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porcalinecunt · 19 days

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im actually in love with this <33

𑣲 RILE HIM UP ! ft BOOTHILL.

⠀ — your least favourite cyborg is brought back to you a mangled mess.

⠀ OR

⠀ — being boothill’s mechanic when you lowkey can’t stand each other.

⚠︎ sweet sweet tension, a little suggestive towards the end, gn reader (no referring pronouns), can they fuck already, this was ib by his lightcone, wc 1.9k

boothill's eyes flickered to life, emitting a faint glow of red as his systems began to reboot.

a pair of familiar red pupils met yours, two crosshairs fading into sight as boothill regained his sight and— to your dismay— consciousness.

as the cyborg regained his motion he attempted a step forward, only to realise he didn’t have the feet or legs to do so. the only thing keeping him powered on were some metal claws screwed into his back and a few loose cables connecting to your terminals.

“sugar plum,” boothill's scruffy voice cut through the silence. “do y'care to explain where my legs might’a run off to?”

you actually cocked an eyebrow. how the hell were you supposed to know? boothill was brought back to you in a mess of scraps and wiring— the damn hunk of metal was lucky you made him as blast proof as possible and he was left salvageable.

“care to tell me how the hell you got this roughed up?”

you asked in turn, crouching down to look at the detached and ruined internals of boothill's torso where the stand-in wires were connected. you ran a finger carefully along the edge of his shredded metallic stomach.

“guess i didn't make you as smart as i thought. time for a newer model, maybe?”

boothill's eyes flickered down to his missing lower half, then to your hand that was more or less caressing him. it was amazing how much annoyance they could show in all their artificial glory.

“look who’s talkin.” the cowboy grumbled, pointy fangs poking out in an irritated grin.

“how ‘bout, ‘gee, boothill! i’m real glad y’ain’t get blown to smithereens beyond repair!’”

“it would've been less work for me if whoever blew you up finished the job.”

you sighed as you stood up, putting a hand lazily on your hip.

“how’d it happen?”

boothill bit back another argument with a gruff chuckle.

“some real cutie-pies i was huntin’ down had a lil’ more firepower than i expected. guess they didn’t appreciate me spoilin’ their party.”

boothill visibly cringed as his insult was substituted with some cutesy nickname mid explanation.

“and can you fix my beautiful synesthesia beacon already? this thing is drivin’ me up the wall.”

the request fell on deaf ears as your fingers typed something on your laptop, likely another string of code.

“you’re more concerned about your censor than how long it’s gonna take me to put your legs back on…” you sighed to yourself, still leaned over your workbench, eyes focused on your screen.

“i'm not touching it right now. you’re lucky i’m even letting you stay sentient after this.”

boothill snorted at the remark, brows furrowing in a steady grimace.

“well, ‘scuse me for wantin’ to speak freely– i’m a grown man!” his pointy teeth shone as they peeked out again in a grin.

“y’know what? just leave yer lil’ tools and all the pieces there— i’ll get my legs back on myself. don’t need no charity work from the likes’a you.” he laughed. “heck, may even give myself a new pecker while i'm at it!”

the mechanic had half a mind to listen, sit back and watch boothill struggle to reassemble himself just to prove a point and simultaneously bask in his embarrassment when the former realised it wasn’t possible.

(not that he would’ve admitted defeat– you would have begrudgingly stepped in and helped before he inevitably messed up his wiring more.)

you stepped back over to boothill, hands moving to hold his cheeks so you could tilt his face side to side to check for any more damage.

“cool it, cowboy.” your eyes squinted in focus as they looked at boothill's, lightly tugging up on his eyelid to check for scratches or cracks.

“i'll get you back up and running, just lose the attitude already.”

boothill's eyes narrowed as he felt your touch on his face. the temperature difference of warm fingers on his cold, mechanical body stirring an oddity where his gut should have been. though he tried to ignore it, the sensation was there, clear as day against all his artificial nerve endings.

“real easy for you to say,” he huffed, avoiding your eyes as he was examined like a broken toy. “let’s see how peachy you are when yer all strung up and legless, love muffin.”

that censor really was gonna drive him insane.

“just get it over with.'' boothill muttered in annoyance. “and try not t’fuss anythin’ up.”

it took quite some time, as expected, for you to successfully reattach boothill’s legs and fix his mangled midsection. when you were finally finished, you tugged out any leftover wires that connected boothill to your terminals and pushed back in your wheelie chair to beckon the cowboy forward. you pushed your glasses up to your forehead, some hair getting swept out of your eyes with them.

“feel fine?”

boothill rolled his ankles and bent his knees, giving his legs a good stretch to test their mobility.

“mighty fine,” he responded, satisfied to feel they were weighted and moved the same as before. “though i can’t say i’m lovin’ the breeze up my backside.”

boothill glanced down at himself, steel body completely bare and lacking any of his signature clothing.

��got my pants lyin’ around anywhere, sugar plum?”

you pointed to another table in the room, where boothills clothes— (or rather the new ones you had to go and get—) were neatly folded, his hat placed on top of them.

boothill went to get himself dressed, hoisting up his bell bottomed pants and sliding on his jacket. he stole a glance in your direction every so often, resisting the childish urge to roll his eyes at the mere sight of you.

the artificial man hit a small bump in the road as he went to zip his jacket (could you really call it that with how little it covered?) up— his fingers weren’t responding as well as they should have been. he could open and close his fist, but lacked the precision to pinch and hold the zipper.

“hey, honeybun,'' boothill called over to you with a furrowed brow. “didn’t i tell you not to go fudgin’ anythin’ up?”

you, in all your overtired glory groaned, turning around in your chair and waving boothill back over.

“what are you talking about?”

“my cute lil’ fingers ain’t workin’ that’s what i’m talkin’ ‘bout!”

boothill's footsteps were clunky and loud as he stomped his way back over to his mechanic.

you reached for his hand, an uncharacteristic gentleness in your touch as you examined five mechanical fingers.

“make a fist,”

boothill obeyed, curling his fingers into his palm.

“open it,”

he obeyed again, letting them open and relax.

“hold up two fingers,”

boothill tried, but his fingers got stuck halfway into the motion, locking at the joints.

“son of a bitch.” you sighed, turning for one of your tools. “sit back down.”

boothill grumbled and went to hoist himself back onto the workbench.

“least one o’us can say it…”

“do you want me to fix you or not?”

“i'm sittin’ ain’t i??”

you pulled boothill's shirt off his left shoulder and popped open a tiny panel on the curve of his neck, sliding your glasses back on to the bridge of your nose. with a lean forward you began carefully looking at a few thin wires that filled the space.

boothill tapped his fingers against the tabletop while you worked, that same oddity as before settling in his now repaired gut. he rarely got messed up enough for you and him to spend this much time together, or for you to have to really be in such close proximity.

it’s not uncomfortable, but the feeling is by no means familiar. it’s actually a little embarrassing– a galaxy ranger, a space cyborg and expert hunter, feeling almost flustered at some close contact like some kind of shy little girl.

“something the matter?”

boothill nearly jumped as you spoke up quietly to check on him, voice quiet and so close to his ear he had to refrain from leaning both closer and away.

“nah, everything’s just dandy.” boothill’s voice followed yours– quieter and a little softer as a result of the closeness.

“you’re sure?” you looked up from the small mess of wires, eyes glancing up at your cyborg over the rim of your glasses. “might as well fix anything else that’s bugging you while i’m here.”

boothill would have swallowed if he had the need to lubricate his throat. he shook his head, turning to look somewhere— anywhere else.

yours lingered on him, albeit briefly, observing the clench of his jaw and the way he tried to shift in his seat without being disruptive to your work. he didn’t see the little smirk tug at your lips as you refocused on the task at hand.

boothill’s cybernetic limbs felt almost human in their sensitivity, sending faux shivers up a spine he didn’t even have. the mechanics fingers running down his forearm are doing him no favours as they move to hold his hand again.

“close your fist…open it…two fingers up…”

each command was obeyed, ten gunmetal fingers finally holding up a little peace sign.

“that should be it, come see me if they start acting up again.”

you stood up, tentatively reaching out to fix boothill’s jacket and begin to zip it for him.

boothill didn’t protest the act, but it was…confusing, to say the least.

“reckon i’ll just start seein’ those auto bots again,” he leaned back on his palms as your fingers fixed his collar, straightening it out. “much as i love our lil’ visits.”

you only hummed, smoothing out a few wrinkles and neatly tucking his scarf into it’s neckline, as he liked. “you could,” you mused, hooking your finger lightly into his collar and giving a gentle tug forward. “they don’t take as good care of you as i do, though.”

this time boothill caught the little smirk on your lips, clear as day and enough to make him question if short circuiting was possible.

you’re doing it on purpose, he knows. the careful touches to his hands and body against the sensors you put there, quiet voice leaving him with a frisson you made it possible for him to have.

boothill returned the smirk, albeit a little wobbly.

“you tryin’a rile me up, sugar plum?”

he entertained you with a lean forward, two white crosshairs looking right at you while he considered if a hand on your waist was too forward or the perfect cornering move.

“just like watching you squirm.”

you were gone as quickly as you’d arrived, finger unhooked and going to pick up his hat.

“but say i was,” you didn’t bother with a glance over as you made sure the brim was straight and unharmed. “i hardly have to try.”

boothill hopped down from the table, following your path and offering a scruffy chuckle when you reached up to place it on his head.

“yeah? and what makes y’say that?” his hand found a place on his hip.

you didn’t respond— not verbally, anyway. a quick flick of your eyes downwards was all he received.

so he followed, looking down as well, to the very appendage he had insisted you give him over and over again pushing against his trousers.

his own dream, now his downfall.

boothill pushed passed you, pushing his hat further down onto his head while he stomped away. the profanities that left his lips filled the air— or rather their replacements. something something i love you blah blah peach cobbler something cutie-pie or meow!

“remind me t’settle for them lovely auto bots next time!”

he opened the door with a firm kick of his boot, stomping out with a scowl.

as if he wouldn’t be back. you took better care of him, after all.

⠀ 𑣲 MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?

#toni recs! ୨♡୧ #boothill #boothill hsr #you don’t understand my love for boothill fuck #I NEED TO KNOW HIS LORE #LIKE NEOWWWWWWW #sobs and cries #; ; <3

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porcalinecunt · 20 days

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wish boothill was sucking on my tiddies rn

#☁️— toni thoughts #boothill loves boobies canon #i would keep them for him idc #RAH

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porcalinecunt · 22 days

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the amount of drafts ive put off for boothill content is insane 😭

#☁️— toni thoughts #I HAD TWO AOT FICS #A GENSHIN FIC #AND A REQUEST FOR MK1 #; ;

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porcalinecunt · 23 days

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hii, I'm new to your blog, but I just wanted to say that I'm in love with your boothill works and that I think you write him perfectly 🥹🫶🏻

oh my god your so SWEEEEET AUGAHHAHA <33

im so happy you love my writing, esp since i was a bit dodgy writing boothill since he’s not out yet ;-; TYSMMMMMMMMMMM ILYYYYYY!! <33

#🦷— toni replies !#im actually giggling rn #I LOVE MY INBOX SMMM #YALL ARE SO CUTEEE #; ; <3

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porcalinecunt · 23 days

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UGH. BOOTHILL AND GALLENGER AS FATHERS 🥹 <33

HONKAI STAR RAIL MEN AS FATHERS! pt three.

— featuring ┊aventurine, dr ratio, argenti, sunday, boothill, gallagher x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊2.1 MILD SPOILERS ON SUNDAY’S PART. not proofread, hsr men as fathers makes a comeback ! purely sfw (fluff), established relationships, slight random angst in argenti’s part (his part was long i was feeling a bit emo), mentions of pregnancy + labour but not the actual details of labour (lol), them jus being absolute sweethearts, cuteness overload i say (more tba!) | part one. part two.

— a/n┊hsr papas makes a BIG ASS comeback after months! i finally made a third part 2 this god bless 😋🙏 i almost forgot argenti so i had to squeeze him in LOL anyways guys we have sm girl dads… girl dad attendance pls!!! rocco song lyrics in the beginning of each thingy real not fake??? (i love rocco) | special tag! @rosequarzo

⊹ PAPA #1 : AVENTURINE

“𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.. 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐎.”

⊹ aventurine would have twins, one girl one boy! (one of each wow) he would have a little princess along with a little prince! let me tell you, he was so excited when he finally got to hold his little younglings. he loves both of his kids sm, he probably cried during their births and held each of them, snuggling their small bodies against his chest (stop.)

“my darling.. thank you for this beautiful gift you gave us. you did so good.”

⊹ aventurine would bring his kids to work if you were too busy, and he still does! when they were still very tiny, aventurine would bring his little daughter and little son to work, taking great pride in his little ones as he brags about them to topaz and everyone else! sometimes his workers would see him walking with two little ones on each hand, his little ones singing a happy song while he nodded along and spun her and her brother around <3

his little ones are shy so, sometimes they’d hide behind his leg whenever aventurine spoke to anyone, with his hand on both of their heads (enough.)

⊹ aventurine’s little ones are literally copy paste of him, they both have his beautiful eyes, his hair, and copy his mannerisms! your genes did NOT fight when it came to them gn.. but don’t worry! your kids inherited some of your traits personality wise i’m sure.

“look, baby.. they have the same eyes as me.”

⊹ aventurine couldn’t be more thankful to be blessed with twins, sometimes he’d stare at his little ones and start tearing up, wondering how he helped you create something so pure. after the many challenges and hardships of his life, he finally got what he wanted most, love and his own family to care for. “papa? why are you crying?” his son blurted, glancing towards his sister before they both hugged their father, earning a chuckle from him as he sniffled.. holding both of them against him.

aventurine wiped the tears that left his pretty eyes, caressing his son’s cheek, and then his daughter’s, “nothing nothing.. i’m just so happy to be your father.”

⊹ PAPA #2 : DR RATIO

“𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄’ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔.“

⊹ dr ratio would have three daughters, three little daughters to protect and also three little daughters who would sass him daily + humble him as karma for him being so mean to everyone else! it’s okay, he lets them <3 he loves them so much, he wouldn’t trade them or you for anything else!

“daddy your bed hair looks bad today!” one of his little princesses would say, he merely blinked in disbelief “who’s teaching you all these things, hm?” he said in a low yet soft tone. “you, daddy!” she answered

⊹ dr ratio is a strict father, but not overly strict. he would be strict with his daughters education, but he means well.. he just wants them to do good and follow their dreams! he would help them do their homework, projects, and help them practice things they’ll struggle at! he’s (more) patient with his three princesses than most and teaches them about all sorts of things

⊹ dr ratio who has a soft spot for you and his little ones, both of you are his pride and joy.. the light of his life. i’m sure when his daughters were still itty bitty tiny babies, he soothes or tries to calm his daughters down during fussy times by trying to make them laugh by putting on that dumb mask he always wore, and it would work! his daughters would giggle, grabbing his face as they nuzzled their noses against his (enough guys)

“you look stupid.” you chuckled, leaning against his arm while you held the other two girls in your arms. he would raise a brow as he shot a quick yet soft glare at you, pulling his daughter closer as he patted her back. “well, our daughter thinks otherwise.”

⊹ dr ratio would scare away any boy away with no problem LMAO when his daughters get older, and y’know.. they’re all having crushes or what not, he would easily scare them away! you scold him at times, telling him to give the boys a chance! he’s strict with who would date his daughters. despite this, he means well. he just doesn’t want his little princesses to get in any toxic or horrible relationships! he really does mean well :(( but sometimes.. his logic can be so strange

“i told you, that boy is not good for you.” he kept his arms crossed, staring at his daughter with a firm gaze.

“but dad! all he did was give me a hug!”

“that’s why he’s not good for you. he’s touching my daughter.”

⊹ PAPA #3 : ARGENTI

“𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄, 𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎?“

⊹ argenti would have a son, maybe he’ll have more coming but a son will do for now <3 because of his constant travels, despite this, he had no knowledge of your pregnancy.. because he soon departed a few weeks prior you found out about the baby within you, leaving you alone. the labour was painful, you almost lost your life from how difficult it was without anyone by your side to soothe you except for the nurses. he wouldn’t find out you had a son until he returned to you one day, shocked to see a newborn baby nestled comfortably in your arms.. wrapped in a cozy blanket. “i.. apologize my love, i cannot stay long.” he murmured, trying to touch your shoulder but you pulled away from him :(( because of his accidental negligence, miscommunication would happen as you figured he just didn’t wanna raise the baby with you. you held the baby tight against your arms, trying your best not to tear up.

“.. no, it’s okay. i understand. i’m.. sorry for being a burden to you,”

“wait, my love.. i’m not leaving you completely.. i’m just—“ you didn’t let him finish his sentence as you turned, walking off

⊹ argenti would be filled with deep regret when he found out you thought of yourself as a burden, he knew he was selfish with his choices.. choosing to depart just one more time instead of helping his wife raise his own fresh and blood. because of his decisions, he probably never got to see his son grow out of infancy, making their relationship nonexistent. he knew you had done nothing wrong bearing his child, especially when it was through the love between you both that helped the child be conceived. this only made him want to prove himself to you oncd and for all, returning.. determined to give the love he failed to provide for both you and his son.

⊹ argenti smiled bitterly as son was now a three years old as he missed so many things.. his son’s first steps, first words.. he could no longer remain silent in the face of despondency that you seemed to hold within your precious heart he broke. you had carried his son in your womb for nine months without his knowledge, enduring the rigours of pregnancy and labour by yourself. you had done nothing wrong, and he was very much in love with you.. and loved his son deeply. he was determined to reconnect with you.

“i promise, my love.. i’m deeply sorry. i won’t turn a blind eye to you ever again. please, tell me anything that’s on your mind from now on, please give me another chance to deem myself worthy of your love.

⊹ argenti was a completely different man as he tried his absolute best to live the life he would’ve lived if he wasn’t so busy, spending time with his son and you. taking his son out on adventures and late night walks, teaching him about the worlds outside of the one they lived in now, he loves and cherishes his son.. of course. he just hoped that maybe one day, his son would love him enough to call and consider him his father.

“you see those? those three stars.. are me, you, and your mother.” argenti spoke softly, chuckling when his son nodded eagerly, nuzzling against him

⊹ PAPA #4 : SUNDAY

“𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇.. 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍.“

⊹ sunday would have two kids, a daughter and a son just like him and his sister robin! but, instead of his son being older, his daughter is older! <3 sunday’s kids are either a copy of you and him there is no in between i swear. his two kids definitely inherited one thing from him though, his little wings by his ears <3 when you gave birth his children, his heart almost melted at the sight of their teeny tiny little wings protruding from their little heads, knowing it’ll grow the same size as his one day!

“my wings.. they have my wings.”

⊹ sunday would most definitely use his wings to play peekaboo with his babies when they were young, and they would always make them laugh (stop) sometimes he’d be left alone with them both and if they grew fussy, he would start playing peekaboo with his wings trying his best to calm down his little ones :(( sometimes you’d catch him playing peekaboo with his little ones, letting his wings cover his eyes and then reopening them :,3 it’s so adorable!

⊹ sunday is overprotective over his kids, let’s just make that clear. because of what happened to their aunt robin, he doesn’t want anything to happen to them too. sunday has cameras everywhere, he even hired bodyguards to guard his children and their rooms all day long, i’m sure he never even revealed to the public that he even had kids, to prevent them from getting a target put on their backs from dangerous things :(( he really does worry abt his babies

“my children.. where did my children go off to?”

“they’re with your wife, sir sunday.” ooh. he felt a relief rush through him when the bodyguard said those words.

⊹ sunday who’s one chill dad, sure he can be overbearing sometimes but he’s willing to give his little darlings the freedom and childhood they needed, not rushing them into things. he provides them with a good education, plays with them, and is overall present in their lives.. letting him disturb him and trash his office while he goes on important meeting calls or work on papers (LMAO)

⊹ PAPA #5 : BOOTHILL

“𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄..”

⊹ boothill would most definitely have a daughter, a daughter who is nothing but the newest light in his life! although, labour was a shock to him.. you squeezed his hand so tight he almost thought his metal hands and fingers were gonna fall apart LMAO ++ boothill never thought about family life much, but when you both had your daughter.. he fully committed his life to being a good husband to you and fully committed to taking good care of his little princess! his little girl would probably inherit his sharp teeth, often nibbling and biting him gently in her early years of being a toddler (LOL)

“what the— darlin’! do you see this?! our lil’ girl is biting me!”

⊹ boothill would kinda be the most childish and unserious dad ever, he takes cheesy photos and he would post them on his social media of his family and his daughter. but no, not just ordinary pictures, pictures of him and his little princess on a random horse in the hot sun! like just imagine, him holding his little princess while he has a piece of wheat in his mouth, posing for the camera and posting it (LMAO)

“pose, darlin’ girl! show daddy those sharp teeth!” his daughter would smile with her big sharp teeth, posing with their new horse friend!! (boothill probably robbed it)

⊹ boothill who can only feel physical touch on his face, when his daughter was still a baby.. her little hands would touch his cheeks and giggle softly, earning a low chuckle from him while he blows on her belly, his little princess holding onto his soft locks (stop) his heart would melt every time his daughter would grab at his face, you and his daughter make him feel alive even :,3

⊹ boothill would try finding balances with the dangers of his occupation and as a father + husband. he really does try to balance everything out and be there for you and his daughter. he wants you to know that you both are his number one priority and he wouldn’t trade you both for anything else.

“daddy loves you very much. you know that right?” he carried his daughter around as she blew bubbles with her mouth, giggling and speaking random gibberish. aeons, he can’t believe he helped make something so pure.

⊹ PAPA #6 : GALLAGHER

“𝐎𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈’𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.”

⊹ gallagher is definitely a family man. you guys can’t tell me otherwise, he probably has four darling kids (damn), three sons and one precious daughter! and let me say, he’s an excellent father to all his little ones <3 hope you had a fantastic time popping all of them out! (LMAO) he would help you all throughout your pregnancy.. making food for you, everything! he would let you heal while he changes all the diapers, etc! (he loves u sm)

⊹ gallagher who makes sure he treats you with love and care, often doing cheesy things with you infront of his kids as they go “ewww!” and everything like that :,3 whether it be giving flowers to you on valentine’s day, setting up dramatic anniversary celebrations, buying you gifts, giving you kisses, etc! this man loves you a lot and he would do anything cheesy with you infront of his kids, he really wants them to grow up telling everyone that their parents were in love :(( he wants his beloved marriage with you to be a fragment of true love and influence the real aspects of marriage to his little ones <3

“ewwww! daddy why do you keep kissing mommy that’s gross!” his daughter spoke up as a chuckle left his throat, patting her head. “because i love your mother very much.. that’s why.”

⊹ gallagher who like i said, is such an excellent father. his parenting skills are UNMATCHED. he’s one of the most gentle and chill fathers out there! he would serve as a guide and teacher to his four darlings, teaching them all they needed to know and he would most definitely teach his three sons how to treat a lady right, and treat their future partners the same as they treat their mother and sister, with respect! i’m sure he’ll also teach his little girl to be confident and independent!

⊹ gallagher is the type of dad who would make dad jokes often, and sometimes he’s the typa dad that would embarrass his little ones infront of their friends or future partners! he’s just a silly dad who loves and cherishes his kids a lot!

“dad.. those jokes aren’t even funny.” his son raised a brow

“hm? you don’t think my jokes are funny? i figured they were.. what are you talking about?”

@ NEUVISTAR. do not plagiarize, claim my work as your own, translate or share my posts on any platform outside of tumblr.

#toni recs! ୨♡୧ #hsr fluff #honkai star rail #sobbing uncontrollably rn #boothill is so girldad coded IDC #im willing to give that man a baby so fast #GALLENGER TOO #ESPECIALLY HIM #HES MADE TO BE A DADDY

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porcalinecunt · 23 days

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goodnight yall

im gonna go dream abt boothill <33

#☁️— toni thoughts #sigh #I MISS HIM #bae come home to meeee #the kids miss u

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porcalinecunt · 23 days

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(𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃)𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 ♡︎

🎀 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ having the body of a cyborg came with it’s perks, including turning boothill into your own personal porn bot a plug away! ~ ♡︎

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw — afab!reader. mean dom!boothill. improper use of usb ports. pornography. manhandling. overstimulation. edging. pussy drunk boothill. no pronouns for reader.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : saw someone on tt mention inappropriate use of boothill’s usb ports, and i couldn’t help myself. <33 as usual, enjoy!

“..and i’m supposed to plug this in?”

Boothill spun the harddrive around his fingers, staring at it with both curiosity yet suspicion. it was a hot pink color with a heart sticker sloppily slapped onto the front. you handed it to him without saying a word, leaving him beyond dumbfounded.

you simply nodded, trying hard not to burst out laughing. despite the glaringly obvious USB ports that were carved into his waist, he swore to have never actually stuck anything in them. by anything, of course, were any harddrives that could’ve been packed with whatever info or footage that would’ve automatically made it’s way into his memory. he didn’t want anyone’s weird porno or stupid memes to burn into his motherboard and live with it.

yet he had a hard time saying no to you. hell, he’d never say no to you unless it’d kill you. then again, it was probably a random assortment of cat videos you came across on your feed. it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek. right?

holding up a reluctant thumbs up, you plugged the harddrive in and awaited his reaction with anticipation. boothill never looked away from your reaction, quickly noticing something was rather…off about your face. your lips curled into a seductive grin, biting down on your lower lip while hearts practically carved your pupils. your cheeks and nose were flushed a slight pink that faded to a hot red color.

yet, it was already too late for him.

his vision suddenly became a hot pink blur, the gears within his body had began to spun widely while the mini fans tried to cool down his heating body. the blood red target in his eye morphed into a pink heart while he spaced out at what was being shown in front of him.

nothing but pure pornography, some of the most explicit, flooding his memory and infecting his circuits with the love virus. boothill felt his head spin from the lewd imagery, bouncing from clip to clip of multiple sex acts all at once. from simple missionary to subs being bent in half by their ridiculously larger doms, there was even one where they were in full nelson. legs high up with thier sopping cunt in full view. it was all too much.

“so this..is what y’want me to do to ya…”

the cyborg chuckled, overwhelmed with his sudden libedo. he looks over at you with hungry eyes, flashing his shark toothed grin the moment you nodded.

“why didn’t ya say so, dollface..?”

“a-ah! m’sorry! m’sorry boothill..! i-i was only p-playing..ngh!”

your clothes were torn clean off without a damn given, leaving you bare and vulnerable as the cyborg pumped his cock in and out of your sopping pussy. just like how you wanted it, bent in half in full nelson with your legs held high as only boothill’s arms kept you from falling. his pace was unforgiving, hungrily stuffing you full like your his last meal on death row. despite your body already stiffening from the position, boothill showed no sign of stopping. his eyes, bright pink with hearts dialating for pupils, full of burning desire and a greedy lust that clouded his judgement till his mind went blank.

it was as if the cyborg was built for fucking, his only goal being to push you beyind your human limit.

“zip it, sugar. you're gonna take m’dick even when i’m done with ya, you hear?”

boothill hissed in your ear with a mean rasp, shark-like teeth nibbling away at your earlobe. the ticklish feeling only added to the intense overstimulation that turned your brain into mush. you felt the familiar knot in your stomach close to snapping for what seems like the tenth time tonight, until a sudden emptiness snapped you back into reality. looking down, you noticed how boothill pulled himself out, leaving you hanging. a whine came out of your throat almost instinctively at the neglect.

“boothilll..! i was so clo!—“

you’re words were rudely cut off as the ranger threw you onto the bed with you laying on your back. he wasted no time crawling on top of you and pressing his heavy body against yours. trapped, you couldn’t even move an inch as you squirmed under his touch. he practically caged you.

“keep whinin’ like that and I'll leave ya empty. got that?”

as difficult as it was, you pressed your lips together and screwed your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to keep quite. your cunny spasmed around his length as he kept going with his violent pace. even with the harddrive, you could never imagine boothill going this far. you truely underestimated the strength of the virus that infected his mechanical body with such libido, yet you don’t regret it. you continued to cry out as your limbs grew numb, your senses going blank in an orgasmic euphoria. you were teetering towards the fuckin’ edge.

you sobbed out babbles of “‘m gonna cum!~” over and over again like it was automatic. finally, the knot snapped in two as stars filled your vision. if he wasn’t made of metal, you would’ve left some nasty scratch marks.

on the other hand, the ranger watched in pure awe as his pretty baby fell apart on his dick. your fucked out expression, teary eyes and pouty lips covered in spit, only fuled him for more. you couldn’t even get a breath in as you were picked up and flipped onto your stomach, ass high up in the air.

“you think ‘m done yet sugar? hehe, that’s cute.”

you could only sigh in response, unable to do anything about your own mess. lesson learned, never fuck with a machine you know so little about.

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