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kazeton · 2 months
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High Noon Yone: The haunted man doesn't breathe, just leans against the hitching post and squints into the frontier dusk—but it ain't him. Not really. The real Yone is shadow and gunsmoke, roiling as it sinks back into the stillness of his corporeal form.
“How'd you wind up split like that?” the young Powder Witch asks. Yone sighs, “It's a long story, kid.”
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selencallisto · 1 month
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BOOTHILL WANTERS WILL BE BOOTHILL HAVERS
(he's not even out yet)
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hwathwugu · 3 months
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The Blade of Frontiers
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boothill is many things. a gunslinging outlaw, a ninety percent metal man, someone who’s attitude definitely reflects in his appearance, but most importantly; a nuisance. a thorn in your side. an ear grating bother. he knows this and he takes advantage of it, especially when your hands are tied up with plenty other business. unfortunately, things took a more literal sense.
you had been sipping a glass of something at a table in a small saloon, celebrating a coworkers birthday who you couldn’t even remember the name of but it was an excuse to get out and, besides, they said they’d pay for the first round of drinks so who were you to decline? people had been dancing in front of you and perhaps your chosen activity of observing had gotten too meticulous as you hadn’t noticed the slinking shadow drift past, nimble fingers dropping a pill of god knows what into your drink. the sweet and citrus flavour of the cocktail masking whatever taste could’ve been left as you continued drinking with your head in your hand. as you got to the bottom of the glass, your eyelids felt heavy and thus did you take the cue to get going home. after bidding a couple farewells and good wishes to the birthday person who’s face was a blur, you stepped out into the cold breeze feeling sluggish; as if you’d had ten drinks and not just one. squinting, you steadied your breath before walking, neglecting to notice that same figure sauntering up behind you. it was the smell of gunpowder and musk that alerted you, spinning around faster than you should have and nearly hitting the ground if he hadn’t caught you in time with a half-hearted chuckle. bubbles clouding your vision, you could only internally groan at the smatter of white, black, and red before you were out cold.
coming to, the first thing you noticed were the tight bindings keeping your body uncomfortably still. thick rope wrapped around your torso and wrists, forbidding you from moving even and inch. wherever he had taken you, it was dark and damp with only the sound of your breathing to keep you company up until the telltale ‘click’ of his shoes and the concurrent ‘ting’ of his spurs. a cold metal finger slid across your chin and only then did you notice how blazingly hot you felt all over. you sucked in a breath, waiting for him, boothill, to say something but he uttered no more than a low hum as his fingers drew icy patterns down your neck and chest. a shudder wracked your body and he moved in front of you, his eyes holding some sort of emotion you weren’t quite familiar with on his face; somewhere between his ‘hand it over’ greed and ‘nice shot’ dry praise. he settled between your now untied, when did he do that you wondered, legs with his metal frame pressed firm into you. never before had you considered the intricacies of his body but with him so close and a different kind of pressure against your crotch, you figured he had some sort of… attachment. fear whipping through your chest, it was then you realized what exactly this evenings plans were for him and they were punctuated with his usual tacky speech.
“c’mon, darlin’, let’s play a bit. this cowboys gotta bullet special for ya’.”
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drizzledrawings · 1 year
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More cowboy lesbians?!?!?!?? What?!?!
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catscidr · 2 months
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yall holy shit he's finally real (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)
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one step closer to writing fics about him agsnfgshnfs im Vibrating with excitement. give me his personality so i can write smut. immediately
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dozydawn · 2 months
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jane seymour played a dallas cowboy cheerleader in a 1979 made for tv movie?! this is like if keira knightley was in a bring it on
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You'd think Vox would get caught out for his Alastor fetish by him exclusively fucking deer sinners or whores with red hair but no he's just REALLY into southern accents and it takes forever for anyone to actually connect those dots
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tinycowboyart · 2 days
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Save a horse ride a cowboy <3
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olive-branch-witch · 1 year
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gonna be horny on main for a sec and request some nsfw audios with cowboys or a southern accent (m4f). i've had trouble finding any that aren't incest/noncon and listening to the same 4 is getting boring.
here's some that i like:
if anyone wants to help a slut out, i'd greatly appreciate it! <3
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manwrre · 7 months
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i desperately need some rancher or cowboy!billy in my life. i’m talking tall and buff and sososo golden; from the sun-toned ringlets of his hair, to the scars and stretch marks across his arms and hips. i want him slaving on the ranch all day in the heat until he’s freckled just about everywhere.
i want him burning— smoldering eyes and this lopsided grin that promises nothing but white-hot pleasure. and he’s known for wearing his trademark, black leather pants with flaming red stars on the ass because he knows that he’s got it. he knows that they accentuate his thighs and grip his backside just right and drive at least half of the backward town’s population absolutely wild.
he’s also the perfect mixture of foul mouthed and dripping with sugary sweet charm. i mean, on average, he’s just so quick-tongued and crude and cusses just about anyone to tears. but when he really wants it, he drops his voice into this honeyed, little southern drawl and calls everyone ‘sugar’ and ‘doll’. he’s been talking guys and girls outta their drawers for as long as he’s been apart of this rodeo.
and he’s got a temper that he’s inherited from his sonofabitch daddy but attracts everyone because he glitters like his mom’s creek-caught gold. he’s daring too, of course, so he bull rides and sharpshoots and is always up for a bar fight.
i can imagine him and city boy!steve meeting for the first time. like, billy’s all
“lookin’ a lil lost ‘ere, sweetheart. town’s about two miles back that way.” he nods off in the direction that steve’s come from, steadying his horse.
and steve just frowns at his mocking tone, squinting up at him in the summer heat.
“i’m not lost— i’m just looking for the head rancher. have you seen him?”
“whaddaya need him for? ‘stole your girl or somethin’ because we settle that out on the street, not at a man’s job.”
and it honest to god feels like steve’s being toyed with; like billy’s making fun of him. he’s got this pinched look going for him and embarrassment makes him snap,
“you know what, it’s actually none of your business so if you could just point me in his direction, i’ll be outta your hands and on my way.”
and billy’s amusement spreads across his entire face this time; his smile shattering his cheeks, like cracks on a sidewalk. he’s all,
“except, that’s where you’re wrong, doll. you want the ranch hand, well you’ve got his undivided attention,” with this shit-eating grin and yk, just titters.
as you can imagine, steve gapes and catches himself and billy thinks both, “wow, this guy’s an ass” and “he’s cute, in a baby calf kinda way” and unbeknownst to each other, that’s the start of ‘em.
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kanekisfavoritegf · 1 year
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thinking about cowboy!eren riding his horse and winning a race so afterwards he has you ride him
AHHHH YOU CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS TO ME.
When Eren crossed the finish line, he only had one thing on his mind.
You.
The whispered words you gave him before he mounted Daisy echoed in his brain.
“If you win, I’ll give you a present.” Giving him a small kiss biting his lip as you pulled away.
You were a part-time worker at his ranch, instructing kids how to ride. Never did you pay any mind to the long-haired cowboy. Even when he offered to fuck you into the next week.
He paid mind to you though. 
Always. 
Even when you didn’t give him the time of day. You'd constantly be shutting down his advances simply because “it wouldn’t be professional”.
What changed? It didn’t matter to Eren anymore.
He would waste no time swinging you onto the back of Daisy and riding you home...
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“Eren, you smell like Daisy.” You whined out as you threw your head back, eyes rolling as Eren’s mouth latched onto your nipple, swirling it around with his rough tongue. 
“Mm, I know, baby. I’m sorry, but you said you’d give me a present for winning.” The sound of rhythmic slapping bounced off of the walls as you continuously raised and dropped your hips against his. 
“Like make dinne- FUCK Ren.” You screamed out as you felt Eren’s hand press at your womb, where the print of his dick appeared each time you sank down.
“Come on, baby. Once you cum, I’ll fuck you like you promised.”
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soulreapin · 1 month
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hey folks nothin fancy tonight just some feel-good post canon married klance
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He’s about to call it a night, eyelids drooping slightly and swipes one more time just for fun. Sitting right under his thumb is a listing for a miniature cowboy hat and a red bandana, all under ten bucks. If Keith squinted he could see his own hat hanging on the vanity chair, worn and loved.
“Blue,” Keith rumbles, rolling over with his phone so his chest is to Lance’s back, “Found some’in for Kosmo.”
Lance makes a faint, disgruntled sound that in another universe might’ve been ‘go fuck yourself Keith.’ Fortunately, Keith has been dealing with Lance’s vague states of consciousness since they were living across the hall from each other on the castle ship and tucks his chin between Lance’s shoulder, drumming on his bare forearm to catch his attention.
or, post-war keith deals with insomnia and decides to spend that time scrolling amazon.
tumblr runs on reblogs and so do i!!! so if you had a good time with this fic please consider reblogging 🫶
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punkitt-is-here · 1 year
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For the people who want me to make Applejack christian conservative jokes I will not that's CRINGE!!! this ain't pony.mov or some shit I still want these characters to be reasonably within their actual personalities. The only reason people want that is because they associate people who are southern US with being shitty old religious racists!! That shit is simply not true. Plus it's such an overdone joke!! It wouldn't even be funny!
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mywitchcultblr · 3 days
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"cutie, cutie, cutie. Looky here, see?"
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stevenose · 3 months
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cowboy steve the type of guy to drop the l bomb when he’s cumming and then act like he didn’t
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