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[nvuy]

hijacked — boothill

summary. a mission to retrieve some files from a banquet hall goes wayward south when a galaxy ranger shows up to ruin your night—and score some bonus kisses while he’s at it.

notes. save me space cowboy… save me… remembered his entire body is robotic except his head. the possibilities to hack it and take over……….. ngh

HEY YOU!! there’s a sequel now.

warnings. little bit of threatening, mind control/hacking/hijacking? you take over his body for like a few minutes? is that a warning?

“Hey, pretty thing.”

Target locked. Your scanners had already tracked him before you could even realise he was speaking to you.

You swiftly hid away the USB drive in your purse.

Did he know?

It seemed his own eye enhancements—although a lot less subtle than yours—were scanning you down as well. How transactional. You’d hoped the walls you’d put up were enough to keep whatever technology he had at bay. Or at least, not trigger any alarms.

“You looked lonely. Was g’nna buy you a drink. Help you loosen up a bit.” He swished his own drink in your face for good measure. The coupe glass in his hands looked odd. He didn’t seem like a cocktail man. Not at all.

He looked like a whiskey man. Hard whiskey. With ice. In a tumbler with ribbed glass. You could picture it.

He just looked so out of place at the banquet.

He wasn’t even following the dress code. He was wearing boots, and a pair of old pants with zips along the calves. A hat with a white feather woven into the fabric rested on a head of long white hair with splashes of black around his face.

“No thanks,” you said with a wave. You tried to discreetly scan down his body, searching for any sort of hint of how you could get into his system.

His pants and what little material of his jacket hid most of the metal of his body. Internally, you cursed at it. He had no clear openings in his neck or arms. His head seemed entirely organic.

No weak spots.

“N’aww. Shame.”

The front door felt a lot further away now. Even more so, knowing he was most definitely here for you. He hadn’t even introduced himself yet. You had a feeling he knew he didn’t need to.

“Was g’nna ask ya to dance.”

You laughed awkwardly. “I can’t dance in these shoes.”

“Take ‘em off. Who cares?” he bantered playfully. “I’ll watch out for ‘em if they’re expensive.”

“They’re priceless,” you quipped back. “All of me is.”

“Good. You know your worth.”

You were actually worth about fifteen million, as according to your wanted status by the IPC. You weren’t sure if this man was a part of them, though members of the IPC were always very adamant on letting you know that, yes, they did work at the IPC. It was usually the first thing that came out of their mouths.

Questioning if they actually worked at the IPC opened another entire can of worms.

You didn’t feel the need to ask. Not in that moment, at least.

“And what’s yours?” you asked him with a bat of your lashes.

He winked. “Guess.”

You smiled and scanned him down again. “Depends. I’d have to see what you’re made of.”

“Naughty.” He leaned back against the wall with you. “You sure you don’t want that drink? It’s a cosmopolitan.”

Very sure. You were convinced that he’d just taken the drink from one of the server’s trays. You couldn’t imagine he’d walked up to the bar and requested it for himself.

“You strike me as a whiskey man,” you eased. It came past your lips like butter.

He flashed his teeth in warning.

Then, he sipped his drink. “You’re good. Anything else you can read with your fancy eyes?”

You stopped short.

He did know. It wasn’t a surprise, not at all. He wasn’t entirely human. He must have been equipped with similar technology to realise just how advanced yours was.

You realised then with a shaky breath that you had the same vision enhancements as he did. An even match, unable to read through to each other.

He must have had so much more, too. You only had so many enhancements, whereas he was made almost entirely of metal. The thought of amount of different codings and technology he had crammed into every wire of his body gave you a headache.

Bad idea. You shouldn’t have provoked him. You needed to retreat. You needed to get home, preferably safely, with the USB stored nice and snug in your purse.

You tried not to let your nervousness show, but by the way he was staring at you, you knew he could read your face.

“That’s it, then. You’ve figured out my party trick.” You got up from the wall. “Thank you for the offer. The drink, I mean.” You cleared your throat. “I’ll be going now.”

“I’m not scaring you off, am I?” He got up off the wall too.

He hadn’t taken his eyes off of you.

“Not at all.” When you turned to face him, he was smiling so wide his eyes had crinkled. “Have a good night.”

“At least let me walk you out,” he insisted. He also offered to hold your purse, to which you quickly declined. That only made him smile impossibly wider. “What sort of man am I to not see a pretty thing like you get home safe?”

You headed towards the hallway, knowing he was right behind you.

The banquet was still in full swing, barely even close to ending. Most of the cast were drunk or getting there. Heels had been discarded, some missing their pair, skewed all over the dancefloor like glitter.

The golden chandelier in the main room was yet to be pulled from the ceiling. You were surprised nobody had tried to swing from it yet.

You dodged chattering groups and couples in the hallway—one of them had decided to put on a full display while right next to an unoccupied bedroom, right there in the centre of the hall.

Another one was gagging dangerously close to your feet.

You shouldered past them. “Stop following me, Ranger.”

“Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be.” You felt his hair brush over your shoulder.

You knew he had a weapon. He wouldn’t have come to threaten you without one.

Before you could reach the door handle, he grabbed your wrist, pulled you backwards, and into the unoccupied guest room that the couple hadn’t bothered to take.

He shut the door with a loud slam, though not before hearing someone whistle out in the corridor.

Your head snapped towards him. He was leaning on the door, his arms crossed, looking almost unbothered.

“We can play this game all day, pumpkin. I got time.” He waved you off with a grin. “Give me the files. I’m askin’ nicely. I won’t force ya to hand ‘em over. Yet.”

You gritted your teeth.

You were so fucking close. So close to getting out of here, and then he had to come—this walking hunk of metal and scrap—and ruin everything.

Nothing ever went your fucking way anyway. You shouldn’t have been shocked something like this would happen.

You held your purse tightly in your hands. All of this was pointless. The dress, the heels, the hair, the nails, the makeup. All of it.

You just hoped by some miracle that he hadn’t found your locator beacon yet. You’d hidden it well; within the bushes outside away from anyone’s line of sight, but he wasn’t just anyone. He could see things a lot of people couldn’t.

“C’mon. You know you wanna…” He smiled sweetly for good measure. It looked like a threat. When he leaned to the side, the golden barrel of a gun flashed beneath his belt.

You could try to make a backup. Right then. You had what you needed in your watch. He’d probably stop you before it was complete.

Or…

Or what? What else could you do?

Your locator beacon wasn’t responding, though it hadn’t been broken. Most likely deactivated temporarily. You bounced on your heels.

You then formed the worst idea of your life.

With shaky hands, you walked towards him slowly. You reached into your purse, feeling for the cold plastic of the black USB he wanted to get his grubby hands on.

“Knew you’d come ‘round.” He held out his hand expectantly.

You fished the USB from your bag.

Then, before you could place it into his palm, you tripped and almost broke your nose on his torso. Your hands splayed desperately onto his chest to keep your face from shattering on impact.

He was quick to grab your arms to steady you with a surprised grunt.

There was a whirring sound, and then the sound of something mechanical and wrong. Foreign. Not from his body, but from yours.

The spaces beneath his joints lit up abright yellow for a moment before his hands loosened from your arms.

You grinned. Gotcha.

When you pulled back, he witnessed you pull a strange light from beneath his skin before you held it along your fingers.

When he blinked, you had an entire copy of his body in the palm of your hand. A hologram formed of his entire artificial makeup. Every crevice of his body, all of the metal that weaved to make him who he was.

All of it in your hand, with puppet strings attached.

It was missing just his head.

He froze. And then, he rushed out a simple, “what did you do?”

You tapped on his holographic arm on the screen. “Hijacked.”

When you moved it, his arm twitched to life.

Against his will, he pulled the gun from his holster and dropped it to the floor. It clattered uselessly onto the carpet.

He could only simply stare as his body moved against his will. There was no way to even twitch a finger with all his might.

It was like you had shut down all of his systems and replaced them with your own.

He should’ve seen this coming.

You whistled as you studied the model of him in your hands. When you tapped onto his neck, it zoomed in to show every single wire and thread of metal, as well as an accompanying string of coding.

“I don’t need any special enhancements to read you. What sort of cyborg comes in alone to try and stop me? You know who I am, don’t you?”

He wasn’t able to move his body. He said not a word.

“Somebody clearly doesn’t understand their body.” You patted his chest. His fans had kicked in. You could hear them whirring.

He was glaring at you.

“Did the IPC send you?”

After a moment, he scoffed. “Hardly. I don’t work for those… people.” It seemed like he wanted to say something else, but decided against it.

“Huh.” You didn’t think he was lying. “So… you’re not concerned about my bounty?”

“You said yourself you were priceless,” he countered easily. Despite his position, he was still grinning. “And besides, I’m sure my bounty is heaps bigger than yours.”

You almost snapped. He’d come to gloat, even at a disadvantage.

“You look better with your mouth shut,” you spat. You shoved the lining of code in his face for him to see, making the holographic blue screen as large as you possibly could. “I could make you tear yourself apart. I could make you forget who you are. I could alter whatever sort of brain you have in there. Watch yourself.”

Still glaring, but this time his lips sealed almost instantly.

You made him stand ram rod straight as you turned around, now eyeing a golden vanity next to the bed. The bedroom was surprisingly clean, save for a few empty glasses strewn about. No stains, no messes.

You sat down in the chair and angled the mirror so you could keep your eye on him.

You breathed out, trying not to stare at him for too long. You could feel your irritation growing, and it was showing on your face. If you stared at him for any longer, you feared you’d pull his limbs off with your own bare hands.

You fished out the powder from your purse and leaned closer to the mirror.

Maybe if you looked better, you’d feel better.

“You’re seriously dollin’ yourself up right now?” he asked, briskly annoyed.

You dabbed the sponge beneath your eyes. “Can’t let anyone think I let you put your hands on me. I have standards.”

He had nice hair. You weren’t sure if it was real, though. You weren’t sure if he could even grow hair. He was almost entirely artificial, save for his head.

He didn’t seem to age—his face, at least. You weren’t sure how old he was supposed to be, but his organic skin still looked fresh, as if left untouched and well taken care of.

Maybe it’s because that was all he had left of him.

You snapped the powder shut.

The ranger sneered. “Yeah, yeah. I’d beat you in a fight anyway.”

“‘Course you would,” you answered easily. You pulled a stick of gloss from your bag. You swiped the lipgloss over your lips, fixing it with the tip of your nail. “That’s not what I’m talking about, though.”

You stood from the chair, placing the gloss back in your purse.

“You’d never hit me, would you?”

His face almost lit up with fury.

It was absolutely hilarious.

“You’re so lucky I can't move,” he threatened. “You wouldn’t recognise your pretty face in the mirror.”

“Such a gentleman.” You stood on the tips of your toes to press your lips to his cheek. You hoped the sticky gloss bothered him, knowing he would be unable to wipe it off of him. You hoped it stained his milky skin a nice glittery bubblegum pink.

You hoped the scent of your perfume lingered on his skin, and he never forgot your name.

“Of course, gorgeous.” That same mocking tone. “Anything for you.”

You held the USB up to his lips. “Open.”

Begrudgingly, he did so.

You slipped the stick past his lips until his teeth caught onto the plastic and held it still.

“You can have it. I already got what I needed anyway.”

You kissed his other cheek for good measure, lingering for a moment before you pulled away. Two pink glittering stains on his face now; perfectly symmetrical.

“I’ll be thinking of you.” And that you would. You winked at him. “Bye, Boothill.”

Then, with sudden grid lines of yellow forming over your figure, the locator beacon buzzed to life, and you disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, you were outside in the cold night air. There were few people out in the front garden of the building, and none had spotted you.

You picked up the gadget and quickly left. A copy of his body and the USB were now a collection in your own personal belongings.

As soon as you vanished, Boothill regained control of his limbs and fell to the floor, trembling with the after effects of your invasion. His teeth were gritted as he pulled himself up onto the guest bed.

He spat the USB out before he could bite down and damage it.

He held it between his thumb and index finger.

There was a smear of your lipgloss on the side of the USB stick.

Mission accomplished, he supposed.

He also had two matching lipgloss stains on his skin as a trophy. He could see how stupid he looked in the vanity mirror.

He snickered with clenched, shaking fists.

You smelled like strawberry.

[yuusishi]

. . . DOODLED MARKS

pairing : Boothill x gn!reader

genre : fluff , written before Boothill release !!

cws/tws : none

a/n : I'll probably redo my headers for the hsr masterlist cuz I was thinking of putting Boothill and Acheron on there since they're both galaxy rangers then realized there'll probably be more rangers in the future and I don't wanna keep constantly adding 😭

BOOTHILL !!

“And what do you think you’re doin’ there, cutie” Boothill's eyes crossed over to you, the squeaks of the marker you held pressing and drawing on his metal arm very much audible, especially to the man being drawn on, “Just adding a little something-something to your mechanical body. Think of it as getting a tattoo” you said with eyes fixated on the ink swaying on the clean silver metal. Boothill is very much a known galaxy ranger, adding cutesy doodles will probably get him made fun of in the next location. Does he care? Not a single bit, any gift on his body given by you might as well be considered a blessing from the aeons themselves.

He hummed a tune as you continued adding little “tattoos” to his arm starting to stare off into space, he doesn’t remember where he heard it from, probably just something he heard hopping dream bubbles in Penacony he thinks. Boothill leans over, craning his head slightly to sneak a peek at what you’re concocting on his arm. A high-pitched whistle left his mouth when he saw your drawing, a toothy grin playing on his lips, feeling prouder of your creation than you are.

It was of a simple flower print, the stem branching out to lead to different leaves and flowers of different kinds. Was it something out of character for how Boothill acted and dressed? Very much. He continued admiring your work until you wiped a bead of sweat off your forehead as you finished, the marker clicking as the cap made contact with it again. Finally getting to inspect the artwork up close, he lifted his arm the second you moved back, earlier grin turned into a proud smile,

“I sure do hope that marker’s permanent, I wouldn’t shine this thing for a long time if it wasn’t” he said as he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on your temple, letting out a tiny chuckle.

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[leiawritesstories]

One Jealous Cowboy

Ooh I got one for ya: Aelin gets upset with Rowan and ignores him for a whole day and spends it w Fenrys, dorian and Cassian etc. and ro gets jealous

thanks for the prompt @everenvacker and i’m sorry it took so long :/ getting ready to move back to college is kinda taking over my life 

word count: 1,553

warnings: language, grumpy cowboys, mild angst

enjoy!! 

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Aelin wasn’t entirely sure why Rowan had woken up in such a terrible mood, but she wasn’t about to take any more of his shit. 

“I made coffee,” she offered when he stomped into the kitchen, scowling grumpily, his hair still mussed from sleep. 

“Hrmmphh,” he grumbled, blearily grabbing his mug and drinking the whole thing down in one go, the cup clattering against the counter as he banged it back down. “More?” 

She rolled her eyes. “Pot’s right there, cowboy.” 

“Ae--” 

“Don’t nickname me, Whitethorn.” Her tone was clipped. “What the hell flew up your ass this morning?” 

Ire sparked in his eyes. “Why d’ya assume I’m the grouchy one, Galathynius?” 

“I don’t know, because you’re nonverbal and irritable and then the first thing out of your mouth is a grumble?” 

He blinked. “All right, fair enough.” 

She huffed a short sigh. “I’ve got work, Rowan. I need to go.” 

“Aelin, I’m--” 

She cut him off with a quick, perfunctory kiss. “Bye.” And she headed out the front door, her flats tapping rapidly against the wooden porch. Fucking hell, she didn’t know how to deal with this. Maybe he was just tired out from not getting much sleep, but she knew she didn’t want to be in close quarters with him until they’d both had time to breathe, so she headed into the city to go to work. 

When she returned to the ranch in early afternoon, using the perks of being the boss to take the afternoon off, she hesitated a long moment before ducking into Rowan’s house to change, then drove over to the barn. Upon hearing her shoes against the flooring, Fenrys stuck his head out of one of the stalls. 

“Howdy, Ae!” the ranch hand called, waving cheerily. “Long way from your diners, aren’t you?” 

She grinned, the blonde’s easygoing charm putting her in a better mood. “Perks of being the boss, Moonbeam. I get to decide my time off.” 

“Amen to that,” he chortled. “Ya gonna take a ride?” 

“You wish,” she smirked, blowing him a little kiss. 

Fenrys burst into snorts of laughter, leaning against the stall to keep himself upright. “Oh no I don’t,” he wheezed. “I like my body parts right where they are, I do.” He winked lewdly. “Besides, Dor would rip my balls off, an’ I can’t have that.” 

Aelin snickered. “Touché.” 

Fen helped her saddle up a horse, and she led the dappled mare out into the corral and mounted up, clicking her tongue and directing the horse’s steps out around the ranch grounds. She headed for the south pasture, knowing it was usually empty save for whichever cowboy was out there training the young horses, and knowing also that Rowan tended to pass along the training duties to one of his ranch hands. It wasn’t long before she reached the pasture, the gate opened wide enough to let her mare trot in, and took a leisurely pace across the grass until the cowboy across the field became visible. 

She waved. “Hey, Dorian!” 

“Hey there,” Dorian grinned, petting his hand down the neck of the horse he’d been working with. “What brings ya out here, AG?” 

“Needed some air,” she said offhandedly, smoothly dismounting and letting Dorian lead the mare to a hobbling post. 

“Nothin’ like ranch air,” the dark-haired ranch hand agreed. “Hey, y’wanna help with saddle training?” 

Aelin arched a brow. “You sure he’s not gonna buck me off?” She eyed the young horse skeptically. 

Dorian shook his head. “Nah, I been trainin’ Damaris here for a solid while now, he’s takin’ to the saddle real well.” 

“All right,” Aelin agreed. “I’m game.” 

“Attagirl!” He patted the young horse some more, murmuring quiet instructions as he gestured for Aelin to step up onto the nearby mounting-up rock and swing herself into the saddle. “Easy now, Damaris.” 

The horse shuddered a little as she climbed into the saddle, but he stayed in place, not making any move to start bucking. 

“Good, good,” Dorian praised, indicating that Aelin should take the reins. With the halter in his hand, Dorian guided Damaris in a slow circle, coaxing the slightly nervous horse to walk, getting used to the feeling of Aelin on his back. One lap, two, three, and he let Aelin take control, guiding him in another circle. 

“Lookit you go, city girl!” drawled another voice, and both Aelin and Dorian turned to find Cassian Ilnair, Rowan’s old friend and the best cattle roper on the ranch, sitting casually on the fence. He tipped his hat. “Afternoon.” 

“Moral support, huh?” Aelin teased. 

Cass grinned. “Just observing the young one at work.” 

“Jackass,” Dorian laughed. “Two years older and he thinks he’s the sage.” 

“I am.” 

“Mhmm.” Dorian rolled his eyes at Aelin. 

“Hey, I wouldn’t be too hard on the kiddo,” Aelin snickered. “He’s done a crackerjack job training Damaris here, yeah?” 

“I’ll give him that,” Cass agreed. “Boy’s got a knack with the horses.” His grin spread wide and wicked. “Must be the part of him that just loves a good ride.” 

Dorian’s whole face flushed crimson as he spluttered incoherently. Aelin and Cassian burst into cackles, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the younger cowboy trying and failing to form a retort. 

“Ain’t this awful cozy?” broke in yet another voice. 

Rowan’s voice. 

Aelin turned her head to see him leaned against the far side of the fence, still wearing his grouchy frown. 

“Don’t y’all have actual work to do?” he grouched at his ranch hands, folding his arms across his chest. 

“I think this is my cue to leave,” Aelin mumbled, smoothly dismounting and going over to the mare she’d ridden out into the pasture. “Always happy to help, Dor.” 

He tipped his hat towards her, risking a low snarl from Rowan. “Pleasure, AG.” 

Cass pushed himself off the fence, loping along next to Aelin as she untied her horse. “What’s with him?” 

“Dunno.” She placed her foot into one stirrup, preparing to mount up. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something.” 

“Huh.” Cass cupped his hands, letting her boost herself. “I’ll be nice to him, I swear.” 

“Liar,” Aelin chuckled. “Don’t let him bully you, Cass, he’s just grumpy.” 

“As always.” Cass, too, tipped his hat at her as she nudged the mare into a gentle trot. 

“Damn flirts,” Rowan grunted, his boots crunching in the grass of the pasture as he moved to catch the reins of Aelin’s horse before she could canter away. 

“What is it, Ro?” 

“You tryin’ to make me angrier, darlin’?” he grumbled, still scowling. 

She just gave him her flattest CEO face. “Baby, pull your head out of your ass. I’m giving you space today, because this morning, all I took away from your grousing was that you needed a wide perimeter.” 

““Yeah, but did that perimeter have to include all of my ranch hands?” Though he tried to mask it, she heard right through his grouchiness. Her cowboy--he was jealous. 

“Rowan.” From her perch atop the horse, she could reach down and rest her free hand against his face. “I don’t mean to anger you, but you do know that all three of the guys are very much taken.” 

He sighed into her touch. “I know. I just...” He huffed out a breath. “Ae, it’s been a rough few days.” 

Her eyes softened. “You know you can tell me anything, babe.” 

“I know,” he said again. Then nudged her horse’s flank. “Can we talk when I’m back at dinnertime?” 

“Of course.” She brushed her thumb over his jaw. “Of course we can.” 

~

True to his word, Rowan came home to dinner ready to talk. He dropped a kiss on Aelin’s head and went upstairs to shower like he usually did, coming back down with his hair damp and adorably messy. She didn’t press him, just let him dish up his food and then settle into his chair, getting some nutrition into his stomach before she asked him anything. 

“What’s up, cowboy?” 

He sighed tiredly. “There’s been talk of a cattle thief in the area. Few of the nearby ranchers have noticed cattle missing or damaged fences or some shit that warn’t done by the weather, an’ last week, Malakai found horse and boot tracks out in his south pasture.” He raked his hands through his hair. “I’m gettin’ a li’l worried, Ae, ’cuz if’n they’re right and there’s a cattle thief...well, I can’t afford to lose any of the herd.” 

“Oh, babe,” she murmured, pushing out of her chair so she could walk over and wrap her arms around him from behind his chair. “I know it won’t help, but I’m sorry this is all happening at once.” 

He heaved a long sigh, tilting his head back against her shoulder. “It’s just so much, my love. And this close to sale time, I’m even more on edge.” He reached one arm back to loop around her neck. “I’m sorry I’ve been a jealous ass lately.” 

“I forgive you.” She kissed the top of his head. “Even though you’re a jealous ass, I forgive you.” 

“Never miss a chance to talk about my ass,” he quipped, winking slyly. 

She snickered. “I think you mean my ass, cowboy. Since I own it.” 

Well, he couldn’t really argue against that. 

~~~

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[rainchyna]

U KNOW WHAT THEY SAY SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY

-🤠brock anon

AMEN TO YOU TOO ANON

[sttoru]

giggling i was one of the aventurine requests😈 im so excited going to start kicking my feet <3 but omg im soooooo excited for you to write about boothill. 100% a strong believer of save a horse, ride a cowboy. amen🙏 ALSO im so excited to see people write him with his whole inability to curse, gonna pretend his cute compliments are actual compliments and not death threats <3

^_^🧸

OHHHH im writing the one abt aventurine spoiling the reader :3 i tried to keep it short but omg its still GOINGGGGG

i also cant wait to write for boothill RAGHH im about to go wild once i can & exams are over... muehehe, also also also!! that could be such a good angst (miscommunication) boothill fic bcs of the uncertainty about whether his compliments are insults or actuakl genuine compliments 👩🏽‍⚖️ writing itdown rn

[jackinalex]

I need someone to write us some Jalex based on the horse picture and the Jalex content that we got at the hometown shows because it’s just asking to be written

Amen, anon. It did rescue me from all of those horrible farm thanksgiving posts. And anyway:

Save a horse, ride a cowboy!

[chiwhorei]

Fucking yeah they’d be into chubby girls. And they’d go absolutely feral over how your flesh pools a little over the lace of your thigh highs. So suffocate them with those thighs frfr. Like I don’t even like cowboy hats, but I’d grab one because yeehaw imma ride Iwaizumi’s face. Like he’s a fricking athletic trainer, he can take it 🤧. I think about this too much lol.

Save a Horse, Ride Iwa-chan

He loves it when you're sitting with just a pair of panties on, because the plush of your hips and stomach poke out in a way that makes him rock hard in .02 seconds and he goes feral at the sight every. Single. time. Your stomach and thighs are always covered in hickies because Iwa seriously cannot help himself. He loves kissing every inch of you, always spending extra time kissing and nuzzling at any stretchmarks.

Iwa wants you to sit on his face at all times. Death by suffocation? Fine by him as long as the cause is your addicting thighs. He is straight up the guy to respond to your “I don’t know Iwa, I don’t want to hurt you.” with an eye roll when he first asks you to sit on his face, picking you up and throwing your cute, chubby ass over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to bring you to the bed. “Baby, I’m a grown ass man. Now, I’m going to need you to ride this tongue like your life depends on it.” He says and lays down on his back, pulling you up and dropping you right onto his tongue.

so i’m not sure if this was directly for sinners anonymous, but we all need this kinda prayer.

amen😇🙏🏽

Sinners Anonymous

[pandolfo-malatesta]

A short playlist of songs that I think @dimenovelhero would enjoy.

Lot of Leavin’ Left to Do  Dierks Bentley Don’t Fence Me In  The Andrews Sisters with Bing Crosby Beer for My Horses   Toby Keith ft. Willie Nelson Mud on the Tires  Brad Paisley Cowboys Like Us  George Strait I Walk the Line  Johnny Cash Forever and Ever Amen  Randy Travis Good Ride Cowboy  Garth Brooks* Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy)  Big & Rich Goin’ to the Ceili  Ricky Skaggs & Kentucky Thunder

BONUS: Pony  Kasey Chambers

*It seems like Garth doesn’t want this song on YouTube in any official capacity, so this was the best version I could find.

[alwayssummerblog]

Colorado Country Jam Is Coming! Check Out The Star-Studded Lineup

Country Jam, Colorado’s largest country music festival, is coming up this weekend, June 14-17, and has a hot lineup of artists you won’t want to miss! The four day festival attracted more that 92 thousand fans last summer and is predicted to be just as good of a crowd this year.

With headliners including Florida Georgia Line, Brett Eldridge, Miranda Lambert and Brantley GIlbert, this festival will be one of the hottest events of the summer. Check out the full line up below!

It's #CountryJamCO week! Our Arrival Instructions have everything you need to get ready to make your way to Jam Ranch. Read 'em, memorize 'em and we'll see you soon! #linkinbio

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Thursday, June 15

Sasha McVeigh

Sasha McVeigh is a singer songwriter from Herford, United Kingdom best known for her 2016 single “When I’m Over You”. McVeigh has performed in numerous festivals and has won the award for “UK Female Country Singer of the Year”.

Trent Harmon

Trent Harmon is an american country singer who is best known for winning the 15th season of American Idol. This May he released his first studio album You Got ‘Em All and is recognized for his hit song “There’s A Girl”

Walker Hayes

Walker Hayes is an american country singer who has charted 3 singles on the Hot Country Songs charts and has released 2 studio albums. Hayes is recognized for his hit song “You Broke Up With Me” from his 2017 album Boom.

Luke Combs

Country singer Luke Combs is best known for his 3 chart topping singles “When It Pours”, “Hurricane”, and “One Number Away”. This year, Combs won the iHeartRadio Music Award for New Country Artist of The Year and was nominated for numerous other awards.

Brett Eldridge

Finishing the night will be headliner Brett Eldridge. Country superstar Brett Eldridge has released 4 studio albums, has won 4 BMI Country Awards, and is best known for his hit songs “Drunk On Your Love”, “Mean To Me”, and “The Long Way”.

Friday, June 16

Caroline Gray

Caroline Gray is new to the country scene and this week released her newest EP The Gate. Caroline has a classic country twang, catchy lyrics, and is one of country’s top rising female voices.

Devin Dawson

Devin Dawson is a young country singer songwriter who is best known for his 2018 album Dark Horse. Devin mixes country and alternative sounds and is not a rising star to miss. Dawson played at StageCoach this year for the first time and will be on tour all summer.

Josh Turner

Josh Turner’s deep vocals and down-to-earth lyrics are perfect for this colorado festival. Turner is best known for his hit songs  “Long Black Train”, which he played at his Opry debut in 2001, “Your Man”, and “Hometown Girl” from his latest 2017 album.

Big & Rich

Big & Rich is one of the biggest duos in country music right now, made up of singers Big Kenny and John Rich. The duo is best known for their hit songs “Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy”, “Comin To Your City”, and “Fake ID”.

Miranda Lambert

Miranda Lambert is one of the biggest femal voices in country music right now and definitely not an act to miss at this festival. Lambert is known for her hit songs “Mama’s Broken Heart” and “The House That built me.  Lambert has been honored by the Grammy Awards, the Academy of Country Music Awards, and the Country Music Association Awards.

Saturday, June 17

Jimmie Allen

Jimmy Allen is an up and coming country singer who has recently gained mass attention due to his performances at the Bluebird Cafe. After this success, he appeared in a Superbowl commercial with Taylor Swift and and this year released his latest single “Warrior”.

Tucker Beathard

Tucker Beathard is a country singer-songwriter from a musical family. He taught himself guitar from a young age and is known for his 2016 EP Fight Like Hell. Tucker has played with Dierks Bentley, Keith Urban, Miranda Lambert, and is excited to be performing as a solo artist this weekend.

Brett Young

For those who like pop country, Brett Young is the perfect act to see. This young singer-songwriter is best known for his hit song “In Case You Didn’t Know”. Young has toured with Thomas Rhett and Lady Antebellum and in 2017 won the Academy of Country Music Award for best New Male Vocalist Of The Year.

Dustin Lynch

Dustin Lynch is an American singer-songwriter known best for his songs “Small Town Boy” and “Where It’s At”. This May, Dustin released his newest single “Good Girl” which he will most likely be playing this weekend.

Florida Georgia Line

For a perfect way to end the night, catch headliner Florida Georgia Line. Florida Georgia Line is one of the biggest country names right now and this month released 2 new singles “Simple”, which the duo played at this years CMT Awards, and “Colorado”.

Sunday, June 18

Jackson Michelson

Jackson Michelson is a west coast country singer who combines aspects of the “sunny feel-good spirit of the Pacific Coast with the rootsy twang of the American South”. Michelson is best known for his song “The Good Life” and will be touring around the US this summer.

Carly Pearce

Carly Pearce is an American country singer who began to gain recognition after appearing as a vocalist on Josh Abbot Band’s “Wasn’t That Drunk”. Her 2017 album Every Little Thing climbed the charts quickly and she is now recognized for her hit single which is also titled “Every Little Thing”.

Lauren Alaina

Lauren Alaina is an American singer, songwriter, and actress. Lauren was the runner-up on season 10 of American Idol and since then has released 2 studio albums, an EP, and multiple singles. Lauren is best known for her hit songs “Next Boyfriend”, “Road Less Traveled”, and “Georgia Peaches”.

Kip Moore

Kip Moore is an american singer songwriter who has released 3 studio albums, an EP, and multiple singles. Kip is best known for his hit song “Something ‘Bout A Truck” and is not an act to miss this weekend.

Brantley Gilbert

Last but definitely not least is closing headliner Brantley Gilbert. Gilbert has released 4 chart topping studio albums and numerous singles and EPs. He has won an ACM Award, a CMA Award and an iHeartRadio Music Award. Brantley is known for his hit songs “Bottoms Up”, “One Hell Of An Amen”, “The Weekend”, and will be a great way to end the 4 day festival.

Four days. #CountryJamCO

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