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n0tamused · 16 days

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A/N: This is based off of this post I saw on tiktok theorizing that BootHill must've died a brutal death for only his head to remain.

Content: angst, scramble drabble, she/her, female reader, BootHill needs comfort and he gets it, BootHill written prior to his release

“-Hey, hey, BootHill, breathe, my love-” Warm and cautious hands cup the cheeks of her loved one who sat shaking on the very corner of her bed. Hair messy and some fallen in small clumps from the struggle with his artificial body. “Shh, you’re with me.. there’s no one around, just me” she tries to soothe him again, worry rising like a bubble in her throat at her partner’s distress.

BootHill’s eyes flickered between red and gray, jumping around the room but once they were on her, they looked at something past her, through her. Even with half of his human body gone he wasn’t spared of the terrible memories and dreams. Every once in a while they’d come back to haunt him and drag him through all the suffering once again. Like once wasn’t enough. And in his scared stupor he didn’t rise from the bed before tugging his own hair and trashing the bed, even managing to hit her in the pure state of his delirium in attempts to pull off the ropes he felt in his nightmare.

Ragged breaths fan across her hands and she has to call out to him a few more times until she finally gets a response that he’s finally lucid. “Huh-? Huh..what?” He stumbles, hoping to summon strength to feel again, with his hands, Metal wraps itself around her wrist, squeezing then lessening its grip before squeezing again. “It’s okay.. it was just a dream.. See? Just breathe, come on.. do it with me”

Worry is etched deep between her brows and her frown in the dim light of the bedroom, but she manages to calm him down. But with each twitch of his body she regrets the lack of things she could do. She would’ve intertwined their fingers together, would’ve hugged him until he realized he was being held - but what use of it was it when he physically couldn’t feel touch? It was like explaining colors to a blind man. She might as well cry with BootHill.

But she has to stay strong, and patient above all else. She needs to be his rock at this moment. “Come.. let’s rest some more. We can just lay down for now” she leads him to lay down after her, moving his head despite his confused and pained grunt, setting his ear to her chest. Her hands go to his hair and she holds him there, just like that. And she feels his weight fall onto her, no longer resisting. The thump of her heart draws him in until it becomes the center of his world. He sees darkness before his eyes, but hears the light of the heart kept away from him, safe behind her ribs.

It was an anxious thump, fastened with fear and lack of air, before easing into a smoother rhythm. BootHill didn’t realize he was shedding tears until her gentle fingers brushed over the edge of his eyes, prompting them to close. “ ‘m sorry..” he muttered, swallowing a breath before he nuzzles his head against her chest, shuffling so his artificial body followed the long lost habit of his past self in the form of hugging. Mechanical arms practically trap her under him, and she only hugs his head closer. This is the least she could do..

Hearing him cry into her chest broke her heart, feeling how her shirt became damp, and hearing him murmuring apologies for every tear that fell tested her strength too. He felt broken and lost, in hatred of the fate he was forced into and the suffering he had to endure, and he couldn’t give up, for that would mean betraying you. He just had to keep moving.

BootHill can’t betray the only person left that he loves, and that loves him in return.

#-better an arrow than you #angst #BootHill #Boothill honkai star rail #Boothill x reader #Boothill x you #boothill x female reader #boothill x y/n #boothill x afab reader #female reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x female reader #boothill angst #boothill imagine #hsr boothill

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porcalinecunt · 1 month

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manhandling with boothill . . . ﹒⪩⪨﹒

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

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

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

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

#☁️— toni thoughts #gn!reader #afab!reader #boothill x reader #hsr boothill #boothill hsr #boothill #boothill smut #honkai star rail #honkai x reader #honkai star rail smut #hsr #hsr smut #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader

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anaxiphikia · 1 month

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minors & ageless blogs dni | boothill x afab!reader

cw. robo dick 100% peel this hc from my dead hands, ooc boothill idc this thought was eating me alive, southern accent boothill written by a french person, petnames (darlin’, querida, sugar), soft dom!boothill, kinda temperature play, daddy kink as usual, messy kinda, not proofread rn !!

notes. @rinneverse *shakes bag of treats* come get ur food

“that’s it darlin’,” that southern accent drawls, your thighs pressed to the metal of his hips as he sinks the cold tip of his cock into your tight warmth, “you’re doin’ so good f’me, querida.”

his words go straight to your cunt, a fluttering in your stomach as he bottoms every inch of his dick within you, the cold metal making sure you shiver and squirm beneath him. he grins, dragging sharp, pointed teeth over the porcelain skin of your bare shoulder.

“d-daddy—” you choke out, quickly halting your words when he withdraws his hips, the cold sensation that had melted away suddenly dragging against your walls again before bucking back into you, slapping metal against soft, plush skin.

your eyes roll back at his ministrations, his hips repeatedly anchoring you further into the cheap mattress of the motel you’d settled yourselves in for the night. it’s humid, even this late at night and your skin is sticky, strands of your hair pressed to your face and boothill can’t help but admire the way your pretty, swollen lips form an ‘o’ with every push of his cock.

“what’s wrong, sugar?” boothill chides, the wet muscle of his tongue tracing up the crevice of your neck, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss as your nails drag along his shoulders only to find nothing to grip onto, simply sliding along pathetically, “can’t take a lil’ bit of cock?”

a whine escapes your lips, drowned out into the kiss as your essence coats his cock, slick and easing him into you like a fine motor oil - except he’s cherishing this much, much more. it runs down his thighs, allowing him to slide up against you, even deeper than before like he belonged there.

when his tip is pressing so deliciously against your cervix, you have no room to think of anything other than the fact that he does belong there.

#— anaxi’s love letters #baby’s first boothill drop teehee #i don’ simp 4 him buuuuut… i know a vry pretti mootie does <33 #boothill #boothill smut #hsr smut #honkai star rail x reader smut #honkai star rail smut #boothill x reader #hsr #hsr x reader

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binkuscat · 27 days

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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Pairing: Boothill x Reader

Warnings: Afab reader, lost bet, cunnilingus, missionary to cowgirl, unprotected sex, creampie, size difference

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you had made a bet with your boyfriend before he had gone to a duel. the exact words were: "Boothill, if you win this duel, i'll do whatever you say for the rest of the day, but if you lose you do what i say." He had happily agreed, knowing he'd win. and that's exactly what happened.

currently, you were standing in the lobby, knowing you were going to regret your words. you felt him saunter up behind you, pulling you flush against his chest. the cold metal made you shiver, and you looked up at him.

he had a smile on his face, looking awfully smug, "i do believe i won, darlin', and i'm ready to collect my prize" his smile grew as he watched you blush.

you cleared your throat, looking back at the floor, "ahah... that's right- i suppose we'll be heading back to our room then?"

he nodded, suddenly throwing you over his shoulder. setting an arm over your legs, and ignoring your protests, he carried you to where you were both staying.

"Boothill- put me down-" you squirmed, trying to get free.

the robot chuckled, swinging you up off his shoulder and onto the bed, hearing you let out an exasperated huff, " you said to put you down, so i did. but i'm the one who's still callin' the shots, pretty thing."

you grumbled, wondering what he'd ask you to do, and it wasn't long before you had your answer.

"now. since i can ask ya to do anything, how about we have some fun?" he leaned over you, gesturing to your clothes.

you blush even more, but nod, taking your shirt off, then your pants. you sat bare among the rumpled blankets, could feel him staring up and down your body, taking you in.

"no time like now to get to the main course" he pushed you gently onto your back, spreading your legs. getting closer to your already dripping wet pussy, he stuck his tongue out and dragged a slow line up. it ended at your clit, to which he sucked on a bit, causing you to gasp and moan, he moved back down, starting to eat you out.

your hands go to his hair, getting tangled in it and holding him there, "o-oh aeons~"

hearing and feeling your response to him, he stuck his tongue deeper, driving you closer to an orgasm.

you gasp a a final time, moaning out his name as you came, "ah-! boothill~!"

he reached up and grabbed your thigh, giving it a light squeeze while he lapped all your juices up. once he was done, he sat up, undiong the belt on his pants, "alrigh', sweetheart, ya ready?"

you nod as you watch him free his cock, rubbing it against your folds, knowing your slick would make it easier to pump into you. he finally slides into you, to which you moan, feeling so full.

"mm... lookit you, coming undone around me, i love it" he began to thrust in and out, steadily picking up pace.

you cling to him as best as you can, trying to get closer, but he only chuckles, pushing you back down. you suddenly feel him speed up, making your back arch, knowing you were close.

boothill obviously noticed, just as suddenly pulling out, you whining in protest "don't worry sugar, you'll like what happens next"

he picks you up, shifting so you were sitting on top of him, then setting his hat on you, "now ride, darlin' "

you nod, sitting on his dick again, starting to bounce. as you do, you release a string of moans with his name mixed in.

he put a hand where he could see a bulge on your stomach from piercing yourself on his length. "so beautiful, yeah?"

you nod, before releasing a whine and finally reaching your second orgasm. he gripped your hips after he felt your pace stutter. lifting you himself, and and down. he soon reached his own orgasm, plunging into you with a grin.

"take it all, sugar~" he released inside you, watching as the mix of both of you leaked out.

once he had finished, he pulled out, laying you down. he placed a kiss on your cheek, pulling a blanket over you "ya did well, sweetheart, get some rest"

you nod, not too long after falling asleep

#boothill #boothill honkai star rail #boothill x reader #boothill fanfic #honkai star rail

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purepure · 30 days

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Ride a cowboy!!

Boothill X AFAB! Reader

Including, Riding (it’s more him being dom) Metal Dick!! (?), (let’s pretend like it doesn’t hurt okay) Dirty talk, Collar, leash, and handcuffs included in this, biting, ig foreplay um idk, pet names used🙏

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Minors DNI!

A small peak from the window, let out a cool blue light, caused by beautiful lights outside of Penacony. The window was slightly open, letting in fresh air. Occasionally, a child would yell for some reason. But other than that, Penacony was nice and quiet.. Meanwhile, your boyfriend had other plans.

“Aww.. cmon pretty girl, why’d ya stop?” He asked, tugging at that pretty little collar of yours, You said nothing at all. Looking down at his metal chest, Breathing heavily and sweating profusely, that was all. With no response from you, His hand waved in front of your face, Which finally caught your attention. “..huh? o-oh.. what’d you say…?” Boothill sighed and sat up against the headboard, and repositioned yourself on his cock, “Are you just tired of bouncing up and down on me?~” He said with a smirk, slowly grinding himself on you.

“Mmpfh!~- fuck..~” you curse to yourself, because damn.. he really knew how to hit your spots. He tilted his head, staring into your heavy-lidded eyes, “What’s wrong darlin’? Can’t speak for yourself hm?” He leans in closer to your neck, sliding his tongue along the your cold skin. “Don’t worry just let me take control, ‘kay?” You nodded, “o-okay.” Boothill grabbed your waist, and bounced you up and down on his cock. “F-Fuckk.. Angel~ you’re even tighter than before-“ He moaned in your ear, loud and clear. Meanwhile, you were just lost in your own little world. Shamelessly letting out moans, it was just every time you went down on his cock, the tip angled perfectly to your sensitive spot. Like, it’s not your fault that it feels so fucking good?

“Ahnn!~ f-fuck, Boothill..!~” “yeah..~ you like getting dicked down like that?~” You arch your back into him, and throwing your head back. Boothill took your leash and wrapped hisnhand around it, forcing your head forward, once you were close enough, he went in for a kiss. Just to quiet you down and just feeling the need to kiss you during such an intimate moment between the two of you.

You felt like wrapping your arms around him, but couldn’t. Those damn handcuffs just wouldn’t let you, it felt like torture to not embrace your love in an intense moment. But that didn’t matter, you were reaching your high anyway. Boothill pulled away from the long kiss, “ahh..~ you g-getting close- mm.. d-darling?” You didn’t have the strength to say yes out loud. so, you just let a small “yes” followed up with a nod. He chuckled at you and leaned into your neck, hiscold breath met the hot skin. “..come on baby.. cum for me~” he started to nibble at the soft tissue, her sharp teeth grazing on you skin. In response you’re moaned loudly. (god..) “f-fuck..!~ boothill- I’m gonna!- cum!-“ You threw your head back. Those final three thrusts, roughly hit against your g-spot every time, then finally his sticky liquid shot into your pulsing pussy.

Both you and boothill took some time to catch your breaths. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and looked into your eyes, “you did amazing. Good girl..” he chuckled, “if you’re done taking your break, wanna go for round 2..?”

#hsr #boothill #boothill smut #honkai star rail #smut #sillyposting #shitpost #writing #vocaloid #boothill hsr #boothill honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #purepure

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c00kieguy · 22 days

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ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕜𝕒𝕚: 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣 ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕝

Content with🌹are nsfw

Fanfiction:

The day I met an Angel [Argenti x GN!Reader] Dissembled Echos [Aventurine x GN!Reader] Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Dress Up [afab!Aven x amab!gn!Reader] 🌹 Thigh Pillow [Dr. Ratio x GN!Reader]

Headcanon:

Boo! April Fools! [Jing Yuan, Welt, Boothill, Dr.Ratio]

Ficlet:

Cyborg!dentist!reader and Boothill Long distance relationship with Argenti P1, P2

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Fanart:

Babygirl Jing Yuan Aventurine Tits out Jing Yuan... Boothill seggs Aven Cat Aventurine likes seeing you covered in blood (ft. my OC) Aven x Argenti meme Aven sketch

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#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail fanfic #hsr x reader #hsr fanfic #hsr masterlist

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elatedfool · 18 days

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the best relief.

nsfw (*´꒳`*) afab!reader. model!yingxing x bodyguard!reader. dumbification. fingering. you call him "sir"��reader is very polite lol. reader wears makeup. edging. mirror sex. overstimulation. breeding. petnames used: darling, sweetheart. praises!!! :D forced eye contact 😵‍💫 he's a bit of a meanie but he's very in love w you hehe :33

it doesn't look good to me... hope yall like it though (_ _).｡o○ please have this to make up for the boothill smut i couldn't make a part two of 😔

the soft clinking of YINGXING's extravagant accessories cuts through the silence of the night, accompanied by the sound of your angelic voice moaning his name as if he was your god as he plunged another rough finger into your drooling hole—practically begging him for more, hungrily swallowing his digits that he thinks they'll snap if you were to clamp down any harder.

"so needy f'me, aren't you?" a throaty growl escapes his chest, tinged with desire as the model leans down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, muffling your voice as he frenziedly pushes you up against the sink, positioning your legs in between his to keep you from squirming away.

yingxing swears he was never the type to do something like this to relieve his stress, as he knows the potential risks of it turning into a cosmos-wide scandals that will end up ruining everything he's worked hard to achieve—on the other hand, he simply doesn't have the ability to reject you when you were the one who voluntarily offered yourself to him, whispering in his ear about how you'd help him out in any way he wanted—so here you are; your clothes in disarray and a clear thread of saliva trickling down your chin, a testament of the supermodel's ability to make an absolute mess out of you, his precious soon-to-be girlfriend bodyguard.

you've always been a great bodyguard for him—a kindhearted and caring individual who takes good care of him while also being a bold and tenacious guardian whenever the pesky paparazzis are getting out of hand with their disturbances; which makes it even more enjoyable to break you into putty in his hands—and just to remind you, he hasn't even gotten to the fun part yet.

your hand flew over your mouth, trying so hard to muffle the sinful noises that escaped your pretty lips; fearing that yingxing's manager or that mysterious vidyadhara friend of his would barge into his house and caught you in the act. seeing this, his frown deepens, his hand swatting yours as he sinks his fingers deeper into your drenched hole, creating a series of loud sloshing noise that only serves to mortify you further at how dirty they sound.

"don't, i want to hear how good i made you feel," he whispered right beside your neck, tickling the sensitive skin on purpose.

you shake your head, unable to answer him properly without stuttering and making every words sound like a moan, "sir, what if—ah!" and with a simply curl of his fingers in the right direction, your complaints are silenced and replaced with high pitched cries—oh boy, at this rate, his tailored pants might just burst open with the way his bulge keeps growing bigger when he himself thought it couldn't anymore, all thanks to your beautiful voice.

"focus on me, don't think of anyone else," from the growl he struggled to suppress and the way he use his other hand to pinch your bud, you can tell that he's not very fond of the mentions of others during times like these—and you can't help your walls from twitching again at his demanding words, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach, tightening further at his precise movements. more incoherent words left your throat, and he smirks in acknowledgment of your nearing climax, drawing his fingers out just right before you can experience that oh-so-blissful feeling of relief.

a soft, frustrated whine left your throat as you clench around nothing, your lips curling downwards in disappointment as you look at him, "sir, why did you stop...?"

he doesn't respond, his attention completely directed at the crystal-clear substance coating his glove—a clear evidence of the euphoric experience he puts you through. aren't you just so adorable? getting so excited just by his fingers alone?

"eager, aren't we?" he sneers, pressing your bottom lip to make way for his soiled fingers, giving you a taste of yourself and oh aeons, why do you have to be so cute? eyes wide with tears and drool dripping down your chin as you lap the remaining of your own juices off the fabric, making his cock twitch yet again.

he's not gonna hold back anymore, he thinks—no, he simply cannot—hastily unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers, he sighs in relief when his erection is finally freed, the blunt head already leaking precum—a shiver ran down your spine, words catching in your throat at the length and girth; will it even fit?

yingxing smiles at the terrified look on your face, inching closer to playfully slap your folds with his tip, earning another whimper from you, "aww, are you scared, sweetheart?"

"no... i-it's fine, i can take it, sir," you slowly shake your head, still trying to look brave—the slight waver in your voice did not go past his ears though; it boosted his ego, actually.

the man snickered, gaze locking with yours, slowly guiding himself into the warm embrace of your walls, "we'll see about that,"

he sighs in pleasure as he watches your cunt eagerly swallows and clench around his length, as if trying to pull him in—so he reciprocates; jerking his hips to meet your pelvis in a slow and steady motion—your comfort and pleasure comes first, even if he is the one who needs this. still, you cannot help but roll your eyes whenever he reach deep enough to press against your sensitive spots, like he's done this millions of times before.

when he heard your moans getting louder, the man starts to pick up his pace, moving rougher and more demanding as his arms reach for your waist, pulling you down and bending you over so you can face the mirror; watching him pour out all his stress into your abused cunt and the way your body is arching against the sink—a sight so lewd that you want to look away from it, but no, he won't allow it; he wants you to see just how good he's making you feel—and he savors every moment of it, carving the memories of this obscene scene into his brain.

"sir—!" a tiny mewl left your lips when he pulls back, leaving only his tip inside, before slamming his hips back into yours, leaving not a single nook or cranny untouched—the intensity is enough to knock every single thought out of your pretty head. it feels too good, and before you could control yourself, your body lurched forward as you come undone on his cock, delicate fingers curling tightly onto the faucet as your poor body convulses in pleasure.

to stimulate you further, yingxing reach down to rub circles and patterns on your fluttering petals, "good girl—fuck, loosen up, will you? i won't be able to reward you if you don't let go of my cock," his voice is saccharine sweet, like a honeyed poison—so sweet yet so full of mirth, and you can't help but crave it more.

your gummy walls throb around him, trying so hard to not draw him in as he slowly drags his length across your overstimulated walls; yet you can't help yourself to not marvel at the sight of his silver hair cascading over your lower back, his eyes fluttering at how good it feels to nestle inside you—all reflected on the glass mirror for you to see.

but you were not able to gawk at him for long, for the haughty model always sought to catch you off guard—his hands squeezing the fat of your hips to ram his cock back inside, thrusting and rolling himself faster and harder than before, so much that you can hear the thwop thwop thwop sound, along with your soft wails harmonizing with his low grunts bouncing off the ceramic walls; you can only hope that his neighbors would not be suspicious of this totally-professional-relationship of yours.

as for the model himself, he couldn't care less, the only thing occupying his mind is that he has to lay his claim on you; to leave so many traces of his love on you that they will never fade no matter how many lives you have to go through—so he may always find you in every lifetime.

"keep your eyes on the mirror, darling," he clenches his jaw, guiding your chin up to face the fogged surface of the glass—yet it still cannot obstruct the sight of your lovely face; adorned with dark tears as a result of your smudged mascara, cheeks all warm and flushed, and trails of spit running down your chin. gosh, you really are the most gorgeous angel in this wretched world when you're fucked dumb on his dick.

"sir, i can't—"

"yes you can, and call me yingxing, please?" he coos, warm tongue prodding at your earlobe to coax you into obedience—not like he has to anyway.

"yingxing yingxing yingxing! please, i'm—hng!" because his name immediately leaves your agape mouth like a mantra, along with unidentified words that got lost in between mewls and screams of pleasure; and that's all it takes for the course of pleasure to run down his body, eyes tightly shut as he releases rope after rope into your womb, pressing himself directly on that one delicate, spongy spot inside your pulsating warmth—which then leads to your second orgasm, the waves of pleasure coursing down your spine as your body tenses up, sticky fluid gushing out and spilling down the floor with a squelch.

he stills himself, panting heavily as his broad chest press down on your back; you can feel just how heated up he has gotten, how his coat is all drenched with sweat, how his voice cracks slightly as he mutters praises under his breath, "you're taking me so well... can you feel how deep i am right now?" his hand trails up your abdomen to press on a particularly warm and slightly protruding spot in your tummy; he really did not hold back in marking you, huh?

finally, after you both have calmed down, yingxing begins to pepper kisses on your hair and cheek, slowly grinding all the cum back inside you; he despises seeing it leave you, "are you okay?"

"yes, sir..."

he frowns, thumb caressing your chin in a slow motion, "i told you to call me yingxing," your vision is blurry due to the tears bubbling up your eyes, but you swear you could hear him pout at that.

before you could answer, he flipped you over, a pair of muscular arms supporting your trembling body as he positioned you to sit back on the sink, "i guess i need to fuck you some more, don't i? that way, your pretty little brain will never forget my name again," his smile turns into a full-blown grin, eyes sharp with mischief; and you know that this stress-relieving session is going to take longer than you expected.

#restricted section．．．#hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr smut #honkai star rail x reader #yingxing x reader #yingxing x you #blade x reader #blade x you

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