clearly alluded your ears. you’re unsure. you don’t want to hurt him.. suffocating the first man you lay with would have you begging the gods to open the ground and swallow you whole. and it’s not just any man, it’s jon.

the soft glide of jon’s fingers across your thigh bring you out of your head. his hands are cold. they feel nice in contrast to your own skin, nerves lit on fire.

“I don’t want to hurt you…”

“You won’t.”

“Jon-”

“Do you trust me?”

he’s steadfast in his reassurance. his thumb has been rubbing circles in your hip while you both have been talking. does he do it all on purpose, or is he just this naturally desirable?

“You know I do, but-“

“Good. Sit.”

you still hesitate, and that’s when jon takes matters into his own hands. his hands stop their tracing, and instead grip your thighs, bringing you down himself.

whatever expectations you had are exceeded tenfold. jon eats you out like a man starved. your head spins with the way you can feel his tongue, exploring you and swiping over your clit. it has white hot pleasure shooting up your spine, and your thighs quiver ever so slightly, but jon’s firm grip keeps you in place. he’s confident in his movements, precise and sure in a way that makes you see stars.

jon thinks he’s found the place where he would be content to meet his demise. you taste so good, and the pretty sounds you’re making have blood rushing straight to his cock. jon has always loved the sound of his name on your lips — whether it be small acknowledgments in passing by, or just mentions in mere conversation. but he’s found he much prefers hearing you moan it.

you’re almost embarrassed how quickly he has warmth building up in your belly, pressure building as he gives you the most pleasure you’ve ever had. he’s giving and giving and giving, and you find yourself selfishly taking all of it. he doesn’t slow down, keeping a steady rhythm that makes the cord in your stomach wind impossibly tighter.

“Jon, I’m-!”

you don’t get to finish your sentence, interrupted by the snap of the cord in your stomach that was previously tightening. pleasure overtakes your nerves, flooding your veins and momentarily removing your ability to speak (or think). jon’s tongue doesn’t stop fully, only slowing down to help you ride out your peak.

you catch your breath, feeling jon kiss the inside of your thighs as small aftershocks have you clenching around nothing. you find yourself seeking his touch (as if he hasn’t been constantly on you), your hand running along the surface of your thigh to find his own. he reaches for you, trapping your own smaller hand beneath his own. it’s reassuring, grounding you back to the present after he brought you so far over the edge.

you move to get off, to let him get up & breathe — but he doesn’t release his grip, keeping you in place. you hear him speak.

“Only once?”

[heatwa-ves]

i made playlists of every song/album/artist referenced in diu, golden wind, stone ocean and sbr :]

[goatpaste]

fuck you *make your favorites fat and sexy*

[Commission Prices][Etsy][Buy me a Kofi]

[vo-kker]

give the horse a keyblade you cowards

[castielsprostate]

supernatural s16 episode 14 where dean is turned into a horse after he ate an enchanted sugarcube which was left out to trap a demon and sam and rowena work on a cure as castiel tries to bond with horse!dean. no one gets to ride dean except for castiel and when all hope seems lost and horse!dean feels so ugly he gallops away through kansas and they don't find him until the mid of episode 15 where he is at a ranch and sam only finds him because there's a demon horse at the ranch eating people, meanwhile castiel had turned himself into a horse also and it concludes with dean accepting who he is and him and castiel galloping down a beach towards the sunset.

episode 16 everything is back to normal because the sugarcube wore off after 14 working days

[hn-nico]

most underrated SBR character

[smorhe]

my favourite cowboys that arent technichally cowboys but also are <3

[yahoo201027]

Day in Fandom History: January 26…

Down goes the horse known as James Baxter. When James Baxter the Horse falls down injured with his ball now deflated while performing, Finn, Jake, and BMO must help the poor horse back up to his feet. “Horse and Ball” premiered on this day, 6 Years Ago.

[adventuretimetournament]

Rainy Day Daydream: Jake's imagination runs wild and starts bringing his thoughts to life.

Horse and Ball: The normally cheerful and cheering James Baxter becomes depressed when his ball is destroyed.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I would make a balls joke to that last ask, but I'm afraid our lord and savior Six Balls is in the wrong MXTX novel ;(

And then he refused to elaborate.

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Maybe an unpopular opinion but I don't think non-herding breeds should be allowed to take herding tests.

[starfrou]

Cowboys, French guy, and the eat shit and die brothers

[livfordoodles]