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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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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..

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IMITADORA! ᝰ JASON TODD . P1

¿quién es esta imitadora hoy en su lugar?

CONTAINS : ANGST, POST BREAK-UP, GETTING WITH THE "ENEMY", COMFORT, EX!DICK GRAYSON, "ENEMY"!JASON TODD. SOOTHING, NON SEXUAL INTIMACY, CUDDLING, NIGHT IN, HURT/COMFORT, FLUFF.

Did it matter? Was it worth all of the effort? Was there any love to begin with? You couldn't answer the question as you cried, looking down at the memory on your camera roll, you and your now ex-boyfriend Richard “Dick” Grayson on your phone with you as your lipstick stained his cheek, looking at each other as he smiled.

Was that real? Was he just doing it to make you happy? You couldn't tell. Feeling the hot tears of shame, grief, anger, confusion, and yearning in your soul.

Not for him, but to feel the way you felt when you were with him.

You didn't want to think about it, groaning in annoyance as you selected pictures from your camera roll, one after one erasing the digital memories that you held, a way to control the grief of your dead relationship.

You’d blocked his number, deleted his contact, got rid of all his social media, given him back all of his things, and moved him out of your apartment. But there was one thing that bit at the back of your mind, slowly eating away at you like some sort of brain eating infestation.

Jason Todd, his brother and the one member of his family he’d mildly forbidden you from interacting with throughout the course of your relationship due to some.. internal affairs.

But you had his number saved in your phone, a call wouldn't hurt. Right?

You hesitated, staring at his contact on your screen in a snowstorm of emotions that threatened to swallow you whole, one after another as the confusion, anger, fear, confusion and conflict washed over you in quick waves.

You pressed the call button and pressed the phone to your ear as you made your way to your couch, sitting with your knees pressed against your chest while your chin rested on your knees.

One ring after another, before the line clicked. “Hello, [Name]?” you could hear his brow raise from the other side of the line, the gruff, deep, and mildly disembodied voice from him hitting you almost like a freight train.

“If this is about you running back to Dick he's happier-” “That's not why I’m calling!-” You cut him off, sitting up straight in annoyance, your back pressed itself into a straight line, jeez.. sucha headache.

You pulled the phone from your ear, pressing the large red button on your screen, the call ending as soon as it started. Back to wallowing in self pity.

“Just-” You groaned, feeling as if any attempt to explain would be futile “Nevermind. I was just calling for some company.”

You both sat on opposite ends of the couch, chips and dip, alcohol and snacks thrown on your coffee table as you chugged a bit of your drink while Jason blabbed about whatever he could think of.

“And that's why he and Kory didn't work out.” He groaned while looking you down on the couch, his deep sunken eyes boring into yours.

“That's stupid.” You muttered, swallowing whatever the hell you had in your mouth while you jerked your head to look at him, shifting around to sit just slightly closer to him. He responded fluidly, both body and voice, his arm wrapping around your shoulders pulling you into his side.

“Yeah, trust me I got a front row seat to it.” He chuckled, calloused and dry hand softly massaging the side of your head and hair. Jason Todd, possibly the softest yet stoic man you've ever met.

You leaned into him, placing your drink on the table and closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body as the alcohol hitting you in all the right places, the dim light of your living room making the moment feel immensely more intimate than you ever did with Dick.

How sweet.

You felt him shift, opening your eyes as you both awkwardly locked onto each other, the strange push and pull with the pseudo-stranger in your home. He patted his thigh, a silent beckoning gesture, a plea for intimacy. You complied, dragging the blanket from the couch right along with you as you settled into him, taking the blanket from you and draping it over your interlinked bodies, his hand finding your bareback and rubbing it up and down, your arms snaking around his neck.

“This is nice..” You mumbled, prompting him to respond with a firm grunt, a smile on his face as you nestled into each other.

“You know.. I know we aren't- significantly close. But I’d like to take you out some time.” He offered quietly, a hint of fluster coloring his voice. “Like dinner.” he elaborated, his hand on your back never stilling as he spoke.

“I’d like that,” You smiled into his collar, your closed eyes shining into the black void behind your eyelids.

“Yeah?- I’ll plan something and text you.”

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Mikoto Kayano and Futa Kajiyama reacting to reader dying in their arms after being beat by Kotoko and in her final moments she tells them to move on she loves and to get out of Milgram? (All separate)

UGH I LOVE WRITING ANGSTY STUFF I GOT U ANON

A LOVERS ENEMY.

Mikoto Kayano x reader, Fuuta Kajiyama x reader. (separate scenarios)

description l In MILGRAM, being voted guilty is one of the worst things to happen to you.

includes : Angst, reader death, mentions of Kokoto, mentions of Fuuta’s sister, murder.

NOTICE: Events happen after T1 and before T2

FUUTA KAJIYAMA VER.

It all happened so quickly, the feeling of that hot liquid substance spraying out of your mouth as you clutched your stomach for dear life, you couldn't cry anymore, the pain was too much.

You tried catching your breath, feeling your chest grow colder as you looked at the dim ceiling lights, Kotoko had left you to die.

You felt yourself finally drop to the floor, hearing the screams of a familiar red haired boy. Fuuta Kajiyama, your only friend in MILGRAM.

“Firecracker! Hey- hey- stay with me okay? Look at me, firecracker..” He pleaded with you, picking you up in his lap as he rubbed the back of your head, you were both worse for wear, mostly you. You coughed harshly, blood spilling out of your mouth as you tried to speak.

He began to panic even more, grabbing your cheek and bringing his face to meet yours.

“Fuuta.. get out of-” You started violently coughing again, blood splattering all over his torn uniform, “Get out of MILGRAM as fast as you can.. please..” He looked at you in panic, grabbing his hand you rested your forehead on his shoulder, a deep cry from Fuuta began to spill.

“No.. I can't.. firecracker please! Not without you!” He was doing his best to keep his emotion from spilling.

“Fuuta.. get out and take care of your sister.. please..?” You felt the blood trickle down your back and chin, your time was coming soon.

“Firecracker why? Why? You can't say things like that.. why?”

You took in a sharp breath, in a last ditch attempt you said what you had been meaning to say for the last three years of being in this god forsaken prison.

“Because I love you..”

With that you gave up, feeling your body go cold as you felt yourself fall backwards, the sensation of your eyes closing as you heard the deafening ringing in your ears, you could hear the sounds of Fuuta screaming, but it was too late.

MIKOTO KAYANO VER.

It only took a second, one, single, second.

You were backed up against a wall, feeling Kotoko’s fist plunge into your stomach, now leaving you to die.

You could hear the familiar footsteps of the man who's cell sat in front of yours. Mikoto Kayano.

You had watched him fight Kotoko earlier, seeing it end in a draw after you watched, it left you with a sigh of relief. But here you were, it was Kotoko’s victory.

You felt Mikoto’s fingers dangle at your chin, looking up at him in defeat, the print of your blood on the wall behind you, his fist next to your ear, he stared at you for what felt like eternity.

“Dove, do you remember what I said when we met? That I promised I wouldn't let her hurt you?” You tried to answer, to his surprise he watched in horror as you coughed up clots of blood, splattering all over the prison uniform.

“Dove, dove. Don't say anything.. just listen.” He ran his fingers through your hair, a strange expression of pity on his face, but was it really pity?

“Mikoto.. get out.. go lead what they call.. a normal life..” You almost pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked up at him, feeling his hands snake around your waist.

He stayed silent, waiting for you to finish.

“Go back to the normalcy you had.. without the burden of me-” You stopped, coughing again, this time Mikoto seemed more concerned, holding you in a way that would make it easier for you to breath.

“Cupcake?! Cupcake look at me!” He pleaded, holding you by the underarms as he watched your head drop to view his knees.

You could feel your body growing cold, it all started to come down so fast, your chest didn't hurt anymore, instead it felt colder than before, a ringing in your ears as you looked at his knees, a tear dripping from your chin.

“The burden of loving me..” He stared in shock as you felt your eyes closing for the final time. He held you so close, like a stray kitty.

“There's never a burden you could give me.” He whispered, knowing you were dead, he had one goal.

Give Kotoko the same fate.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEE

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HONEYMOON UN DUEX TROIS

HONEYMOON UN DUEX TROIS | Akutagawa Ryunosuke

description l You and Akutagawa meet at a company event for the Port Mafia where he invites you to dance.

includes x reader, fluff, LOTS of romance, ooc, cute meet, friends to lovers, formal events, work promotions, chara cameos, admission of romantic interest/feelings, coworkers, fem!reader.

note : here's a birthday gift for you all, ik i just started posting on here but i really wanted to put this out because i have akutagawa brain rot. (HBD to me!!!!!)

Work ceremonies were always so critical for you, the promotions, the connections, but most of all the people, this group of people in particular stuck out to you even if they were stranger then what you saw on the surface.

“Hey rookie! Over here!” Chuuya called out holding a large bottle of wine as he waved you over. “Hey Chuuya, hey everyone.” You smiled softly before turning your attention to Chuuya, you watched as he leaned over to your ear and whispered into it.

“I heard you're being promoted from junior executive to a head executive, is that really true?!” You rolled your eyes playfully, turning your head to make eye contact with him.

“I’m not even quite sure myself, we’ll just have to wait and see..!” You teased before stepping away to a corner of the room to observe everything, the feeling of bliss knowing how to perfectly describe the proud feeling that settled in your chest.

The ceremony hall finds all the executives of the Port Mafia, standing straight. Akutagawa stands beside them and waits until the ceremony starts. The ceremony starts and Mori's voice starts to sound. He announces the new executives who will be joining the Port Mafia. [Name] is among them. You both hear your name among them and looks at you. He notices that you are already staring at him, smiling. He smiles seeing your radiant figure move across the hall.

You walk down the stage, square shoulders, perfect posture, and a proud smile.

"I, am [Name] the 3rd newest executive of the Port Mafia. I look forward to working with you all." His eyes are on your every move and every word. He has butterflies in his stomach and in his head. He is speechless for a moment

"I.. Congratulations [Name], you deserve it." He walks towards you and presents you with a box of flowers as a gift "Here, to celebrate your new position in the Port Mafia."

He does his best to wink at you with his usual stone cold expression. You can feel it again, that strange feeling bubbling up in your gut, the hint of heat slowly moving from the pit of your stomach to your face, and the overwhelming amount of happiness you get while being close to him.

"Ah- thank you Ryuunosuke, what are these gifts for..? I don't believe this is a custom in the Port Mafia, to my understanding gifts are only used during special events." He places the box in your hands, the cold cardboard wrapping around your soft fingers while his own rough and unkempt ones nicked yours.

"I'm not used to giving presents either, but I've been thinking about it for a few days." He leans closer, now you can smell his natural scent, one of burnt candle wicks and dried ink with a hint of old tea stained paper.

"As a congratulations to you, my lady." He leans closer, his hands still cupping your as he softly whispers. "And also as a way to thank you for your kindness and for your gentle nature."

You reciprocate the quiet gesture. "Ryuunosuke, I don't know what to say other than thank you, your such a gentleman." You can feel yourself smiling again, resting your head on his shoulder as you feel his fingers carefully twirl your strands in his fingers.

You can feel him smiling with you now, his cold hands still playing with your hair "No problem, dear. It's always a pleasure to be around you. I hope we can spend more time together, like this."

His hand carefully brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear as if the slightest gust of wind would break it before running his hands along your head, at this point you can feel the feeling growing even more as your face flushed.

"Mr. Ryuunosuke, about the gift, just what exactly is it..?" You raise a brow carefully creating a space between you both to open the box.

He takes the box from you carefully, pulling the lid open, you hear a small nervous laugh escape him. "Oh, it's nothing serious, my dear. I just thought I could give these to you, to thank you..."

He takes out a pair of earrings from the box - a beautiful and elegant design "These are for you, It's a small gift, but I hope you like it."

"Oh my.. these are lovely.. they're such beautiful and elegant things.. thank you, boss.." You feel your smile growing wider and more pronounced. "If I may ask, are these jewel encrusted by chance..?"

He smiles at you holding your chin.

"Yes, they're made of diamonds, [Name]. And please, just call me Ryu - you are no longer a subordinate."

"I've never heard such beautiful things from such a man, you intrigue me, Ryu..” You turn your head away, your face now burning brighter than ever. "Ryu.. could you help me put these wonderful things on?"

"Of course, [Name].”

He picks up the earrings, placing them next to your ear before carefully slipping them into the holes, being careful not to hurt you. "Don't be nervous, you look so radiant tonight. Your beauty never ceases to amaze me."

He chuckles covering his mouth. "Of course, my dear. Let me help you with these.." He places the earrings in the piercing holes slowly so as to not hurt you."They look amazing on you, they enhance your beauty."

He bends slightly for his face to meet yours. "My lady, could I have this dance with you?" He places his gloved hand for you to hold, you take it feeling his gloved hands against your bare ones as he leads you to the large ballroom.

Once you get there he pulls you close, his hands on your waist and shoulder, he almost breathes in your aura "Let's dance, my dear lady.. I'll never get tired of looking at you, you know.. Your voice, your smile, your eyes, your hair.."

Now you can feel it, his warm breath by your ear, the way he's exhaling by it while his grip on you softens.

"I'm starting to fall for you, my dear lady [Name].."

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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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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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giys boothill fic dropping today everyone cheer

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GUYS JJK FIC COMING SOON WHO CHEERED

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guys boothill fic coming soon

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⸜(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)⸝ my tummy pains are gonna omggg

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man i wish someone would take me hot to go ☹️

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I love you/You just want someone to tell you that, don't you?/Greetings are difficult to get right/If I lived with you in your world.../A simple "good morning" or "good night" would be enough/I know that dream will never come true.../Still../That doesn't mean I have to stop dreaming, right?/

— ES : ALTER EGO

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gonna try and redo my masterlist aaaaaa!!!!