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gay-dorito-dust · 23 days

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How they’d react to you kissing their cheek unexpectedly…

Boothill: seeing as how his face is the only part of him that could actually feel your touch, something he had disclosed with you in confidence and away from preying eyes.

So the moment you pressed a kiss to his cheek, Boothill melts, it was in this moment where he realised how truly touch starved he was ever since acquiring a new body. It made him hate it even more then he already did for he couldn’t experience the joy of holding your hand, having you pressed up against his chest, nothing.

He couldn’t feel none of that and he hates it so fucking much.

He hated the fact that he couldn’t feel you kiss his fingers or feel you press yourself again his back in a hug, nor the kisses that he could only imagine being pressed there, not to mention the times where you would nuzzle your face into his neck for he couldn’t feel that either.

‘Please.’ He pleads when he felt that you were about to pull away, desperately grasping at your waist that he couldn’t feel the flesh of, pulling you back into him. ‘Spare another one of your sweetest kisses for me darlin’?’ He asks in dire need of you and your kisses.

‘I’d happily give you all the kisses you could ever want.’ You replied and Boothill truly believed that you must be a saint or something because how could someone like you be with someone like him? It just doesn’t make sense.

‘Then we’ll be here for a long while sweetheart because I want them all, so don’t you go given them to anyone else, ya hear?’ He says and you only gave him another lingering kiss to his cheek, making him tighten his hold on you.

‘Then shall we get started?’ You asked with a smile.

Aventurine: ‘oh. What’s this? Kissing my cheek without warning me beforehand.’ He gasps as he holds a hand to his heart. ‘How scandalous of you.’

He’d act like your affection has no real effect on him but the faint blush scattered across his cheeks told a very different story. A story that said that he wasn’t use to your tenderness and affection towards him, that he doesn’t deserve you nor your love and that hurt you deeply.

‘It maybe scandalous to you but to me, I just want to show that you’re more than worth every bit of my affection, and just know that nothing anyone will say can persuade me into thinking otherwise.’ You told him and cheeky smirk upon his lips softened with the rest of his face.

‘You…you mean that?’ He says meekly. ‘You’re not joking…are you?’

You pressed another kiss to his cheek, letting it linger there before pulling away. ‘I’d never joke about how much you mean to me, I’m not that heartless or cruel. I adore you my darling, sweet Kakavasha.’ You answered him truthfully. ‘So if you allow me, I can show you just how much I adore you.’

Aventurine didn’t say anything at first, still wondering after all this time if he was really worth everything you’ve done for him, but one look in your eyes and the blonde knew he had his definitive answer. ‘Please show me just how much you love me, make me forget about the voices in my head that make me second guess my worth and just make me yours with every kiss.’

Argenti: thanks you for the cheek kiss before reciprocating with one of his own.

You pout. ‘I’m meant to be spoiling you in affection right now.’

Argenti cocks his head to the side, confused. ‘Why should I allow you to bless me with your kisses and not reciprocate them? Wouldn’t that seem…selfish of me.’ He asks.

‘No it wouldn’t.’ You tell him as you held his face within your hands. ‘I want you to be selfish and let me smother you in affection without feeling the need to do the same becuase you do that enough as it is on a daily basis.’ You stopped to rest your forehead against his forehead, rubbing your nose softly against his own. ‘So please just let me show you how much I care for you and thank you for being you, my sweet knight.’

Argenti sighs, allowing himself to think it over in his head. He didn’t like being selfish, it felt wrong for him to be self-indulgent when he could be the one giving you the affection, but after some time he has finally come to a conclusion. ‘Alright, I willingly concede to your wishes my star, I shall be selfish with your love.’

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lustlovehart · 27 days

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Let This Be Mine

- summary: Nothing is his anymore, not even his own body, so just for once, he wants you to be something he can call his own.

- warnings: Before Boothill release, based on leaked light cone,

“Boothill, what are we exactly?”

If you were to ever ask him this, his charming cowboy persona would falter.

His eyes look back into yours, a dead stare piercing into your own eyes. In truth, the only ‘real’ part of his body left is, his face. A face he buries into your hands when you stroke his cheek, a face he lets lean into your neck whenever you hug him, a face he can feel you leave chaste kisses on.

But, his hand can’t feel the way your own fingers intertwine with his metal ones, his body can’t feel your own warmth wrap around his when you hug, his own body can’t feel you.

What are you to him? A constant reminder that he’s no longer living for himself.

Sometimes, when he looks in a mirror he catches himself thinking of you, and he doesn’t miss the way a blue seeps onto his face. He wishes he did though, he really does. It’s an unbearable reminder that, you bleed red, and he bleeds a color nowhere near it.

The pieces of pathetic metal his body is made out of, assists his feelings of shackles being bound to him.

But, you’re not apart of his synthetic life form. You’re apart of the very real side of him, the aspect of him that lets him cling onto whatever form of ‘human’ he has left. You’re a reminder of what he no longer is, but you’re also a reminder of what he has left.

Ever since being brought back to life, his first instinct was to look at his new model, closing and opening his fists as hard as he can, and not feeling anything. Repeating this cycle for days on end, until you came along. Instead of himself, he always looked at you first thing in the morning, the way you slept so peacefully, so humanly.

Moments of silence pass by before a mechanical shifting sound was heard, the cyborg bending his arms to pull you into him, caging you between his limbs and his plated torso.

“Boothill? What are you… “ the hug, it feels bone crushing yet warm, he’s not usually warm. “Are you okay…? Your system is heating up-“ he’s hugging you so tight, like you’re apart of him.

What are you to him?

“Ain’t it obvious to you?”

He would no longer live for himself.

So he’ll just live for you.

“I’m yours darlin”

I’m usually not too into writing for character pre-release, but I saw the leaks for Boothills light-cone and had to throw my two cents in.

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #vesperwrites #boothill x reader #hsr boothill x reader #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #vesconcepts

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pix3lplays · 1 month

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The first thing I thought of when seeing Boothill was "Save a horse ride, a cowboy" 🤠 But then I thought it would be adorable if his s/o took that literally and they enjoy getting piggyback rides from him all around the place.

Does he care that people give you guys looks? No. Do you take his hat and wear it while you're there? Occasionally. Does he particularly mind? Of course not, cuz it's not his hat anymore it belongs to both of you if you wanna borrow it.

…

I’ve seen the Boothill playlists, lol.

But ohhh my gosh that’s so cute.

“Boothill! Carry me.”

Doesn’t matter where. Doesn’t matter when. Sure, he’ll carry you. He’s your Favorite method of transportation. And he’s sooo strong too, given he’s a cyborg so…he has no problem carrying you whenever you’d like.

And yeah he doesn’t care at ALL what people think, why would he?

I ended up on the “how to lift someone using the bridal or fireman carry” wikihow and I’m sobbing imagining him just…slinging you over his shoulders. You wanna be carried? Fine. This is easiest so that’s what you’re getting.

But yes this leads me to the idea of really physically affectionate Boothill. He can’t keep his hands off of you.

One of his favorites is to just pull you into his lap while he’s sitting. He tends to just rest his chin on your head, holding your hand…KING of CLING.

And yeah that is no longer his hat. That is OUR hat. I bet if you have piercings the two of you can swap around earrings. Oh you have cutesy earrings exclusively?? He doesn’t care. He’ll wear whatever earrings you’ve got, very proudly too.

#suggestive #cw suggestive #I guess lol but not really #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr Boothill x reader #honkai star rail Boothill x reader #boothill x reader

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q1ngqve · 24 days

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CW; dark content, gun kink, penetration with gun (v), slight dacryphilia

boothill and gun kink grrrrrr 😼 teases you so much when you accidentally admit that you have a thing for guns and that if it’s with him, you’d feel safe

sits you on his lap, back facing him as he plays with your boobs, squeezing and pinching at your nipples!!! his teeth would be biting nonstop at your neck, leaving red marks everywhere while he teases at your clothed cunt with his gun

rips away your panties easily because he’s literally made of metal 🤭 makes you look in the mirror in front of you as he rubs the barrel against your wet folds!!!!!!!!! cooes at you because why are you so wet for a gun? are you that turned on by a piece of metal? you know it could kill you with just a click right?

he relishes in your fear and embarrassment 🗣️ uses it to his advantage and rubs the tip at your clit, making your hips buck and you whining into your hands! to which he ‘tsk’s and pulls them away >:/ you’re supposed to be looking at the way he plays with your pussy

stuffs his gun into you without warning! and you’ll cry out in terror when you hear the safety click, the sound loud and piercing, ringing in your ears 😧 you’d grab at his wrists and make eye contact with him through the mirror, eyes tearing up as he thursts his gun in and out of you

kisses you on your cheek and tells you it’s okay! don’t worry! as long as you’re good and cum for him, he won’t shoot! he would never hurt you! you’re his everything!

makes you cum so hard on his gun, you squirt 😋 he’d laugh and throw his gun away before sticking his metal fingers into you! he wants to see you do it again, but this time on his fingers!!!!!

#🀥 lan’s writings!#hsr #honkai star rail #boothill #hsr boothill #boothill x reader #boothill smut #hsr boothill smut #hsr boothill x reader #hsr smut #dark content #gun kink

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almonds-nsfw-world · 14 days

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A sweet, lil' mess for me - Boothill

.ೃ࿐𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : ̗̀➛ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

-‘๑’- summary -- Boothill just can't take his eyes off of you as your ride his metal dick, wearing only his cowboy hat~

-‘๑’- pairing -- Boothill x gn! reader

-‘๑’- status -- pre-established/ romantic/ one night stands/ fuck buddies/ frenemies

-‘๑’- situation -- cowboy/cowgirl position, his metal dick inside your hole, he wishes he could cum, tries not to let the sight of you cause a leakage in his system, adores your fucked out face

"Look at ya, drool down your lips", his grin could only widen whilst your juices ran down the metal of his cock, watching the way your thighs tensed with every slow pivot of his hips and how your tongue lolled from between your lips.

His digits were perched upon your hips, digging into the softness of your skin that sent an electrical bolt through his cables and for his gears to turn and hiss in delight - especially with the way his hat was situated upon your head - slightly too big for you of course - with the shadows dancing along your lust and needy driven eyes.

Oh how they were clouded in the pleasure that ran through your veins, all because of him.

And him alone.

"B-Boothill, it's too much", you whimpered as you bounced up and down his dick, feeling the way your spongy walls tightened around the warming metal of his piston which was coated in nothing but the stickiness of your juices and the smell of your sex.

Your thighs were quivering, your breath hitching from the way your ass cheeks clenched, struggling to roll your hips from the feelings of overwhelming pleasure.

His fingers slide up your hip, leaving a trail of coolness in their wake that had awoken goosebumps that spread itself along your arms and back, making you gasp out and shut your eyes from the sensual feeling that made your mind blank and for your drool to slither down your chin.

"Yes ya can, ya can take it sweetheart, look at ya, so cute and adorable when ya but a sweet lil' mess for me", he cooed with a twinkle of his lust within his eye while he withdrew his hips from your own, only to slam the tip of his piston back against your sweet spot, making you cry out his name and quiver from the sensitivity.

Tears slid down your cheeks like the way your hot, warm juices coated his metal cock, a sight he'll relish forever.

And fuck, if he could cum, he fucking would.

The sight of you struggling to hold yourself up while his hat fell down your eyes, covering their prettiness from his view as your lips parted - but only for your eyes to widen at the sweet, bitter taste of iron that exploded upon your tongue, causing you to glance down and see his digit swirl itself around your tongue, coating it your saliva.

"That's it sweetheart, such a good lil' thing for me, ain't ya?", his tongue ran along the ridges of his sharpened, metal teeth, feeling their sharpness against it as his eyes slowly slid down your figure, admiring the quivering of your muscles and the mess of your hair...especially the sight of your cum down his shaft, fuck, he could feel his system slightly overheat and for the oil to pressurize itself, eager to release.

He hissed from the sensations, twirling his finger one more time in your wet mouth before withdrawing it - his eyes never leaving your own as he wiped it along the skin of your collarbone, the corner of his lips curving upwards at the way you quivered, "that's it darlin', ya can take it, can ya take some more? For me? Can ya release ya pretty juices one last time?"

You could barely nod, feeling your quivering walls struggle to take anymore, the tightness of your abdomen a sign of your impending orgasm once again. Your breath hitched, your fingers weakly reaching for the tip of his hat and lifted the rim slightly to get the view of his flushed out cheeks and the daze of his hooded eyes as he glanced at you through his lashes.

Oh, he looked like an angel that came back from visiting the pits of hell.

The way his sharp teeth were sliding themselves along his lower lip and the feeling of his digit sliding itself up and down your sides while his other ran upwards towards your throat, making you raise your hips up one more time before falling down upon his piston with one more cry, coating it in all you had left as you painted his metal white.

His eyes shut and his gears constricting, forcing himself to keep his mind grounded and for his synthetic nerves to cool down before he has a real leakage within himself.

"Damn darlin', you nearly caused me a leakage", his deep husky voice and the trembling of your muscles caused you to collapse down onto the softness of the hotel sheets beneath you, feeling his digit wipe away a tear that slithered down your cheek, "my sweetpie-honey bunch, always so needy for me."

His eyes had a glimmer of cheekiness slither through their gaze, the way your skin was littered in sweat droplets that reminded him of dew upon grass. "Never again", he heard you faintly whisper into the comfort of the pillow, earning a deep, husky chuckle to fall from his lips, "Isn't that what you said last time, darlin'?"

A smirk dangled on the corner of his lips, "Cutiepie." He took his hat off you, placing it upon his head once more.

#𖤓 artwork artist: chadetteisgiga on twitter

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shirakow · 17 days

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤBoothill turned into a human

"—mh... n-no more..." It'd already been an hour since the two of you started, and Boothill could no longer form a coherent thought.

He never thought pussy would feel this fucking good. Sure he's fucked you multiple times in the past, but that was with a semi robotic cock which meant he couldn't feel it.

But now he had a human body. His once metal shell now turned into normal human skin that can feel and hurt, complete with organs.

And what better way to enjoy it than to have his pretty boy ride his new human cock? "ngh...~ can't... 'm p-passin' out sweet boy..." Boothill would sob, his hands lazily gripping onto your hips as your perfect cunt swallowed him whole.

As a robot, he'd never experienced what it truly felt to have an orgasm, and the moment he first experienced it—he felt like he was on cloud 9. Boothill almost thought he was about to die right then and there, but he wouldn't mind...

If it meant dying while being inside your tight hole then he'd choose to die as many times as he wants.

Boothill drooled, his tongue lolling out pathetically as he begged you keep going. He never wanted you to stop riding his cock.

You were practically milking him dry to the point where it hurt. "w-wait what are you—" Boothill threw his head back when you reached down and began to massage his balls as you rode him faster.

Boothills eyes rolled back as he babbled breathy 'yes's. He just couldn't pick one—stop you, or fuck his cum into your sopping wet pussy.

#boothill #hsr #hsr x male reader #hsr x afab reader #boothill x male reader #boothill x afab reader #boothill x ftm reader #boothill hsr #hsr boothill x reader #boothill x reader #honkai star rail #x ftm reader #ftm #afab reader #. . . 𝘀𝗵𝗶.𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 ?

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nvuy · 20 days

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Boothill is a “your pleasure is my pleasure” kind of guy do u agree 🎤

mdni. im snatching the mic. i got carried away ty anon for giving me an excuse to ramble about this loser.

he takes pleasing you very seriously. this is serious business. it’s like his day job.

he’s half-convinced he was given a second life just to cross paths with you, so once he’s got you, he’s not letting you go. not for a while, at least. he’s stuck to your hip like glue. wherever you go, he’s most likely right next to you.

he’s always making sure you’re catered to first.

it’s the same in bed.

he’s extremely touch starved, so while he’s got his hand between your legs, he’s also busied himself nuzzling his cheek to yours to feel you helplessly panting against his skin. or, his ear is resting against your heart. whatever works for him in the moment.

he’s absolutely smitten with how warm you get. he’s always, always, pressing himself against you one way or another. just touch all over his face, please and thank you.

he’s all for kisses too. sometimes, when he’s having a bit too much fun, he’ll get all mushy and gross. not that he already isn’t, but it somehow gets worse.

he’ll bite too. not enough to make you bleed, but enough to leave an angry mark for the next few days.

actually, he just nips you all the time. it’s a weird thing he does. don’t point fingers in his face. he’ll try eating them. he’s very strange in that way. sometimes you can be gesturing at nothing while you talk, and if your fingers get too close to his face, he’s trying to nip at them like a teething puppy. you got used to it.

great tongue too. bonus points because it’s actually real. he works his magic with it, but only after you beg enough. you gotta work to get your hands on the merchandise. his mechanics are expensive, so play nice.

if we’re getting into unserious business, the robocock is great fun. it’s got smooth ridges and it’s cold. probably customisable, too. it’s definitely possible, but whether he’s gonna wander up to some poor mechanic and ask them to add some special features… well.

either way, your pleasure is always his priority. his hobbies consist of biting every single exposed expanse of your skin and exploring new ways to make you squirm.

it’s bad enough you having to deal with this lump of steel and scrap—frankly, he doesn’t even understand what’s so appealing about it—but if you enjoy bouncing on his lap, go ahead. do it all night for all he cares. as long as you have that pretty dizzy smile on your face by the end of it all. it makes him melt into a puddle of liquid metal knowing how good he makes you feel.

he’s also VERY susceptible to puppy eyes. they’re your greatest asset, and his biggest weakness.

you figured that out after you pleaded with him to put on these clothes you bought him (and, yep. these clothes have just as many cut outs as his usual attire). you can also use them if you want to do his hair. please convince him to wear it in a high ponytail more. he has such a nice face, and it also stops his neck from overheating. those poor fans need a vacation.

it takes some convincing, especially when you show him the hair tie is actually a red sparkly ribbon. you’re going to ruin his tough guy persona. but he’ll drop anything for you, so he’ll comply. on the condition that you give him smooches afterwards. it’s also an excuse for him to indulge in how your fingers feel against his scalp.

puppy eyes, crying, begging, whatever, usually get people he’s apprehended nowhere. he doesn’t care for theatrics. not at all. a criminal is a criminal at the end of the day.

but you? aww, how can he say no to your angel eyes? wanna fuck his face? you didn’t even have to ask! just watch the teeth. and feel free to pull his hair. wanna ride him until he short circuits? sure! if you can keep up. he’s all yours.

and when you’re done, his aftercare consists of coddling and pinching your cheeks. he’ll prattle on about nothing. the subject will change to gushing over how pretty you look in his bed, to the weather tomorrow, to how he misses the taste of spaghetti. he’ll even kiss all over the marks he’s left on you. probably kicks his feet too.

he’s still so energetic it’s mind-baffling. he’s so casual about it too, acting as if he didn’t beg for you to cum on his face just ten minutes ago.

but that’s robot stamina for you. or maybe it’s just a boothill thing. who knows?

after a while he’ll calm down. i still haven't decided if he can sleep, but once you’ve fallen asleep, he’ll lay next to you and draw patterns on the nape of your neck with his fingers.

#$. after hours #$. love mail #$. anon #$. mindless prattling #boothill x reader #hsr boothill x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #boothill hsr #hsr x you #boothill

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yurinaa-world · 24 days

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Characters: Boothill, Gallaher, & Sunday, x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: Wearing their clothes

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes,

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁

He's so cold.

You could feel his cold metal arms around you, yet the side of his face was against your chest as if he wanted to hear your heartbeat or feel your body heat—just something that could make him feel alive—so at least he could feel something even if it's a little human even if that part of him was stripped from him long ago.

You were wearing a thin white shirt that he never wears since he’s always shirtless. That alone, got him wanting him to feel and touch you.

“Boothill, are you alright?”

You asked in a soft tone and rubbed his back while he hugged you tighter before looking up at you, flashing his sharp teeth and smiling at you. “Aah'm good.” Before going face-first in your chest.

You thought he wasn’t feeling too well today, yet that was the complete opposite. He's bright and alive, as usual.

“If you're fine, then why are you clutching onto me tightly?”

“Cuz’ you’re warm.” he smiles, rubbing his cheek against your chest without shame or hesitation and you feel yourself blush. He was just cute like this. “but you’re so cold.”

“Ya didn’t push meh away if aah was that cold for ya” he grins, going up to kiss you on your jawline before going down to your collarbone and pressing soft kisses there. You shiver at his cold body and the contact he had to offer, but still you held onto him while he had his way with you.

𝒢𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓇

Looking cute tonight. got the entire set on”

You look away from your book to see Gallagher lying next to you—looks like he came in the room without you even realizing—he had one of those smirks on his face that could be either smug or seductive. “What are you reading?” he asks you, eyes flicking across your shoulder, where the shirt was falling off since it was too big for you.

“Doesn't matter since you're home.” Putting your book to the side and immediately jumping on him. “Want you instead.” He laughs, pulling you down to lie on top of him.

“How was work? You look tired,” you say leaning down on his chest, whilst he rubs circles into your back. “It was alright,” he says with a sigh, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“What about you? looks like you had fun acting like me.”

“I wasn’t!”

“Why are you wearing my clothes then?” he says, lifting an eyebrow, “they’re comfortable.” “Even the tie?” He grabs “your” pink and tugs it lightly—like how you would when you want his kisses—before kissing your lips, slowly at first then more passionately as he lets go.

“But you love it don’t you,” You smile, resting your head back down on his chest.

“you know I do.”

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎

“You're..wearing my jacket?”

His eyes were wide, not expecting you to be wearing…his extra jacket from your shared closet. What a way to get his attention off from the piles of paper he’s been working on since the morning.

“Cuz’ I’m cold.” you sigh, walking over to him, and sitting right next to him before wrapping your arms around his, cozying up to him, feeling the warmth just coming off from him and into your body. “If you're that cold then you should go to bed.”

“I’ll go when you go.”

You yawn, pressing your face into his shoulder as you cling onto him like a koala—as if you didn't want him to do work but spend some time with you—hearing his breath hitch watching you cling onto him. He feels bad that he didn't give you any time.

“If you can’t go to bed with me then spend 20 minutes with me,” you mumble, making him amused by how you cling onto him almost like a cat. “20 minutes together it is.” he smiles, kissing you on the forehead. “I’m sorry for ignoring you,” he mutters, kissing you again.

“If you're sorry then make it 40 minutes.”

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moonsaver · 25 days

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Wait listen.

Yandere!Boothill who only got to know you by complete accident. It was a chance call, and when you picked up, you were met with a barrage of threats and well-implied insults. Your prolonged silence and meek response was enough to catch him completely off guard, and he realizes he's dialed the wrong person again. He jokes around a bit with you, almost apologetically, and the call ends off on a strangely light mood.

Yandere!Boothill, who either calls you on accident again, or just does it because he's got some time left over before his next mission, and he figures it'd be great having a bit of company until then. The conversation drags on a bit longer, and both of you get more and more familiar with each other. He's laughing and keeping the conversation going at speedy lengths, very obviously pleased by the company.

Yandere!Boothill, who only mentions once that he wants to come over, and you can't deny him, because barely an hour later, he's banging on your door with a barely constrained magnitude, and barges right in while you stand there, rightfully confused and unsure.

Yandere!Boothill, who's touchy but absolutely manhandles you. He's not careful in the slightest. He tells you he's sorry and he's just "tryna be friendly", but his vice grip on your arm keeps you so firmly grounded on the cushion of the sofa beside you, as if he's affirming your stay like a criminal.

Yandere!Boothill who forces you to drink with him, regardless of whether or not you even drink. Constantly pushes you to have a sip, tells you "it's barely anythin'", and fills your glass to the brim, forcing you to gulp it down until there's not a drop left. You can only hope you're not going to end up with even more bruises as you feel him manhandle you and pull you closer and almost crush you against the cool metal of his chest, your blurry vision closing into darkness as the alcohol makes you pass out. The last thing you hear is his snarling, low laughter, and the speeding whir of his system.

Yandere!Boothill, who will always find you. Wherever you go, whichever planet you decide to hop to, whatever corner you decide to hide in. He'll mark your neck just like the first time, litter your body with cute little lovebites, make you have the worst hangover of your life all over again. He'll know just which door to knock, or which door to bust down.

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gojoidyll · 1 month

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thinking of boothill x insecure ! reader.

warnings | pre-release boothill & grammatical errors

All your life there was always someone who tore you down and made you feel lesser than those around you.

But when you met Boothill, well, you thought that maybe you could finally get the peace you've been searching for. Besides, unlike everyone else, he doesn't tell you to clean your forehead so he can place a bullet between your eyes. (You saw that as a compliment since everyone else gets threatened here and there.)

However, your scars, though invisible and deeply rooted where no one can see, are still there. Eating away at you.

And you know that someone tampered with Boothill's Synesthesia Beacon, so you know that when he says something like "cutie" it isn't something nice at all.

Which is why you couldn't stop that nagging feeling in the back of your head everytime Boothill calls you as such.

"Hey cutie-"

"Cutie."

"So, how about it, cutie?"

His tone would always be flirtatious and smooth. But, you were never good at reading people. Was he mocking you? Was he abusing his tampered beacon and using it as a chance to call you crude names without you knowing?

It always made your body tense and your eyes to look away from him.

Boothill was always quick to notice your change in demeanor when the nickname would leave his lips.

"Watch ya overthinking about now, cutie?"

Now it was one of those rare days where he didn't have anyone to chase after or a bounty to collect, and here you were sitting at a bar all by your lonesome self. And, as per usual, he didn't fail to notice your tensed up shoulders the moment "cutie" left his mouth.

"Nothing..."

"Don't be like that, cutie, go on and tell ol' Boothill what's troubling ya."

He decided to push your buttons. If you weren't going to answer him normally, then calling you cutie a bunch of times was bound to do the trick.

"Can you," you mumbles the rest of your request causing him to lean into you. Your elbows just barely touching as you gripped your class of (favorite) drink tightly. The condensation of the glass soaking your hands.

"What was that, cutie?"

He emphasized the nickname while being sure to pop the "t".

"That nickname... please stop calling me that. I know your synesthesia beacon is broken, so i-"

"Let me stop ya right there," he threw and arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him. The cool metal was a stark contrast to the heat you could feel radiating off of him. It was an odd feeling.

"I got that beacon fixed a few months ago and even before I got it fixed.. when I would call you cutie or something else, it was never meant to be an insult."

You opened and closed your mouth trying to find the words to say something, anything.

HE GOT IT FIXED?!?!?!

"I- you- what?!"

He laughed at your dumbfounded expression and gave your hip a firm slap, "the expressions you make are sure worthwhile to see, cutie. Now, let's drink!"

After that, you were sad to say that your insecurities were still there. They still haunted you everytime you looked in a mirror or were around people who you genuinely thought were better than you in every possible way.

But when you were with Boothill, well, he made you feel worth it.

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gay-dorito-dust · 8 days

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I wanna kiss HSR men on the forehead and tell them I’m proud of them. May I request some HCs of their reaction?

Aventurine practically melts the moment your hands held his face with a warm tenderness as your thumbs softly caressed his cheeks, causing him to close his eyes and eagerly lean into your touch.

He could feel every ounce of love you had towards him in such a simple touch that he wondered how that could even be possible.

How easy you made it seem to be able to convey all your thoughts and feelings in something small like a touch of a hand, a brush of shoulders, or even a nudging of a foot; something that shouldn’t convey as much heavy emotions but did whenever you were the one performing those small gestures.

Not to mention that most of those small but impactful gestures were directed towards him made Aventurine wonder whatever could he -out of everyone else- have possibly done to even remotely deserving of any of it.

‘I’m proud of you Kakavasha.’ You said as you lifted a hand to push away his bangs and press a loving kiss to his forehead, making him whimper and press further against your lips, silently begging you for more. ‘I’m so proud of you.’ You add as you pressed another kiss to his forehead.

Such simple words and a peck to his forehead shouldn’t have so much effect over Aventurine but it did as his eyes shot open the moment he felt you pull away, looking at you with his pretty eyes with something you’ve never seen before as he muttered under his breath.

‘What was that?’ You then asked as Aventurine sighs, leaning back against the bed. ‘I said I wanted more…please can I have more.’

‘You can have as many as your heart desires.’ You tell him, pressing a third and a fourth kiss to his forehead as he allows himself to properly relax under your seemingly magical touch, letting kiss away his thoughts until only you remained.

Argenti would smile sweetly as he watched you push his bangs back to reveal his forehead, feeling your warm breath fan across his skin as your lips closed the distance between you as you pressed a tender kiss to his forehead.

‘I’m so proud of you Aregenti.’ You whispered but the cherry haired knight hear you clear as day.

‘Whatever for my beloved rose.’ He’d replied as he kept you close, wishing for nothing more than to commit this tender moment to his memory ever more.

You shrug. ‘Am I not allowed to say that I’m proud of you in general rather than say it after you’ve done something spectacular? Don’t that seem a little redundant?’ You asked as Argenti chuckled, bringing his face close and nudging his nose gently against your own.

‘It does indeed.’ He agrees before posing a question of his own. ‘But wouldn’t the words loose their meaning after a while if we were to say how proud we are of each other after everything?’

‘No.’ You answered without hesitation as you looked into his pretty eyes that you loved to see first thing in the mornings you’ve shared together thus far. ‘Not if they come from your lips they don’t. I don’t think I could ever grow tired if you were to tell me how proud of me you were.’ You admit and Argenti made a face.

‘Do I not do that enough already?’ He asks genuinely curious as you smile, kissing his cheek.

‘You do but at least let me return the favour now and then. I want to praise my beautiful knight more often than not.’ You murmured against his skin.

Argenti hums as he kisses your forehead. ‘You already do so just by smiling lovingly at me. I don’t need words of praise to fall from your lips when your actions speak far louder but if that’s what you wish, then it shall be granted my beloved rose.’

Sunday

His wings would flutter when you kiss his forehead after a long day of preventing The Family from collapsing in on itself.

‘I’m so proud of you.’ You uttered into his ear, making him gasp as his wings would instinctively twitch at the sound of your voice due to their hyper sensitivity.

Then he would regain composure and smile graciously at you. ‘Thank you my beloved. It is truly a relief knowing that I’m doing right by you to earn your love and your praise, I shall not waste them.’

Sunday lives and breaths on your praises as though they were the only things giving him life. So whenever you do give him praise for anything, Sunday feels more and more validated into continuing whatever he was doing in hopes of earning more in the future.

You had a powerful, powerful man who had an innate need to prove himself to you in order to gain your trust, love and respect and won’t stop until he had it in droves.

All this was within him and locked behind a calm, cool and levelheaded facade.

He may not look like he was heavily affected by your actions and sweet words on the outside but internally his need to keep you happy and proud of him outweighed everything else as the happier you were, the less likely you were to attempt to leave him later on.

Boothill

He impatiently waits for the days where you bless his face with kisses and whatnot.

It’s his ultimate weakness and you knew that face very well whenever you watched as his cheeks went all flushed, making this shark teethed man looked about as harmless as a puppy dog, when in actuality he was anything but harmless.

‘I’m so proud of you.’

You had this man weak in the knees from that alone, but the fact that you went out of your way to press a kiss to his forehead oh so sweetly had him practically kneeling before you in worship.

‘Whatever for darling?’ He’d ask.

‘Just for being genuine yourself.’ You would response, kissing his forehead a second time and pulling back to watch as he smiled dopily.

‘If me just being myself is enough to earn me some forehead kisses and sweet praises from someone as sweet as you, then count me in sweetheart.’ He would then say as he practically melted he felt your hands as they held his face still as you kissed his forehead for a third time.

Boothill thrived off of your affection.

It was his personal drug that he could never get enough of.

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cultrise · 12 days

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·.⌇ BULLET CATCHER. BOOTHILL

✶ SYNOPSIS boothill decides you’re too weak to join him on his mission. his solution? teach you how to fight.

✶ CONTENTS suggestive content, lots of tension, shy boothill??, mentions of blood, not much description abt the reader just her being shorter than him (istg this man is insanely tall), all curse words changed by his synesthesia beacon are in italics, i want him so bad help. ᵎᵎ wc 1.6k

your body hits the floor with a thud, pain resonating from your abdomen all the way to your skull. you try to get up, palms slipping on the cold surface.

thud!

you groan as you hit the floor again, cursing under your breath. how did he even manage to hit you that time?

the sounds of leather boots get near, steps slow and almost agonising. a slow, metallic clap fills the silence of the room.

“good job! ya’ managed to last 2 minutes. say, if i warn ya’ next time, will ya’ finally be able t��dodge my attacks?” you feel your temple pulse with anger as boothill’s voice continues to keep pressing on your nerves.

“you misled me! you looked like you were going to block my punch and you spun and kicked me! how’s that any fair?” you protested, looking up at the grinning man in front of you. boothill bends down as if talking to a child.

“fightin’ ain’t fair, sweetheart. y’can’t expect a cutie t'play fair” his nose scrunches at the unwanted voice filter. god, he was infuriating. for 2 hours you had repeatedly failed to land any blows while he took every chance to knock you down and irritate you. you were sure to have bruises all over you.

a metallic hand extends in front of you, ever so gentlemanly. you scoff at him, earning a quick smirk. the moment your palm touches his cold one, boothill expertly helps you up, with no effort. a fleeting hint of arousal washes over you at the evident difference in physical power. you quickly brush away the thought.

"now, should i kick your lovely face again?" boothill grins, flashing his white teeth at you. you ponder surprise-kicking his face in.

"keep talking like that. see what good it does you" you threaten. boothill's body leans back on the wall, watching you with an amused stare. you take note of the way his eyes peek from under the tip of his hat, scanning you intently.

"oh? got any fantasies about what to do to me, princess? do tell" he crosses his arms, leaning forward, beckoning you. you knew well enough how empty your threat sounded to him. you intended to do anything to uphold it, even if it meant spending the entire night locked up in that room with him. you couldn't just let him lord his combat skills over your head.

"plenty. something along the lines of ripping your arm and beating you to death with it" you snarl. boothill erupts in wild laughter, almost losing his balance. a vein on your temple starts pulsating with anger. you had to win one sparring match. you absolutely had to wipe that grin off his face.

"how charming! didn' know y'got off to that. i'd like to see that" he cocks up a brow teasingly, watching your own furrow. the sole implication of it makes your mind run wild.. no, you have to concentrate on kicking his ass!

"oh, don't worry! i'll save you front-row seats" you drily indulge him. boothill snorts, walking in your direction. he circles you twice, seemingly analysing whether you have what it takes to carry out such a threat. he stops behind you, bending in to whisper into your ear.

"y'gonna stop daydreaming and put y'r plan in action instead?"

with swift motion you reach your right hand back, grabbing the gun in his holster and turning, pointing it at him. boothill smirks at your bold move but soon enough shakes his head in disapproval. had you forgotten he was a cyborg? how foolish.

within seconds his left index and middle finger take the shape of a gun barrel and he points it back at you without hesitation. the barrel heats and, taking notice of it, you block his aim by hitting his hand with the blunt side of the gun’s magazine. in doing so, the bullet fires into the nearby table and boothill jumps back, taking a look at the dent in his wrist.

"lovely. y'gotta pay for that" he looks up at you, only to notice you trying to create a makeshift distraction from some of the items in the room. he chuckles, eyeing down your movements "now we're talking!"

the sparring goes on for quite a while, with bullets and objects being thrown all over the place. the sounds of clanking metal and breaths of effort go on for a while.. until he has you cornered.

you curse under your breath once mroe. you had been doing so well.. just how did he manage to steal his gun back? boothill approaches, kicking the gun to the other end of the room with the tip of his boot, out of your reach.

a cocky smile overtakes his features, his gun still pointed at you as he nears. you look like cornered prey to him, unable to escape, proving him right. you count your escape options, though it doesn't seem like it'd change much. you had to think of something. and fast.

"y'done?" boothill asks plainly, getting closer to you and pressing his gun between your ribs. he won't fire it, you know that much. who would he agonise then? but it seems like there's no way out. in a real situation, you'd be dead where you stand, bleeding out from a gunshot wound to your side.

"this was cute an' all, but it proved my point. you'd be useless as my partner" his gun retracts, merging back into two steel fingers as he looks down at you. you, on the other hand, are seething, close to seeing red. your mind goes haywire trying to find options to gain the upper hand.

"you think you've won? i can still fight back" you press, boothill sighing.

"ya' could, but what difference would it make? i could pull out my gun again and jus—"

your hands grab his shoulders, making him stall before you tiptoe and hit your forehead against his nose as hard as you can. he stumbles, completely taken aback, hand flying to his now bloody nose.

you seize the chance to flee, reaching for your revolver and approaching him once more, you push it to his temple and ask, "y'done?" mimicking his tone.

boothill's mouth is agape, eyes repeatedly shutting and closing, as to evade the pain. he tries to straighten his back, but he gets reminded of the position he's put in as you press the tip of the barrel to his head.

he scoffs, then grins and fully starts laughing at the realisation "hug me, that was good!.. ow!.. that really hurt, you cutie!" he drags a finger, under his nostril, cleaning himself up.

"you got any more witty comments?" you attach one hand to your hip looking down at him. your eyes glisten with pride as he raises his arms up in defence.

"i must admit. ya' had me there. y'win" he complies before you jump up, ecstatic.

"fuck YES! fuck you, you son of a bitch!" you yell at him, earning only a laugh back. he decides to let you enjoy it. after all, you did get him. and not only that, you got him good.

"yeah yeah... i went easy on you and let you win" he glances at you, waiting for a reaction.

"or maybe i had you at gunpoint. face it, i won fair and square."

"or maybe i just like being held at gunpoint but hot women" he towers over you, grinning. you roll your eyes, shrugging.

"whatever, make up any excuse you want. i still got your ass" you press a finger to his hard chest "not to mention, you're bleeding"

"y'really didn' have to hit that hard... you probably broke my beautiful nose" he presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose, looking for any bumps that would indicate broken bones. "now y're gonna have to kiss it better" he shrugs, closing his eyes with a small smirk.

when his eyes open, however, he notices your face getting nearer to his. his mouth falls open, eyes instantly going to your lips. was that all it took? a simple joke to get you to kiss him? boothill's throat goes dry, eyelids closing again.

click!

he opens them for a second time, startled. you look up at him, amused, as he looks to his side. you had leaned over to put his gun back into the holster which hung off his waist. he feels his cheeks heat.

"not in your wildest, wettest dreams" you retort his proposal, heading for the door. boothill's brain spins. what was that reaction?

his eyes shift to the door as you turn on your heels to face him again "oh, i almost forgot. i'll see you on our mission tomorrow. maybe get your nose fixed before that?" you snort before leaving the room.

boothill is entranced, walking over to the table and placing his hat down, contemplating. he closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down, but the image of you getting closer replays in his head. he remembers the exact curve of your lips, how soft and inviting they looked, your beautiful eyes, the proud look in your eyes when you finally won against him and when you cursed him down...

"system: overheat!" his cyborg body beeps.

"great!" boothill slams a fist on the table, putting a dent in it before he turns and leans on it, placing his palm over his mouth. it was insanely frustrating how he wasn't allowed to curse out loud. no, that wasn’t it.

boothill's face goes red. he runs an impatient hand through his hair, sighing. what the fuck was wrong with him? his body beeps again, signalling more overheating of his mechanical components. he knew he was screwed.

the only thing replaying in his mind is you. boothill's palms and fingers grip the ends of the table.

"what in the world am i g'nna do tomorrow?..."

#𐙚 — pages.#honkai star rail #hsr #boothill hsr #boothill #boothill x reader #hsr x reader #boothill honkai star rail #hsr boothill #hsr boothill x reader #WE BACK #thank you to this cowboy for getting me back into writing #it was about damn time

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pix3lplays · 1 month

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Apparently boothill can’t curse and it’s always replaced with something nicer, or how I like to say “family friendly” (cuz it pretty much is 😭😭)

There’s so many funny things that can happen with that.

Imagine playing against him in a game and instead of cursing you out he’s saying weirdly nice things at you while clearly looking mad

-🪄

I was having the EXACT same thought actually, lol.

At first you couldn’t really tell when he was angrily cursing you or someone else out, or tossing compliments like confetti.

But yeah eventually you get used to it and you learn to understand his tone. He can say the exact same thing and your reaction can range from “aww thanks babe…” to “HEY, watch your LANGUAGE >:(“ you can just tell his intents at this point.

Boothill gives the energy of that one tweet that was like, “Uno really brings out the worst in people. My uncle just slammed his gun onto the table over this.”

Like why am I picturing Boothill doing that while showering someone with compliments aggressively?? Boothill please, calm down.

I don’t think there’s any proof yet, but he strikes me as temperamental so I imagine this happens a lot, haha…

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr boothill x reader #Boothill x reader #honkai star rail Boothill x reader

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marcusakito · 20 days

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Boothill x Mechanic!Reader

I was inspired by a post from @buggytales so please show them some love for this amazing idea!

CW: I feel like Boothill is OOC and has my own hcs mixed in since it's written before his release, but that's about it.

Names Used: Darlin', Sweetheart

For as long as Boothill can remember, he's been the rootin' tootin' cyborg cowboy of the galaxy. The gunslinging galaxy ranger, fighting evil and bringing justice. His mechanical augmentations were a byproduct of his lifestyle, starting off with just an arm, then a leg, or perhaps a part of his chest? It was a blur now, because before he knew it, he was less human than machine. But that never really bothered him, not when he's got the best mechanic this side of the galaxy; you.

You weren't his first mechanic by any means, but you certainly were the first he trusted with all his being. Your shop was small, hidden away in a busy market district of your home planet. It wasn't famous, nor was it busy at any given day, so it always made you wonder what got Boothill to visit your shop. Some would call it fate, or maybe it was mere chance that he stumbled into the store needing urgent repairs. Nevertheless, since that faithful day, he's been your loyal customer ever since. Whether it be a phone call from you asking how he's been, a routine maintenance to make sure his systems are in working order, or repairs from a battle, he was happy hearing you, seeing you, he loved everything about you.

His heart may now be a machine, having a steady, rhythmic beat. But he swears it beats faster when he's close to you.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

"Welcome!" You greet, looking up from your desk behind the counter. A smile forms on your lips once you see it's Boothill. He returns your bright smile with his own as he leans on the countertop. "It's not your maintenance day, so do you need anything repaired?" You ask as you eye him up and down for any visible damages, to which there were none.

"My handgun ain't workin', was hopin' you'd take a look at it."

"You can place it on my table-Oh!" You couldn't help but giggle when Boothill placed his left arm on your desk, his body halfway over the counter.

"What? Ya said to place it on your desk!" He laughed along with you, his heart skipping a beat when he heard your laugh. He's heard it countless times, but it always made his day to hear it.

"Come around here and let me take a look." Boothill nodded and circled around the counter, sitting next to you on the spare stool. You gently took his left arm, using a tool to inspect it further. "It seems the cylinder isn't revolving like it's supposed too... Don't worry, it's an easy fix!" You smiled reassuringly, carefully dismantling the arm and repairing it. "This has been broken for a while now, weren't their any repair shops on the planet you were on?"

"There's plenty, but none of 'em were as good as you."

"If you say so." You playfully rolled your eyes as you continued the repair. That is until a question caught you off guard.

"Why you always so gentle, darlin'?" The cyborg couldn't help but ask as you work. "Am I more fragile than I'm thinkin'?"

"No, no, I'm just... worried I might hurt you, that's all." At this, Boothill laughed heartily, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye out of habit.

"You ain't gonna hurt me darlin'! I trust you, more than any mechanic in the galaxy." Your cheeks flushed red and you avert your gaze, opting to stare at the floor. "Aww what's that look for? It's only the truth."

Taking a deep breath, you look up at him. "T-That's really sweet of you, but why me? I don't think I'm the best, you know." Boothill gave a dismissive wave and took your hand in his.

"You don't gotta be the best, you've taken care of me plenty! I'm trustin' you with all of me, sweetheart, don't ya forget it." He winked and you felt your heart pounding in your chest as your face reddens.

"Thank you..." You take deep breaths and calm your emotions.

"I should be thankin' you." He let go of your hands, allowing you to finish your repair work. A soft smile on your face as you work, he was mesmerized watching you. He couldn't take his eyes off of you for even a moment. Before he knew it, you were already done. Which sadly meant it was time for him to go again.

Aeons did he hate leaving your side, even if he came back in a few months for a check-up or a repair within weeks.

But that's why he cherishes every moment he's got with you working on him. Perhaps one day, when he's not so busy, he'll take you out for a date or two.

"Before you go, I have an idea I have for a new augmentation!" You pulled out a few blueprints from under your desk and showed it to the cowboy. Boothill snorted and tried to contain his laughter.

"Butt lasers? Darlin' I don't think I'm gonna have use for that."

"What? But think about it, what if your arms and legs malfunction and you can't move?"

"What makes ya think anyone's gonna defeat me and I ain't able to kick and shoot 'em?"

"Well, um... It's just a precaution, that's all." Boothill stood up and took your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

"Don't worry too much darlin'. I ain't gettin' roughed up all that much, wouldn't want ya to worry." He thought for a moment. "But if it makes ya happy, feel free to add it next time I visit. Some extra firepower will do me good, even when I got three guns." He slapped the gun on his waist and flexed his metal arms, causing you to giggle.

"Okay then. I'll see you around, space cowboy." With a tip of his hat, Boothill headed out of your store.

"See ya, darlin'."

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr boothill #boothill x reader #hsr boothill x reader

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