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hi everyone! i’d like to announce i will be moving over to the blog @manjiroily !! i need a fresh start so i will be moving there and abandoning this blog, thank you all for supporting me!

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boyfriend asked what i was doing, told him i was editing a picture, boyfriend asked "is it something like house stretched out with the words 'menstrual blood' on it or some shit?", boyfriend was wrong, boyfriend was also onto something this goes hard

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hi everyone!! unfortunately my ask box is not working so please dm me your requests instead as i try to troubleshoot!! thank youuu!!

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#PYRAMIDS! boot. hill

☆ sum. purposely knocking off someone's cowboy hat is a fighting offense. Women, however, have a little leeway. A man who lets a woman wear his hat indicates that he's interested in seeing more of her - and if she takes it off him, it means that she'd like to take off some of his other attire too.

wc. 573—3,046 charas

warnings. fluff, suggestive, flirting, cute hangout, late night, pre established relationship, teasing, roaming hands, drinking, lap sitting, ass grabbing/smacking, afab!reader

It was no secret Boothill had a thing for you, and he wasn’t exactly trying to hide it either! Between all of the thigh rubbing, playful flirting, and that stupid fucking cowboy hat.. but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t wanna take his hat off of him and show him what you could do with that nimble body of yours.

Tonight? Tonight that was no different, scrolling mindlessly on your phone until you felt your phone buzz in your hands, looking to the top of your screen as you realized who texted you, damned Galaxy Ranger.

Long story short? He asked you to come out and get a drink, hang out with him for a little bit back at his place for a little while and maybe even spend the night. Here you were, black stilettos, little red dress that only went down mid-thigh, to top it all off a little necklace and a pair of earrings, and a clutch to go with it.

You threw your keys and your phone into your clutch, grabbing a jacket as you threw it over your shoulders before essentially slamming the door behind you.

“There’s the pretty girl!” You smiled as Boothill exclaimed, turning his head to face you, who was making your way to the couch in his apartment, wide, white, plush couch.. fidgeting with your dress as you sat next to him, your thigh grazing the metal of his own artificial body, in a way it felt like a kiss of life and immortality.

“Hey cowboy, get lonely?” You grin, looking at the array of alcohol sitting on the table silently, the different shapes, sizes and colors of the bottles reflecting off of the light in the room. He nods, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

“Yeah, but here you are all dolled up f’me. I can’t complain when I’ve got such a pretty little thing right here with me.” He teases, his hand moving to shift you to sit on his lap, your dress riding up your thighs exposing a bit of the panties you wore, not that he minded.

You follow his movements, your legs thrown over his thighs as your arms snake around his neck like overgrown vines on a gate, the intimacy of the situation both foreign and familiar.

You felt the alcohol burning your throat as his grip on your ass got tighter, metal hands slamming and gripping onto your sensitive, red, raw flesh as he shoved his tongue down your mouth past your lips, his teeth nipping at your skin as he groaned into you, feeling your whimpers against him, your hips grinding into his lap with a need for friction.

Your dress had been pushed up past your thighs and ass, bunched up at your waist as he practically rutted into you, pulling away to let you breathe.

“Boothill..” You whined, feeling his hand rub up and down the tender flesh of your rear, a way to make up for his rather.. harsh display of affection. Your hands found his hair, long, shiny, soft, black locks of hair, and sitting on top of them? His cowboy hat..

Without a second thought you pulled it off of him and onto yourself, one of his hands planted on your ass moving to cup the hand on your head.

“You takin’ off my hat, sugar?” He asks while his eyes travel up and down your dwarfed form in his lap, completely at his mercy “Yeah.. why?” You ask with clear scrutiny in your tone, a tease in your lips as you lean closer.

“You wanna let this gentleman take something else off of you in return?”

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Hi everyone! Currently preparing for decembers fics!! im going to be doing christmas themed fics all next month so please lmk if you have any ideas u can always drop them in my requests!!

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I’m four years old now!!

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CSM CAM — DRABBLE feat ; aki, denji, yoshida

randomized scenarios about some of the csm boys !!!

includes : drabble, fluff, other miscellaneous things, mentions of boobs in denji's

alo's notes : lolololllll im back in my csm phase so here's some thoughts i had abt them as bfs

DENJI ; who'll always sit next to you and rub your knees and thighs while muttering words of praise in your ears

YOSHIDA ; who'll give you a different bouquet of flowers every week on a monday (knowing its your least favorite day of the week) with a small card

AKI ; who carries gum with him so you don't have to smell his pungent cigarette breath after he smokes

YOSHIDA ; who will rest his head in your lap no matter where you are when he's tired, expecting you to play with his hair

DENJI ; who'll poke at your boobs and stomach simply because he's bored or because he just wanrs your attention, wanting to feel your skin from under your shirt.

AKI ; who lets you play with his hair, braiding it and twirling it between your fingers as he moans softly in delight

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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever. bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

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Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

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please support and donate!!!

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hoyo after seeing all the guns n roses posts:

anyways… WE WON YALLL ARGENTHILL IS REAL

i love them ❤️

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drops and leaves

COMN FANFIC WRITERS !!

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#PYRAMIDS! boot. hill

☆ sum. purposely knocking off someone's cowboy hat is a fighting offense. Women, however, have a little leeway. A man who lets a woman wear his hat indicates that he's interested in seeing more of her - and if she takes it off him, it means that she'd like to take off some of his other attire too.

wc. 573—3,046 charas

warnings. fluff, suggestive, flirting, cute hangout, late night, pre established relationship, teasing, roaming hands, drinking, lap sitting, ass grabbing/smacking, afab!reader

It was no secret Boothill had a thing for you, and he wasn’t exactly trying to hide it either! Between all of the thigh rubbing, playful flirting, and that stupid fucking cowboy hat.. but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t wanna take his hat off of him and show him what you could do with that nimble body of yours.

Tonight? Tonight that was no different, scrolling mindlessly on your phone until you felt your phone buzz in your hands, looking to the top of your screen as you realized who texted you, damned Galaxy Ranger.

Long story short? He asked you to come out and get a drink, hang out with him for a little bit back at his place for a little while and maybe even spend the night. Here you were, black stilettos, little red dress that only went down mid-thigh, to top it all off a little necklace and a pair of earrings, and a clutch to go with it.

You threw your keys and your phone into your clutch, grabbing a jacket as you threw it over your shoulders before essentially slamming the door behind you.

“There’s the pretty girl!” You smiled as Boothill exclaimed, turning his head to face you, who was making your way to the couch in his apartment, wide, white, plush couch.. fidgeting with your dress as you sat next to him, your thigh grazing the metal of his own artificial body, in a way it felt like a kiss of life and immortality.

“Hey cowboy, get lonely?” You grin, looking at the array of alcohol sitting on the table silently, the different shapes, sizes and colors of the bottles reflecting off of the light in the room. He nods, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

“Yeah, but here you are all dolled up f’me. I can’t complain when I’ve got such a pretty little thing right here with me.” He teases, his hand moving to shift you to sit on his lap, your dress riding up your thighs exposing a bit of the panties you wore, not that he minded.

You follow his movements, your legs thrown over his thighs as your arms snake around his neck like overgrown vines on a gate, the intimacy of the situation both foreign and familiar.

You felt the alcohol burning your throat as his grip on your ass got tighter, metal hands slamming and gripping onto your sensitive, red, raw flesh as he shoved his tongue down your mouth past your lips, his teeth nipping at your skin as he groaned into you, feeling your whimpers against him, your hips grinding into his lap with a need for friction.

Your dress had been pushed up past your thighs and ass, bunched up at your waist as he practically rutted into you, pulling away to let you breathe.

“Boothill..” You whined, feeling his hand rub up and down the tender flesh of your rear, a way to make up for his rather.. harsh display of affection. Your hands found his hair, long, shiny, soft, black locks of hair, and sitting on top of them? His cowboy hat..

Without a second thought you pulled it off of him and onto yourself, one of his hands planted on your ass moving to cup the hand on your head.

“You takin’ off my hat, sugar?” He asks while his eyes travel up and down your dwarfed form in his lap, completely at his mercy “Yeah.. why?” You ask with clear scrutiny in your tone, a tease in your lips as you lean closer.

“You wanna let this gentleman take something else off of you in return?”

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giys boothill fic dropping today everyone cheer

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i lied guys this fucking psat stuff is so confusing i haven’t had time to write.. ☹️

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GUYS JJK FIC COMING SOON WHO CHEERED

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MIDNIGHT TICKLE FIGHT!

BOOTHILL — FLUFF, DOMESTIC

"Boothill stop!-" you laugh as your vision blurs, feeling the way your air sucked itself out of lungs as you shield your sides, he bouts of giggles failing to halt themselves.

"Nuh-uh sugar! You started it!" he laughs back, the cold metal fingers starting to warm as they poke at your sides, pressing into your warm skin and press the air out of your lungs.

In a way this was the most domestic thing you've both done in months, your back pressed against the leather of the couch, his hands on either side of you as you get caged in like a little bird and it's mate fooling around like two little idiots. Your legs between his, his larger, only mildly leaner form held over yours like a shield from everything else in the world.

After his daughter died it was only the two of you, he loves you, you love him, what more could he ask for?

Maybe another try at a baby.. not that you told him about her yet..