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32yo/POC/Gamer girl/Crybaby

[gothypastelcrybaby]

So...um...I haven't been on here for a long time!! So many things have changed! I had a stalker and got a personal "stay the fuck away from me" order so he cant com near me, I moved to a new city with my bestie, I started writing again...I dont know if anyone wants to read that or if im just...yapping into the void...but...yeah...also I have been into LADS which is...going tits up...by the way #freevalko

[lunamaedotjpeg]

I love his big ass tits

edit: full version on my patreon

[chocotist]

researcher valko dump

[sunnysartdump]

Valko in Traditional Chinese attire ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

[dreeychan]

https://x.com/96_mcha

[lancermylove]

When You Tell Him, "I Believe in You"

[hime-bee]

Some stress relief in between matches 💜

Won't you help Dae-ki out?

[wormontwostrings]

I luv dandadan

[lexiepaprika]

90s/early 2000s gyaru

[blossonmi]

angel baby 𓆩♡𓆪

[dollywons]

°❀⋆.♥︎࿔*:･ allergy ୨ৎ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 🎱˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

[cherryxblossxms]

🔞 Having thoughts about Minhyeok thanks to chapter 5........

[NSFW, minors DNI; fem reader, rough sex, mentions of oral (f and m receiving), fingering, dacryphilia, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms]

Pathetic Minhyeok, always mocked by the devils because he's the only one that hasn't gotten a taste of you yet. Even when he's providing you with human energy, it's still disconnected, carried by another vessel rather than how he'd prefer to give it, how he aches to fill you with it.

Pathetic Minhyeok who, when he finally has you in his bed underneath him, no devil to come between you and no attacking angels, can't wait to give you his energy the way he wanted to all along, and he's prepared to spend all night making up for it.

Pathetic Minhyeok who relishes in the surprise on your face when he first strips in front of you, proud of his physique for once when your eyes keep traveling between his chest and his aching dick, already leaking and colored an angry red at the tip. He doesn't miss the way you squirm and squeeze your thighs together, the way your pupils dilate and you're practically ready to drool.

Pathetic Minhyeok who takes his time memorizing the sight of your bare body, to fuel his future fantasies but also already planning in his head how he's going to make you melt for him, how he'll make you scream.

Pathetic Minhyeok who knows exactly what you want in bed, what you want to explore, thanks to all the porn you've watched on his computer. He's spent more hours than he can remember studying every detail, having it down to a science on what to do and how to do it.

Pathetic Minhyeok who's still nervous at first initiating this with you, crossing this boundary from childhood best friend to lover after pining for years. But the way you respond to his touches encourages him, makes his heart pump faster and his body light on fire.

Pathetic Minhyeok who doesn't miss the chance to explore your whole body, no crevice or curve left untouched by his fingers or his lips. He makes sure to spend his time truly finding and investigating every sensitive spot on your body, memorizing the way you twitch with a pinch to your nipples, or your pussy slicks up as he nibbles on your inner thighs.

Pathetic Minhyeok who feels like he's ready to cum when you first moan his name, as his face is buried between your thighs, lapping and sucking at your sensitive clit while he curls his fingers inside you. It's a struggle to stop humping the bed, his dick begging to be inside you already, but he refuses to do so until you've cum for him first.

Pathetic Minhyeok who feels a burst of confidence and pride when he feels your pussy squeeze around his fingers just barely five minutes in, who's captivated by how sensitive you are and the way you moan. Even if the devils had you first, he's the one that knows you best, knows exactly what you want.

Pathetic Minhyeok who struggles not to cum down your throat when you return the favor, your tongue teasing around his foreskin and tears in your eyes when you take him just a little too deep. Praises are tumbling from his lips as he fucks into your mouth, shivering when he feels the back of your throat and sees the tears sliding down your cheeks, fighting the urge to make you cry more.

Pathetic Minhyeok who's itching to mount you like a beast in rut, flipping you over onto your stomach as he straddles your hips, pulling your hips up to rut his length against you as he shoves your head into the pillows. He can hear a faint protest at his choice of position, saying you want to see his face, but not yet, he tells you. He wants to see you from every angle first.

Pathetic Minhyeok who wants to be slow and gentle during his first time with you, but the second he's inside your hot cunt, it's over for him. He starts slow to test the waters, but once he feels how well you fit him, like your cunt was made and waiting for him, he wastes no time in increasing the pace, filling the room with the sound of skin slapping skin.

Pathetic Minhyeok who's obsessed with the way your ass jiggles as he thrusts into you, who thinks your moans are like music to his ears. His hand comes down to slap a cheek almost automatically, drawing the most gorgeous cry from your lips. He loves the way your cunt squeezes him in response, and decides to give a few more slaps.

Pathetic Minhyeok fighting the urge to cum when he feels you suddenly squeeze tight around him, your orgasm blindsiding you as you shake beneath him, your body desperately trying to milk him in turn. He almost laments the fact your moans were muffled by the pillows, and that he can't see your face in its ecstasy, but knows a way to fix that.

Pathetic Minhyeok who stops and pulls out for a moment, relishing the needy cry of protest from you, before he flips you onto your back and wastes no time sliding back into your sensitive cunt. He makes sure to angle your hips up into his lap, getting him as deep as possible, almost painfully so, and this time he doesn't miss your reactions as he fucks you into his mattress.

Pathetic Minhyeok who knows you're overstimulated, that your sore pussy needs a break, but assures you he's almost there (at least for this round). It's hypnotizing the way your eyes roll back as his thumb finds your clit, toying with the nub as he pounds into you, balls aching to release. He's tired of only ever giving you himself through those little vials, but now, he can pump you full himself. Just the image of his cum leaking from your hole is enough to make him burst, slamming his hips a few times before seating himself deep inside you, leaving his seed no room to escape, and the feel of his hot cum sends you into another orgasm of your own.

Pathetic Minhyeok who stays deep inside you, rocking his hips as he softens inside, his thumb still playing with your clit as you try to squirm away. He can't miss the hearts in your eyes or the way your legs have wrapped around his hips, keeping him pressed against you. Where he may have had doubts before, he knows now that no matter how far away you go, you're sure to always remember his touch.

[k9wa]

⟁ TOUCH. ft BOOTHILL.

⠀ — yearning for sensations long forgotten behind cool steel and blue blood.

⠀ OR

⠀ — you two can get along every once in a while.

⚠︎ mechanic!reader, rev comfort, boothill is a bit of a yearner, can you guys just fucking kiss already. gn reader wc 1.5k.

“you’re less obnoxious than usual,”

your voice snaps boothill out of his daze, eyes blinking quickly as he re-registers your hands in his torso messing with a few wires.

“you sick or something?”

the cyborg keeps his gaze down, watching the careful and precise movements of your hands, actions long practiced and refined. 

it's a little surprising when a flirt or some quick quip doesn't follow your comment— only a small huff of air through his nose as boothill leans further back onto his palms.

“nah. i'm fit as a fiddle.”

you spare a glance up, right eyebrow raising just a tad. you don’t believe him, and boothill’s too clocked out to notice your distrust.

though you don’t comment– not until the cavity in his stomach is closed up and all his pieces are back in place.

“that should be better,” you wipe the oil off your hands with an old rag hung from one of your belt loops. “how's that scratch healing up?”

boothill again is pulled from his thoughts by your voice, cybernetic hand subconsciously moving to the mostly scabbed and healed over cut on his jaw— the one you patched and gave him an earful for getting in the first place.

“‘s fine,” he runs his fingers over it as if he could feel the roughened skin. they linger over it just a little too long. “barely there anymore. we all done here?”

it's another comment that leaves you with a weird feeling in your gut— he always hung around, dragged out his repairs longer than they needed to take just to spend more time with you. to mess with you, ruffle your feathers while you pretend you don’t know exactly what he’s doing. it's almost disappointing when he expresses his eagerness to leave. not to mention the lack of his usual vibrato or high energy is a tad unsettling.

he tries to sit up from your work bench, but your palm against his chest pushes him carefully back down and keeps him seated. unbeknownst to you, boothill actively chokes down the simultaneous urges to swat your hand away and clutch onto it. did you know how insane your touch that he couldn’t even feel was driving him? did you know that he’d had his teeth grit since stepping one boot into your shop— the shop that he was only able to enter after giving himself a firm slap to his own forehead?

“what's with you?”

you folded your arms over your chest, eyes focussed calculatingly on the cowboy sitting in front of you. though the brim of his hat covers a good portion of his face, and his head doesn’t seem too keen on lifting. 

“what’s that s’posed t’mean?'' boothill doesn’t bother looking up, as expected.

“you look like a kicked dog.” 

boothill scoffs. “ain’t no sugar coatin’ it with you, is there?” 

“cmon,” you sigh, unfolding your arms to place them down on your table, caging either side of the cyborg’s hips. you give a slight lean forward as you put your weight down on them, and once more boothill’s caught between pushing you away or grabbing your shirt and pulling you closer. 

“talk to me, it’s weird seeing you all quiet.”

“ain’t you the one always tellin’ me to shut up?”

“boothill.”

he tilted his head back with a quiet groan, steel thumb rubbing at one of his temples. it's embarrassing, really, what he’s so hung up about. 

his thoughts drift to your hands on either side of him, that although calloused and stained with oil you’ll never be able to quite fully get out from under your fingernails, are still soft. human. not exactly delicate but not…clunky. or heavy.

he’s never really been one for vulnerability. where would he even begin? he’d hardened his interior to match the abrupt loss of his fleshy exterior. he didn’t feel he had a choice to do otherwise. now he’s left with the hyper awareness of just how bulky and inelegant he is— it’s not who he was before, not what he had. it never will be. 

“…just missin’ the way i used to be, i s’pose. i dunno.”

his eyes still dodge yours, pulling the brim of his hat down to block out your face from his peripherals. 

“just…forgettin’ things. how things feel against my fingers ‘n whatnot.” his words are half murmured, hesitant behind his lips.

if boothill had a stomach, it would have tightened and churned at your lack of a response. now he just feels silly, like you’re about to laugh in his face for the little bit of himself he’d just bared to you.

“not that i’m moppin’ about it or nothin’,” he quickly tries to save with a clear of his throat. “i mean, this ol’ hunk’a metal come in handy now and again, don’t it?” boothill straightens up a little bit, voice evening out. 

he’s still waiting for you to say something. literally anything— to give a half assed acknowledgement and let him go or call him an idiot. he eagerly awaits for you to just get either over with.

but rather than option a, or b, or even c to z, what he receives is your hand on his cheek, guiding his head to look back forward at you. 

…huh?

he feels frozen. your hand is so warm, it’s making his head feel fuzzy. it’s different than the occasional touch to his face from you, one to tilt his head up so you can see his neck or a lift of his eyelid to check on his eye.

it stays in place, long enough to make the area of his face you’re touching begin to warm as well. his eyes are locked with yours now, slightly wide and filled with uncertainty. he silently prays his cheeks aren’t blue.

“you can still feel here, right?” your question is so…innocent. it’s as if it’s the most simple thing in the world. your thumb slowly smoothing over his cheekbone is enough to make him feel utterly weak.

“…yeah. yeah, i can.”

he’s daring enough to put his hand overtop yours, keeping it in place. you smile slightly at that— not a teasing grin like usual, but a genuine one.

“you know,” your other hand brushes his bangs out of his eyes. boothill’s never been touched like this before, like he’s fragile.

“you don’t have to hide stuff from me.” right now, your voice is the most comforting thing he’s ever heard. he's blanking– you’re the only thing filling his senses. the smell of oil mixed with your body wash, the way you look at him as you speak, every part of it is so…grounding. it’s almost foreign, a sensation long forgotten behind layers of metal and code.

“i ain’t hiding things from ya, sugar plum.”

“quit it with that, okay?” 

your brows furrow lightly as you lean dangerously close. boothill can feel your slow, calm breaths fanning his upper lip. he resists the urge to gulp.

“i know you. probably more than you think.” you tilt the brim of his hat up gently, keeping it out of the way. it’s true, no one’s ever seen him in the ways that you have. comfortable, a little smitten, on and off malfunctioning.

“i don’t like seeing you upset,” boothill’s circuits stutter once your forehead rested against his. “so just talk to me next time.”

it’s not a request, but it’s not a demand either. perhaps “invitation” is a more fitting term.

“can we…” boothill clears his throat softly again, fingers lightly tightening around your hand. “do you reckon we can stay like this for a lil’ while then?” 

you nod.

“okay.”

you pull him a little closer, enough to place your cheek against his and give it a gentle nuzzle.

you’re warm. you’re soft. you smell good, feel good. he doesn’t want to let go.

one of boothill's arms snakes carefully around your waist, and slowly your chest is pulled flush against his while you’re stood between his legs. his face finds itself comfortably hidden in the crook of your neck, all while your thumb gently tracing the shell of his ear is enough to have him purring like a cat.

“you feel nice,” boothill says quietly, voice a bit rough. the rasp is endearing as always. “real nice, sugar.”

neither of you are sure how long you stay there, nor does boothill know when his hand began clutching your shirt as if he was afraid you would pull away. but the gentle whirl and hum of his internals are oddly soothing– like a built in white noise machine that puts your mind at ease.

boothill could have sat there forever, really. nudging his nose against the smooth skin of your neck and gripping tightly at what little physical feeling he had left.

you silently ponder kissing his temple, boothill silently ponders kissing your cheek. neither of you act.

“thank ya.” boothill's voice is nothing above a whisper. “been a while since…y’know.” 

you nod slowly, fingers idly twirling a piece of hair that hangs over his ear.

“you’re sweet when you wanna be.” you can’t help but tease him just a little.

“cmon now, i’m always sweet for you, ain’t i?” and he can’t help but throw a flirt back.

⠀ MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?

[hime-bee]

...The audacity of this man to decline me trying to switch with him, ONLY TO DROP THE PLUSHIE 💀💀 RAFAYEL--

[gothypastelcrybaby]

Give him a break poor thing needs training wheels to ride a bike

[xiao-come-home]

Yes. MORE pre-release Boothill because this man can't let go of me. Some of those hc might be late to the party but I was too slow forgive me 🙏

Boothill loves to kabedon you, especially if someone's trying to hit on you, to get your attention back. YOU, out of all people, they had to choose you - while he was right there. He wastes no time before pins you against the wall, the sound of crushing concrete catching you off guard when his arm hit the building, and finally turning your face at Boothill, whose own face was mere inches away.

If he feels a bit more unhinged that day, he kabedons you with his leg. Also, he might attempt to kick the person next to you in the process. He does like to do it when you aren't expecting him, so it gives Boothill yet another chance to steal a kiss from you.

Boothill finds himself biting his lower lip and not so gracefully staring at you when you wear a sundress, skirt, or - aeons forbid - a mini skirt. He swears something flips in his head like a switch, and suddenly he can't get his arms off of you.

"Someone's lookin' real pretty today, hmm?" The cyborg's hands massage your hips as he tilts his head to the side slightly, "or is it on purpose, to me all hot n'bothered, sweetheart?"

Now, you might find yourself in a situation, where Boothill wants to kiss you in public, but you're too shy - fear not! The cyborg cowboy will cover your kiss with his hat - he takes his hat off as he leans down to finally feel the supple skin of your lips on his, the other hand cupping your cheek; as the people pass by, only some bother to notice anything happening, sparing you a single glance.

Well it's all good until you remember there might be people on the other side, and Boothill has only one hat...

[girlcherrys]

Black gyaru

[youre-dreaming-302]