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supernova captains eat a lot

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Asks on One Piece metas

Note: I don't write spontaneous metas, only in reply to asks. Feel free to ask anything.

Kid Pirates

Eustass Kid: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Killer: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Kid and Killer, their relationship: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Victoria Shiruton Doruyanaika and the KP past: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

other KPs: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Kid x KP women? link

Other characters

best written OP characters: link

Doflamingo: link

Robin: link

Bonney: link

Heart Pirates: 1 2

Admirals: 1 2

Miscellanea

Is OP politic? link

OP movies: 1 2

Wano: 1 2 3 4

miscellanea: 1 2

Luffy vs Naruto, on friends: link

chapter 1056: link

chapter 1081: link

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Well it being black history month is reminding me how I wanted to doodle something like this down for a while. Since it’s been a lil detail I always take notice of in drawings. These are very simple depictions but I hope it’s enough to give the general idea! Feel free to reblog

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first meet

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ace arriving in the afterlife like

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cont. from this

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boothill pussy eating but he can't stop moaning <3 ily miss yoru

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ synopsis. your boyfriend boothill is always so loud when he eats you out (not complaining) // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡ cw. oral (fem! receiving), a little filthy, brazenly loud boothill, he just loves tasting you <3, fem! reader ♡

boothill was silent for a second, eagerly feeling how your pussy throbs beneath his tongue as his breath wafts over your glossed folds—  and he couldn't help but smile at your glazed eyes watch him closely from between your thighs, his own body riveting at the filthy look on your face.

your legs automatically spread wider for him as he kisses your clit lovingly before placing the flat of his tongue against it, your hole squeezing and twitching as he suckles on your pulsing pearl before roughly dragging down between your folds to taste you on his tongue. "ugh, right there, yeah?" he groans before shamelessly moaning into your cunt, the wet and gooey texture of your arousal slick on his chin.

your belly begins to feel hot and tight at the same time as he repeats himself, filthily licking through your folds before wrapping his plushy lips around your clit to boldly moan out your name with an obvious break in his voice.

boothill goes down on you and couldn't ask for more, he's so thankful and treats your juices like the tastiest substance he's ever had the honor of having on his tongue. and well, such might be the case, because the man thought you tasted just heavenly, out of this world with the perfect amount of bitterness accompanying your natural musk.

you let out a whimper and stroke one hand into his hair as he buries his face further into your cunt, immediately moaning into it, "mmh, baby," you drawl out shakily, "i need you closer," and dig your fingers into his scalp to leave subtle scratches behind.

it turned him on when you practically rubbed him where you needed him to be, because please, please please be rough with him, okay? it makes his blood boil and dick throb in his pants.

the more of your arousal he lapped up, the better his tongue felt coaxing all the more out of you before he flicks back and forth your perfect pussy.

your nerves practically come alive and turn sensitive, sharp and delicate, hot and tight, it's a sick whirlwind of reactions no one could ever lure out of you besides your boyfriend.

you just need him so bad— not only that but the sheer presence of him was so intimidating, sweet and, simply ethereal. it had you biting your bottom lip hard enough for it to ache a little, curling your toes as he keeps you prettily spread for him.

perhaps after this, he'll eat you out once more until you're perfectly ready for him, in fact, it seems like you're enjoying yourself a lot and such was, well, everything boothill wanted to achieve.

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im literally so bored rn i went on the first free site with music samples i could find and made a whole ass song just to make a lazy macaque edit cause nothing else was hitting

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Aqua Regia Masterlist

I: cutting through the darkness, bouncing off the walls.

Word count: 2.2k

You become the assistant to the new ruler of Fontaine.

II: putting down the roses, picking up the sword.

Word count: 2.5k

You get settled into your new position, but are you really… settled? You realize something embarrassing about your new boss too— best keep that one to yourself.

III: my love is an animal call.

Word count: 2.3k

It seems that both yourself and the honourable Iudex are struggling with some… ahem. Big feelings.

IV: screaming at the sunshine, singing in the rain.

Word count: 2.5k

The honourable Iudex realizes that you are much more fragile than he is, and perhaps standing in the cold rain is not the best for your health.

V: subatomic interactions.

Word count: 3.6k

You confirm a few theories, resulting in a delicate moment between the two of you, and learn more about what the hell has been going on the past few months, as much as you’d like to deny yourself.

VI: I’m done dancing to alarm bells— I’m done fighting off change.

Word count: 7.1k

The ball goes off without a hitch, and the tide finally swells in, sweeping you up in its grasp.

VII: saturate me, I can’t get enough.

WARNING: SMUT NSFW 18+ MDNI

Word count: 5.7k

Conifer forests quake in fear at the way you two pine. What do you get when you cross a very pent up dragon with the willing object of his affections? So much fucking love it will rot your teeth.

Extras🌊✨

Experimentation is for the bold

WARNING: SMUT NSFW 18+ MDNI

After years of being married, your husband asks if you’re willing to experiment in your intimate life. Your best friend Wriothesley is happy to help.

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— 𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙀𝙂𝙂𝙎

Synopsis: Neuvillette has finally decided to lay his eggs in your womb

C/W: Oviposition, egg laying(5), afab, established relationship, a little bit of domestic moments, double d's cause why not, double penetration, mention of pain, belly bulging, cockwarming

A/N: Dragon people are into oviposition... i just know...

DO NOT READ / DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUCH CONTENT! I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU MAKE ANY NEGATIVE COMMENTS (esp when I already stated the warnings) minors go away please.

NEUVILLETTE was gentle when he spread your sticky thighs apart, allowing his shaft to easily re-enter your sex again due to the lubrication of your fluids. He had spent hours stretching your hole out with his fingers and cocks, resulting to you constantly cumming and making a mess all over him.

The hydro dragon doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he pushes your back to the bed, positioning you in a missionary position while he fucks you with both of his dicks. "Sh-shit agh Neuvi, fe-feels so good!" Your eyes rolled to the back when his dicks hits onto your cervix with dead accuracy, his balls slapping onto your folds providing extra stimulation, making you cum once again.

Your husband eyes on your fluttering pussy hole before slowly pulling out, to test if there is any friction. His face turns into a deep shade of red when the erotic sound of sqwueesh happens. Your walls suddenly clamp down on him, seemingly not wanting him to leave your sex. "Love, I think you are ready." Neuvillette comments, looking back at you who seems to be babbling incoherant nonsense, too fucked out and disorientated to register what was going on.

Neuvillette re-positions you again. Your back was pressed onto his front, your legs spread wide with his own as he slots both of himself back in ease, sighing when your walls start fluttering around him again. You moaned in delight when your pussy feels full again, throwing your head back onto your husband's shoulders, hazy eyes looking up at him.

"Will it hurt when you push the eggs in?" So you still remember the agenda of today's sex. " A little, but I will make it fast. Just 5 eggs, tell me if it's too much."

"Hehe, if my husband wants me to take in more than that, I will gladly do so!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Neuvillete leans down to give you a peck on the cheek, his silver hair falls down at his action, tickling your naked body. "There is a limit to your mortal body. I won't hurt you just for my own primal desires." "But you just said that it will hurt a little when the eggs enter me though?"

"I want to start a family with you." He rest his forehead on yours, ocean blue eyes staring down at you. "If you want to back out now, I am also okay with it. I would never want to do something that you are not comfortable with." Your heart skip a beat at his words. This was the very man that you have married to. A kind and gentle soul that was willing to deny his own happiness just for yours.

"Is okay, I told you before that I wanted this. So please, do as you wish, make both of us parents." Upon hearing your words, all the blood in Neuvillette's body seems to have rushed to both of his cocks. His pale lips came crashing down on yours, hungrily devouring you. You gasped when he pinches on your harden nipple, his tongue taking this golden opportunity to slip inside your mouth, exploring every inch of it.

Your eyes widened in surprise when you felt the tip of his cock enlarging, your walls expanding to accommodate the size as something big and round slips into your womb. It seems like one of his cock was responsible for pushing the egg in while the other was just there to keep you nicely stretched. You pulled away from Neuvillette, a string of saliva attached to both of your lips, whimpering when you felt another egg entering your womb.

This whole process was testing the limits of your vagina. You start tearing up at the constant stretching of your walls, instinctively wanting to close your legs but a hand was immediately placed at the back of your thighs, stopping you from doing it.

"It will hurt more if you close your legs." Neuvillette whispers into your ear, his other hand snacking down to toy with your clit, trying to divert attention away from the pain. Your tear stained face breaks Neuvillette's heart, but he could only whisper sweet little nothings to you, telling you that he is so lucky so marry someone as beautiful as you, praising you for being able to take both of his cocks so well. You gripped onto his hand that was toying on your clit, body shaking when you felt the last egg being pushed into your womb, settling itself in it like it was meant to be there.

You look down to see a big bulge on your belly. The eggs were finally nestled inside your womb, safe from the outside. "Mhmmm... is it over?" You rub your eyes sleepily, suddenly feeling exhausted.

"Yes it is, love." Neuvillette's hand had switched to rubbing your folds up and down. He hums an old lullaby, the vibration of his chest lulls your tired state into sleep. Your husband position himself to lean onto the headboard while you sleep in his arms. His dicks were still inside you, not wanting to pull out as he did not want the eggs to slip out - or it could be just an excuse to do cockwarming.

His hand rubs your belly, feeling satisfied at his eggs being laid inside your womb.

Neuvillette thinks hard about what he can do to relieve you of your pain when you have to lay the eggs next time, especially since it's going to grow in size inside your belly.

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can you stay up all night? ft. boothill

nsfw. the galaxy ranger assigned to protect you as you make your way back to your planet seems to have other plans with you when you both get stuck at a hotel in penacony.

cw: vibrating body parts, cyborg dick, overstimulation, he's sort of mean </3

a/n: knocked this out in like 15 mins. if this isnt good, blame my ovulating brain

for a robot who is programmed to be kind to others, boothill is so mean-- brutal even. he doesn't curse, but aeons his mouth is filthy. that sultry, southern voice of his makes your brain go dizzy, melt into a pile of mush. it's like you're putty in his hands, molding your body however he sees fit.

the quiet whirring of his cock nestled deep in you, hitting at just the right angle has you seeing stars for hours. your legs slung over his wide shoulders, trembling. the hefty sobs that fall from your swollen lips fall onto deaf ears as boothill's thumb is rubbing against your sensitive clit, vibrating against the bundle of nerves.

you don't think you've ever felt so many different things at once. on one hand you want him to stop, allow you to curl into yourself and tremble off his vibrations, but the other is marinating, adoring the feeling of this never ending high.

"look you, baby~" boothill coos, thrusting his cock in and out of your sopping cunt. your eyes try to open, crossing in the process. you try to open your mouth to say something, but you're greeted by the taste of iron and your own slick. boothill's fingers gag you, pressing your left leg to your chest. "you feel that, cutie? im right here," his hand presses down on your tummy as the whirring on your clit increases.

you pulse and clench around him, hips shaking and begging for release. he can't help but laugh at the pathetic way you whine and kick at him. with your hands tied above your head, boohill turns you onto your tummy. he pounds into your from behind, making sure to press down on your lower back.

his fingers on your clit don't lose their place, making sure to swirl the bud to intensify the pleasure. all of it is mind numbing. you find yourself zoning out, only to be greeted by boothill's thumb rubbing at your sore nipples.

"oh please, i cant!" he hums against your hair, kissing down your spine. he tuts, shaking his head. boothill's arms wrap around your torso, pressing your hot sweaty back to the cold metal of his chest. the drastic temperature change has you experiencing whiplash. jaw slackened, boothill kisses your jaw, nipping at some of the skin with his teeth. this drags down to your neck and shoulders.

"you can, dolly, come on. cum for me, pretty thing. i know you want to," with a heavy hand, he presses down onto your pelvis, making sure the vibrating on your clit goes as fast as it can, twirling the bud. splotches of white, hot light flash before your eyes as your entire body trembles for the umpteenth time.

"there 'ya go. you're so good for me, arent 'ya, cutie?" boothill chuckles against your cheek, kissing your lips. you groan, trying to move, but he readjusts you onto his lap. "you can't tap out on me, dolly. we still got hours before daylight. come on, ride me, baby~"

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marathon sex with boothill would go absolutely wild

he doesn’t need to stop for breaks. he doesn’t get achy or stiff. his tongue never gets tired. he just goes goes goes, chasing the next high. sure he’ll eventually need to stop once he literally needs to recharge. but his body is state of the art and can go for days on end without charging, well suited for chasing bounties and criminals.

but after awhile, steam will just pour from his vents. filling the room, the tent, whatever he’s fucking in. his fans will whirr to life, he’ll seem to grow bigger as they fan out to try and cool him down. there’ll be an absolutely feral look in his eyes as he billows out steam from his nose and mouth, a cocky smirk on his lips. there’s an unspoken challenge radiating from him at that moment, challenging your stamina and endurance. maybe he’ll snort and scoff at the sight of you, eyes wide and wild as he looks you up and down.

marathon sex isn’t necessarily about how fast boothill will break and collapse from exhaustion. no, it’s all about how quickly you’ll break and collapse from exhaustion. it’s all about seeing how far you’ll go for your own pleasure.

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Happiness is a Warm Gun - Boothill x f!Reader

word count: 1526 cw: nsfw- mdni; smut; sex with a cyborg; piv; multiple orgasms; gun play; restraints (tied to bed); punishment; missionary; overstimulation; size kink; begging; breeding kink; no protection used; talk of pregnancy; praise kink (reader referred to as "good girl"); female reader.

“Spread your legs a bit more for me.” His voice was sweet like honey as he coaxed your body into position. With your wrists tied to the bedposts, you were useless in helping him. 

A cold, metallic hand roughly pried your thighs apart. Weak from his ongoing punishment, your legs easily bent to his will, granting him easier access to his treasure. In his hand was his gun, replacing the dildo he used earlier.

“I knew you could do it,” he praised, a devilish grin on his face as he watched you flinch from the cold metal of the gun as he teased your entrance with just the tip.

You struggled against your restraints as he began to push the barrel of the gun inside you. “Don't worry, darling,” he reassured, his robotic hand cupping your cheek. “It's not loaded,” a sadistic smile spread on his lips as he gazed at your pussy, slowly swallowing the entire barrel of the gun. 

“I think,” he added, withdrawing the gun slowly, then slamming it back inside you. Plump lips parted, allowing soft, little moans to escape your throat each time he shoved the gun inside you. A thrill ran down your spine, your body squirming with adrenaline, the dangers of being fucked by Boothill a turn-on by now. Sex with him was never vanilla – but how vanilla could you really get when you were fucking a machine. 

You glanced down, now two sets of eyes focused on how well your pussy was taking the gun's barrel. You watched, mesmerized, as Boothill slowly dragged the gun from your folds, its metallic barrel glistening with your juices, and then shoved it back inside you as hard as he could. Incoherent moans slipped from your lips as he began to ram the gun inside your already abused hole, the lewd, squelching sounds of sex filling the air. 

The pleasure inside your core began to build and radiate. From a tiny bud, it had grown and was ready to blossom and spread itself throughout your body. 

You were so close, almost there. And then –

it was ripped away, as if he knew how close you were. He stopped completely, leaving the gun buried inside your pussy. Your walls clenched, needy, squeezing the metal rod as you warmed the gun within your tight walls as if it was Boothill's cock.  

“Please,” you begged when it became too much, and your body needed its release. Tears rolled down your cheeks that were promptly wiped away by metallic fingertips. “No more,” you begged, your voice a sad pathetic whimper, almost unfamiliar to your ears.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look now? Tears running down your cheeks, your hair a mess, your plush lips love bruised. You're a beautiful, pathetic mess. And I want to prolong this. Enjoy this fully. This is your punishment, but it's also my reward.” He dragged the gun out until just the tip remained inside. “Maybe you'll remember this next time you disobey me.” He rammed the gun roughly, a loud cry ripped from your throat as he buried it deep inside your cunt.

“There won't be a next time, will there?” Boothill asked, his tone stern as he placed his large, robotic hand as gently as he could on your torso, right where the outline of the gun created a bulge in your belly. Your scream was trapped in your throat, wanting to be heard, when he pushed down on your torso, the pressure pleasurably painful on your core. “Look how deep I am,” he marveled, forgetting momentarily the question he asked of you, proud of how well you took his gun. “I bet you wish this was me now, filling you. Breeding you with my seed” He watched your reaction; when he noticed your breathing got heavier and your hips bucked up to meet his hand holding the gun deep inside, he increased his pace, sending your body closer the edge knowing exact what was running through your head. With your climax near, he slid the toy in and out of your soaked slit, alternating between slow and fast, the squelching sounds loud in the otherwise quiet room.

“I'm not done teaching you your lesson,” he scolded, a sharp return to reality as he shoved the toy back inside you so rough the air in your lungs was forcibly pushed out in a loud gasp.

“When I ask you a question, you answer it, got it? Or did you already forget what led to your punishment already?” He continued to fuck you relentlessly with the gun, your pussy sore from his merciless movements.

Your body was weak, searching for a release that may never come, unable to speak even a single sound.

He continued to fuck your harder and harder, your lack of an answer spurring him on to go harder and faster. Pleasure was morphing into pain until the two were indistinguishable as he pinched your clit, an evil grin spread on his lips, enjoying watching your writhe and squirm, your body helpless and completely under his control. 

“I asked you a question,” he reminded, his thrusts now erratic. “It won't happen again. Right?”

He pinched your nipples hard, so hard you yelped in pain, your fingers tugging uselessly against your restraints . Your sounds blended together into one long string of incoherent moans as your breasts bounced vigorously with each hard thrust.

“We will be here ‘till you learn your lesson.” He slowed his pace, teasing you, edging you. Denying you your needy release. Knowing he could keep this up all night, while you couldn’t certainly put you at a disadvantage.

“You're a cruel man,” you managed to spit out as he dragged the tip of the gun along your slit.

“Oh, so you can speak,” he laughed sardonically as he pushed the gun back inside, your body ready to give out from the never ending assault. 

When it became too much, you begged him to stop. You pleaded. You cried. Anything to just make this torment end.

“I know you can come for me one more time. Just one more. Please?”

You felt so dirty naughty as you laid there, wrists tied to the bed, a gun shoved deep inside your pussy, shamefully accepting the brunt of your punishment.

You gave him what he wanted in exchange for what you wanted.

“No, I won't disobey you. Ever again.” He leaned down, your heads so close your foreheads to touch. And he kissed you as if he was sealing your promise, stealing you every breath, as he pushed the gun inside you, fucking you just right to send you finally over edge.

“That's my good girl,” he praised as you creamed all over the gun, having lost count how many times he brought you to climax that day.

He removed the gun by yanking its grip; your juices coating the already shiny metal, dripping down the barrel of the gun.

You felt yourself drifting, blissfully into the darkness, your body filled with an immense pleasure that brought you greater happiness.

A cold hand slapped your cheek, so hard your skin stung. Too cockdrunk to react, you simply opened your eyes, gazing into his, your burning desire reflected in his.

“Not yet,” he demanded. “Your punishment is not over yet.” His hips rocked against yours, thrusting his cock – that was larger than any toy that had been in your cunt today – into your stretched pussy in one hard thrust, rewarding him with a symphony of moans and sighs for his brutality. 

“Still so tight,” he grunted as he bottomed out. He gazed down to where your bodies were joined; there was something so deeply erotic that it was rapturous to see your bodies become one.

He wasted no time, not waiting for you to adjust to his large size before pounding your pussy.

“...so tight, ahhhh…. you feel so good. I think you have a few more left in you,” he chanted, his balls smacking your ass with each thrust, disregarding his earlier promise to you. “I know you do.”

His thrusts were brutal, bullying your sore pussy until the pleasure was laced with pain.

You screamed out his name, over and over, his name the only word on your lips, spurring him on to only fuck you harder. “Ya like that, don't ya. Such a naughty girl.” His words were like poison as he mercilessly slammed into you, rearranging your insides. 

Unable to speak, your walls clamped onto the metal cock drilling into you like you were a machine. His cyborg body, more metal than human now, showed no signs of relenting.

Ready to succumb to the painful pleasure inflicted upon your body, your eyes began to drift closed, searching for the darkness, needing a reprieve, even a temporary one. 

A cold hand stroked your cheek gently, its metallic fingers wrapping around your neck, thumb applying just enough pressure to your pulse point to submerge you into unconsciousness. 

“That’s it, princess. Rest now,” he said as you came on his cock, “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

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save a horse, ride a cowboy ! ft. boothill

nsfw. you are tasked with the job of investigating a man named boothill who has attracted the attention of the ipc, little did you know, you'd fall for his charms and be caught under his teeth just like those bullets he shot at you a few moments ago

a/n: CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK YEOOOOOCH!!!!!!!!!!!! i need him so bad it's actually driving me insane. he's all ive been to think about for the past few days

there's no way this is happening right now. you dash down the constracution zone of the city, trying to evade your target. he shoots one bullet at you, barely missing your head. you yelp, your lungs begging for air.

you turn the corner, begging and praying you've finally lost the man. just as you press your back to a wall, an arm slams down beside you

"found ya," he snickers. caught red handed, boothill corners you into an alleyway. he towers over you, the sound of his mechanic limbs slightly squeak, causing you to flinch. his hat covers his eyes, but his sly smirk perfectly teases those razor-sharp teeth of his.

"what do we have here?" boothill leans down, his arms caging you into the corner. under him, you feel so small. his large chest plate covering your entire field of vision. he's so close to you that he can practically feel the anxiety vibrating off your body.

"please don't hurt me! i'm sorry, sir please!!" there's saliva pooling under your tongue as you try your hardest to stammer out an excuse. you're not even an ipc executive-- your just some lowlife who is in debt to them.

"wanna tell me why you're following me all the way out here, dollface? saw you at the entrance of the hotel." his metal thumb making contact with your bitten lower lip. the cold has you trembling under him, fearful for your life. "y'er not that good at tailing," the galaxy ranger chuckles.

"i'm not tailing you, sir. please, i'm sorry," your voice is so low, so timid. you were such a curious little thing when you were tailing him. the contrast has boothill chuckling. he hums, rubbing his thumb across your soft lips.

"we both know that's not the truth, so let's try that again. why's a pretty gem like you tailing a man like me?" his lips curl into a sadistic smile. a shiver crawls up your spine at his expression. there truly is no way of getting out of this, is there?

"i was sent by the ipc...please don't hurt me!" you try your best to squirm in his hold, but boothill's leg between yours keeps your pelvis in place. he lets out a whistle,

"is that so? how sad. what're you look to find?" his thumb does an especially rough drag on your lip, before gently soothing the skin. you wince, eyes screwed shut.

"they want to know why you're here, sir. i'm just an informant, please?" he laughs again before pulling away from you. boothill's fingers are quick to wrap around your wrist as he tugs you along with him.

"mm...well in that case, i'll send you back to the ipc with a little message. how does that sound?" he looks over his shoulder at you, pitying your pathetic expression.

you dumbly nod as the anxiety in your stomach has reached an all time high, sensing this, boothill speaks,

"don't worry, i don't hurt pretty things like you. it'll be quick, yeah?"

he's rough, almost addicting. the pleasure you're receiving from boothill is almost mind numbing. your thighs are thrown around his hips while his cold hands are digging into your hips. he raises your body up his cock before slamming you back down onto him. your jaw is slacked, voice unable to let out a scream.

"poor thing~" he coos, watching the way your brows furrow in ecstasy. he can feel your hips twitching and cunt clenching around him. his head is laid back on the bed with a hand presses against your lower back.

"atta girl, you got it. come on, baby." boothill finds your struggle amusing. you can barely register his voice, not when his thumb is vibrating against your clit and your nipples are so stiff. he leans himself up a bit, swirling the tip of his tongue against your stiffed peaks.

you mangle out a squeal, fingers scratching against boothill armored shoulders. with your head thrown back, you manage to circle your hips around his cock as he bounces you up and down. a series of curses fall from your mouth when boothill bites down on your nipple. the pain mixed with so many different types of stimulation creates pools of tears in your eyes.

"let go, sweetheart." boothill laughs with his pink tongue peaking out from his lips. the knot in your stomach is so overwhelming and your vision is so blurred. the dizzying feeling finally reaches it climax as you clench around boothill for the umpteenth time and gush around his cock. you cum so hard, your body physically jerks, falling flat against him.

as you come down from your high, boothill smoothes his hand over your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"good girl~ make sure to tell your folks about this, alright? and tell 'em i'll be coming to find 'em too," you don't exactly listen to his words, but when you're sipping on a bottle of soda while walking back to your hotel room, you think that boothill may not have been joking...

fuck, there goes your commission check.

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ONE FOR THE ROAD!

call transcript; “if you’re sure you’re dreaming, then how come it feels more real than it should?”

cw; f!reader, NSFW (mdni) !! dream (?) sex, p -> v, riding, biting, cyborg dick, light praise kink, boothill’s got a lotta nicknames for you, not proofread, this was born from a brainrot created by the multiple boothill edits i don’t apologize, fic below the cut, 1k words

“you’re not even gonna look at me, darlin’?”

a sharp gasp leaves your lips, goosebumps rising on your skin when cold metal thumbs at your clit. something sharp nips at your collarbone, your whine drawing a hearty chuckle.

“c’mon,” boothill purrs against your neck, sharp teeth grazing against your skin. a whine rips from your throat, eyes squeezed shut as your cunt flutters around his metal cock. “won’t you open those pretty eyes f’me?”

his lips press against your jaw, trailing kisses up to your cheek as he fucks into you. he gently nips at the fat of your cheek, your eyes slowly opening to peek at him.

“there we go.” your face burns at the tenderness to his tone, a soft whimper leaving your lips when he slows down a little. “ain’t that better, doll?”

you dumbly nod, soft pants and moans escaping your lips whenever the tip of his cock kisses that spongy spot in your cunt. a loud cry rips from your throat, your back arching off the plush couch and your head lolling to the side when he adjusts the angle of his hips, fucking his dick deeper into you.

has the dreamscape ever felt this realistic for you before? surely not, you think. but there’s no other explanation for it—boothill hadn’t even come to penacony with you, so it must be a dream.

“your pussy’s chokin’ me here, darlin’,” he hisses, a low chuckle leaving his lips, “you really missed me this much?”

it has to be a dream—that’s the only reason why he spreads your legs just a little further before lifting one of them up onto his shoulder, drawing a soft whimper from you at the stretch.

a shiver runs down your spine when his hands run up your waist, cooling your body just a hint from the heat it radiates. your lips part with a moan, back arching as his dick drags against your walls. boothill rasps your name, his fingers icy against your skin as he turns your head to look at him.

when you meet his eyes a toothy grin grows on his face, the sight too boyish for the way he’s bullying his cock into your pussy. his hand moves to thumb at your lips, red eyes giving you a once-over before zoning in on the way you clench around his dick.

“it’s like you’re tryna break me,” boothill drawls, thumbing at your clit again and groaning when more slick gushes out of you. “‘s that what you want? to break me apart so you can keep a part of me w’you?”

“i want—” a strained whine leaves your lips, “—i wan’ you here, boothill.”

“i am here, darlin’.”

you frown, softly groaning when he chuckles at your reaction before unhooking your leg from his shoulder. “‘m serious,” you mumble, your eyes half-lidded. boothill dips his head to kiss the corner of your lips, his thrusts slowing down as he wraps your arms around his neck. “you should be here. w’me.”

there’s a beat of silence before he chuckles again, his voice amused when he says, “i know, doll.” you whimper when his hands grip the back of your thighs, goosebumps rising on your skin at the icy touch as he picks you up just enough so he can sit on the couch before settling you on his lap.

a moan rips from your throat when his hand glides up to the small of your back, pushing you into an arch so your chest presses against his own. he nips at your neck as his hands move to your hips, barely giving you a second of respite before he’s guiding you along the length of his cock.

“i’ll c'mere soon enough,” he drawls, pulling at your hair to expose more of your neck. you shudder when his teeth lightly dig into your sensitive skin, your walls clamping around him and drawing a hiss from his lips. “‘m gonna keep you company, pretty.”

his hips rock up into your own, his fingers digging into your skin as he helps you match his pace. “‘m not lettin’ you leave this room when i get here, darlin’—not for a second.”

a low chuckle leaves his lips when you cry out, your warmth fluttering around his dick. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he coos, relishing the sounds of your skin slapping against his own. “it’ll be your reward for bein’ so good while i wasn’t here. how’s that sound?”

the mere thought makes you whine, your eyes barely open as you dumbly nod at his words.

“that’s my good girl,” boothill purrs, capturing your lips in a kiss as he picks the pace of his thrusts. you whimper at the feeling of his fingers digging deeper into your skin, heart thumping in your chest as he drags you along his cock.

his name leaves your lips in a soft cry, the coil in your stomach threatening to snap.

“i got you,” he pants, pressing a quick peck on your lips as he rubs at the small of your back in encouragement. “cum f’me, doll. i’ve got you.”

stars explode behind your eyes, your orgasm hitting you in a way that shouldn’t even be possible in a dream. you tremble in his arms, your body warm against the icy metal of his own. his hands make you ride him through your orgasm, slow and steady.

boothill’s lips press against your shoulder, right above a bite mark he’d left before. your mind feels muddled as he trails kisses up to your lips, gently nipping at the soft flesh. there’s a flutter in your chest when he pulls back, a toothy grin stretching his lips as he brushes your hair back.

“think you can gimme one more, darlin’?”

you whimper at the request, drawing a low chuckle from him. “jus’ one more,” he purrs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “for the road,” he adds, his voice a soft rasp. “what d’you say, pretty? one more. f’me.”

you’re dreaming—you’re sure of it. that’s the only reason why you nod at his request, your body melting against his own when he starts fucking up into you again. it’s the only reason why you mindlessly babble broken syllables of his name while he coos and praises you for taking him so well. his teeth sink into your skin, right above your collarbone.

you’re certain you’re dreaming. but, aeons, the way he bites at you hurts far more than it should for a dream.

[a-honey-bee-love]

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?”

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[a-honey-bee-love]

🔞 MDNI | Boothill x Fem!Reader (blurb AU) 🔞

TW: sex in a barn, slight choking, love bites, prosthetic limbs, slight overstimulation, licking, creampie.

Edit: This got way more attention than I honestly thought it would. So, if it hits 2k, I'll make part two. 😉 Or! Perhaps a full fic of this blurb?

Things weren't supposed to end like this, but you couldn't be blamed. A handsome stranger paid your esteemed ranch a visit, hoping to get one of your finest Thoroughbreds, only to end up with something far better.

One hand firmly gripped the fat of your hip, the metallic fingers digging slightly into your skin while the other was wrapped around your throat, tilting your head back just enough for him to kiss along the side of it. Your thighs trembled with the way his thick cock bullied your slick cunt, dragging yet another moan from your pretty lips.

Boothill's lips curled into a slight smirk at the sound before letting his tongue slide up your neck. It was hot and wet, and your hands gripped the stall door, causing the wood to chip ever so gently with the way your nails dug into it. "Dirty girl," he teased. His chest pressed against your back a bit more as his hips smacked into the back of yours harshly, his pace remaining merciless. "I came for a stallion, not a broodmare." The hand around your throat squeezed a little harder, causing you to let out a pitiful whine. "But I can make a new deal."

You already knew what the new deal was, but you remained silent, too focused on the pleasure that coursed through your veins with each thrust of his meaty cock. He filled your gummy walls, shaping your pussy all for himself as he brought you orgasm after orgasm. It had been a while since you had a good fuck, and with a customer of all people. Still, you had to hand it to him. Boothill had the stamina of a Thoroughbred, plowing into you repeatedly without so much as a break, and he hadn't even come yet.

Your head lolled to the side, allowing him another chance at kissing your neck, though he soon bit down on the soft flesh, causing you to moan at the sudden feeling. One final thrust had your body up against the stable door, pinned as he finally came, painting your walls in thick, white ropes of his cum. The hand gripping your neck only tightened, yet he made sure to at least let you breathe.

Boothill kept your body pinned against the stable door as he panted hard, his breath hitting the back of your neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to the nape. "Fuck," he breathed out, "haven't had this good a time in a while." His hand on your hip loosened as his metallic thumb rubbed gentle circles against your soft skin. "Now," he chuckled, "how 'bout we discuss the new deal?"