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Calderdale, Yorkshire
#yorkshire#west yorkshire#uk#england#my photography#countryside#cottagecore#film#lightroom#film photography#photography#north yorkshire#forest#field#hayball#hebden bridge#heptonstall#calderdale#mine
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rick has to be the most possessive man you know.
you love him, but you also love daryl.
so that complicates things. it confuses you even more the number of times both of the men managed to have you bent over between them. being as jealous as rick is, itâs hard to believe that he could even think to share you. darylâs his brother however, and youâre an individual, you can make your own decisions, rick guesses.
he canât fault you for your obsession with his best friend. darylâs a moral man, a provider, good looking enough that you canât help but run your hands through his hair every chance you get. sometimes it takes rick some deep breaths and a moment of grounding to contain his jealousy. he loves you too much to not see red every time youâre swooning for someone who isnât him. he even loves daryl but he canât help it, not when itâs you.
so rick will never stand between you and daryl, not when you show no signs of ever dropping your infatuation with either man, especially not the sheriff. everyday when he comes home and plops down on the sofa after a day of his enduring constableâs duties, youâre on top of him in his lap. you donât even have to be horny to make yourself at home with your head against his chest.
adoring his deep blue eyes, you straddle him every opportunity you get for the time to lock eyes, hands on his shoulders and his on your hips as you talk about your days. after a long day out in the community, it doesnât take long for rickâs dick to tent in his jeans and you to feel a pressure against your clothed slit.
it isnât uncommon for daryl or rick to come home and find you curled up with the other on the sofa. so rick has to endure the empathy exercise that is not dragging you from the sofa, tossing you over his shoulder and retiring to the bedroom for the night.
plush lips parted with only your breath coming through, you just melt into them whenever you have the opportunity. one look and youâre a puddle.
how can he not be jealous when youâre this fucking sweet?
he tries to extend daryl the same courtesy of enjoying you without the drama but rick is still getting used to the dynamic - more than the group is at this point.
the three of you were an unusual case but the group had gotten used to it after long enough. it only took a few weeks for them not to take a second glance at rickâs hands on your waist or how darylâs crossbow could almost always be found somewhere around your sleeping situation.
thatâs why itâs not awkward when carl knocks on the door in the mornings to hand judith off to his father and you and daryl are snoozing away in the background. you do your best to keep the pda to a minimum but the neighborhood doesnât mind, so rick often doesnât.
you think back to gabriel's church in georgia; you'd been hiding with the members of your group that had stayed while the others went out to do in the cannibals once and for all. your plan had went off without a hitch but that didn't mean that the event hadn't shaken you to the core.
one of the savages whose name you couldn't be bothered to remember had graphically described how specifically delicious your parts would be.
rick slashed his throat.
the entire series of events had rick on edge but even after the bloodbath, rick couldnât stand to have you out of his sight.
âwhatâre you doinâ all the way over here?â
you tensed up.
ârick, i-,â
âwhy the fuck were you wandering off?â
you paused, recognizing the ire in rickâs voice when you hear it. you almost wanted to say nothing to avoid what you know will be a fight regardless but you know youâll be accused of not speaking up.
âi didnât mean to. i was stretching my legs. iâll stay closer.â
âyeah, you will.â
the groupâs known about how rick feels for you for a while.
itâs why youâre wrapped up in rickâs arms while you watch your newly assimilated group and the alexandrians trying their hands at the compound bows hanging around the makeshift archery range.
darylâs leaving everyone in the dust of course.
âshow off,â you whisper to rick who snickers in agreement.
this is nice; quaint and tranquil, just like the suburbs out to be. you never imagined ending up essentially married with two husbands and two children, shacked up in a gated community in a nearly million dollar house with the dead being a greater issue than a mortgage or getting the kids into college but youâre content with it.
youâd rather watch as daryl does trick shots - going as far to pull out the old splitting the arrow in half trick, which you almost whistle at. are they going to put an apple on the windmill next? you chuckle at the thought.
âwhen are you going up?â maggie calling your name snaps you out of your musings about daryl.
you scoff at her playfully. âyou know iâm a bad shot, maggie.â
the redhead shrugs. âdonât think youâre as bad as you say you are. câmon, even the kids are trying it.â
sheâs not wrong - even sam is picking up a bow and giving it a try with some encouraging from ron.
âsure,â accepting the challenge, you untwist yourself from rick; not before indulging in one last full lipped kiss, a âgood luckâ on rickâs lips as you head to the picnic table to gear up.
you select a familiar looking compound bow and join daryl at the shooting line. he frowns when he catches sight of your arm.
âwait, baby, youâre not even wearinâ your armband right.â
you shrug. âitâs been a while.â
heâs in you; fixing the nearly sideways arm shield. muttering about you never taking safety too seriously. youâd beg to differ but youâre too bewitched by his striking blue eyes up close. the man slides the band in place before dropping his hand back to your rear, letting a hand fall down your cargos as he gently shoves you towards the cylinder full of arrows at the spray painted shooting line.
the delight is all over your face when you knock your arrow with no notes from the bowman observing your practice.
archery isnât your strong suit but youâd come into contact with it at summer camps in your youth and in gym class. your form is fantastic - or at least it always starts that way. the arrow that flies flies flawlessly and suddenly youâre beaming at the cheers once you notice your arrow a mere inch from where a bullseye should be.
maggieâs awestruck face and rickâs grin are enough for you to start knocking another arrow, sending daryl a cocky look.
the problems start when you reload and tilt your bow upright. youâre drawing your arrow back like your boyfriend showed you all of those times before, but something makes the auburn haired man stop and correct your form, saying, âhere,â softly and moving your left arm long.
he steadies a hand on your hip as he helps to steady your aim. despite being momentarily tucked in darylâs steel embrace, you feel eyes boring into it.
rick is striding over, not caring about glenn approaching the other end of the shooting line to give it a go or even your almost perfect bullseye.
âi think you wouldâve gotten that one is daryl wouldâve given you some space.â
an eye roll is sneaking out of daryl and rick still has his arms crossed. you shake your head to signify that itâs all a misunderstanding. ârick, iâm shit at archery because iâm shit at archery - not because daryl has his hands on me.â
rick grunts. âthatâs not what i saw.â
you smile sweetly at the constable. âheâs just helping me learn to shoot, babe.â
âyeah, let her learn. might come a day when weâre out of bullets,â daryl backs you up, citing an obvious concern now that scavenging was growing riskier and riskier.
âmight come a day when you stop drooling over every touch.â rick jabs.
an eyebrow shoots up. âyou donât seem to have a problem with me drooling over you.â you counter. âjust wait until later. youâll be changing your tune about all of this,â you gesture to daryl.
rickâs eyes are alight with something stronger than irritation, more personal than just being annoyed. he looks like he almost wants to bend you over his lap and youâre sure heâs about to say something just as embarrassing until a voice interrupts his thought before it comes out.
you and daryl seize your getaway when rick is summoned up onto deannaâs porch to try some of her famous peanut butter buckeyes. âproudly from ohio,â sheâd proclaimed of the recipe.
midwestern sweets are the perfect cover for you and your archer to stowaway in the barn, somewhere it would take rick a long time to look. daryl has you next to him on a hay bale in an empty horse stall before you can even count how many horses are actually around. not that it matters with the stall dividers giving you more than enough cover.
the finger screwing you open has you screaming your face with pleasure. this is what youâd been wanting rick to do at the archery range. you wouldâve done whatever he said for him to whisk you away and take care of that specific need right there and then.
âreal quick? just to hold you over until later?â heâs massaging your worked up insides like heâs aware of every tension thatâs been brewing in you all day long.
âdareâ,â your ability to keep it together is slipping.
âyou want me to fill you up with a finger now, baby?â daryl toys, middle finger joining his pointer in your pulsing cunt.
you say everything but no when daryl embarks between your thighs.
deannaâs buckeyes were delicious.
not as great as his momâs peach cobbler but enough of a sign that this place is where the group should lay down there roots. where you three should put down your roots.
rick doesnât want to be the overbearing boyfriend, not when you and daryl are on the other end of it. the idea of sharing you is still just so foreign. in bed, it mostly goes off without a hitch but during the daytime is another story.
jealousy manifests in all kinds of inappropriate ways - like spoiling your moment with daryl after you shot so well, rusty as you were not having picked up a bow in god knows how long. rick wants to apologize. the thoughtâs on his mind but the way his body moves, searching for you and his friend, heâs more of a predator than a man. moved almost as if by the primal need to be close to you. to know where you are.
so when he finally finds and daryl in the stable, he thinks his head might explode.
âthe fuck are you two doinâ in this stall?â
your climax is put on pause as daryl freezes his tongue over your clit. despite your frivolous wrenching of his auburn waves, your efforts to at least enjoy a release before rick starts on his lecture prove to be futile. darylâs not just abandoning ship but pulling up your underwear.
âand the fuck are you whimperinâ about?â
you stop; a deer in the headlights. âwhat?â you mumble through swollen lips.
âmove the fuck over, daryl,â before you know it, rick is doing the unexpected and taking your loverâs spot sucking your clit.
rick doesnât give you anytime at all to mentally or physically adjust to him just jumping in and slurping you up.
the lack of warning has you coming on his tongue and darylâs eyes widening. none of you can be surprised by the fact that rick isnât stopping. youâre fine with that; you canât face his âi told you soâ looks right now anyways.
rick rarely gets to eat you out as often as he wants to. usually itâs daryl torturing your sensitive cunt without abandon. the scene before you: rick, with a tongue treating you like the last popsicle in the hell, tongue fucking you even as you grip as his hair.
ârick,â you say starry eyed.
âheâs busy, baby,â daryl explains and settles into the spot next to you against the hay bale.
ârick, rick!â youâre stirring up straw around you as rick adds a finger to his artful invasion of your pussy. the tongue isnât enough, no, he needs to penetrate you with a finger as well. it doesnât matter that his nose is shiny with your slick or that youâre begging for a break. youâre gonna overload all over his face like the good little slut he knows you are for him.
at least thatâs what he tells you after he holds you down and tag teams you with daryl to incur a whirlwind of pleasure from your sensitive pebbled flesh to your slippery entrance. your kicking legs donât phase him, much less than tsunami of pleasure that washes over you and coats his mouth.
the intense breakdown from inside your core has your mind completely wiped. youâre so fucked out, youâre begging for rick to do the dirtiest things to you on this hay strewn floor.
âyou need me to smack your pussy baby?â
âyes, rick!â
the light sting that flushes your cunt has you gasping into darylâs mouth when he leans over to lock puffy lips with you. another swat or two is more than enough to have you even wetter than you were when rick interrupted you and daryl. the stretch youâre expecting comes more as a squelch for the first few inches.
rick has gotten used to you over time but as daryl props you up on his lap, you grit your teeth. the older man is hitting that marianna trench deep angle with his horsecock fitting for the stable thatâs on the verge of battering your cervix.
kudos to daryl, you think. how supportive of your fucking antics. you know why that is.
daryl will let rick go as far as he does because he knows itâll end up with the three of you right here. right on top of each other, gliding into position wordlessly. the tent in his pants has been freed and by the way heâs palming himself, you can tell heâs not saving that thing for your mouth.
the massive cock splitting you up and imprinting some kind of shape, begins to pulse. youâre ready to come all over him when you feel an intrusion at your sopping hole.
âwhat the-,â
ârelax, itâs a finger.â
âyouâre cutting in here already?â
daryl raises an eyebrow at his brother. âyouâre tellinâ me that you donât wanna double stuff her?â
you clench around rick at the younger manâs words.
rick laughs, wrapping his arms around you before starting to roll over, âwell, when you put it that way.â
and he sends his tongue down your throat as soon as the second dexterous finger struggles inside of you. the pressure ebbs and flows from pain to pleasure. regardless, the pain is dull enough that the hold rickâs maintaining on your sides is enough to distract you.
youâre draped on top of rick, snug against him but he still starts to run his cocky mouth.
âi thought the bigger dudeâs supposed to be on top. isnât that what that magazine you guys found said?â
daryl raises a tawny eyebrow, not bothering to slow the pace of his fingers. âyouâre really gonna brag about your dick right now?â
rick pistons his hips upwards, squeezing a cry out of you and proving his point.
âyouâre an asshole,â youâre muttering as you endure another pointed thrust.
rick gets his recompense when daryl finally feeds his own impressive cock, centimeter by centimeter at first - eyeballing it and checking in on you and rick as you both start to squirm.
darylâs struggling to not give it one heroic thrust and dive balls deep but he knows that would probably tear you in two. theres no way you can handle anything other than slow right now. rick is the same with a matching flustered expression. he accepts your hand when you grasp his much larger palm in yours.
the once cocky constable is now absolutely being shut up by your all encompassing, air tight walls and darylâs cock edging you two as he edges further inside of you.
darylâs fingers were pipe cleaners in comparison to his meaty cock cramming into you as if you werenât meant for only one. it doesnât matter though. no one would hear you complaining. this isnât the first one theyâve stretched you on both of their cocks and it wonât be the last - not if you have anything to do with it.
once the man above you is a bit more firmly entrapped in your tight warmth, you start to move your hips back. rick is smirking beneath you when daryl warns you with a spank not to squirm too much - not if you want both of them to come in you. the conditions have you settling your hips and clinging onto rick, stilling with the close contact as daryl sandwiches you into him.
rick has no reason to complain, not with the sunlight coming through just the right panes of the barnâs skylights and painting your face and your hair a delicious shade of golden hour. darylâs disposition is made only more chiseled and picturesque with the waning daylight.
neither of them are lasting long with the way the dayâs gone.
you donât make it a piece of cake holding on regardless. wound up since rick first pulled you into his arms back at the range, you have no patience for the men overfilling your walls. your hips canât wait to thrash and jerk just like darylâs. the archer is rasping in your ear to calm down but with the blush bringing, brain fogging pressure that two cocks in your entrance brings, you barely listen.
your constable comes first of course. heâs the one that sets off the real showstopper of a release that wrings a cry so loud out of you that one of the horses sighs in the background.
the warmth of his come fills you from his position buried deep in your pussy. itâs slipping out of you with each erratic propel of daryl into you, fucking the two of you straight through your orgasms.
come floods from your womb and out of your entrance, spilling down your thighs once daryl finally pulls out. he whistles and gestures for rick to check it out but the man is too worn out to look between your sticky thighs. instead, youâre flush against his chest and heâs calling daryl down with the two of you.
tangled together in the hay, you canât think of a better way to spend this idyllic day.
#the walking dead#rickyl#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes smut#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon smut#daryl dixon#rick grimes#twd#twd imagine#twd smut#rickyl x reader#rick grimes imagine#rick x reader#rick grimes x reader x daryl dixon#not beta read#threes0me#f/m/m#p in v sex#blowy#reader has rick rabies#dvp#good old fashioned haybale f*cking#big dick rick grimes#rick the prick#angst#still getting the hang of writing smut#this is my longest fic to date đł#grimesgirll
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#photography#naturecore#nature#rambling#nature photography#landscape#haybales#hay#field#farmcore#cottagecore
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can you maybe draw haybale x taco please i need yuri /nf
i will get down on my knees please i beg
#cute they have the same pose#ii taco#taco ii#ii haybale#haybale ii#ii#osc#ii osc#inanimate insanity#ship#0 req
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Portraits from the original Toronto production! Photos by Laird Mackintosh.
Paul Stanley
Kim Stengel
Glenda Balkan
Melissa Dye
Brent Weber
Peter Barnes
Catherine Duff
Tania Parrish
Jill Filion
Donna Kelly
Harriet Chung
Philippa Hayball
Anita Bostok
Samantha Adamson
Mimi Pineau
Deanna Pidwerbeski
Lisa Gaasenbeek
Janet Coates
Gary Krawford
Gerald Isaac
Tim Stiff
Terry Hodges
Paul Mulloy
Brian Duyn
Bob Meilleur
David Playfair
Devin Dalton
Kirk Hansen
John Dodington
Kelly Robertson
#laird has been blessing us with photos since the 90s#paul stanley#melissa dye#glenda balkan#kim stengel#harriet chung#terry hodges#paul mulloy#brian duyn#kirk hansen#kelly robretson#john dodington#david playfair#bob meilleur#devin dalton#tim stiff#gerald issac#Philippa Hayball#Brent Weber#Peter Barnes#Catherine Duff#Tania Parrish#Jill Filion#Donna Kelly#Anita Bostok#Samantha Adamson#Mimi Pineau#Deanna Pidwerbeski#Lisa Gaasenbeek#Janet Coates
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He is but a broom... a mop if you will... just using those ridiculous bristles to clean up the floor
#TrigunBookclub#Trigun#Early Trigun Vash hair is so funny to me#He's just a walking haybale#A broom#All spike no substance#Blood#Not blood but it LOOKS like blood#Don't wanna jumpscare anyone by not tagging it
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TokuxSpring Day Three
đ a character with elemental powers đ
#tokuspring#gingaman#gouki and his girlfriend and boyfriend#(he cant see whos calling out to him because of the haybale)#(but rest assured the second he sees its suzuko and shunsuke he will be a puddle on the floor)#gouki my precious sopping wet cry baby of a man#i love him with my whole heart#outside of hyuuga gouki is my favourite gingaman#when you have water powers but instead of being useful you are crying 100% of the time#i could mess around with this forever but it is in fact as finished as my heart wants it to be so <3 <3 <3#pointy ear gingaman headcannon i cannot and will not be stopped#2024 art tag
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other than the entire adultery plotline, the only thing i would retcon in the entire season 1 of ouat is the fairies are cursed to become nuns in storybrooke. WHAT EVEN WAS THAT??? so many characters became their exact opposites, so why was blue the exact same stuffy woman both as a fairy and in storybrooke? in my mind, the fairies became a giant lesbian commune (so essentially what they already were in the enchanted forest) living on the outskirts of town. and because storybrooke shouldn't have any contact with the outside world, the fairies collectively own a farm that sources most of the food for all of storybrooke. when the curse broke they were like hey actually this is pretty good. and kept being a giant lesbian commune.
#ouat#once upon a time#ouat season 1#seriously why would regina make them devoted to a religion that doesn't/shouldn't even exist in her realm??#i always thought it was SO random and out of place#anyway other random minor headcanons i associate with this:#when emma was briefly homeless in between getting kicked out of granny's and moving in with snow#the lesbian farmer commune would have reached out and housed her so she wouldn't be sleeping in her car no questions asked#regina obviously has trauma with horses but she still would have sent henry over to the lesbian farmer commune#to replicate summer camp for him within storybrooke and let him learn the value of Hard Work and whatever because she IS a good mum#ruby would have been very good friends with them cause she would probably have to do pickup of their deliveries#and would strongly consider moving in with them whenever she had a big fight with her granny#david is their favourite cishet white guy in canon. otherwise it's just wlw mlm solidarity#btw the disney abc explanation for it would've been that they're feminist celibates#which would get retconned in season 5 when ruby was revealed to be queer#also in this perfect world. mulan came to storybrooke WITH the merry men. and then she joined the lesbian commune#ideally WITH aurora but idc. all the fairies would have loved to see mulan toss haybales (even if they all could do it)#mary margaret would have been blissfully unaware of the fact it's a lesbian commune#so after her relationship problems with david in season 1 she considers joining#and comedically. emma spends the entire rest of season 1 thinking that david was so bad he turned mary margaret gay#and is not corrected until surprise!! they're both her parents
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Scarecrow and jack o lanterns - Â cg photography
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Knaresborough, Yorkshire
#yorkshire#west yorkshire#uk#england#my photography#countryside#cottagecore#film#lightroom#film photography#photography#knaresborough#north yorkshire#harrogate#forest#field#tractor#hayball#mine
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Irpinia (2) (3) (4) by N3pt//
Via Flickr:
(2) Church of San Francesco, Zungoli (3) Bell tower, Monteverde    Â
#agricultural landscape#haybales#houses#coutnryside#churches#bell tower#wind turbine#flowers#italy#irpinia#campania
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mind filled with the black masc country lesbian that i'm writing in my novel
#she's so pretty and strong and traumatized lmao#imagining her working on the neighbor's farm#feeding the animals driving that tractor getting those haybales ready#oh my god someone take my pen away from me#liya talks
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#my stuff#difficulty: expert#terato#local tour: centauri [he/she/they]#yeehaw#featuring - conveniently placed haybales
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His name is Purple Pikmin and 3000 Water Wraiths turn gray every year because of him
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