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q1ngqve · 12 days

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ᝰ VIP ROOM !

✶ 𓏲ּ ꩜ 𓂅 the penacony grand theater cordially invites you to V.I.P. room 2 this friday evening for a musical!

CW; fem! reader x penacony men (separated), vaginal penetration, fingering, slight degradation & voyeurism, vibrator, bondage, ‘daddy’ (only for gallagher)

𐙚 AVENTURINE

your gasps ring in his ears as he slides one of your leg onto his lap, spreading you apart effortlessly. his grip on your thigh is tight and steady, clearly having no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

snuggled next to him on the sofa, you feel his arm draped around you, holding both your wrists together, and smirking when you squirm to reach for your dress.

your eyes dart to his face, observing his furrowed brows and the angry smirk as he stares back into your eyes, clear jealousy written in those colourful irises. he leans in close, lips just inches apart from yours, and you feel his breathing turn erratic as his eyes darken, "you love teasing me, don't you?"

"I was just saying hi to an old friend..."

"did you not see the way he looked at you?"

your head shakes cautiously, nails digging softly into your own skin, "m' sorry." aventurine pecks you on your lips, the glossy lipstick staining his own in the process.

another whimper sounds as his gloved fingers slide under your thighs, the soft pads of his black gloves resting snugly against your clothed, pulsing nub. his smirk reappears when the wetness soaks through your panties and onto his gloves, soft squelching sounds reverberate in the VIP room.

your head falls against his shoulder, wrists still bound by his hand, legs spread and trembling on his lap. your boyfriend teases at your earlobes, nipping at the tender skin, sending shivers down your spine with each bite.

his deft fingers slides under your panties, and you hear him chuckle into your ear at how drenched you are for him, making it so easy for his two fingers to slip right into your warm hole.

"who do you belong to, hmm?"

he releases your wrists, the now free hand reaching up to your throat, pulling you closer to his face again.

"—you."

"good girl."

the air gets knocked out of your chest as he pushes you onto the sofa, his fingers still pumping and curling in your pussy harshly, his pace only increasing with each cry of his name you let out.

an embarrassing squelch sounds as he removes them, and you whine at the empty feeling inside you, the ring of muscle clenching at nothing as your hands reach for his nape.

"please— need you so bad..." a satisfied hum leaves him as he leans down to kiss your forehead, pushing his fingers in again without warning at the same time. your legs tense, and your toes curl, a loud moan escaping you, only to get muffled by him stuffing your dress into your mouth.

"all of this," his lips latch onto your neck as they suckle on the sensitive spots, "is for me," littering them with beautiful hickeys that he'll admire later on, "and me only." the musical on stage turning into background noise.

𐙚 BOOTHILL

boothill grunts into your dripping pussy as your fingers pull on the roots of his hair, tugging both away and towards your core, uncertain if you want more or to escape this torment.

"stay still, sweetheart."

a soft "can't—" escapes you, making him cock an eyebrow, his mouth never stopping, licking and sucking at your puffy clit. the silent command from his eyes has you tensing your thighs as his grip tightens, and you're sure his metal fingers will leave marks there tomorrow.

moans of his name fill the room as he frees on hand to slide under your dress and up to your chest, the cool metal wrapping around your boob comfortably. your body shrinks as he plays with the soft bundle of nerves, thumb and pointer finger pinching at your nipple occasionally, making your pussy clench.

his eyes roll to the back of his head the moment his tongue dips into your warm core, your juices and gummy walls sending his engine into overdrive. you swear if he were in a cartoon, there'd be smoke coming out of his back right now.

"pretty girl tastes so (fucking) good." hums when your legs clench around his head, "all this, just for me."

your eyes water as you come undone on his tongue. the sound of fans whirring before you drags you back to reality as he stands, flipping you around so that you're kneeling on the sofa with your hands on the backrest.

whines leave you as he flips your dress up and tears your panties easily. the familiar feeling of cool metal dick has you lying limp on the backrest, your hips involuntarily grinding back against him.

"eager, aren't we?"

muffled whimpers sound from you as you bury your face into the cushions, knowing that you'll be making extremely embarrassing sounds the moment he enters you.

a loud groan escapes boothill as he slides into you, the cool, hard metal of his dick a clear contrast to your soft, warm, and inviting walls, wrapping around him like a vice.

his hand slips around your mouth to cover up your obscene sounds as he pounds into you, unable to contain his hunger any longer. you're now locked in a position that allows him to manhandle and control you easily, body fully limp and putty in his arms, just the way he likes.

𐙚 DR. RATIO

a small smile adorns your lips as you stare straight ahead, looking out at the balcony and onto the stage where the musical is happening, clearly avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend who's burning holes through your head.

your hand inches up his thigh, nails scraping slightly with each movement, your own legs clench whenever you feel his muscles tense beneath the pads of your fingers.

an audible sigh could be heard from him when you palm him through his pants, a clear bulge forming under your hand, making your smile bigger. "someone's excited."

"shut up."

you giggle softly as your fingers wrap around the bulge, while your pointer finger draws slow circles on his clothed tip, a dark spot forming slowly on his pants from his arousal.

you yelp suddenly when you feel yourself stand and be placed into a forceful position. your elbows scrape on the table beneath you as you trying your best to stand steady on your legs all the while looking over your shoulder, a teasing smile on your face.

"what? can't take it already?"

ratio's eyes narrow at your comment before pushing down on the small of your back, making your body press harder onto the cold table surface.

something changes in the air when he huffs a laugh, his hands now gripping at your hips, holding you in place as he starts dry humping against you. he leans down, caging you beneath him as he slides one knee between your legs, and you know, you're in danger.

you squirm in his hold, hips inching forward, digging into the edge of the table, trying your best to run away, your fight or flight kicking in, knowing he isn't going to go easy on you for teasing him.

he pulls you back harshly, so hard you stumble back into his chest. "where do you think you're going?" this wipes the smirk off your face.

you shudder when he kisses down your nape to your shoulder blades, and all you could do was hold your breath, praying that he's not going to be too rough on you as punishment.

you could feel the smugness from the man behind you as he pulls himself out and slides into your panties, coating himself with your wetness, the tip sliding against your clit with each thrust.

now you're the one biting back moans, hands reaching backward to claw at his wrists, an indication that you want him to fuck you. ratio chuckles at your feeble attempt to command him, and he leans down again, this time nearer to your ear, never stopping his movements, sliding against your folds harshly.

"this is for fucking with me when you know you can't handle my teasing."

𐙚 GALLAGHER

as the curtains shut behind the two of you, you trip down the steps, pulling gallagher by his tie. your heels coming off with each step towards the display shelf at the side of the VIP room.

your grip on him strong, like a leash, leading the man before you to collide against your soft body as you lean on the shelf. one strap of your dress slips down your shoulder, a testament to your impatience to feel him against you.

gallagher's hands land on either side of your head, trapping you between the shelf and his body. the sheer size of this man completely envelops you, providing cover if anyone were to look for you behind him.

a giggle escapes you as he kisses your jaw and down to your collarbone. "couldn't wait till we got home?"

your head shakes as you bit your lower lip softly, head tilting upwards, silently inviting him to kiss you. he ignores your request, choosing instead to plant a sweet kiss on your forehead as he runs his hands along the curves of your body, eventually resting on your waist and hip.

you whine when he doesn't kiss you where you want him too, "just wanna feel you, daddy. please?" his smug smile widens at your plea before he pulls your lower body against his own, his bulge resting comfortably on your lower stomach.

"keep it down, okay? they're still out there."

you nod, and a soft " good girl" from him weakens your knees as you relax against his hold, allowing his hands to bunch your dress upwards, freeing himself from his restraints.

your gasps are swallowed by his hot mouth against yours, his thrusts slow and deliberate. your toes dig into the carpeted floor beneath you at the stretch. everything feels heightened knowing that the attendants outside the room could intrude any second and see this filthy scene adds to the pleasure.

gallagher pulls back, panting softly as he angles himself to your g-spot, only to kiss you harshly again, muffling your moans with his tongue. the mind-numbing sensations has you cumming around him almost instantly. you fall limp against him, but he doesn't give you a chance to rest, before propping you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, pounding into you roughly, chasing his own high this time.

"filthy little girl, moaning my name like that. you want them to catch us, don't you?"

𐙚 SUNDAY

a clear look of fear appears in your eyes as your back hits the wall next to the balcony, knowing you have nowhere else to run from the man standing before you.

sunday smiles as he approaches you, his hands reaching for the rope that controls the curtains' movements. "what're you planning to do with that?" the shakiness in your voice betrays you as you try to feign confidence, tilting your chin up slightly as your last resort to prove that you're not scared.

with a flourish, sunday twirls the golden rope in his gloved hands before yanking on it sharply, swiftly closing the balcony curtain. the dimly lit room takes on a more intimate aura as he reaches for your wrists, brushing his lips against them softly like a gentleman, although his eyes betray a predatory gleam that sends your knees weak.

"tug on it, and the whole grand theater will see you."

confusion flickers across your face at his warning, until you feel the bind of your wrists by the very rope he held.

drawing you closer by your waist, sunday twirls you around to face the deep red curtains as he slips his hand under your dress, inserting something cool into your heated core. a soft buzz sounds between your legs, causing you to instinctively lurch forward.

"sunday—!"

he silences your protest with a soft shush, his hands teasing your chest and clit while his hot mouth leaves hickeys on your neck. your arms remained raised slightly, fighting the urge to tug on the rope, knowing the consequences if the curtains do part.

soft cries leave your trembling lips as he increases the speed with a click of the remote in his pocket. leaning back against him, your body surrender fully, giving him full access to your body.

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hotpinkstars · 15 days

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DAUGHTER - boothill x reader

- boothill brings home a baby girl he found in the grass one late night.

- read boothills lore and SOBBED. NOBODY TALK TO ME RN. anyways i had to write about his adoptive daughter but if he had a spouse at the time bc dad boothill is so precious imo cryingngnfsnakskf anyways..

- pre cyborg boothill, major boothill backstory spoilers, written before release wc 582

Boothill was home fashionably late tonight. He never specified why though, leaving you to your thoughts on his ranch.

You both agreed to buy a farm together, considering he grew up around horses and cattle. His fathers taught him how to tend to the animals, taught him creativity, and overall gave him a fine life.

You both had talked about having some children of your own, but that thought hadn’t become a reality due to your busy schedules. That was, though, until he walked through the door of your shared home, cradling a baby in his arms.

She was a pretty little thing- with pale blue eyes and white hair poking through her scalp. She seemed to be a newborn, with how tiny she was.

“Look what I found, just sitting in the grass,” he said in a slight whisper, not wanting to startle the baby. “She’s pretty, ain't she?”

Your eyes widen slightly as you sit up from your place on your shared bed. You take a sharp inhale before motioning for Boothill to hand you the baby. He carefully rests her in your arms, sitting down on your side of the bed as you hold the fragile being in your grasp. You coo to her as Boothill watches you with adoration.

“She’s gorgeous,” you smile, looking down at the girl who was happily clapping in your arms. “Do we know her parents? I’d hate to just take someone's child…”

“No parent was in sight. I also highly doubt someone would jus’ leave their kid in the middle of nowhere,” he said, patting the girl on the head. “If I find a parent, we’ll give her to em’.”

You nod in agreement, allowing the baby to grab onto your pointer finger. She seemed so happy, you almost didn’t want to let her go.

You both soon took her into your bathroom, running a lukewarm bath in your sink and putting the lightest type of soap you could find into the water. You wanted to give her a little bath, considering he found her outside, and you didn’t know what she’d have on her. You also didn’t know how long she’s been outside.

You unwrapped her from the makeshift blanket Boothill tore from his shirt and set her down slowly into the water. She didn’t seem to fuss, so you proceeded to wash her body. Boothill stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, looking at something on his phone. You finished cleaning the tiny girl before wrapping her in a soft, warm towel.

“Babe, where are we going to find clothes for this poor thing? She’s probably freezing!” You stress, crossing your arms and sighing as you watch the little girl squirm in the towels hold.

“I’ll head out tomorrow morning and get some necessities. ‘Was thinkin’ about those things too, like how she’s gonna eat and all that.”

“Ugh, that’s another thing to worry about,” you turn around, facing him. “Babies her age don’t eat, and I can’t produce milk.”

At this point, it was late in the night. Who knows what time, all you know is that you should be asleep. But instead, you’re up caring for a little girl who wasn’t even yours.

“Is she just going to sleep with us tonight?” He asked, getting ready for bed.

“I mean, where else would we put her? We don’t have a crib!” You lightly picked her up, placing her on your lap as you rocked her to sleep.

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azlrse · 2 months

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➳ unintentionally (a boothill x gn!spouse!reader oneshot)

cw: major angst w/ open ending, reader has a bruise (unintentionally) from their ranger husband, accidental slap (also unintentional), established relationship, married au, lots of apologies and crying present here, ooc boothill (first time writing for him)

a/n: alright, as soon as i saw boothill for the first time, I was like "bet lemme write something for him". he's gonna be ooc cause 1. i didn't play the game yet (cries incompatible tablet) and 2. i am still learning the roots of this game's lore (and him once he's released) lol

!! fic contains sensitive topic, steer clear if this fic ain't your piece of cake !!

"darlin'?" a voice called out in the side of the storage room. "please come out, i-i didn't mean to hit you and im really sorry.." your husband called out for you softly to avoid scaring you further. his constant knocking and coercing you to come out lasted for 5 minutes, making you curl up further within the corner of the walls. "leave me alone.." you meekly spoke, voice still hoarse from your earlier cries as you held your bruised, swollen face.

his constant knocking just faded away as you sobbed, using your free hand to wipe away your snot and tears dripping from your face. if you just steer clear from him and not pestering him because of his anger, you wouldn't be hit and to be screamed by boothil to just leave him alone. you knew that your husband is like a dynamite, ready to explode at any moment due to his occupation. boothill assures you that he will never lay a hand on you, even when the both of you are either arguing or disagreeing over something that's simple and stupid.

but this day, he broke that one promise that kept you safe since the day he asked you out. just because of his anger towards that one outlaw who's on the run for weeks. almost captured but alas, his luck ran out once again as the prisoner kept on taunting him that he will never be caught by him.

boothill, on the other side of the door, won't give up as he waits for you to open the door and letting him treat your bruised lip and swollen cheek. he knows that it's not an excuse for him to let out such anger towards his spouse. guilt kept on creeping through his system, hearing you sobbing telling him to just leave you alone. "im sorry, sugar.." he sadly spoke, reluctantly returning to the sleeping quarters that the both of you shared.

at around 4:30 am, he quietly opens the door of the storage room and looks around to see if you are sleeping soundly; tear stains on your face, a bruised and swollen cheek, and using a rolled towel as your pillow. his heart shattered what he has done to you and knew that he doesn't deserve your forgiveness. he feared that there will be a day that you would leave him all by himself, all because of how he acted towards his own emotions and anger.

boothil scooped you into his arms as your head leaned towards his warm body. he knew that you liked it when you huddled close towards his chest as he placed a chaste kiss on your head. placing you on the shared bed, he cleans your bruises and places an ice pack on the side of you. he stared at your sleeping face for sometime before he murmurs soft apologies to you, even promising that he will never do again.

the soft light from the curtains woke you up from your sleeping slumber after the ordeal last night. 'strange..' you thought to yourself as you saw the ceiling of the bedroom you shared with your husband, not the plain white ceiling from the storage room where you seek safety during your husband's anger episode. you placed a hand on your bruised cheek and felt a small gauze on top of it and a bit of cold from the ice pack he placed on the side of your face last night.

you tried to get off the bed but felt a robotic arm wrapped around your waist. "no, no..." boothill softly murmurs. "five more minutes sugar, needin' you here right now.." a wave of anxiousness just came rushing towards you as you saw your husband on the bed with you, snuggling as he finally woke up from his sleep; his cropped jacket is gone and only had a pair of short as his sleeping attire, his hair smells like newly lit cigarettes from his trip to the saloon yesterday.

if you aren't anxious, you would be flustered of his appearance.

"mornin' sugar.." he softly spoke as he leans in to give you a kiss. afraid, you quickly jumped off the bed and quickly make a beeline for the storage room once again. "w-wait!" his quick reflexes caught your arm. "don't leave me, let's talk it here my love. I know what I did is unacceptable and I'm really sorry for hitting you." Silence looms within the bedroom as you eyes avoided his. "Please.." He pleaded, his eyes soften as guilt crept on his back.

it's up to you to decide of you should stay for him or choosing your own peace...

a/n: not my best work but hopefully you guys liked my take on boothill (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)♡

Do not republish, edit, or repost to other websites. Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕

#cw slight violence #cw angst #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr boothill #honkai star rail #hsr angst #boothill x reader #boothill #boothill x you #boothill angst

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binkuscat · 2 months

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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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impactedfates · 14 days

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Memories Resurfacing - BootHill x GN! Reader

★ Notes: In light of BootHills lore coming out. I wrote this quick thing for him hehe, I love him but I also love angst...so-

☆ Characters Included: BootHill

★ Genre/Trope: Angst + Hurt/No Comfort

☆ Warnings: Major Character Death (The Readers)

★ Extra: Not proofread, legit just wrote this as soon as I got my laptop (might fix some mistakes later) // Written with an established relationship in mind but if u can see it as platonic feel free too! // Written Pre-BootHill release so he may be OOC

Thinking about...

How fast BootHill is running, he doesn't know where he's going. He doesn't exactly know where he is, he isn't as familiar to this place as others he has ventured to. But mark his words, he will find someone, someone that can help you.

Thinking about...

How worried he is, how desperate he is. You're in his arms, clinging onto him for dear life, because it is YOUR life on the line. You're slowly bleeding out and he doesn't know what to do. He just knows he has to take you somewhere, anywhere. To anyone who can save you.

Thinking about...

How his movements become even faster, how his words of reassurance that

"You'll be fine, sweetheart"

Turn into

"H-hey now, c-come on. D-don't...please, I'll find someone soon I-I swear"

As your arms slowly lose power in them and become nearly limp as you lose the energy to continue holding on.

Thinking about...

How he's absolutely yelling at you to keep your eyes open. How he just needs to run just a bit longer, that someone will come. But the cloth that he used to wrap around your wound is making no effort to continue holding the blood in

Thinking about...

How defeated he is when he realises he won't make it in time. How he begins crying as he holds you in his arms, sobbing. Your hand caressing his face no longer being able to soothe him as he knows it's the last time he'll ever feel your hands on his face.

Thinking about...

Dying in BootHills arms, he holds onto you as if you're a porcelain doll and one wrong move means he'll lose your forever.

But he can't, he still holds onto the small glimmer of hope that someone will find you two and help him, that they'll be able to save you and you two can continue being happy.

Thinking about...

How BootHills finale words to you before your eternal slumber is

"Please don't leave me too"

WEEEEE ANGST FOR MY FAV CYBORG

#honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr #hsr x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr imagines #BootHill x You #BootHill x Reader #HSR BootHill #BootHill

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bunnypansy · 1 month

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Whiskey, Neat

Rated E, for EVERYONE!

Boothill is the most annoying customer you have to deal with.

Featuring: Boothill and YOU!

Beware! This film contains: Probably OOC Boothill (made before his release), gender neutral reader, the reader doesn't like straight whiskey sorry guys, not quite frenemies to lovers....? more like two ppl annoying the fuck outta each other, Boothill threatens to kill you once or twice, but he also flirts, a touch of angst at the VERY end, mention of sexual harassment but it's just the reader calling Boothill a creep I repeat there is zero sexual harassment in this fic

Boothill is a thorn in your side. No, no; you find yourself thinking that comparison is too tame. To you, Boothill is a girdle made of barbed wire. You thought it impossible to hate a man at such a depth until you met the outlaw. He always smelled like hot pennies and diesel, never paid his tab, and harassed the rest of the bar staff to such a degree that none of them would serve him. Except you.

For the first few months of your “relationship”, you were only acquainted with Boothill from the countless times you had to drag him away from the bar top and throw him out the front door. Shortly after that, your boss said you should learn a thing or two about bartending for “no good reason”. You were starting to catch on. Soon enough your position as security faded away and was replaced with “the guy who dealt with Boothill”. You can't complain, the pay is better and you have the eternal gratitude of your coworkers.

In a matter of mere seconds, the front doors swing open, and three deafening gunshots shatter the eardrums of everyone in the bar.

“Alright, everyone out.” Just like that, you watch all the good tips run right out the door, along with the rest of the wait staff. Now left in an empty bar, Boothill throws his arms wide, gun still held tight in his metal fingers. “I'm back, baby! You miss me?”

The revolver takes a seat at the bar top before Boothill does, slammed down hard against the wood, its barrel pointed right at you. You're not worried, Boothill doesn't shoot on accident.

“Like a hole in the head.” You quit cleaning a glass and glance at the new bullet holes placed just above the door. “Or the ceiling… order your drink and get the fuck outta here already, Boots. You're killing business.”

“Keep mouthin’ off and I'll be killin’ more than business, sweetheart.” As if to prove his point, the freak of nature spits a few bullets onto the bar top and starts reloading his gun.

You can't help but roll your eyes at Boothill’s threats. The man offers to shoot you every other breath, but he'll never do it- if he was going to kill you, you'd already be dead. You're the only man still alive who talks to Boothill like that. Probably because you're the only man alive who’ll still serve him a drink. “You're not gonna kill me, Boots. Piss off any more bartenders and you're gonna have to get your fix from the hand sanitizer in public bathrooms.”

A deep scowl takes over Boothill’s face. “You're just askin’ for me to hop this counter and kiss you right on that pretty mouth of yours.” He stops then, equal parts embarrassed and furious as a hand comes to grasp at his own throat, surely cursing his internal censor system.

“Wow, sexual harassment, that's a new low, even for a hunk of junk like you.” You snort and a short glass finds its way into your hands. You're already pulling the strongest whiskey you have from beneath the counter, knowing Boothill will ask for it any second.

As if intentionally subverting your expectations, the outlaw kicks his feet up on the bar with an amused chuckle and a smug smile that makes you want to punch his teeth right out of his face.

“You just call me a hunk?” Six words in and you're already exasperated beyond belief. He's leaving crusty speckles on your clean bar. “Darlin’, if you wanted to take me out so bad, you coulda’ just asked.”

You elbow Boothill right in the ankles; it brings a mild ache to your arm as bone meets unrelenting metal, but the pain is worth it to watch the self-satisfied prick lose his grin and nearly fall out of his chair. “I’d rather drink a pint of sand and chew the glass it came in, take your drink and get outta here.”

The glass slides across the bar just a touch too fast, the liquid fire inside threatening to slosh over the sides; if Boothill's hand hadn't shot out to catch the glass, it surely would've sailed right off the bar and shattered on the floor.

“Come on now sweet thing, don't act like you hate me.” He recuperates much too fast, already leaning on his palm. There's a horrible, discordant shrieking emitted by the friction of metal against glass; Boothill running his fingertip around the rim of the glass. “Can't deny we’ve got some kinda chemistry.”

“Oh, it ain't acting, trust.” You snort at Boothill’s shot at… Well, you're not sure; could this be called flirting? If so, it's a laughable attempt. “We've got chemistry like bleach and ammonia.”

You know he's got some smart-mouthed response when Boothill bares his pointed teeth in a massive grin. “Could say we'd be… breathtakin’?”

It's horrible. That joke is worse than any sugar-coated insult Boothill could toss your way. One hand shoots out to grasp Boothill’s glass, the other going to grip his chin.

“Agh- what the-” You don't give Boothill time to finish, wedging your fingers between his razor-sharp teeth to pry his mouth open and dump the glass of whiskey down his throat. He gargles once, coughs twice, and swats at your hands furiously.

“You had your drink. Now run off, you robotic trash-eating vermin.” Fresh bruises are purpling on your wrists from Boothill’s strikes. It could still be worse. He could tell another joke.

Boothill is still sputtering like a drowned rat, grasping at his throat and swearing- or doing his best impression of it. “What in heaven’s holy gates, darling!?” He coughs again. “You tryna’ give me a heart attack you cute little minx?! Who just pours a drink down a man's throat?!”

“Someone who's trying to get the man to leave. You had your drink, now scram before I call animal control.” You reach to take away Boothill’s empty half-glass, only to get caught in the outlaw’s iron grip.

His spare hand slams down against the bar top, a cacophony of delicate tinkling ringing out as glassware rattles and bumps against itself. “Oh don't pull that cute crap with me, sweetheart! Pour me another one, so I can drink it nice and slow.”

“You're a jackass, you know?” The words come out hissed between your teeth, roiling with barely concealed hatred, but you’re already moving to pour him another. Every time you encounter Boothill, you curse his stubbornness.

“Watch your mouth.” His grip relaxes slightly, but he keeps his stern expression as he sits back down. “Whiskey, neat.”

You almost laugh, jerking your wrist out of his grasp- does Boothill seriously think you need a reminder? Though you’d much rather kick him to the curb with a few extra bullet holes in his ugly hat, you pour Boothill a second drink with an insulted scoff. “Yeah, yeah, I know what you fuckin’ drink.”

When Boothill takes the drink this time, he tilts the glass towards you in an encouraging motion. “Pour one for yourself, too.” The look you give him must be an incredulous one, because he scowls and waves a hand at you dismissively. “Aw, Pete's sake. Just do it!”

The sigh you heave is so heavy that Boothill briefly looks for an open window, thinking there’s a draft coming in. You drag your feet through pulling down a second glass, lamenting that now you have two dishes to do when the outlaw leaves. The pour you give yourself can be more accurately called a sip, barely coming to the width of your finger. When Boothill shoots an exasperated look your way, you already have a retort prepped for him.

“Not all of us can drink in the middle of the damn day, Boots.” You stare down at the drink, swirling it lightly with a disgusted grimace. “Besides, I’m no fan of straight whiskey. I’m more of an Old Fashioned kind of guy.”

The way Boothill smiles smugly makes you wanna punch dents into his metal chest. “Oh, bless your heart, that’s cute. Stuff’s too sweet for me, personally.” He lifts his glass to you, asking for a toast.

“Too sweet? Hell, Boots. Maybe hand sanitizer is a good match for you.” Reluctantly, you tilt your glass towards his, the rims letting out a high ringing as they meet.

This time Boothill pulls an exasperated face, raising the glass to sit just in front of his lips. “Just drink already, I’m tryna’ be nice, and you’re out here ruinin’ it with your smart lil’ mouth.”

After a second of hesitation, staring into the amber, you tip the glass back and let the drink slide down your throat. It burns, chemical and hot, like sandpaper tearing through your esophagus. It’s all you can do to not dry heave at the feeling, but you can’t stifle a coughing fit. “Fucking hell- how can you drink this shit?”

The drink came much easier to Boothill, nursing his whiskey as if he were only sipping on tap water. “Guess I just got a more refined palette, sweet thing. Thanks for sharin’ a drink with me anyway. You make a guy feel less lonely.”

For once, Boothill seems strangely earnest and you can’t help but be put off guard. You suppose, with such a polarizing personality and by the very nature of outrunning the law, Boothill must live quite the isolating life. Then again, if he wanted to be less alone, he could simply stop getting himself kicked out of bars. Still, you stumble over your words for a second, looking for a proper thing to say, and in the end only muttering out a sorry; “Yeah, sure, no problem.”

Even to you, that doesn’t quite make you sound like yourself. Dishes, you have dishes to do, a distraction that can carry your mind away from Boothill’s odd shift in demeanor. You’re expecting a snide comment about how quiet you’re being, but when you look back at Boothill, he’s fixed his gaze on an empty wall; clearly, he’s far away from here. You’re trying not to think about it too hard- Boothill’s seemingly flirtatious remarks, asking you to drink -but in the empty bar, it’s silent, and it’s almost… nice.

I SWEAR I'M WORKING ON REQUESTS. I PROMISE. the Barbatos fic is coming out to be twice as long as just about anything else I've written so it's taking a long time. I saw Boothill things and was possessed by spirits to make this. Also. Yes inspired by the Hozier song

#pansy writes #honkai star rail #hsr boothill #hsr x reader #boothill x reader #boothill #boothill hsr #boothill honkai star rail #boothill x you #x reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #boothill x gender neutral reader #hoyoverse

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baeshijima · 14 days

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since maintenance has (i think…?) started . . .

MAY ALL ROBIN WANTERS (me) BE ROBIN HAVERS (me) !!!

MAY ALL TOPAZ WANTERS BE TOPAZ HAVERS !!!

MAY ALL BOOTHILL WANTERS BE BOOTHILL HAVERS !!!

MAY ALL FU XUAN WANTERS BE FU XUAN HAVERS !!!

HAPPY 2.2 AND ROBIN ALBUM SOON RELEASE EVERYONE 🥹🥹

#may the stars guide you <3 #GRAAAHHH ROBIN COME HOME I AM BEGGING ON MY KNEES ON THE FLOOR FOREHEAD ON THE GROUND BODY FLAT IN A BOW #pls win the 50/50 and have enough for light cone… maybe try for topaz too….#also ill be pulling for her a bit later so u will see my results a bit later than usual #mainly bc i am waiting for mimi (if u see this hi pookie) to be ready so i can livestream my pulls 🫡#also im going to try and wake up early for the update so i can like. do the story. and explore. and pre farm her asc mats. and get jades.#ANYWAY RAAAHHH NEW STORY AND ROBIN AND SUNDAY AND JING YUAN AND DAN HENG AND FIREFLY AND BOOTHILL AND H TB AND AND AND #GREAAAAHAHAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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roseapov · 2 months

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Honkai Star Rail definitely plans on making me spend money, I mean-

2.2 Acheron, Luocha, Jingliu, Aventurine, Gallagher

^This version is gonna be a relatively easy skip, but we'll see about Jingliu, and I'm sorry Acheron💔 I don't have a team for you

2.3 ROBIN and Boothill and no 4*?

^ROBIIIN😭😭 it's gonna be painful to skip her, and if they're gonna put Fu Xuan to this version? I'm gonna cry and probably wish, cause I need her💔 Depends on the phase, but maybe I'll wish for Robin too? Depends also heavily on Sundays release🥹 Boothill sounds like an easy skip for now (Arlecchinos and Sampos kid +Blades cousin)

AND NOT ONLY NOT A SINGLE MENTION OF SUNDAY YET, BUT ALSO SPECTACULATIONS OF FU XUAN HAVING A RERUN SOON?!?? either in 2.3 or later on...

Looks like, I'll need to max out the game soon... And hopefully spend nothing

#roseapov #roseatalks #rosea talks #hsr #honkai star rail #honkai: star rail #robin #hsr robin #hsr boothill #boothill

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mrxadreamin · 2 months

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In light of Boothill being released soon as well….

teeth teeth TEEETH

TEEEEEEEETH

#what in hell is bad #whb #hsr

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aoxizu · 25 days

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watched the livestream and jing yuan is in penacony. i repeat jing yuan is in penacony

he is there alongside dan heng in il form and they have this very cool shot together

and i really hope they are not like illusions from sparkle or hallucinations brought by the memoria and actually there for real

penacony has made me so distrusting of everything you "see"

anyway that is the single highlight of the entire livestream. nothing else is as important as jing yuan in penacony

i do wish blade was also here but that would probably get even more chaotic

sadly dr ratio, aventurine, and topaz all seem to be away, though topaz is making an appearance in the form of a first half rerun

i wish i could get boothill but i'm going for topaz to complete the aventiopaz trio and then i need to save for screwllum, the other robot, even though screwllum may not be released anytime soon

what if i start another series under the tag i am so normal about this guy but about screwllum this time

that could be fun

#hsr #jing yuan

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luminique · 1 month

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i’m a big fat liar so i’ll post a boothill nsfw hcs soon. i don’t want it to rot away until his release and have it all completely wrong 🫥

#luminotes ˚✧₊⁎☆#honkai star rail #boothill

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melodiaemfrp · 7 days

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Hello there, it's May 13th, I'm Luca / Luceil (since i noticed there's another luca here), my ooc contact is playingwithfoxfire @ tumblr. If I am allowed to I would love to put in a reserve for Robin & Boothill, both from Honkai: Star Rail. I'm unsure the timing of the wait period so apologies if it's too soon to ask for a reserve but thank you for your time.

Hello, Luceil!

Unfortunately, it's not quite time for those two characters. Since 2.2 released on May 7th, you can begin reserving playable characters released in patch 2.2 of Honkai Star Rail on May 21st!

Also please note that you can reserve both characters, but as both have major impact in the Penacony storyline, you will only be able to app one of them. Thank you!

~ SCRIBE OPERETTA

#mun: luceil #melodiae reserve

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chaldeanu · 1 month

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ride ノ boothill

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 0.5k ノ fem reader — dry humping . thigh riding ノ petnames — babe ノ quick thirst . getting a grasp of his personality :3

with a hand on his knee, inviting you to bounce on the leather pants, he sits back and allows himself to smirk. head tilting back in defeat from tiring himself out by constantly trying to swear and curse, and just say fuck at the delicious sight before him, but he doesn’t lose his spirits. no, not at all. this grin still graces his handsome, cocky face, like always.

“told you i will find you, babe.” boothill grins, squeezing your waist. he definitely feels… odd, for sure. maybe even out of place.

the metal of his fingers you expected to be cold is warm, but still hefty; the ridges and details of machinery press on your skin and if you would look closely, you could see slight scratches.

“come on, don’t be shy, we’ll both get some fun out of this!” he reassures you, keeping his hold tight.

slowly, carefully, the cowboy rolls your hips again, careful to let you do most of the work just to see how much you yearn for release. he only hears you pant and moan, with how loud you are and how easily aroused you get by something so simple. you already give up so soon? shame. he thought you were tougher than this. but whatever. this is so new, it’s fun enough without over-thinking. he simply thrusts up his thigh against your pussy to feel the heat radiate.

wiggling fingers down his torso, you take advantage of this time to admire him up close and personal, unafraid to roam the landscape of his chest sculpted out of iron, and arms and stomach. in fact, you use this as a reason to shift your weight further onto him to ride him harder.

the low, amused chuckle coming from him vibrates in his chest, encouraging you to keep going.

with your own hands at either side of his waist, you explore the wide expanse of his thighs as well — paying particular attention to the inside where it seems to make him especially ticklish, if you had to assume by how he jerks beneath you when your nails accidentally skim over there.

“no teasing, babe. come on. get those beautiful hips to work!”

he brings one arm to wrap around your shoulders to hug you to his chest. in exchange, you raise yours to wrap around his neck and comb fingers through in his monochromatic hair. in tandem, boothill pushes your butt down by pressing into the small of your back and forcing up with his thigh, grinding into your heat. and your legs quiver slightly as your body gives in to the sensation. you can hardly breathe between whines, yet neither of you are relenting anytime soon. the cyborg takes this opportunity to smirk at your flustered expression.

licking his lips, he murmurs, sultry and confident, “there they are… your adorable sounds.”

in turn, you become bolder, daring to slip a hand in his hair above the nape of his neck.

“as long as you won’t stop, i’ll moan even louder for you,” you warn teasingly.

#—writing.#boothill x reader #boothill smut #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #star rail x reader #star rail smut #honkai star rail x you #star rail x you #hsr x you #fem reader

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jiamiuxin · 2 months

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all this drip marketing is crazy!! for both hsr and genshin

i thinkkk arlecchino looks really cool and her weapon is v unique .. but i wouldn't make her a priority personally + i have a lot of pyro units. plus, she's coming after neuvillette who i def will be pulling (+ i alr started prefarming for him) and possibly zhongli (assuming liyue regional banner is next) so i j wont have resources left over for her .. AND alhaitham has a high possibility of running soon and i'd wanna save for him too

genshin characters i want:

neuvillette

zhongli

alhaitham

navia

xianyun

dainsleif

tighnari

maybe wrio / shenhe if they dont release more cryo characters that i like more

i def need more geo / anemo / cryo characters.i think chiori is cute but she is sandwiched being characters i wanted more + who can be applicable in more teams (i.e. raiden / nahida / yae before, neuvi / al / zhongli probs after). this was also the prob w xianyun. but ik i'll pull xianyun on her next rerun bc i do like the plunge mechanic + i have diluc

as for hsr.. i alr rambled abt that in another post LMAO but with the drip marketing of boothill and robin .. robin DEFINITELY bc i had alr been thinking abt getting the penacony siblings for a while. boothill.. i also think his design looks good but this is the first time im hearing abt him so if i like character/gameplay i might consider pulling

hsr characters i want:

jingliu

blade

aventurine

fu xuan

robin

sunday

i was also considering luocha but if im gonna get aventurine i dont need luocha.. esp cause i alr have a few imaginary characters. quantum i have no built characters LOL so that's what making fu xuan appealing to me as well. same with ice, i have gepard but obv he's j for shielding so jingliu will have me covered. blade.. he's wind and i have bronya / black swan but i j love his design. as for the penacony siblings i like robin and sunday's designs a lot ,, LIKE idk why i think it's the all white and little head pieces they have going on. they also remind me of the kamisato sibs too and i <3 ayato so .. AND i only have hanya for physical so it's a plus (applies to boothill too) aventurine i was like 80% i wouldnt pul for him but his animations are so unique to me .. like i love the poker theme going on

#genshin impact #honkai star rail

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ganbarimaster · 4 years

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I was tagged by @orime-stories

Top three ships:

Not something I think about a great deal, but I’ve been on the Finn/Poe boat for a while where Star Wars is concerned, something which seems very much like a missed opportunity. I was also always a big fan of the sexual tension between Miranda Lawson & Subject Zero “Jack” in Mass Effect 2/3--but not convinced they would be a great romantic couple by any means. Otherwise, the other one which is springing to mind is Cao Cao/Guo Jia from Romance of the Three Kingdoms/Dynasty Warriors fame. I remember being really moved by how much Cao Cao seemed to long for his dearly departed strategist, and believing that there must have been more there than meets the eye!

Last song:

A very catchy song that has been stuck in my head since it was introduced to me by a colleague, “Easy Breezy” by Chelmico. The official music video is very stylish/distinctive, and I believe it is also featured in the opening of an anime by the name of Keep Your Hands Off Eizkouken! which I’ve never seen!

Last movie…

…in theaters:

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker at TOHO Cinemas Ueno. Really haven’t been going to the cinema much these past few years! Had wanted to see this at an iMax cinema, but the timing didn’t work out. The movie itself was an acceptable action adventure thing, but there are many ways in which I feel it didn’t reach the full potential a final movie in the Skywalker Saga could have realised.

…at home:

I think the last film I watched at home was Horse Girl on Netflix, with Alison Brie. I was intrigued by the trailer, and there was some interesting stuff in there about the experiences of people suffering from mental illnesses. Also memorable for the thing I saw on reddit soon after it released where someone was pointing out how they thought that it had plagiarized their own independent movie. Not sure if anything came of that.

Currently reading:

Star Trek Picard - The Last Best Hope. The character of Picard has always meant a lot to me, particularly when watching Star Trek TNG in my adolescent years. Had high hopes for the TV show and thought that reading the book might increase my appreciation for it, but while there are good moments in the show, it isn’t quite hitting the mark for me.

What food I’m craving right now:

Right this moment I find myself craving a Spicy Chicken Pizza from the an Indian place called “Faisal Tandoori” from my hometown which (I believe) no longer exists. But recently I have also been craving Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Boothill Sassparilla--both of which I was introduced to for the first time during my trip to the US last summer. Tagging: Anyone seeing this who cares to do the same!

#personal #ask response

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