#forest ride

[motocrunch]

Every road you travel will teach us something, but only if we're willing to learn.

[ghostbsuter]

Damian had recently taken to feed the very strange green wispy animal.

The strangest thing of this? Damian was pretty sure, despite the changes in race, it was always the same one.

Dick, who had seen the exchange from his window after sleeping over, got his phone and called beast boy in a panic.

[theeio]

Platonic Zouxie art I forgot to post

[illustratinghan]

little jude’s first time on a riding toad🐸🤭

characters by @hollyblack 🫶

follow me on instagram! @/illustratinghan

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Moritz von Schwind - The Apparition in the Forest.

[nevvae]

(Ab)by Anderson Riding

Hey fellas, so I did a lil something. You wanna ride those abs so bad! Me too! Enjoy?? I love her pretty blonde pubes 😝💯

Smut under!! It's not good tho my bad 😞

Minors, no no!!

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"Don't make me do all the work, pretty thing." Her mocking tone sends a shiver down your spine as she teases you, You can feel the heat building between your thighs as you grind against her abdomen, the friction sending waves of pleasure through you. Your hands rest on the tops of her strong thighs, your chest heaving as you look into her eyes. Her hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements, her eyes following the lines of your torso as you arch your back, trailing up to your breasts with a hungry gaze.

Abby's hand reaches up, her fingers closing around your breast, her thumb and index teasing your hardening nipple. You instantly respond, a needy moan escaping your lips as you grind against her abs. Her smile widens, her eyes burning into yours as she watches your hips rocking desperately against her, your arousal spilling onto her stomach. "You're making a mess all over me, aren't you, sweet thing?" she husks, her hands hot against your skin.

Your breath hitches, and a shiver of pleasure runs down your spine at the familiar pet name. A warm, tingling sensation begins to stir in the pit of your stomach, gradually intensifying with each passing moment. You bite your lip in an attempt to contain yourself, but your hips start to quicken their pace, faltering slightly in the rush of sensations. Soft whimpers and moans escape your lips, mingling with the sound of your racing heartbeat. The sensitive bud of your clit glides over her firm abdomen, sending shivers down your spine. Your core tightens and pulses with aching desire as you quicken the pace; your hips begin to falter, your breath catching in your throat as the sensations grow more intense. Your hips buck and twitch with needy desperation as the sensitive bud of your clit grazes against her firm abdomen. Every nerve in your body is ablaze with pleasure, leaving you dizzy and breathless.

Abby's voice breaks through the haze of pleasure, her breath quickening and becoming shallower. "Mmm, just like that, don’t you dare stop; make yourself cum.” Her hands move to your hips, fingers digging into your flesh, gripping you tightly as she rolls her hips slightly underneath your body. Abby lets out a guttural moan, her eyes growing dark and unfocused as you grind down onto her. Her grip tightens as she groans, her voice deep and filled with need. "Fucking use me," she grunts out, watching as your thighs shake around her, your head falling back with a whine as the tension snaps; her words send a jolt of electricity through you, making your hips buck as you release over the abdomen.

Her hands gripping your hips and rocking you down hard, dragging your over-sensitive folds over her abs. Your pussy convulsess, the warmth between your thighs growing as the slickness spreads over her torso, staining the hem of her Spiderman boxers.

Abby leans forward, wrapping her arms around your waist. She kisses the soft skin between your breasts. Her lips trail up, placing open-mouthed kisses against your collarbones, until she reaches your lips. She presses her mouth eagerly against yours, tasting the mix of sweat and desire. Your hands reach up to tangle in her hair, pulling her closer as your tongues dance together in a fevered rhythm. "so good for me," Abby murmurs between kisses, her breath hot against your skin.

^ CACKLED to this bad boy!

[aurosoulart]

peryton sun god Daybringer visits my living room to grant a final gift of light before the Autumn equinox 🌄✨

see more art of him here!

[asyayordanova]

I'm gonna mess you up

[morrigan-sims]

Guardian of the Wild Places

WARNING: Unicorns are wild animals, and can be very dangerous. If you happen to be (un)lucky enough to encounter one, do not approach if you value your life. They are extremely territorial and protective of their home ranges, and have been known to kill seemingly without provocation those who they perceive as a threat to their charges.

This was the result of my thoughts about this post, and fucking around with @morningstarequestrian's new Wild Horse Set (part 2). Thank you SO much for feeding my fantasy horse dreams.

(extra bonus pic of another horse I made under the cut. Corrupted war unicorn coming soon-ish, I hope.)

[rienafoutre]

[warm-glowing-warming-glow]

[motocrunch]

[boanerges20]

Motolove

[marciaillust]

oh boy i did not start this year on a good note, 4 days in and im a ghost on my dead tired legs begging for rest

[sarasakyfreesoul]

[riddlemearose]

Phoning a Friend

Warriors watches the two Champions blearily, forcing his eyes to stay focused on them. He knows one is the Shadow but he can’t let himself entertain the possibilities of who the other one is. For now, he has to think of it nothing more than another potential enemy.

The one with the odd spear that gleams gold, its green gem ornaments clinking softly against the shaft as he twirls it, keeps himself between Warriors and the twisted Champion. The golden spear spins and spins, batting away a sickening dark blade every time the bloodstained, withered Champion tries to break through his guard.

Watching the spinning spear is actually making Warriors feel nauseous. Well, he mentally amends that to ‘more nauseous’, glancing down at the blood spreading across his tunic.

And this weird noise, whatever it is, isn’t helping! There’s something heavy weighing the clearing down, pressing into Warriors’ skin.

All he can hear is this pulsing loud tick tick tick in his ears, accompanied by an odd warping sensation in his limbs.

It’s magic, he knows that much, but he’s never felt it before and has no idea which Champion it may be coming from, if it even is either of them casting the spell.

He turns his head to spit out a mouthful of blood and it feels like the movement takes an eternity to complete.

So either his blood loss is more severe than he thought, or there’s something else going on.

The spear-wielding Champion darts backwards, his grip along the spear finally shifting into a proper stance, grinning wildly.

Ha, Warriors is hilarious.

A large shining gem sitting at the dip of the first Champion's throat lights his face up from below, all deep shadows and softened edges. He’s breathing heavily, a slight tremble visible in his fingers as he readjusts his grip.

The other Champion across from them makes a sweeping gesture with its withered arm and something red and alive spurs into life, lunging forward. The shape twists, absorbing what remains of the rotted flesh, and large, monstrous fingers stretch into existence. They reach through the darkness for the first Champion, wicked under the moonlight.

The first Champion raises the spear slightly in response, his grin vanishing as it's smothered under a blank, smooth expression that Warriors refuses to recognise. The fingers, the vile magic, get closer to his face, closing the distance rapidly—

And Time shoots out of the bushes, the Biggoron sword catching the moonlight as it arcs through the air and severs the arm from withered Champion's body. The arm hits the ground and melts into a writhing pool of furious magic, thrashing around that Champion’s feet.

The ticking in Warriors’ ears stops so abruptly he's thrown off-kilter, reeling at the sudden silence left in its wake.

Time glances at him, a quick look filled with concern and worry, then shifts his gaze to the spear-wielding Champion — Wild, Warriors lets himself finally acknowledge.

Dozens of micro-expressions fly rapidly across Time's face before he finally decides on grim determination.

“That,” he says in an almost wobbly tone of voice, taking up stance next to Wild, “is loud.”

“Yeah, I’ve been told. Sorry about that.” Wild agrees, still focused on the withered copy of himself standing in front of them. He shoots Time a small grin, barely there but blindingly obvious if you know what to look for. “Worked though.”

Time lets out a quiet huff of laughter, his own small smile twitching across his face. He shifts, sword held tightly in both hands. "You're definitely not wrong about that, Wild. When we get back to camp, you'll have to tell me how you managed to make your magic even louder than it already was."