#wandering love

[nescaveckwriter]

Wandering Love - Chapter Four

A/N: Y'all this is Eeeekk🤭😋! yes freaking exciting, I🩷 love writing about Cowboy Benny, also this will have you will Awww moments🥺, and most probably hating me for cliffhanger, (sorry not sorry)🤣😱

Warnings: 18+ Only , Violence, Guns, Swearing, anything else, please let me know.🐞

Word Count: 1998🐞

Credits: Photos - Pinterest & Google🐞

Standing in the bushes he recalled the information he gathered in the town earlier that day, a CJ is this Bobby Singer's guardian, and from what he heard he's quite good. But he sure as hell didn't expect a little woman to point a shotgun at him, so he begun to speak, he sounded tired, it was a long ride "I didn't come here to cause no trouble mam"

"Oh well aren't you mighty nice, the name is CJ" she haulers

"I just came to talk" so this is CJ he thought to himself

"Oh really came to talk or take him?" Stepping off the porch now "Either way , you better go back where you came from"

"Not the trusting kind I see" he sneered

"No what gave you that idea, show yourself now" she shouted

"I'll come out, but I gotta warm you CJ, I'm the fastest gunslinger in the west, try too shoot me and you'll be the one biting the dust"

"I don't just shoot, step out of the shadows now" she demanded

The large man stepped out, three times her size, but she's dealt with plenty of men twice her size. No way she'd stand down from a fight due to a giant. As he walked slowly closer, something about him seemed familiar. He came to a stop, as she looked up at him, that's when se saw his blue eyes glistening in the moonlight, how could this be, it's him, its really him. "Benny" she exclaimed, before she could stop herself, she let the shotgun come to a fall, as she ran towards him.

He couldn't believe his eyes, it's his Willow. He couldn't form a word, as she ran towards him, jumping into his arms he held it out towards her instinctively. He sure as hell didn't waste a single second, he devoured her lips, like a man who's ravished, a man who's been left in the desert for too long. Clearly she felt the same, not once breaking the kiss, well that was until they heard multiple horses, surrounding them, a single gunshot was fired up in the air. Benny and CJ drew their 45's, backs standing against each other facing the bandit's. He sounded happy under the circumstances "Nice, 45 peacemaker, Willow"

She smiled, "the best gunslinger in the west, trained me too use them, and I stuck too it"

The hooded guy rode closer, bandana covering his mouth, "Ah little ol' CJ, protecting an murderer?"

Squinting her eyes, disgust in her voice "Dalton"

Benny spoke behind her, "you know this clown?"

"Yes his the eldest of the Jefferson brothers, and the damn reason Bobby lost his wife"

Benny turned to face her for a second "so it's true you, protect those who can't protect themselves"

All she got out was "I try" before the other two Jefferson brothers stormed the both of them.

Benny and CJ, both holstered their peacemakers, ready to get down and dirty in a fist fight.

Benny almost lost his mind, when he saw the one brother throwing a punch towards his little woman child, but she ducked giving him a upper jab, instead. The fist in his ribs caught him off guard, swinging his right fist towards the man's face, bringing the bandit too a fall, the gunshot took him by surprise, as it pierced his shoulder, glaring towards the man on the ground who shot him, Benny drew his 45, before the man could get off a second round, he planted that bullet between his eyes. Turning to face Willow, seeing she ran into the house, to probably get Bobby, the guy she fought off earlier is lying in the grass with a bloodied face.

Facing the old man in his wheelchair, holding a hunting rifle in hand "Come on Bobby we gotta go." He didn't hesitate he just simply agreed. She took ahold of the handles, pushing him towards the door, but she was met by Dalton.

"Hello pretty thing" he taunted her.

"Get out of my way Dalton" she ordered

He started to laugh, but it was short lived as she drew that 45, and pulled the trigger, she just simply winged him.  Even though he deserved to die, that's not who she was, she will wound her enemies, never try to kill them unless it's absolutely necessary.

Dalton got up, holding his shoulder to stop the bleeding, he glared in her direction "I'll get you CJ"

As she and Bobby went through the front door, she caught a glimpse of Benny, he was fighting with two other men, of course he was winning the fight. The moment he punched the last of the men he fighting, she shouted for his help with getting Bobby off of the stairs and onto a horse.

He whistled for Shadow, she did the same with Savannah, the horses came running, Benny quickly lifted Bobby out of his chair, and tied him to Shadow's back, got up, as did CJ, they ran, as if a tornado was about too hit the place.

Dalton and what's left of his men, quickly chased after them, furiously he shouted behind. "You killed my brother, your going to pay, I'll take something from you too Benny" he knew exactly who Benny Lafitte was, the man who weren't scared about anything, and he sure as hell didn't have any weaknesses until now that is, he saw the way those two kissed. With that being said he took his rope and started swinging, it up in the air, he isn't the best damn Rodeo rider for nothing, the lasso is swirling in the, air, just before the turn, in the road he flung the rope, catching his little steer so too say. He tucked at the rope, pulling it towards his direction, she travelled through the air, yelping when she hit the dirt road.

She saw the way Dalton grinned, pulling her closer towards his horse, she was defenseless as the rope, tightened around her arms and waist.

Benny heard the moment when his Willow screamed, he turned around running towards the sounds but he was met , by a couple of men and their rifles. He returned fire as best he could with just one arm, he was out gunned , knowing the only chance for her too survive is for him too get away, get Bobby to safety, he turned around, his cowboy boots giving Shadow the extra motivation, to run like the wind, and he did, until the  sound of the gunshots died down.

His blue eyes has turned dark, his jawline clenched and his mind is racing with terrible thoughts of what will happen to his sweet woman child. He just got her back, he can't loose her again. Swearing to himself, that he'll do anything in his power to save her.

Dalton's laugh was so damn irritating, if she could only write that smug off his face with her fist, but no, she's tied up too a tree trunk, he took her peacemakers, for himself, damn bastard. Every now and then he'll make a turn , kicking her or punching her in the face, of course she grunted now and again, but there aren't no way, she'll show him, in how much pain she really is, pretty sure, her whole body is bruised from the fall.

He walks closer too her, clenching her chin in his sweaty fingers, he smirked "Oh your going to be so much fun"

He came closer forcing a kiss, she tried to look away, but he hold her in place. She kicked him away and he demanded one of his men too tie up her legs as well.

"Feisty little one are you, I'll break you in don't worry " he grinned

A sly smile tugged at her lips, "I'll never break, you can try your best, but I will never" she meant every damn word.

He just laughed and sneered "We'll see about that." He walked back towards the campfire, sat down and drank some moonshine, his men joined in on the fun, laughing and telling each other about how they will take turns with her, and what they'll do to her. She had too be honest with herself, she was scared, she was so damn scared, so when one by one started to get drunk, she knew it was now or never, the entire time she tugged at the rope, pulling it loose thread by thread, her hands and fingers where a bloodied mess, but one hand came loose then the other one, every now and again, when they didn't look at her like she was prey, she'd start to untie the rope around her legs as well, both ropes was still around her giving the impression she was still tied up, but it was loose enough so that she could escape the moment she got a chance. She heard Dalton bark orders at his brother, to have his turn first, and that's when she saw the opportunity, as he came, closer towards her, he taunted her with a knife in hand tracing from her jaw to her collar bone right towards her chest. Without warning she kicked him on he's knees, taking the knife from him, placing it against his throat, maybe a little too hard as the blood started seeping through.

"Y'all better listen to me Dalton, give me my weapons back, and let me walk on outta here, then, you won't need too loose yet another brother" she warned.

He did as he was told throwing her belt with the holstered weapons towards her, he knew she one against ten so the odds was in his favor.

She catches the belt with one hand. The other hand still holding the knife in place. As she clipped the belt in place around her waist, she drew her 45 in her left hand, then letting the knife go, quickly drawing the other 45 as well, the man on the floor, flung around ready to take her, off her feet, but he stared down the barrel of the gun. Clicking her tongue "No I wouldn't advise that Cowboy"

Before anyone could reply, she turned and started running, she aren't no coward but like Kenny Rogers said "You got know when hold em' and now when too fold em"

She heard the men's footsteps and gunshots behind her, but she just ran, she ran all deeper and deeper into the forest, trying to decide, which way to go she felt the bullet piercing through skin, off her right shoulder blade, she tumbled, falling to her knees, maybe it was the adrenaline maybe it was the fear of those men catching up with her, but she just got up, blood streaming down her arm, she knew it was like a beacon for the men after her, giving away her position, so when she saw the riverbank, she knew that was her only chance of survival. It's almost nearly dark again, but its here only way. Jumping in she felt the coldness of the water against her skin. The river current was strong, almost too strong, she tried too swim but couldn't move her right arm, so she just stopped letting the current guide her. Hearing Dalton shout "She's as good as dead, let's go"

A relieved sigh left her lips, she made it, she was going to be okay. A dead tree stump floating around held her afloat, she felt the current getting stronger and stronger, she shouted when she saw the reason behind the strong current, "No! A damn waterfall" she tried to calm herself down, knowing there's nothing left for her too do, at least she was able too see and kiss the love of her life one last time, while thinking about the events the past 20 or so hours, the current took her over the edge, thousands and thousands of rumbling water plunging down with her. She went under as the tree stump broke, the last thing she could see was the moonlight shining through the water.

[wordsofawanderingsoul]

Okay but you know what else is super funny?

Professor Layton is often described as being attractive and has multiple people crushing on him. If he were in a college anime there’d be a harem club dedicated to him.

But this is the style he’s drawn in.

Meanwhile Phoenix Wright looks like the stereotypical hot anime boy that you’d think would be the object of many a person’s dreams…

But his looks are constantly ridiculed and insulted and half the people he has helped don’t even remember his name. Usually the insults are directed at his hair but like… he doesn’t even have the weirdest hair in the franchise.

Like this is so funny to me?

[vaultnewt]

NO MATTER WHERE I HIDE MY DONUT FRYER NICK ALWAYS FINDS IT AND USES IT

I'M SO SICK OF HIM

HOW?!!?!?

NICK. NICK STOP MAKING DONUTS PLEASE NICK WE NEED TO BREAK INTO THE INSTITUTE AND GET MY SON NICK PLEA

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UPDATE: he finally got his donuts :]

[egophiliac]

2025 is the year of the DRAGON SLIPPERS

[kissingagrumpygiant]

They didn't let Solas interact with Kieran in dai bc he'd smell the June on him and have a melt down thinking about their own parallels and also Kieran would doxx him on fantasy roblox by accident

[mienar]

the wandering painter, part one

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[beelumi]

🍀 happy birthday nahida 🍀✨️

outdoor lesson for scarameow and her lil students

[cherimoyatea]

My Body is ready. My Wallet is not.

[pachimation]

happy birthday scara!! 🥳

can’t wait to see what you’ll do this year!

[echo-spooky]

WANDERER SHOWED DURIN THE MERCY AND UNDERSTANDING HE HIMSELF DIDN'T GET AT HIS LOWEST POINT AND ACTIVELY TRIED TO HELP HIM WHEN HE FELL DOWN FROM THE LEDGE. WHAT IF I DIED.

[jennifer-jeong]

Smut | AFAB!Reader Somnophilia

SUMMARY He gets needy while you're sleeping but you don't mind

CONTENT NSFW, 18+, smut, fluff sprinkled in, consensual somno, nipple play, clit play, penetration, m and f orgasm, creampie, doggy, lots of kisses, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

WORD COUNT: 1848

GOJO SATORU, KAVEH, AVENTURINE, XAVIER, ASTARION Wanderer, Boothill, Dan Heng, Marius Von Hagen

It was one of those days where you immediately collapsed onto your bed when you got home, not even bothering to do your nightly routine before allowing sleep to wash over you. You quickly pulled off your top, bra, and pants to put on a random t-shirt you found on the ground, probably belonging to your boyfriend. You opted to just sleep in this and your panties. It was around 9 pm, the summer sun still finishing its setting, but you were so exhausted you figured you’d just sleep now and maybe get up early.

Around 11 pm, your boyfriend, after noticing you were asleep and getting ready for bed quietly, sneaked into your shared room to join you for a good night's rest.

He laid down to your right, looking at your cute sleeping figure. You were sleeping on your back, turned slightly to the right, peacefully slumbering.

He propped himself up on an elbow to give you some forehead kisses, using his free hand to caress your soft face.

Laying back down, he dug his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your sweet scent. He felt a wave of warmth wash over him, groaning as he exhaled and snaked his arm over your waist.

“Fuck.” He thought.

You always smelled good but why was it doing something to him right now?

Maybe it was that you were wearing his shirt, clearly without a bra. Maybe he was just extra pent up today. Maybe it was how your curves felt as his hand slowly rubbed up and down on your hips. Maybe it was that his hand was reaching up to your chest, rubbing at your nipples through the thin fabric. Maybe it was how your body still reacted so sensitively to him even while you slept, your sensitive buds already hardening under his touch.

He stopped for a second, feeling bad that he was doing this to you while you slept. Even though he knows that you two have already talked about this, and that you were actually very insistent that he was allowed to do something like this, he still hesitated.

After some more internal debate, he decided he’d just be gentle with you. His goal was to slowly wake you up and if you didn’t want to continue he’d apologize profusely, even though he knew you well enough to know that you definitely wouldn’t mind if he woke you up like this.

His hand returned to your body, slipping under the shirt you were wearing, feeling your smooth skin as it traveled up to your chest again. He kneaded your bare breasts, thumb playing with your still hardened nipple.

Somehow, his little internal debate and his decision to continue was making him even more hot and bothered. It was the fact that he thought so deeply about the situation and made himself deeply aware that he was doing this to your body without your conscious knowledge.

In any other situation, he’d feel wrong about this, but with the trust you two had in each other and with how long you’ve been dating, it was actually turning him on more. Knowing that you loved him enough to trust him with your body like this. Knowing that he’d let you do the same in a heartbeat. Knowing that you’d probably be as turned on as him right now if you were awake.

Fuck, you were so perfect for him.

He needed to show you how much he loved you and just how badly he needed you.

He sat up, kissing at your neck and collarbone as he made his way between your legs.

When he removed the covers from you, he noticed you were just wearing panties under. A cute pair of white lacy panties, they were a design that was comfy enough for you to have worn throughout the day but somehow you still made them look as sexy as lingerie to him.

He hooked a hand under your leg to position himself properly while his other hand pushed your shirt up above your chest to reveal your pretty tits to him. His hands then both went to roll your nipples between his thumb and finger before sliding down, admiring your waist, your curves. Your skin was so smooth it drove him crazy. At this point he was painfully hard and breathing heavy just from worshiping your body.

Maybe if you weren’t so exhausted, you would’ve woken up and told him to continue by now, but you really were fully knocked out.

His hands continued south, grabbing the top of your panties to pull them down and helping you take them off, taking note of the wonderfully filthy fact that strings of arousal connected you and the fabric together. The sight made him clench his jaw and also served as evidence that he should keep going.

He held your legs apart slightly, not wanting to force you to stretch too much. He lined his tip up with your folds, rubbing his pre cum in with your arousal before sinking his tip in. His mouth hung open as he watched where you two were connected with lidded eyes.

He fucked you with his tip a bit despite the fact that your body was already ready for more. You shifted in your sleep a bit and he let go of your legs to let you position yourself however you wanted. You turned more onto your right side so he started to hug your left leg as he eased more of himself into your gummy walls.

He was so fucking sensitive, the drag of his length on your slicked walls felt so fucking good. After a few more thrusts, he easily bottomed out in you. He cursed under his breath, thinking about how perfectly you fit around him, as if you were made just for each other.

He started a slow pace, fucking you slow, hoping to wake you up soon.

You started to stir, slowly regaining consciousness as he slowly thrusted into you. At the same time, you started to react to it more too. Quiet moans starting to slip out of your mouth which only encouraged him further. The wet sound of his length massaging in and out of your core added even more to his need for you right now.

Soon, you shifted more, now onto your stomach. He separated from you to let you get comfy, assuming you might still be asleep but hoping you were waking up a bit at least. He sat between your legs as you laid on your chest, he kneaded your ass and spread your folds to see your pretty self covered in arousal.

“Hmm…? Baby?” You slurred, sleep in your voice evident. You lifted your head slightly, eyes still closed, waiting for a response.

“Hey sweetheart, sorry to wake you up and to do this while you’re asleep-” he apologized before you cut him off with a displeased groan.

“Why are you apologizing baby?” You continued sleepily as you spread your legs further, pulling a pillow under your stomach to prop yourself up onto your knees, “keep going, feels s’good.”

“A-are you sure?” He questioned one last time.

“Mmhmm I’m sure baby, you know I like it,” you replied, laying your head back down to rest it on your arm, closing your eyes.

Your boyfriend exhaled shakily, leaning over your back to pepper kisses over your exposed skin, shirt still pulled up all the way. “So good to me,” he whispered into your skin as he eased himself back into your needy cunt.

You were insanely turned on at this point. Knowing that he initiated this and that your body was responding to him despite being unconscious was fucking hot. The fact that he needed you so badly but still made sure to check if you were okay with it made your head spin. God you loved this man.

He started to thrust into you slow, drawing long strokes where you could hear the slick slide of him going in and out so clearly. His jaw was slack, hands gripping your ass as he could barely keep himself upright on his knees from how good it felt.

He threw his head back as he started to speed up, the light “plap” sound filling the air and adding to your arousals.

Your brow furrowed as you started to moan into the pillow, slowly actually consciously perceiving the pleasure he was giving you.

“Y’fill me up s’good baby,” you hummed, breathing heavy.

“Fffuck… You’re such a good fucking girl f’me.” He replied, panting just as heavily as you. “Gonna make you feel good yeah? You deserve it.”

He leaned over you and snaked a hand around to rub at your neglected clit, wanting to at least attempt to make you feel as good as you were making him feel. But you were squeezing him so tight, he wasn’t sure if anything could feel better than this.

His free hand started playing with your tits, rolling and pinching at your sensitive nipples. You were still partially awake but the raw pleasure he was giving to you made you feel like you were dreaming. Him stimulating your tits, clit, g spot, stretching you out at the same time, and the delicious drag of him on your walls was dizzying.

He started to get more rough with his thrusts as he felt your pussy twitch around him, indicating you were getting closer, also bringing him closer to his high. Pure desire was taking over the man as the slapping of your skin together started getting louder, rhythm getting faster.

You could feel him twitching in you at this point as his small whines and groans started to turn into louder moans, his eyes turning into hearts, watching where you two were connected.

Your bliss plus your lingering exhaustion prevented you from forming a more proper sentence so all you could manage to tell him you wanted to finish together was “ngh… i-inside baby… please mmm- hhngg.”

Both of you tumble over the edge together as you clamp down on him as his body shakes, trying his best to ride out both of your highs. Waves of pleasure continue to rack both of your bodies as you moan in unison. He continues to give you light thrusts and toy with your clit as you both come down.

After overstimulating both of you for a few strokes, he pulls out to admire the cum dripping out of your twitching hole.

Sleep starts to take over him though so he quickly cleans the two of you up, fills your water bottle and jumps into bed.

He was going to whisper some sweet nothings to you about how much he loves you but you had already fallen fast asleep. But, it didn’t stop him from giving you lots of forehead kisses while holding you close to his chest and it didn’t stop you from nuzzling into his neck subconsciously. Both of you expressing yourself without needing words. You both slept very well that night.

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The girls are back (from the grave)

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[siomaoart]

new gays spotted

[fairsweetlonging]

i love writing about shen qingqiu flirting with people but not knowing he does it, and never realizing what effect it has on people or when they flirt back

for instance, he doesn't quite have a grasp on the usage of flowery, poetic speech yet, so he uses it in ways that are more suggestive than he means to. he compliments liu qingge's fighting style but the words he uses are "dancing like a snow lotus in the high mountain gales" and liu qingge turns so red shen qingqiu thinks he has a fever. he also said to wei qingwei that if only he was better a guqing player he would capture the sound of his laughter (wei qingwei has a boisterous laugh and this was meant to be teasing) and wei qingwei lay awake for three nights thinking about that.

he'd try to banter with yue qingyuan in the sort of taunting style of the original sqq, but in doing so accidentally strays into "shixiong should just bring his pillow and move in with how much he visits" "well if shidi insists" territory, and he doesn't realize it.

he pretends to be jealous when liu qingge goes on a mission with someone else, saying things like "shidi is having so much fun with [other peak lord], am i not enough? has my heart been traded for another?" with a fake pout that's supposed to be playful, but that inadvertently causes liu qingge to only accept missions with him or by himself, and of course shen qingqiu keeps digging this hole deeper by then acting flattered when liu qingge invites only him to the hunt.

he also definitely goes a little shakespearean sometimes to be dramatic, but people take that serious too. one time shang qinghua was too busy to read/write with him, so he complained to whoever listened, "the cruelty of his words have ripped my heart asunder, never again will i feel joy from what has now turned to sorrow", and two days later shang qinghua asks him what the hell he said to make half of the peak lords show up angry at his house like scorned lovers

in my mind he has also made a "chain me to the bed to have your way" kind of comment about his without a cure treatment, because mu qingfang added twenty new concoctions to the list that are yucky and shen yuan doesn't like yucky things, but even he was like "hm" about that and their next appointment was a little awkward.

[backpackingspace]

Penelope: Hey husband I need you to pretend to be dead for a little bit okay?

Odysseus: What why?

Penelope: Well there's a guy out there who wants to give me free stuff so...

Odysseus: ohhh you're scamming someone. Of course I'll pretend to be dead my love! Want me to kill him afterwards?

[livelaughlovesubs]

Quick thirst before I go back to writing, I was craving something sweet

Imagine this….

Him, sitting in your lap, face buried into the crook of your neck, back bend as he meekly claws at your shoulders. Your entire focus on him and his body, on the way his fingers twitched, the way he squirmed in pleasure.

One arm is securely wrapped around him, holding him close, listening to each others heart beat. The other one feeling him up, teasing his weak spots or playing with his erotic zones. And every time you rub just slightly harder, you are met with his moans and whimpers ringing in your ears. His breath tickling your skin and his tears damping your shoulder.

And once he gets close, he whispers, “I’m yours.”