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A quick Toji I made today

#WOAH #UR TAGS HSBSBSH #hes so sexy omg the eay my jaw would drop at the sight of this #archives;

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Men who use their legs to keep you spread open while they finger you☺️(this is my [short] apology letter for my april fools joke😓) this was based off some chilumi nsfw i found on X. I'll link it later!

Tag ~ fingering, fem!reader(no pronouns),, overstimulation, squirting, mating press, no sex but implied at the end, eating outz, size difference, tit slapping + nipple play,

The way he just snaps you into position with your legs bent away to your shoulders beneath their legs. The way they pumps and ruthlessly thrusts their fingers into your clenching hole, sending you sky high into a bursting orgasm. The tears and drool running down your face says it all. Your trembling hands clenching the thigh of his pants.

You try your hardest to wriggle your way out of his tight leg lock but they're not letting you go till he's finished with you. You've come for the nth time of the day. your mewls, whines, and moans getting high on pitch every waking second. They like seeing you like this; all spread out, puffy pussy sucking their fingers in, eyes rolling up to heaven, and the sweet juices you squirted out onto their hand.

He leans down and licks a stripe of your cunt, you immediately jump from the sudden change of roughness. They tweak and suck at your clit. Their tongue licking long and forceful stripes of your pussy. Their nose pokes at your clit from time to time. Your tongue hanging out of your mouth and tilting your head to the side to hopefully avoid neck pain. You let out a sharp moan and gasp as you felt yourself wet their hand. Your toes curled at the erupting feeling. You are nearly embarrassed about how you've wet yourself. They raise themselves back up to look back at the mess they've made beneath them. That mess being you. Your eyes are so close to closing as you let out soft and quiet pleas for no more.

But as I've said before; he's not stopping now.

One more time at least baby is what they say and they slide their fingers back into you, immediately curling up into that spot he knows like the back of his palm. Their other hand slams down onto your tits, tweaking them in the process. You're so cute they think as they see you trying to escape his leg prison once again. They give you a hearty chuckle and a teasing smirk. Your eyes try to ultimately focus on them but he doesn't stop pumping his fingers into you. Poor thing, it was only 15 minutes in, but it must've felt like eternity for you. Which you hope was the last of, you clenched your teeth and let out a gut bursting orgasm.

He gets up and flips you onto your stomach and removes the rest of your clothes along with his. They aligned his thick, long cock to your sensitive hole. Oh boy, this was gonna be a long day or night for you.

The characters i think: Zhongli, blade, childe, Kaeya, Boothill, Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Diluc, Wriothesley, Jing Yuan, Pantalone, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Alhaitham, Sunday, and you favs!

LOVE NOTE SIGNED © 𝑢𝑣𝑢𝑦𝑎𝑖 2024

DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY POST W/O PERMISSION.

#wow that was HOT #archives;

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Gallagher and playful bites

~warnings: mostly fluff, slight spice at the end, fem!reader, MDNI!

~a/n: I can't get over his voice line of how he was a menace when he was younger and would just bite everyone. Also, his 'rawr' at the end. I can't! I love him so much! ;-;

Gallagher is a goofball and he seems like the type to playfully bite his s/o. He'd bite you anywhere really, but his favorite places to bite you the most is on your neck, shoulders, and thighs. One time when you two were cuddling on the couch, you were absentmindedly rubbing his stubble, enjoying the feel of it as you watched TV. As you were distracted, he caught your finger in his mouth and softly bit down. The unexpected action pulled your attention away from the TV. Scowling at him, you ask, "What was that for?" He doesn't even acknowledge your question. Instead, his attention is fully focused on the film playing. He sits innocently as if he didn't just bite your finger for no reason.

Early mornings are filled with soft touches, slow kisses and playful nibbles. As soon as he wakes up, he turns over and immediately wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. The ticklish feel of his stubble causes you to wake from your sleep. You sleepily giggle, wiggling in his hold. "Good morning beautiful." He says in his sexy, morning voice. His voice is deeper and has a lower baritone in the mornings when he first wakes up. The sound so calming and soothing that it makes you want to fall back to sleep. The warmth from his body keeps you comfortable and shielded from the cold morning air. His hand slowly rubs your stomach as his lips trail soft kisses down your neck to your shoulder. As you relish in the feel of his soft touches, he unexpectedly leaves a little bite, snapping you out of your peaceful headspace. "We've barely woken up and you're already biting me." You tease. He smirks against your skin, continuing to lay little pecks across your skin. His teasing nibbles and kisses tickle the skin of your neck, causing you to burst into laughter. You try to push him away, but his arms tighten their hold on you, bringing you closer against his body, making you unable to escape his tickle attack. He finally stops once he thinks you've had enough and you promise him kisses.

When his head is buried between your legs, he spends extra time worshipping your beautiful thighs. Trailing your skin with kisses as his hands rub your thighs. Praises and compliments leave his lips in between kisses. While your mind is hazy with pleasure from his ministrations, he nibbles and licks marks into your skin. Once he's done, your thighs are decorated in his marks, claiming you as his. "Always a beautiful sight to see after I've finished."

#he can ALWAYS bite my thighs #he loves his bites nomnomnom #i can imagine some days hell aim for somewhr random like ur hands or arms or cheek #like not rlly bite but like just #nom #iygwim!! #archives;

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Intimacy records

synopsis: what kinds of horny stuff they have in their phones and which is the favorite?

pairing and characters: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sampo, Sunday (separately) x fem!reader

tw: SMUT, established relationship (marriage/dating), consensual recording of lovemaking, nudes, oral, lingerie, fingering, masturbation, public sex, breast play, shibari/blindfold, sex machine, creampie

word count: 4.3k+ words

Aventurine

Undoubtedly this man has a whole separate folder for intimate stuff. Of course, he demands you send him something on a daily basis - doesn’t matter if it’s a quick snap of your choice of lingerie in the morning, or recordings of touching yourself - but never enough to cum, it’s his job. Naturally he loves having reminders of you being at his mercy - thus there are also videos of you both (with primarily established consent). All that to say - he has quite the collection, so it’s really hard to pick a favorite, the most desire-arising one.

Maybe it’s a category actually - self-made media created out of bet. Who’ll cum first? Can you keep going without tearing up from pleasure for longer than 10 minutes? Is he patient enough not to touch your sexy self, while you masturbate in front of him? Who is going to be louder this time? These kinds.

”I hope you are ready to lose,” your lover smirks, making himself comfortable between your legs. Camera floats a little, as you chuckle behind it. With a momentary adjustment, the focus is on his face again and he winks, before turning to trail a little path of kisses across your thigh. The image jumps, when he sucks on the skin, and slightly trembles as you let out a sigh. Then it’s firm, as Aventurine wraps his arms around your thighs, his nose teasingly rubbing against your clit. Suddenly there is a lick, then your breath hitches…. And then he buries his mouth into your pussy. It doesn’t take much time for the image to begin shaking wildly, almost matching your debauched noises. There is squelching, there are award-winning male moans, muffled by your heat, soon there is a hand, your hand, reaching down and grabbing his hair. Phone strangely angles, hardly supported by just one hand, until it falls camera down onto the shits. After that, there are just delicious screams of yours, chanting the name of your lover and begging him to stop, while he doesn’t listen, taking his reward for yet another win.

Yeah, he proved you can’t keep the camera focused while he is eating you out in that one. It’s truly a pity, that more than a half of what was going on, didn’t get recorded in image. Maybe next time you'll do better - oh... That's actually not a bad idea at all… Looks like you are in for another bet.

Blade

His situation is… quite peculiar. First of all, he has so little care for his own phone outside using it to get info for the mission, to the point ANYONE from the Stellaron Hunters can just take it and do whatever with it (Silver Wolf and Kafka practice it a lot). Even your relationship doesn’t change it much, he messages you rarely and quite shortly, preferring to save the conversation for personal interaction. 

However recently, Kafka has been putting a plan into action - the first step of which was banning everyone from getting into his phone (herself excluded). Then she’d start sending her colleague an occasional picture of a set of lingerie she’s oh so sure would look wonderful on you. Blade never answers, but he doesn’t tell her off either, and by the snooping she knows that the pictures get bookmarked, the links for the shops she attaches are visited, and sums of money are being spent.

Oh, and by checking the chat… She knows you get them delivered. Does she text you to shower you with compliments? She does. At first it was a little embarrassing and you asked Blade if he could, maybe, pay better attention to his phone??? But soon, when your lover started showing the telltale signs of jealousy... It became pretty hot (plus praise from THE Kafka? Ego-boosting).

Blade doesn’t voice it, but more than seeing you all pretty for him, he loves seeing you ruined for him, and doesn’t complain when you ask him to take a picture with your phone of whatever part of you, focusing on the marks, or the torn crotch of your panties, or something alike… There are times when he would text you with a simple ‘send me pictures with torn stockings’ or ‘yesterday. open nipples bra. now’ , because he knows you have them, and you deliver, because you know he loves them. 

Has his favorites:

Depicts your thighs, bitten and opened wide, while the black panties are pushed aside to let two thick, scar-covered fingers dive into your pussy.

Your body after one of the sessions - bra roughly pushed down under the mark-covered breasts, panties missing, one stocking still on the leg, but with multiple holes in it, and the other tying your wrists above your head.

A small video you insisted on recording of the man tugging onto your garter belt whenever he wanted your hips to push towards his thrust, threatening for the thin elastic material to snap.

Even though he doesn’t save them, he knows how to get an easy access to them, so for Blade it works quite fine (and Kafka’s plan does too, making Blade look less intimacy-repulsed and spicing up your relationship).

Boothill

A cyborg, whose only human part of the body is the head, and sex life… How can this be possible? 

Oh, trust me, it can. Sure, his bodily reaction differs, but he still is excited to get nudes from you, finally able to express through the text what he really thinks with that foul mouth of his. A voice recording of you dirty talking to him? Awesome. A video? You can bet his engine is overheating and vents are whirring.

But in all honesty, the ones he truly loves and returns to are the recordings of him doing stuff to you. Call him self-conscious, it’s not like he can bite back with a swear, but the reminder that he can bring you pleasure even now is sometimes necessary.

The lights are intimately dimmed, not enough to bring the room into utter darkness. Two bodies are lying almost intertwined with your back turned to the camera. The metal arm of your lover has sneaked under your side and around your waist, fingers digging into the plush glob of your ass, tugging on it, to further the spread which is created by your leg thrown over his hip. Your pussy is perfectly presented to the camera, puffy and slick, with two gray plated fingers massaging it. Digits slide up and down your labia, occasionally staying on the clit, to rub tight circles on it and elicit some sweet moans out of you, only to return to their previous ministrations, dipping the tips juuust a little bit into the quivering hole. Your back arches and body deliciously shivers from the contrast of his cool and your heat, and you softly whine, when he releases your ass cheek to give it a spank and then grab it again, unwilling to let the sight of your cunt escape his phone’s camera. You whimper something, muffled by his chest, but he remembers by heart what you were begging for. ‘Please, put your mouth on me.’ He will, in a minute, but right now he pushes both fingers to the second knuckle in, making you jolt in his hold, but not letting you go anywhere.

It’s captivating, how his inhuman digits disappear and reappear with every thrust he makes; slick-covered they look shiny, as if you polished them, and the cyborg shudders, imagining your tongue running around them. That’s one dangerous video, he may just give in to his want to see you and abandon the mission he was assigned to…

Dr Veritas Ratio

Unsurprisingly, Veritas’ phone doesn’t contain that much stuff in general. Maybe some downloaded articles, notes to put down later, if he doesn’t have a piece of paper at the moment, and very few pictures, mainly of his writings on the chalkboard. Don’t be discouraged though, of course he has pictures of you. Some selfies you took after “borrowing” his phone and ones he doesn’t have a heart to delete (but he will scoff at you, should you decide to tease him), and some very well-thought images he took on his own accord - he needs reference for when he decides to let his mind rest from research and focus on sculpting.

And one might think that such a reserved and cold man will not entertain storing anything explicit on his phone. Well, he indeed does not have any pictures and videos saved - if he wants, he can either find what you sent him via your chat or just demand your assistance. However… There is something that strangely became his way of concentrating when doing his research…

”Oh! Mh- *thrust* Veri- ohmygod! *thrust*”

“Wait- Aaah! I can’t! I’m sore! MmmmMMM!” “No, you can and you will. Now hold still, I can’t eat you out if you keep thrashing around.” “Oh Aeons!”

*Slick sounds of you going down on him, gurgling and choking on his girth, occasionally gasping to catch your breath, only to have his cock buried in your throat again*

“Baaaby… I miss you so much… Can I come to your office? I promise to be good… Just need to cockwarm you - nothing else I swear. Let me keep you company pleeease. Imagine how nicely it'd be to have your cock buried in my pussy, while you are working… Need to help you with stress-relief, it's gonna feel so-so good.”

“Oh fuck, o-oh, love, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I’mcumMIN-” “Ngh, s-so…tight…” “Aaaaaaah~!”

“Veritas Ratio, if you come home in ten minutes, I will give you a nice massage and then ride you damn cock, till the only thing you can think about is not your work, but me. If you fail to do so though… I wonder if my threat to use some toys instead will work. Just know that your wife is very mad. And horny.”

It doesn't matter if the audio was taken while you were intimate or it was something you sent to him and he saved - he thoroughly enjoys everything your voice has to offer to him. And if instead of concentrated it accidentally makes him horny - he'll just play the next one, while undoing his pants.

Gallagher

Oh, this man is a menace. And a huge ass-lover. His gallery is full of pictures of your booty: clothed, just panty-clad or bare. There are shots with your body clearly being bent, ass up and back covered in his load. Videos of him fucking you from behind, with cock sliding in and out of your pussy? Obviously. Recordings of it jiggling as he spanks you? Would’ve been strange if they weren’t there.

However, in that vast collection of his, there is a video that’s most peculiar - one might say scandalous. It was one of those nights when he took over the bar for Siobhan and you came over at some point, all enticing and so sexy in that little dress of yours… He could not resist taking you right there once the establishment was closed. And it got on security camera...

Moans so loud, that they are reaching the recording device, are still of the delicious kind. Your back is arched over the bar counter, arms lifted and wrists tied by none other but Gallagher’s wine-red tie, and held by his own hand for good measure. The front of your dress is pushed down, revealing your pretty breasts, jiggling with every thrust of the man’s hips, and the hem of it has ridden up, baring your stomach and mark-covered thighs. Your lover is barely unclothed, pants and boxers pushed down just enough to free his cock and the tie, obviously, missing. The hand that is not holding your wrists, is grabbing onto your leg, under the knee, lifting it for a better angle, and showing off a lewd detail - your black lace panties hanging on your shin. You are looking positively debauched, and he is no better, groaning and cursing, with an occasional exceptionally rough trust that makes you scream and whine. There are teeth-gritted ‘slut’s and huskily chuckled ‘bad girl’s with your pleading ‘sir’s and ‘Gal’s, all of that deliciously seasoned with the clapping of the wet skin colliding. But nothing beats the moment of you cumming, depicted by no less than three cameras from all of the hottest angles…

Of course this footage was ‘confiscated’ by him with some dumb excuse for Siobhan (he doubts she believed it, given the knowing look and shit-eating grin she gave him), with all traces destroyed except just one copy thoroughly hidden on his phone. He thinks you two should repeat that - this time, however, he’d love to bend you over the counter with your back facing him…

Gepard Landau

Gepard would die if someone took his phone and got into his gallery. Poor man has to change the password weekly to throw Serval off his case (she was only teasing, but that made her brother paranoid). There is a reason for such behavior - while he is way too sweet and gentlemanly to suggest making sexy pics or, Supreme Guardian forgive, videos, he can't help but to be too whipped for you. 

This man dutifully saves every single photo and video of yours - nudes included.

You don't send them very often - you don't want to kill your darling husband. But sometimes the yearning is unbearable, and there is a suffocating need to show Gepard what he is missing while away on duty (you always leave a warning message though, so he could check it while alone and undisturbed).

No matter how red and embarrassed he gets, the man timidly admits that he enjoys this kind of attention. He is not beyond the earthly pleasures - he too has a favorite theme, that recently became more present in what you send him…

At first you looked so absolutely cute and domestic with his huge sweater on, the one you personally knitted for him - the beginning of the video didn’t look all that different from the photos you sent him just minutes before. But soon it becomes clear why you asked if he was alone, because once you position the phone and climb onto the bed, your full attire gets revealed. White stockings are replacing your usual home pants, and as your fingers grab the hem of the sweater and tug it up, the white panties from a matching set start peaking. The view is both pure and alluring, with the way your legs are spreading wide, and the sweater being pushed further up, baring your braless breasts. The hem gets secured between your teeth and both hands teasingly run down your sides, index fingers drawing circles around the tits, before squeezing them; as one remains right there, the other slowly slides down your stomach, disappearing under the hem of those flimsy panties. Imagination paints wild images - every next is hotter than the previous, and only your muffled moans of his name and rapidly rising chest are indicators of how good you feel with fingers pushing in and out of your pussy. And that damn sweater… You are not taking it off.

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards has one guilty pleasure - you, wearing his clothes. Domesticity, longing, finding comfort in something of his touches his heart and heightens his love and desire for you, almost making him consider taking a regular day off.

Jing Yuan

This man literally worships the ground his wife is walking on, so OF COURSE he wants to have as many pictures and videos of you as possible. It gets so boring and lonely when he is at work, after all. But don’t be fooled by his sweet and innocent smile, there are not only cute shots of you both or just you, he has sexy stuff too.

Man is obsessed with your chest. It’s his favorite pillow (thus so many pictures of him snuggling his face right between your breasts), his best stress-relief (photos and short videos of his big veiny hands cupping and squeezing your girls, with an occasional swipe of the thumbs over the erect nipples), his favorite place to leave marks on (no one can see them under the clothes, but just one tug of his finger on your collar and he is met with a delicious sight. Plus the photos he asks to send occasionally).

Loves, loves, loves, purchasing lingerie for you and when you demonstrate your bra-clad tits. He immediately wants them in his face, but there is the phone screen keeping him away.

But oh does he love recordings of playing with them.

Your body is steadily bouncing on your husband’s lap, creating a beautiful melody of skin slapping against skin. There is an occasional peak of his thick cock, covered in your juices, that immediately disappears again, undoubtedly swallowed by your pussy. One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, supporting you, while the other hand is palming at your left breast. The right one has fallen victim to his eager mouth, lips wrapped around the nipple, sucking on it tenderly, tongue toying with the overstimulated nub. His eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, moaning around your breast, when you tug on his luscious locks, trying to push him away, to give you a small rest. He is drawing back indeed, planting a soft kiss to the valley between the jiggling globes, and you sigh in relief, deceived by his affectionate action. Only for you back to arch and mouth hang in a loud moan, when Jing Yuan brings your other breast to his awaiting tongue, dropping both hands to your hips to aid you in speeding up your riding, sensing your nearing orgasm.

Maybe next time you should try recording him making you cum by playing with your chest only… Ah, just the thought makes his cock swell.

Loucha

As much as Loucha enjoys your company and more often than not allows you to accompany him in his journeys, there are times when he can’t take you with him. Which means he leaves for weeks, or sometimes a couple of months, going through the days without a single touch from you. Before getting into a relationship with you, he could survive without intimacy just fine, but now, since he knows the taste of affection and being spoiled by you, it’s getting hard.

That’s when recordings on his phone come in handy, especially when there is no opportunity of a video call to indulge. And there is one he most frequently returns to…

Your chest is rising and falling, pretty breasts with perky nipples brought together by a wrap of a rope. Red and purple marks bloom on your skin akin flowers, some fresh, some from days before. Sweat shines on your hot skin, indicating just for how long the blonde has been torturing you with pleasure and denial. There is a small shake of the video, as your lover is establishing his phone, having just started the recording, and softly making you aware of how good you look - you wouldn’t know with that blindfold covering your eyes. Once the angle is perfect - capturing your arms, tied above the head, the arch of your back and thighs pushed together for stimulation, the man is joining you on the bed. It is cock-hardening, how you lift your head to find his lips, when you sense him leaning down, needily allowing him to indulge in a kiss before the game of orgasm denial continues. His hand meanwhile is creeping down your body, starting with caressing your cheek, fingers sliding down your neck, over the swell of your breast, thumb pushing against the nipple, eliciting a moan out of you right into his mouth, and then palm splaying on your stomach, traveling even lower, before it disappears between your thighs.

Loucha is a man of foreplay. There is nothing more satisfying to him, than indulging into your body before sinking his cock into your warmth. He loves making you squirm, completely at his mercy, drawing you right to the edge, and then denying you the sweet release, just to make you yearn, just to stretch the process out.

Sampo Koski

Sampo is nasty and that is not a secret. I am sure, if you were up for it, he’d suggest filming porn just for the giggles (and extra cash, come on, you both are fucking hot). There are teasing nudes and intimate videos, and it’s not a rare occasion of either of you texting the other with some found porn with a caption ‘let’s try it?’ and you do, frequently recording the process to compare later, and claiming that your performance is better.

However, sometimes it tends to not go according to the script (not like you usually have one). Sampo is chaotic and it’s not hard to lose focus with a lover like him, and these exact moments are Koski’s favorite. Despite being a Masked Fool, during these times he himself looks so sincere, it’s as unnerving, as it is exciting. Rewatching such videos and seeing how you mirror the look in his eyes, giggle with him, even crack a joke, all without ruining the mood - makes him believe he’s found his soulmate (and if you did film porn with him, he’d never share this level of intimacy with your viewers, it solely belongs to you two).

You are giggling, shaking your head with a wide smile, all the while lying on your stomach between his toned mark-covered thighs and leisurely fisting his hard, leaking cock with an angrily red tip. 

‘Sampo, please, be a little serious, we are trying to be sexy here.’

‘We are sexy! What’s not hot in shaping my and your pubic hairs into the lips?? They could kiss, when we fuck!’

‘You are unbelievable,’ you snort, trying to save the last bits of your composure, and leaning forward to mouth at his tight balls. This makes your lover pornographically (how ironic) moan, throwing his head back.

‘Mmm, yes, right there~ Oooh… If am soooo unbelievable, it must mean I am dreamy? How about I bring you to a Penacony, to a Dreamscape? I bet in your dream I’d be as good in bed as I am in reality.’

Your resolve snaps and you burst out laughing, letting go of his sack and pressing your face to his thigh, shaking, dropping the hand from around his cock. Sampo whines.

‘Come ooooon, I was so close!’

‘Shu-ah-ha-t-ah-uh-p,’ you manage through your laughter. The man pouts, but the gaze of mint green is summer-warm as he is looking down at your trembling form. Your voice is pretty, your cackles are pretty, and oh damn he is laughing too.

And these are just the first few minutes of the last video, the thing has a duration of half an hour, so, obviously, you didn’t stop there. That’s what Sampo Koski loves - no matter how cringe you become, it’s never a reason to stop the whole process. If anything it’s something to spark an even longer and intimacy-filled one.

Sunday

Keeping personal stuff on his phone is quite dangerous, given Sunday’s position. That’s why he owns two phones - his work one, and one to mainly contact you, his sister, and a small circle of the most trusted people. He is extremely good at handling the owning of two separate devices, never mistaking one for another, that people are often convinced he has only one.

But it’s his personal cellphone that interests us. Oh, does he have a whole collection of photos and videos of you, one folder in particular hidden just for good measure. Sunday is a collected and regal man, yet it doesn’t mean he has a hard time enjoying your teasing. Quite contrary, sometimes he welcomes it, loving the photos you send him from an outing, shopping for clothes, or better yet, lingerie, sending him multiple shots of different sets and asking him which he loves most, and which he’d like to see on you tonight. 

There are videos too, especially when he’s been extremely busy, and you are oh so needy, sending him short recordings of touching yourself, sighing out his name, begging him to come and help you. However, there is one he particularly likes…

Big silicone cock is being pushed in and out by the machine he purchased for you to quell your need when your husband can’t be there for you. You are on your stomach, with hips slightly raised and pushed backwards, chasing the toy, and he can see the perfect outline of your pussy, outer lips swollen and puffy, covered in a sticky substance, opening and constricting in attempts to accommodate the girth. Your moans are sweet, so-so sweet, hitting a high pitch, when the dildo falls out and a thick glob of cum substitute escapes your pussy. And then another, and another, messing your thighs even more, ruining the towel underneath you. Yet you don’t stop, reaching behind, and pushing the tip back into your tight warmth, making the toy pick its pace again. It’s squelching, it’s so dirty, but it’s so hard to look away. You give yourself creampie, after creampie, sometimes stopping to collect the substance and push it inside with your digits, fingering, moaning and whining for your husband, wishing it’s his cum sploshing between your walls, breeding you.

Yes, it’s his favorite, almost 4-minute video. Ever the neat freak, he can’t deny you look heavenly when ruined, on an equally ruined bed, begging for his attention and semen. You have to forget about the machine for some time, however, because since then Sunday has been truly devoted to breeding you.

#THIS ONE WAS FANTASTIC #sampos one was so hot n omg RATIO #SUNDAYS ONES TOTALLY UP MY ALLEY #archives;

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BOOST

@hajunzi has stolen and plagiarized my original work for my playboy geto x reader series which was originally posted in 2022. 

I don’t appreciate you stealing my work word for word and claiming it as your own, nor do I appreciate you lying by saying that it’s based on a true story of you and your ex boyfriend. It’s laughable, honestly and deeply sad that you would do this to another creator. I ask that you delete this piece as it is not your original work.

[7ken3]

Save a horse

#ride A COWBOYYYYYYY #archives;

[7ken3]

hsr characters as OF creators ♥︎

characters: blade, jing yuan, ting yun, yukong, kafka, adventurine, dan heng, boothill.

⭑ blade

doesnt speak + no commentary ..? jus him fisting his fat cock in front of the camera 😟 doesn’t show his face + only shows his lower body n torso. lets out occasional groans n its always so breathy n deep 😵‍💫. soooo many fans because of his body. BADDD lighting, grainy n dark, but theres always some sort of light frm his desk lamp. doesn’t do any milestone/ anniversary events. streams once in a blue moon …. ENDS RIGHT AFTER HE CUMS 😭 no bye no nothing j the black screen of ‘live has ended’ … like ok damn … 😟

⭑ jing yuan

knows hes hot n wants to flaunt it !! vv open to try different kinks to cater to his audience ! SUPER VOCAL 10/10 n uses allll kinds of pet names. def a creator that wants to make sure that his viewers cum first before him <3 has a schedule for streams! will stay a little longer after the session to chat + get along with his viewers ! a rlly big sweetheart:( also uses lots of gifts tht his viewers send ! def does giveaways for private calls when he hits milestones !!

⭑ tingyun

shows her face like jy ^^ always has on the prettiest lingeries, will use toys n wear lingerie tht her fans sent her !! will personally shoutout the people who sent her gifts too !! vv vocal, usually only cums twice max n ends the stream ! does private services too <3 vv active n does daily morning/night greetings ! her menu is q pricey but she has looots of subscribers 💰

⭑ yukong

def wear a mask 😵‍💫😵‍💫 sooo sexy :( keeps her panties + bra on n jus slides her panties to the side. almost always uses dildos :(( soso thick n it stretches out her pussy so prettily :( doesn’t change to cater to any particular preferences she’s just kinda doing it for money ..? kinda 😟 she’ll b thinking of doing it n she’ll just prop up her phone n start the live 😭 streams based on her stress + mood. doesn’t use any particular petnames n does not engage much with her viewers but she doesn’t hold back her moans!

⭑ kafka

uses vibes ! doesnt show her face but she drapes her coat over her shoulders ! looooves talking her fans through their orgasm <3 lots of subscribers bcause alot of ppl are attracted to her voice ! likes to do orgasm denial n def taunts her viewers a lot ! ALWAYS has perfect lighting n all her lingerie and vibes r matching colours ☝️

⭑ adventurine

switch ! accepts various types of services but never does meetups + will do those sentence/ petname requests where he’ll take payments n use the requested sentences or petnames throughout his stream! content of streams are usually based on his subscribers’ votes.

⭑ dh

resident pretty boy ! his face always gets sooo flushed when he’s close. super vocal too ! 7/10 likes to call his viewers darling + love. gets a little awkward after climaxing he just starts to shy away, says bye + thank you and ends the stream 😭 doesn’t stream too regularly. used to be a little skittish about doing camming but he’s getting more comfortable doing it now !

⭑ boothil

(lets assume he has a human dick for hc purposes LOLL)

always uses a fleshlight 😵‍💫 very vulgar* but it all turns to petnames so a quarter of his viewers are there for fun ! cums so much ?? wld b very very willing to overstimulate himself + he has a lot of stamina n he wants to show off so his streams last for quite a while ! doesnt care much about his viewers’ preferences he jus does what he wants but a lot of ppl are very interested ab his cyborg body and he sounds rlly hot so he’s crazy popular 😵‍💫

౨ৎ ria’s 💭 this was so fun to post HAHAHA def not proofread n theres no actual smut in this so don be disappointed 🙏 mighttt consider doing a whole fic for camboy!jy 😵‍💫

#oh... my... god.... #this post is smth i did not know i NEEDED #n blade ones kinda funny ngl cuz i can imagine him like #does it for minutes n right after he cums abt 5 secs later he offs it #like it could be a 5min live stream HAHAHA but i can DEF see him being that type to just end it after he came #archives;

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if only he would let me hold his pp while he's peeing ☹️

twt! amonxsenpai

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if his sorcerer career ends i hope he does porn

twt! Bom61487782

#pls do so i can- #archives;

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𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 - 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐥 ⽮𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖊𝖓𝖚⽮

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ꐠ𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬ꐠ

•Getting caught by boothill for being the outlaw he was paid to hunt, what will happen to you after he finds you?😼•

a/n: gender neutral reader and more of Boothill's sexy asf ass!! ✨👀 I hope you'll enjoy~

Also, extra note!! All my oneshots will start to have my own tag for my smut writings so you can read them all without the in-between posts to make it a more smoother experience.

Tinge of angst!!

The tag is:   ‧͙⁺-ˋˏalmond writesˎˊ˚⁺‧͙

!!!MDNI!!!

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* *ೃ ➷.*ೃ𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐥𝐢𝐥' 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲˚*ೃ˚* ➷.*ೃ

"Well, well, well. Look who we have 'ere", a coy smirk slithered across his lips before he turned into a cocky grin that revealed the sharpness of his teeth which glimmered in the faint street lights while the redness of his pupils never left the blackness of your own.

You clenched your fists, feeling cornered from the way you leaned against the end of the alleyway wall - the bricks brushing against the skin of your palms whilst you snarled at the cyborg ahead, "Boothill." Your fingers itched themselves towards your weapon while you tried to hide the documents you had stolen within your backpack that hangs on your shoulder.

You don't even know why this ranger decided to come after you. Yet, it's been a week already from trying to escape his grasp - and you had a hunch he was letting you slip between his fingers just for the joy of watching your squirm every time.

"My bounty ain't even worth your time", you clenched your jaw, glaring into his eyes before you scoffed, "what's in it for you?" The cowboy chuckled, shaking his head and placing his fingers against the rim of his hat while his other was lazily leaning against the thick leather of his belt, "I take it ya don't really know what ya did when you stole those papers. They belong to the galaxy rangers, sweetheart." He sighed with a grin that never seemed to leave his face, his metallic digits whipping across the rim of his hat before he lazily rested it upon his belt alongside his other, "Ya stole it from a man named Gerlin, I take it? A grumpy, middle aged man only 5'3? Yea', he stole it from us first. A sleazy little one." He chuckled amused at the memory of it.

You frowned, feeling your heart race increase, "I don't care about that, there's a rumour, that it leads to a special map. I was hired to steal it", you spoke quickly, averting your gaze from his own as you tried to cover up how you could escape, knowing he stood in the only way out - and he was far too smart to let you pull out a distraction.

"Ya right about that", he smirked, leaning into the side of his hip, flexing his arm out to which a bullet had been then been released from it, causing the gears to hiss and clank before he caught it between the sharpness of his teeth - only for him to take it between his index and middle finger as though it were nothing but a simple cigar, "it's a map leadin' to somethin' far more dangerous than a simple townsfolk like ya could handle. All that aeon and stellaron stuff, if ya get the drill?" His tongue slithered over the golden, coloured metal of the bullet before he spat it out and raised his hand, allowing it to slip into the barrel of his pistol with ease, "Anywho, I suggest ya finally get on ya knees and hand me the bag, we don't want this to get messy now, do we?"

His grin could only widen as he aimed the gun towards you lazily, "Hand it over and we'll call it a day, I wouldn't wanna hurt somethin' as beautiful as ya."

You scowled at his cockiness, causing you to glare at him with an unyielding stare, "I can't. Once I get paid, I'll finally be able to leave this shit hole once and for all. I don't care what the item contains, only that I know it pays well. So, either get out of my way or we'll let our weapons talk." Your fingers were itching for a battle - yet you knew he could easily disarm you in a single swipe.

Your eyes flickered in a...vulnerability? If you could even call it that, feeling the way your heart quickened and your breath slightly stammered.

You just wanted to go home...to see the comfort of the sunset and to feel the cool, fresh air brush against the softness of your skin.

Was that too much to ask for?

Boothill's eyes narrowed slightly - as though they were studying every piece of emotional information you subconsciously provided through the way your fingers flexed, the way your breath was uneven and the fiery passion that burned into your eyes. He sighed, twirling his gun on his index finger before he placed it underneath his chin in thought, nodding his head and humming to himself, "Now, now, normally I love toying with my prey ya see." His grin grew upon his lips while he moved his gun away, fiddling with the barrel, "I've only been...lenient to ya because you're an amateur, it was fun seeing how you scadaddled away each time I let ya - plus, ya really cute when you get all flustered like that every time I corner ya. 'Tis quite sweet to see."

He grinned widely at that, shaking his head and resting his barrel against the rim of his hat with a dramatic sigh...as though he was playing you once more, hoping you'd reveal the truth of the situation so it'll be easier for him to exploit you.

The way the faint lights of the street lamps shimmered across his teeth and the metal of his body caused you to wonder if this was really going to be the end for the fight to your freedom.

You clenched your jaw, scoffing before rolling your eyes in a new found determination that's built upon desperation, "Just let me pass, Boothill, I'm tired of this. I just wanna do my job." You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling your lips downturn. His cocky grin could only widen along with his eyes - the way his red pupils flickered in mocking made you tighten your fists. "So do I, darlin', I also just wanna do my job, ya know. So, make it easy for us sweetpie, honey bunch. No need to make it complicated", he ran his red, pointed tongue across his lower lip teasingly.

You felt the desperation slither up your spine, the way your teeth bit down upon your lip made you wonder if there was a way out of this...moment...a way to be free of his pursue and gun while hoping to complete the mission that was bestowed upon you by a claimed stellaron hunter, "I can't", you whispered, feeling your brow furrow and your breath quicken.

Boothill dramatically sagged his shoulders, pouting at your words, "Well, ain't that a pity, and here I thought we were gonna do more than a tango from the way ya eyes never left me." He was teasing you, testing you as he twirled the barrel of his gun around as though he were in thought, "Mhm...how 'bout this." He pointed his gun at you with a coy smirk that dangled on the edge of his lips while he tilted his head mockingly, "I'll give ya ten seconds to run. After that, the game is on, darlin'."

He pulled the trigger.

The click of his trigger echoed in your ear, causing you to duck in fear a bullet would shatter your skull - only to see him smirk in triumph without a bullet anywhere to be seen, only the proud glimmer in his eyes and the coy smirk on his lips.

Of course he would play you. And the only option you had left...was to run.

So, you ran.

You held onto the straps of your backpack, dashing past him as quickly as you could whilst the sound of his counting echoed your ear and the smirk that had adorned his youthful features, causing your stomach to twist.

You tried to catch your breath, feeling sweat slide down your skin. You couldn't help but glance behind you every few seconds, knowing you couldn't sprint for much longer, so, you decided to travel down another route between the towering buildings.

But before you could even blink, a gasp has spilled from your lips.

Cold metal had wrapped itself around your wrists while another wrapped itself around your throat, pinning your face against the cold concrete as you hissed from the force that came with the push, making you groan and close your eyes from the feeling.

"I tried to give ya some time, but even I only have so little to spare...unfortunately, because well, I was thinkin' of makin' an exception just for ya, darlin'", his words filled your ear while his breath slithered across your earlobe. The way the metal was pushed against your back made you involuntary shiver before you felt his hand release your wrist and began to slide the backpack off your shoulders, "We could've done it the easy way, ya know. Yet, ya like to push me to the limits, sweetheart." He sighed, pressing his cheek against the side of your neck, allowing you to feel what little warmth resides beneath the softness of his skin, "a pity this game has to come to an end."

You closed your eyes, biting your lip. This is the ranger that has been toying for you a week - playing with you like damn, fucking prey. You wouldn't let him take away whatever chance you had left, so, you did what you knew was necessary...and perhaps for your own enjoyment due to the beauty that comes with him, "It...doesn't have to, Boothill. We can be peaceful."

You spoke quietly, allowing your free hand to reach for his thigh that was pressed against the side of your leg, allowing your fingers to gently slide over the material that covers the cool metal of his body. "I don't want it to end", you whispered defeated, closing your eyes before you gently pressed your rear against his crotch.

If this was the distraction you needed. Then this was the distraction that will lead to your freedom.

You bit your lip.

He growled out against your ear, the sounds of his gears shifting and the clenching of his fingers could be heard, "My sweet, lil' prey. Tryin' to change the game I see?" "This isn't a game", you corrected him softly, glancing at him as you felt his fingers slightly tighten around your throat, "it's called attraction." His other leg suddenly slid between your own, bending his knee so his thigh could gently push up against your crotch in warning, "Ya really testing the boundaries, darlin'." He hissed as you pushed down on his thigh gently - your rear pushing into his crotch.

He dropped the backpack and placed his digits onto your thigh and pressed his nose against your neck as he inhaled your unique scent that drove his system into overdrive, "Ya really know how to make a man lose his cool...ya drivin' me crazy. Ever since I first saw you with those doe eyes which widened at the fear of bein' caught red-handed." He slowly began to rub his thigh against your bundle of nerves.

Your nails dug into his thigh, your other hand resting against the coldness of the wall as you couldn't help but slightly arch your back at the feeling - especially from the way he growled and his mechanics shifted and hissed, causing you to feel something hard...extremely hard pressing against your ass, "Sweetpie, you are playin' a dangerous game." "I thought we weren't playing", you retorted, staring at him with a hooded gaze.

He tightened his hold on your neck, pushing your cheek further against the wall, "Damn right we aren't." He snarled, spinning you around and separated your thighs with his leg which had already contained a wet mark on his thigh.

Your fingers slid up his metallic torso, feeling the heat slowly surge from within due to the way his lust began to override his system, making the redness of his pupils glow even brighter and for his breath to deepen and his shoulders to tense.

The way those eyes pierced into your own caused your stomach to flutter in a thousand butterflies.

"Why did ya steal the documents?", he asked menacingly, yet his tone could never quite reach that threatening tone due to the way he's been known to have been cursed to never swear, to never act anything against the customs of positivity and optimism.

Perhaps that's why he was such a fierce ranger...one could never know his true motives.

Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him closer as you watched the way he closed his eyes with groan and making sure his hard... mechanical dick was pressed firmly against your abdomen. "Because I want to go home", you whispered sincerely, sliding your hands up into his white locks dipped in black.

You made sure you pouted the best you could, using your other hand to slide back down and then upon his cheek. The way his skin felt so soft and warm against your touch nearly made your legs clench against his thighs, "I have to go home."

Home was a foreign word to him.

A feeling he wishes he could experience - perhaps he did.

Perhaps the feeling is all but forgotten.

"Hand over the documents", he whispered softer now, clenching his jaw before he groaned and pressed his forehead against your own, pressing his dick against your abdomen, "and I shall take ya home."

His fingers slide down your throat and down the middle of your chest, leaving a wake of goosebumps from their touch - until he pressed his head into the crook of your neck.

You gasped and knotted your fingers into his hair, accidentally pushing off his hat as your hips bucked into his own from the sensitivity of your skin. The sharpness of his teeth against your throat, slowly and gently grazing your neck. "I'll take ya home", he mumbled against you...his hand sliding down your waist to rest upon your hip before he began to slide his digits under your shirt.

The coldness made you bite back a moan, feeling your eyes shut from the pleasure that ran through your system.

'This...This wasn't how it was supposed to go', you thought to yourself, 'fuck.'

"You don't understand, Boothill", you whispered out. Your breath hitched at the way he tore his head from your neck to glance into your eyes from the way you spoke your name, listening intently as his thigh rubbed a slight circular emotion around the nerves between you legs, causing a whimper to spill from your lips, "I-I can't."

He closed his eyes, clenching his jaw before you heard the clicks and shifts of his synthetic system. His thigh left your wet hole - only to be placed by his fingers which pushed themselves between your legs threateningly and for his gun to now be placed against your forehead in a warning manner and the click that came with it.

The click that signalled it was ready to fire.

Your eyes widened from the coldness that slithered into the redness of his pupils.

He bit his lip, glancing to the side in thought and from his own inner turmoil, "I didn't see ya. Last I heard, you had left as a stowaway on a starskiff."

"W-What?", you nearly choked out, feeling your eyes widen and your heart quicken, "Boothill-"

He slammed his lips against your own, his digits leaving your quivering core to cup your cheeks as his tongue slid over your own, "I'll find ya", he mumbled against your lips - his eyes never leaving your own, "I will. And when I do, I'll have you in cuffs chained to my bed, makin' love to ya so hard you'll be screaming my name with that sweet, beautiful voice of yours. My promise."

His lips molded into your own, one last time before he twirled around on his heel, picking up his hat and walking down the street without looking back.

''My promise.'

A smirk dangled on the tips of his lips.

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a/n: LMFAO- this was not where I thought I was going to go with this- 😭😭💖✨ I was definitely aiming for sex against the alley wall, but I wanted to make a wee story out of it! I still hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!! 😽😽 This is not proofread!!

Boothill is from Honkai: Star Rail

Pure smut will be coming soon again! I'll be focusing on that more!

#OOOOOO THIS IS JOT #HOT #LOVED how he went soft for us OMG THE CHANGE #archives;

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⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ rich boy aventurine headcanons that live rentfree in my head ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡ // cw. [ex]plicit, fem! reader ˚୨୧⋆

rich boy aventurine buys you panties that when he flips you over, show a stripe of diamond letters webbed into the flimsy waistband— his name had to be somewhere around you, correct? so this is certainly heaven to him. how gorgeous you look to him as well, with your ass perked up all nicely so he could squeeze and rub it, stroke and touch it— how your back was looking like an art piece, flowingly bend to present a show for him.

rich boy aventurine wants you to name it all, in fact, you should always be honest with him— because, hey, what do you need? shoes, perhaps a new bag or do you need him to go far beyond that? because the man certainly doesn't find it difficult to make your dreams come true.

as long as he gets to play with your body and sopping cunt, and call you beautiful whenever you sucked him off, he's utterly pleased. it's intense when his strong arms cradle you and you feel how your breath hitches when he slowly turns from your pussy to your perky tits, sucking one nipple with just the right amount of pressure.

smiling wickedly as he drags your moans from deep inside of you.

rich boy aventurine marvels in the smoothness of your skin and wants nothing more than to pleasure you in all the right ways imaginable once he finally pops his shaft through your hole— his tongue searches for yours to sway back and forth between mouths as he fucks you, filling you, roughly and completely as he touches something special in your soft walls.

rich boy aventurine gets hard, painfully so, when you're being a fucking brat to him, the meaner you are, the better. precisely when you do it on purpose too. you take over every square in his mind and logic— and well, what's best about that situation is that after you believe you've managed to wrap him around your finger for once, he smiles through heart-shaped glasses before pulling up your shirt to expose your chest to him.

he rubs against your saliva-slicked tits as you notice his hard cock judding against your thigh, rocking against you as you follow his lead— although, thoroughly, more so intently, rich boy aventurine twists one hand downwards to press a little harder on your clit as your body sparks in euphoria, body rocking and fighting the pleasure shocked twitches.

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#wawwwwwwwwww #want him to spoil me bad #archives;

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so cleaaan

credit: _skj003

#😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 #phew #archives;

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cw. boothill x f!reader drabble, riding (but really he’s the one in charge), piv penetration, cyborg dick, a hint of dacryphilia perhaps, this is seriously just some major brainrot im having please help, minors dni pls and ty :)

cold metal bites into the supple flesh of your hips.

it’s a stark contrast to the heat your body radiates, icy fingertips clutching you tightly as boothill guides you along his dick, sinfully dragging against the fluttering walls of your pussy.

“ridin’ me so well, cutie. you like being used like this, huh?” sharp teeth graze the sensitive skin of your throat before he laughs, deep and condescending. “i’ll make sure you’re satisfied. can’t have you doubtin’ me again, can we?”

you’re too fucked out to even answer. boothill’s strong hands force you to bounce on his ribbed metal cock, drawing whines and mindless babbles from your lips as you slump against him. your hands pull and tug at his silky hair while you plead, “hol’on, waaait, s’too much..!”

it’s honestly your fault that you’re even in this situation. you had teased boothill about his cyborg body—“you get a dick attachment with that robo-body or what?”—and now you’re paying the price.

“too much now?” boothill sneers, sharp teeth glinting in the low lights of the room as he looks at you. his red pupils drink in your debauched expression, the way sweat beads at your temple and drips down your face.

he suddenly slows, grinding his hips up in to yours as he drags a hand up the slope of your body, leaving a trail of icy nerves in its wake. he grips your face, squishing the fat of your cheeks. silvery tears of pleasure line your lashes, something boothill smugly takes note of. when a tear trickles down your cheek, he’s immediately leaning forward to lap it up with his tongue.

“thought you said i wouldn’t be able to keep up with the real thing. you so sure about that now?”

your attempt to shake your head is stopped only by the way he grips you. he leans in, nipping at your plush lower lip before he continues.

“i do love a challenge, though.” his voice is rough, tinged with heated desire as he grinds his dick further into you. “am i proving ya wrong, sweetheart?”

“yes,” you whimper, thighs trembling as he kisses you, long and deep. boothill moves his hand back down to your waist and takes up his earlier pace, using you almost like his own personal fucktoy.

“that’s a good girl,” he drawls. “let me take care of you, yeah?”

please don't repost on other platforms. rbs and comments are super appreciated ♡ !!

#AYOO #the way he lick my tear had me going GASP IRL #archives; #i love him sooooooooooo much

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Drew this as a birthday fanart for Nanami's b-day last July 3 ☺️

Ps. Still have 4 slots for April waitlist comms! Just dm me if interested 😉.

#😫😫😫😫😫😫 HIM #archives;

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manhandling with boothill . . . ﹒⪩⪨﹒

having the body of a cyborg comes with it’s blessing and curses, one of them is an unlimited strength. Boothill can easily lift anything no matter how heavy it is, including you.

hence, it comes in a handy when the both of you get hot in the bedroom. ♡ Boothill is the type to want to please his pretty little thing whenever they want, so when you came to him with the request of getting the ragdoll treatment in bed? how could he say no to you!

suddenly, you were being thrown around as he pumped his synthetic cock in and out of your soaked cunny. one moment you were bent over doggy style, the next was you in full nelson as you watched his dick sink in and out of your cunt. hell, he probably fucked you upside down if you say the word! best part? he could do it round after round even after the sun came up, until you finally knock out from exhaustion. but don’t worry! he’ll be ready for more sooner or later..

“you good there baby? ‘cause i ain’t stoppin’ now! ~♡”

#👁👁 pls. a need #archives; #i want him to toss me arnd like nobodys business 🙈🙈🙈

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⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ cw. teasing + dirty talk // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡ whiny boothill <3, fem! reader ♡

"just the tip, please," with boothill but he's lying, "i swear," he whines shamelessly then goes, "really, jus’ the tip, baby," as he slowly lines himself up and rubs circles on your hole before guiding you on his dripping cock.

he could lose himself in you forever, "that's… it, so- so good, ugh," as his hips stutter in an attempt to behave. boothill doesn't think he'll manage to keep himself quiet this time, not when you're making it painfully aware that you want more of it too, more of him— always swaying your hips from left to right so his tip would end up coating your folds with clear pre.

you're teasing— on purpose, making him go through the pain and loss, the want and need of your walls sucking up to his shaft, "one more…" he breathes, "i can feel you get tighter," as he moves one hand down to trail over your clit, "one more inch, then i'll stop, ugh— please, please baby please," he assures, his teeth slowly prancing over the skin on your neck.

boothill loves how you squeeze him, how wet you were and sounded like, it turns him even harder and more desperate, fuck, he wants to cum so fast he can barely take it anymore, "inside.." his brows twist when you gently throb around his shaft, "wanna feel you better so badly,"

as you may have noticed, boothill cannot get enough of you, it's truly in vain, what a pathetic man that drove you absolutely crazy— because, as much as you loved playing this game with him, you can't wait until he buries it all into your addicting cunt.

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#i am in love with whkny boothill #just from his CUTE CUT CUTE line im like #man... he can be a bbg frrrrr #archives; #this was so hot