BOOTHILL COWBOY BUSINESS

BOOTHILL — COWBOY BUSINESS

This is a big deal, cowboy. Of course, it'll be dangerous. ... Dangerous? Well, fudge. Dangerous for who!? Bring it on, baby!

Whoever was the first person to think 'Hm, Boothill should definitely have a golden tooth', I owe them my life because now I literally cannot imagine him without one. Like, it's almost a physical reaction, it just feels right to see Boothill having a golden canine tooth in my mind's eye, see it shining in his cocky grin... or him deliberately biting the bullet in half with it... He's so endearing.

Just imagine...

...getting fucked by all your favourite men, one by one. They take their time with you, savouring the pleasure of your tight heat and your quiet whimpers – and the fact that you cannot see them.

Blindfolded, tied up, absolutely helpless you can do nothing but throw yourself at their mercy as they take and take and take. However, there is a catch. Of course, there is a catch.

Little one, can you tell which one is which? Can you name him when he enters you? When you cannot see him, cannot hear his voice, cannot feel the touch of his skin, of his breath, of his hair, of his anything – but his dick inside of you?

You have to tell though. Utter a name between sobs and hiccups. Are you trying your luck? Or do you actually know it? 

If your guess is correct, you get a reward. If your guess is correct, he will kiss you. Take care of you. Whisper in your ear how proud he is of you. Oh, what a good girl you are for him. If your guess is correct, you will have the permission to come with him.

But If your guess (how unfortunately, how truly unluckily for poor little you) is wrong... well then. Good luck coming on the next dick, sweetheart.

(Oh, but trust me, in the end they will fuck you so good, so thoroughly and so great, gods, they will fuck you so much, you will be able to tell them apart just by the tip of their cocks. They will make sure of that).

TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN

wriothesley x sub!fem!reader. nsfw content. 1 degrading name [whore]. rough sex at first. unprotected p -> v. r uses the safe word. fluff. mean wrio but den he's really nicey. petnames [baby/baby girl, honey, pretty baby].

"wrio— ! wrio PLEASE !" you cried out. not in pleasure, but in pain. none of it felt good anymore. your whole body hurt. your throat hurt from your cries, your cheek hurt from being pressed into the pillow, wriothesley's hand holding it down. and your back hurt from the way it was arched, with your bum in the air. his cock felt like it was tearing you in half. barely getting any prep of foreplay before this all started.

"hmm, how come ? can the baby not take it anymore ?" his voice was mocking, lips right next to your ear. so close you could feel his breath brushing against your earlobe. "you were begging for daddy earlier."

that wasn't necessarily a lie. you were the one who had brought up the idea of wriothesley being rougher than he usually was. having seen in a few video clips you had watched to entertain yourself while wriothesley was in his office. it seemed so enjoyable when you were watching it. but you were learning now that you were far too sensitive to actually experience it.

"you were begging for it. begging for daddy's cock like a stupid little whore" his words hurt more than his actions. striking you straight in the heart, feeling like you were being stabbed with something sharp.

"i-i can't ! i can't take no more !" fat tears ran down your face, staining your cheeks and dripping off your chin. "red !! red, wrio red !!"

the second you cried out the safe word, wriothesley's movements and words stopped. taking not even a second before pulling out. the sudden emptiness was welcome, like you could finally breathe again.

it was like a switch flipped in wriothesley, which suddenly reminded you that none of what he was doing was with the intention to hurt you. you felt bad for a moment, for using your safe word. but the sweet and worried look in wriothesley's eyes as he helped you to your back, and cupped your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with rough thumbs made it melt away. he wasn't upset that you used it.

"oh baby. my baby, what happened ? are you okay ?" he asked, his voice dripping with worry and concern for you. "are you hurt ? tell me what happened, baby girl"

you chewed on your lip, eyes gazed down towards the silky sheets you were wringing in your hands. "i just... didn't like it like i thought i would" you mumbled.

"oh babbbyyy" he cooed, reaching out and scooping you up in his arms. "my sweet little baby. i'm so sorry"

you shook your head, instinctually curling up against him as he held you. "no, it wasn't you" you said, voice quiet and eyes heavy, exhaustion finally catching up to you. "i just didn't like it. seemed better than it actually was is all…"

wriothesley peppered kisses all over your cheeks and forehead, "i'm so proud of you baby" he whispered against the sweaty skin of your temple.

you looked up at him, brows creased in confusion and curiosity "proud of me ?" you asked

he nodded, smiling down at you with such sincerity it made your heart flutter. "of course i am baby, usin' your safe word ? that's huge, honey." he slid you off of his lap, getting off the bed and pulling his underwear back on. brushing the hair from your face, he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. "i'll go draw you a bath, okay baby girl ? nice and warm, with those lavender bubbles you like. does that sound good pretty baby ?"

you rose off the bed, holding yourself on your knees. you reached out to him, fingertips grazing against the muscles of his chest, before falling back onto your lap. "actually... can we just cuddle" you asked him.

wriothesley smiled, crawling back onto the bed and pulling you close to him once more, head resting on his chest. "of course baby. whatever you want. you're my little princess after all"

you grinned at his statement. he certainly made you feel like a princess. "you haven't told me about your day yet" you said

"baby i don't wanna think about work." he responded with a light scoff, before tilting his head to give you yet another soft kiss "you're the only thing i want to pay attention to right now"

Stuck!

fireman! wriothesley and fireman! diluc x fem reader

your poor rabbit gets stuck and the men who rescued her get quite the thank you in exchange, inspired by this fanart that made me spiral

warnings: fem reader, threesome!, readers hair is described (pushed back behind ear, etc), double penetration, full nelson, spit, praise, heavy implication of subspace, squirting, double creampie, soft aftercare, self indulgent surprise at the end hehe :3c, not beta’d or edited

you don’t quite understand how you ended up in such a position, but you can’t say you’re complaining, especially not when you feel so full and drool is falling from your babbling lips.

only a mere couple of hours ago, your sweet bunny rabbit had gotten a little too excited while playing in your small backyard. a wire fence lined the area and you regularly took your pet out to get some fresh air and stretch her little legs. she tan and hopped as bunnies do, only when you weren’t looking for only a moment, she caught herself in the fence.

you bawled, trying to get her out to no avail and shakily calling the fire department for help. you received a small silence on their end when you told them your dilemma, but nevertheless the operator had promised to send out a few people to help free your pet. they rescue cats from trees, surely they can rescue a rabbit from a wire fence.

you weren’t even paying attention when the truck arrived at your house, only trying to calm your pet with gentle strokes to her face as she trembled. when suddenly, you heard a deep voice call out,

“miss? are you the one who called?” you blink up at the voice, your mouth going dry at the sight of not one, but two tall and incredibly handsome men staring down at you with calm expressions. they didn’t look bored or angry, the taller one with infuriatingly perfect messy black hair wore a friendly smile while the other - a redhead with his hair in a ponytail, stepped forward and knelt by your rabbit with genuine concern.

you nod, shuffling backwards in the grass, dirt staining your knees as they assess the situation, your rabbit flinches and when you sniffle, the one with darker hair pats you on the shoulder. you meet his icy blue gaze and your breath hitches when his smile widens.

“don’t worry, we’ll make sure she gets out without a scratch”

and that she did, now your little rabbit slumbering in her cage with no problems, the two men incredibly gentle and prescise with how they cut the wire fence and freed your pet.

as thanks, you invited them in for lemonade and cookies. and you were just so incredibly cute and sweet to the firefighters - who introduced themselves as Wriothesley and Diluc, watched you with rapt attention as you shuffled around your tiny kitchen in your little sundress. your smile is bright, kind, as you thanked them for coming out for something as small as saving your pet.

Wriothesley laughs softly as he bites into his cookie, the plate almost comically small in his large hand that was littered with scars,

“it’s no problem, it’s our job to help out wherever we can. this,” he holds up the cookie in his fingers, icy gaze flashing up and down your figure, “is a definite perk though.”

Diluc sets his glass of lemonade down, legs spread on your couch as he sits back with his arms crossed over his chest. his deep red eyes feel like a fire under your skin, though his gaze feels more on the sharper side, like a bird of prey, when compared to Wriothesley’s wolfish one.

“however we wouldn’t want to take advantage of your kindness, miss.”

your heart hammers, and something deep within your belly flutters hard.

“it’s not trouble at all, i just wish i could thank you more, somehow. my rabbit really is my little best friend” you laugh softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

a kiss from one man turns into two more from the other, your dainty hands sliding into the ruby locks while a broad hand slides across your tits, groping you over the fabric. you gasp into Diluc’s mouth as Wriothesley chuckles against your shoulder, yanking down the collar of your dress to flick your bare nipple. you arch, breaking the kiss with a gasp when Diluc nips your jaw.

“you’re so pretty sweetheart, and so sweet. that lemonade was perfect, right Diluc?” Wriothesley croons, hands now cupping under your tits to push together and squeeze. he wobbles them with a hum and leans over to lap at them with a broad tongue.

“very sweet, i agree.” Diluc murmurs against your neck, hot breath fanning across your skin that pebbles with goosebumps. his touch is searing, while Wriothesley’s hands hold a certain coolness to them, bringing your nipples to their peak and making them sensitive to each lick of his tongue.

“please, i…i n-need…” you squeak when Wriothesley pinches your nipple. Diluc leans back from you, removing his suspenders from his shoulders to slip his tight black shirt over his head. the muscle and scars of his torso that he reveals makes your clit pulse, and before you can simper he’s cupping your face and diving in for another kiss.

your mind has become so foggy at every salacious grope of your body between the two gentlemen, that you can only pant and watch as Wriothesley moves your cotton panties to the side while Diluc keeps your legs open. he cups his hands under your knees and squeezes as you wiggle in his lap, feeling his incredibly hard erection pressed against your back. Wriothesley swipes a thumb across your clit and you gasp, feeling Diluc’s sloppy kisses against the shell of your ear and side of your neck. Wriothesley’s fingers are thick and rough, and he touches you fervently, circling your pussy and dragging its tacky, creamy wetness down to your tighter hole. he leans forward and spits there, a long line of drool falling onto your hole and he spreads it around with a lascivious smile on his perfect lips,

“you wanna take both of us, angel?”

Wriothesley’s strength is mind boggling, but currently you can’t find yourself able to comment on it, only your head falls back against his broad shoulder while his biceps bulge as he holds you folded up in his arms. a full nelson, it’s called. your legs pitifully dangle over his elbows as your sweet sundress stays bunched in your middle, tits wobbling and tears bursting behind your pretty eyes. his cock was difficult to take, wickedly thick, the tip in your slicked asshole alone had your toes curling so hard they cramped. 

you squeal when he jostles you in his hold, keeping you folded up tight against his impossibly broad chest while your mouth waters at the sight of Diluc approaching you with his own thick cock in hand. he pumps it in his grasp, prominent knuckles wrapped around the fat shaft to press against your sodden pussy. you jerk with a cry, and Diluc shushes you softly, a thumb running along your drooling bottom lip to soothe you.

“ready?” Wriothesley grunts, his hands flex where he keeps your pinned to him.

“uh-huh!” you cry, nodding dumbly, eyes squeezing shut as Diluc pushes in. you yelp, thighs shaking as he enters you with a shuddering gasp, his hips move back out and your mind melts at the sight of your slick clinging to his shaft, gossamer strings of arousal stuck to his pubic hair. he moves in you again, just as Wriothesley begins to bounce you on his own cock.

you’re so full, their hips moving in tandem while you can only take it, the pleasure sticking to you like syrup smothered on pancakes. you’re floating as Wriothesley plunges himself deeper into your asshole, and Diluc holds onto your calves as leverage to fuck himself into your oozing pussy. your walls contract around them both, the trio of you moaning almost in unison. they want to hear you though, Wriothesley biting down onto your shoulder while you keen, he watches Diluc’s lip catch between his teeth at the sight of your pussy spread for him, clit throbbing and swollen for him to draw hearts on with his thumb.

“im! i cant!” you cry, delirium on your tongue at the coil in your belly that winds tight. you’re going to cum, and it’s going to be hard, you shake violently against Wriothesley, his cock carving up into your ass and bringing bliss that sends electricity into your bones.

“it’s alright, darling, you can let go.” Diluc calls, your ears are stuffy, you can barely hear him.

“make a mess for us sweetheart, we’ve got you.” Wriothesley promises you from behind, nosing at your neck. you’re so slippery with sweat and slick, you’re sure Wriothesley is hanging onto you by sheer willpower, hips snapping and fat balls swinging as Diluc does the very same in front of your unfocused eyes.

you curse, cumming so hard you think you’re passing out, it’s accompanied with the filthy sight of you squirting, liquid sprays and you wail, Wriothesley laughs softly, balls tightening and his peak reaching its height.

“fuck, gorgeous, so good.” he grunts, pressing his face into your shoulder as his rhythm falters.

“good girl….” Diluc rasps, sweaty strands of ruby hair falling across his face and stuck his shoulders, he licks his bottom lip and pushes into you at the hilt over and over while you wet his lower abdomen.

“inside!” you gasp, craning your neck weakly,

“want it all inside!”

the two men look at each other, knowing exactly what you mean. Diluc curses hoarsely and Wriothesley’s hands squeeze your already boneless body.

“as you wish, sweetheart.”

you cum again, when they both push in at the same time. Diluc groans, his voice ruddy with smoldering greed just as Wriothesley’s cock reaches inside you until he growls shakily against the sticky wet of your dewy skin. the sensation of hot, thick warmth that floods you along with their thick cocks stuffing you to the hilt only has you surrendering to white hot pleasure, you weep at your second orgasm, so overwhelmed that you swear your soul leaves your body and you can only watch as the two men fuck you full and their seed drips onto an already soaked floor beneath you.

you end up in your bed, while warm and wet towels are reverently wiped across your body, all you hear is praise, and the feel of endless delicate touches to your worn out figure. you think you fall asleep at some point - only feeling a pair of lips kiss your forehead and another pair kissing your cheek, you sleep dreamlessly, deeply and comfortably, and someone pulls your sheets up to your chin.

when you wake, Diluc and Wriothesley are still there, they both offer you a smile each in their own respective ways. Diluc leans forward and brushes your hair from your forehead while Wriothesley chuckles and hands you a glass of water. you sit up a little shakily still, and the black and grey haired man sits behind you as a pillar of comfort.

“you didn’t leave?” you ask softly, your heart thrumming like a little rabbit.

“oh no way sweetheart, we would never.” Wriothesley promises, kissing your temple as you lay against him. Diluc leans forward to kiss your lips and smiles softly when you grin. his hand falls onto your knee under the blanket to give you a reassuring squeeze.

“we do have to go to work soon though.” Diluc says, his eyes holding an apologetic glimmer to them. the two men have tasted heaven, and the last thing they want is to leave it.

you agree with a cute pout, deciding to invite them to dinner and they kiss both sides of your face as a promise to see you later. and when the two men show up that evening with flowers and a bottle of wine in hand - along with a third person, soft aquamarine eyes and silver hair, his expression cool but curious -

you know that it’ll be a feast for all. 

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