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wolfwood please grow ur hair out…
#s…save a horse……#trigun#trigun fanart#wolfwood#nicholas d. wolfwood#this is. post julai btw.#idont know what to do im going crazy again bc of the trigun news YAAAAAYYY YEYAASSSS😭😭#WE ARE SO BACK
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save a horse
#in case you're wondering yes i had fun w the belt buckle#someone on twitter said in this context binghe 's impressive amount of wives would actually be horses so he'd have like 500 horses#so yeah my therapist will be hearing about that#svsss#scum villains self saving system#svsss fanart#luo binghe#mxtx#人渣反派自救系统#does no one ever wonder why i barely ever draw bingqiu... bc me too. wtf fkin binghe hoarding my brain
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[danteleon week] this is old art but.. i drew them as cowboys a few months ago and never posted them on main so 🤠
(yeas those outfits are from rdr2 eli showed me screenshots of some outfits he had during his playthrough and i just put them on dante and leon :) )
#someday ill do a proper drawing of them as cowboys.... that will be the day i learn how to draw a horse.......#sorry for the old art btw i would just do a new sketch but i got caught up doing other things😔#figured i could at least post something ive never put on here so you guys have smth to look at least.......#devil may cry#dante (dmc)#resident evil#leon s kennedy#danteleon#allyart#save a horse ride a cowboy am i right g-
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misha in texas lingerie 🤠




fellow country girls know that this is the sluttiest thing a man can wear
#supernatural#castiel#misha collins#save a horse ride a cowboy#with the cowboy boots bitch DISGUSTING#(s)creaming#he's so fucking sexy#i need to be sedated
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Argus…


#argus#reverse 1999#reverse 1999 argus#fanart#oh god please#I need her#I want her#save a horse ride a cowboy#re1999#character art#oh goodness#violently shakes#violently lesbian#violent lesbian#violent tears#screams#without the s
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✨ Star Friends ✨




When I found out that @chessman-protocol boy Crit liked Astronomy, let’s just say I was beyond estatic and immediately planned this little comic. Here’s to my boy Vincent doing his best to make friends with folks who share similar interests 😅💙
Funny enough, I didn’t realize I put this in Vincent character’s until I looked at the whole thing, but Vincent very much shares the lack of stranger danger the way I did/ I do to this day. To quote one of my past managers I’m “abnormally friendly” or whatever
I can’t tell you how many times even as a small child (drove my parents nuts) that I saw a cool person with whatever connecting factor and I just straight up walked to them and was like “Ok cool. We’re friends now.” And nobody’s really stopped me? So apparently I have friends now. 😆
Vincent however is just a wholesome baby boy who doesn’t realize he’s actually an intimidating hunk of a turtle and randomly walking up to strangers and not saying anything can be taken the wrong way.
Like I said, he’s trying his best. He wasn’t exactly the most socialized if you can’t tell, but he does love dearly and is certainly a boone of a friend to have once you get past the inevitable social awkwardness. He’s loyal to put because he really doesn’t know better, and I adore him for that. Anyway, dunno if Crit knows any ASL or not, but either way Vincent is just excited to meet somebody else who likes space ✨🌌 💙
#just being jayus#doing this ugly and scared#my boy <3#Vincent my beloved#rottmnt original character#rottmnt oc#original comic#rottmnt#save rottmnt#unpause rise of the tmnt#time to go feral in the comments again; please ignore the ramblings of an insane person#Fun fact: Vincent is mute (late mutation and didn’t fully develop vocal chords) and so he only speaks turtle and partial ASL#Morrocoy Tortoise AKA Yellow or Red Footed Tortoise bop their head to assert dominance and show emotions#Head hopping and headbutting is Vincent’s tic and you can tell how he’s feeling by how fast or slow he goes because it’s a VIBE#Working on this comic was like the preverbal attempt of taking a horse to water#except this horse is a pony (anything under 14 hands is of the devil) and would not even spare it a glance unless it was perfection#Alas mockery and spite is unfortunately my demise and I could not handle the blank page any longer#Can you see how my style changed when the focus and subject changed?😅#Forgive me my son#for I have not learned to draw you from all angles yet.#Why did I make you so pretty and detailed in my head and yet have my hand betray you?!#The true tragedy is when your idea level is not at your skill level bECaUsE I KnOw wHaT hEs SuPpOsEd To LoOk LiKe BuT I CaNt DrAw HiM yEt#So here we are and I am accutely aware of how much work there is to be done. I’m looking at you flippin turtle anatomy#But hey we all have to start somewhere#so here I am#I tried and by golly I will keep trying. Vincent deserves that much 😅🧡🫡#I just looked back at this and realized I MISSED A STINKING PANEL. And Vincent’s shirt.#Flips a table in my mind#Also I’ve never made a mute character before so if anybody has notes especially about ASL PLEASE PLEASE P L E A S E lemme know.#Wanna make sure I represent the peoples correctly 🫡🧡
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save a horse ride a cowboy!
#art#artwork#illustration#leon kennedy <3#leon kennedy fanart#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon scott kennedy#re4 remake#resident evil 2#re4#re6 fanart#resident evil fanart#resident evil 2 remake#resident evil#re6 leon#save a horse ride a cowboy#cowboys
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ohh he dont play about his rachel and neither do i <3
#literally CAN you do us a favor and shut the fuck up too#she's literally the sweetest angel and we love her#grown ass people who try to tear down people with the sweetest souls actually make me sick#especially when it comes to a fucking FAKE fictional character. these are real human beings with real emotions#it really makes me so sad when she said she was suffering s**cidal thoughts last year#over ts. all bc she literally said THE EXACT shit l.ily j.ames and e.mma w.atson said too#then i went and watched the movie a few days ago and it was pretty much the same concept LOL which makes this even funnier#snow ended up saving herself WITH the help of her love interest. it was perfectly done. it wasn't too girl bossified and it wasn't too less#and the craziiiiiest thing of it all... watching grown men attack her all bc they didn't like the way she worded some things YET ARE DOING#WORSE by bullying her to the point she wants to unalive herself??? that's fucking hypocritical. and far much worse than ANYTHING she ever#fucking said. get the fuck off your high horse. bullying someone who actually has the sweetest heart ??#you're actually the POS because i dont see how that makes you RIGHTEOUS and superior lmfao#bad human beings make me so sick#╰ ❄ ┊ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡. ╱ ooc.#long post tw
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You don't have a uterus, where did it go AAAAAAHHHHH aaaaaaaaahhhh AAHHHHHHH i fucking love horses..... so much..... save me......
#TEXT#DAY 8#In about Eight hours save me from the void? literally not my experience. I just don't have a uterus#where did it come from?? ty ily. I once saw a real-life ghost in broad Daylight? didn't think so. I fucking love horses..... so much..... s
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ateez said, “if we haven’t already ended atiny with our previous comebacks, we’re really gonna end them with this one” 🤠
#i know this is just the first round of concept pics BUT#i can already tell this cb is gonna slap HARD#perhaps the best cb concept yet? maybe??👀#MINGI ?!?!?#S-SIR?!?!#mingi said 😠🔫#AND HONGJOONG?!?!#YEEHAW?!?!)🤠🤠🤠#look at that sexy pirate cowboy#SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY#🤠#ateez#🌸
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Wasn't going to post this one because I feel like I'm posting too many refs lately but fuck it I like this design tbh so here lmao
My smiling friends S/I Garth, the dog...horse...critter. Thing.
Its toyhouse page has juicy lorebits stuff (not a whole lot but a little bit) for the loreheads out there (There are mentions of it dating Pim, Glep and Marge [glep's wife] though just a heads up for anyone seeing this that isn't comfortable sharing them)
#🐺 The Grinning Sniler 🐺#the grinning snilerrrrrrr#Another dog-mouthed horse to add to the roster#And a more yellow-ish color scheme to boot#<- has been trying to make an S/I that would fit the yellow color palettes I have saved but they just never look right I don't know#🎨 bandit art 🎨
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the demons are winning
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The first few days in the countryside passed smoothly. Leaving San Myshuno behind was a tough decision, but Sin never felt so alive in years!
#tbh i made him shirtless cause it was 210219092191 degrees outside but now I'm like put a s hirt on u hoe#c: sin#save: red sun farm#ts4 screenies#ts4 gameplay#ts4 horse ranch#ts4#ts4 simblt#simblr
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https://www.tumblr.com/httpiastri/758264296966930432/stoppp
Random thought- Yk you’re at that party whatever you wanna call it and then you put his hat over your own head bc maybe you’re like his partner or smth and basically that indicates that you wanna sleep w/ him if Yk if you catch my drift and then he’s confused af and then you simply say save a horse ride a cowboy akdbwknswjjs I’m fine this is fine I’m fine
omfg im ?? its way too late for me to think these thoughts????????????
actual footage of me trying to stay calm ^^ i have nothing to add bcs thats just perfection
#helpppp#ALSO#SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY#Y E S#I WILL SAVE ALL HORSES IF HES THE COWBOY#sorry#i shall sleep now#asks!#lunar <3#paul thoughts
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HEAVY ON THESE TWO
#alexa play like whiskey by dixon dallas#but save a horse ride a cowboy ig#y’all ever just wanna grab through the screen and hope for the best at times bc same#🙏 sometimes i pray to god and just hope for the best for them#charles is COOKING#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#scuderia ferrari#f1 shitpost#formula one#f1#golden omg#screaming crying wailing#might fuck around and cry#(s)creaming
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save a horse



pairing: joel miller x reader
description: joel puts on his old cowboy getup and it gives you an idea.
tags: MDNI! smut, porn w/o plot, no outbreak au, established relationship, age gap, fem!reader, unprotected piv, riding, thigh riding, dirty talk (kinda?), nipple stuff (bcs i think joel miller is a boob man), praise kink kinda, little domestic.
a/n: my first joel miller smut! because i've been reading an ungodly amount, i can't stop thinking about him...
wc: 2.2k
“oh my god,�� your voice comes out stunned as you walk in, kicking the door shut behind you.
a cowboy. sitting on your couch. well, joel dressed as a cowboy on your couch.
he stands up with a grin, a little shy. “found this in my storage. from some years ago, can't believe it still fits me.”
flannel and jeans, old and a little faded–the jeans fit more snuggly against his thighs compared to his normal ones that you can't help but gawk. he's dressed the same way as always but this time there's a hat on his head and a belt around his hips adorned with a flashy buckle. his boots click lightly on the floor as he makes his way over to you, your eyes dart down to them.
“woulda wore the chaps too but that felt like overkill,” he says, dropping his hands to your waist. “d’ya like it?”
do you like it? you stare up at him a bit incredulous, at a loss for words as you check him out slowly. when you meet his gaze again, the shadow of his hat darkens the top of his face, yet you can still see the way his eyes glisten hopefully.
“yeah baby,” you whisper, leaning up to kiss his jaw, his beard scratching your lips slightly.
his grin widens and he pulls you closer, “good.”
“you did this for me?”
“well, yeah. thought it’d be fun.”
“fun how?” you tease, slipping your fingers into his belt loops and tugging them.
“hate it when you work blue,” he grumbles, his small smirk telling you otherwise.
“no you don't,” you counter with a knowing smile. your lips part as if you're going to say something but they quickly shut.
joel eyes you curiously, eyebrows furrowed trying to figure you out, “spill.”
you hesitate for a moment, chewing the inside of your cheek before speaking.
“i've always wanted to ride a cowboy.”
his head cocks to the side, eyebrows raised, amused. “oh yeah?”
“yeah,” you breathe, nodding before jutting your head toward the couch. “sit please.”
you stand between his spread legs as he sits. leaning back, he lazily lifts a hand to unbutton your jeans, popping it off with ease as if he's done it a hundred times before–he has. when he pulls them down, you take your shirt off, leaving you in your underwear.
“what's that thing people say? save a horse, ride a cowboy?” you ask and joel stares at you shamelessly, eyes dragging down and back up, utterly enticed.
“‘s a song by um- big ‘n rich,” he murmurs distractedly as he hones in on the little bow on your bra, right in the middle. you pinch the tip of his hat and lift it off his head, placing it on top of yours instead. fingers snake itself through his soft hair and guide his head back so he can look at you.
“hi,” your voice comes out quiet, coy. you smile down sweetly at him and you find him mirroring it. “hi darlin’.”
your gaze trails down his body again, stopping at his thighs. it's obscene how good they look in his old jeans, he's obviously filled into them well. the fabric stretches tight over his limbs, hugging them perfectly. what if you just-
with a finger in the waistband of your panties you pull them down in one swift motion, moving your body to hover over his right thigh, now in between your legs.
he groans something pained when he realises what you're about to do, hands flying back up to your waist to urge you down and body scooting forward so it's easier. you gasp when you lower yourself, legs parted just right that your clit brushes against the fabric of his jeans upon contact.
fuck.
the patch of wet on the denim comes as a surprise when you draw your hips back, you didn't realise you were that wet. you rock your hips again, experimentally, and the friction is debilitating. you’d fall over if joel's hands weren’t keeping you steady.
speaking of them, he begins to guide you back and forth, and your eyes snap back to him in alarm. he gives you an encouraging nod, keep going. you have to hear it from him and he knows that.
“cmon, baby. want you to feel good,” he spurs while nodding again, pushing down to apply more pressure, your mouth falls open in a gasp. but you take his words in tow and keep going.
maybe it's a little pathetic how you rut against his leg, little whines escaping your parted lips, but he doesn't seem to mind. he's more than okay watching you like this as he rubs circles into your hip bone.
“joel, i can't-” you sob, legs beginning to ache from the way you were perched. it feels so good but you’re quickly regretting how you chose to go about this, half sat and calves straining from the weight. you pout, lips trembling, and he looks absolutely wrecked by this.
what you hadn't realised was that every so often your knee pushed into his crotch, he was being stimulated as much as you. the hard-on he's sporting pushes against the confines of his jeans, he’d gladly come untouched if he didn’t want to be inside you as badly as he did.
“yeah, you can, baby,” he grits through his teeth, “gimme this one, want you t’come first.”
his fingers start tweaking your nipple under your bra, and god, he starts flexing his thigh. he hopes the added incentive will help push you over the edge. to his delight, the oh so familiar feeling starts to build embarrassingly fast in the pit of your stomach.
your head falls back in a high, baring your neck to him. this in turn causes the hat to slowly slip off your head, he smiles and tucks it back on, repeating the motion of his thigh, bouncing ever so slightly.
“oh fuck. fuck. fuck-” you finish with a whine, body collasping into itself. joel reaches out to hold you to him as your hips stutter. his head dips to your neck, kissing the skin softly as you come down.
“there ya go. did so good for me, angel,” he speaks into your skin.
you get off his thigh and slump onto the couch with a groan, ignoring the startlingly dark patch you leave on his jeans. you're catching your breath when you nudge him playfully with your elbow, he's equally leaned back, head tipped to the side, looking at you with awe in his eyes.
“i think your bad joints are contagious, old man.”
this makes him scoff. you take the hat off, placing it on his lap before bringing both knees to your chest and squeezing to relieve some of the tension, they really did ache. to this, he laughs and drops his head to your shoulder.
“what? i'm serious, they hurt,” you defend, albeit a little petulantly.
“but you came?”
“yes,” you respond, dragging the word out in exaggeration.
“and ya felt good?”
“yes, miller,” you grumble, nosing the hair of his that tickled your face.
“i don't see any problem in a little hurt, s’what i go through every time,” he mutters quietly.
“every time, huh?”
you feel him nod dutifully and you chuckle. his age usually made itself known after sex–either by complaining about his hips or his knees cracking after a taxing session of eating you out, not that he minded.
he lifts his head and shifts, leaning in. “so when ya gonna ride this cowboy?”
impatient, but he had been waiting.
you look down to his crotch, still painfully hard, and the corners of your mouth pull down in faux sympathy.
“poor baby,” you coo, taunting although he knows you’re teasing. “want me to fuck you?”
his eyes meet yours in searing eye contact, deadpan, but the way his eyes crinkle at the corners betray him, he’s trying not to smile. with a curt dip of his chin, he nods, yes.
and who are you to deny him?
you nudge him to lean back again and put the damn hat back on his head. god, he looks sexy.
you settle on taking his pants off, leaving them and the belt pooled around his feet. and when you unbutton his shirt, you stop him from taking it off completely–liking how his skin peeked down the middle. you settle on his lap, legs bracketing his thighs. you kiss him, sweet and gentle, head tilted more than usual because of the hat. his hands drift up your back to the clasp of your bra, quickly unfastening it and letting it fall. you slip your hand under his boxers and palm him, you like the weight of him your hands.
“baby-” he drawls. “please.”
“i know, i know.”
you pull him out of his boxers and rise to your knees, positioning yourself accordingly. you swipe the tip through your folds a few times, relishing in the groan it earns you before pushing in, tantalisingly slow.
you brace yourself on his shoulders, it's always a stretch with joel. when he's bottomed out, you let out a deep long winded sigh. you stay like that for a moment, eyes closed. the angle is maddening and the way your weight settles on top of him drives him crazy.
you tentatively rise and sink back down slowly. fuck. you do it again and again. joel shoots you a proud grin, his hands back at your waist to help you. a breathy moan escapes you when the tip of him drags against your g-spot on the ascent .
“attagirl. there she is," joel mumbles, always keen on your sounds. “feels good, huh?”
“mhm, feels- so good, joel,” you sigh, rocking back and forth now.
“i bet,” he responds with a grunt, “can feel you squeezin’ around me.”
you whimper at that, back arching and effectively pushing your tits closer to his face. he tries to lean closer but the hat stops him, hitting your sternum.
“stupid fuckin’ hat,” he grumbles, tossing it away. it flies somewhere beside the coffee table and you laugh, ducking down to kiss him as he continues making incoherent annoyed noises. a hat is not going to deny him what he wants.
he hums low against your lips, trailing his kisses down to your neck. he nips at your skin, placing a peck to your collarbone before reaching his destination. his lips close around your nipple, hand securing itself between your shoulders to hold you firm against his mouth.
“oh fuck,” you breathe. you look down to find him already looking back up at you and the sight is depraved, downright filthy.
you card a hand through his greying hair and tighten, speeding up the motion of your hips. his free hand tweaks the neglected nipple and he is everywhere. you can’t handle it. a weak grunt sounds from you and he knows.
“joel please-” you cut yourself off with a broken moan as he begins to suck, pinching the sensitive bud between his teeth. he switches over to the other one and repeats, leaving you a whining mess in his lap.
“s'okay, baby. i got you,” he coos, lifting his head up to kiss you again. he pulls your body closer, holding you to his chest, bracing you. because before you know it his hips jump to meet yours, fucking up into you.
he swallows every lewd sound you make, responding with a quick snap of his hips. “always take me so well, pretty girl. like you're made for this cock, huh?”
“mhm, i love it,” you slur.
he grins, breath growing heavier as his peak nears. he recognises the expression on your face instantly, eyebrows pinched together and eyes fighting to be closed, he knows you're in the same boat and he’ll be damned if he doesn't get you to cum first.
“you close, angel?” he whispers, forehead pressed to yours. when you nod, he hums sympathetically, fucking you harder. his hips slap against yours incessantly and you let out a muffled cry, holding onto him for dear life.
“that’s it, take it,” he encourages as he feels your walls clamp down. “cum for me, baby.”
your nails leave crescent shaped imprints on his shoulder, back, anywhere you can hold onto as you tip over the edge, keening loudly, it borders on a scream.
his orgasm quickly follows as his hips stutter, spilling into you with a shudder and a groan. he lazily fucks into you a few more times, riding out the aftershocks before stilling.
the two of you sit there, breathless, skin sticking to each other . his head dips and falls onto your chest as he hugs you to his body. his breath comes out in soft puffs against your skin, warm.
“that was...,” you mumble, heart finally slowing down.
he chuckles, dry and low that it makes you shiver. “yeah.”
“joel?”
he lifts his head up, eyes soft and admiring when he looks at you. he hums in acknowledgment.
“wear the chaps next time.”
he laughs again, something heartier as he takes in your face, deadly serious. he kisses your chin, “yes ma’am.”
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#joel miller#the last of us#tlou#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x y/n#joel miller smut#smut#joel miller fic#joel miller fanfic#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller one shot
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