#honaki star rail boothill

[sundayswife]

Boothill Headcanons <3

Warnings —> Smut!! and angst

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– Boothill sometimes can't help himself but stare into you're eyes at times, he definitely loves eye contact all times with talking to his significant other.

– He definitely would love it if you'd brush and style his hair, braiding it or putting it up in ponytails or hair accessories. He would absolutely find it comforting to have you by his side while playing with his hair, and talking with him.

– Boothill likes to tell you stories about his adventures as a Galaxy Ranger, a big fat, sharky smile on his face as he sees your amazement shining in you're eyes. And interest blossoming into your features.

– He would dance with you in the rain or in the deep, dark valleys of the night. A smirk booming on his face as you both laugh and trip together, before a special warmth that strums through his cyborg body as he sees your happiness bloom through you.

– Boothill will most certainly teach you how to ride a horse properly if you didn't know how to already. He loves giving you the spirit of riding a horse, and teaching you how to ride one will hold a special place in his metal, unbeating heart. Once you'd learn how to ride a horse properly. You two would go horse riding together around the country and laugh together as you two ride into the sunset.

– Boothill would ABSOLUTELY love receiving forehead kisses from his significant other. Since his head is the only human part of him left, he can actually feel you're touch, he swears that you're soft kisses send him to heaven.

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WARNING!! SMUT HCS INCOMING

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– Boothill would love the cowgirl position, having his metal hands dig into the plush of your hips or thighs as you ride him. Also he'd love reverse cowgirl as well, watching you're ass bounce up and down as you take him so well into your hole.

– Sorry not sorry, but Boothill would totally be an ass type of guy. Seeing it bounce and jiggle as you take him from the back or by riding him. Or the way he slaps it, causing him to chuckle and have a dark smirk as he sees is jiggle. Or he'd would just grab it for leverage while you ride or take him from the back.

– He'd definitely ask you to just sit on his face if you have a pussy, would messyly eat you out as he will force you fully down onto his face without a care in the world. Boothill will, with no doubt, moan against your pussy as he licks and sucks onto your clit with his whole heart.

– Now, if you have a cock. Boothill would tease you by kitten liking your tip, before wrapping his lips around the tip a purposely moaning to create a vibration. He'd love if you tugged onto his hair for him to take you deeper into his mouth, it would make him short circuit at the feeling.

– Lastly, lots of trust would have to be build up for him to be submissive with you and let you take control in bed. Strap on or not, he'd be a moaning, short circuiting mess as you fuck him in his little metal ass. Boothill would go into a cock drunk mess if you two went into doggy or missionary. Eye contact in missionary would send him into crazy orgasms while you two go at it.

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– If you two were in a relationship for not that long, he'd still have a hard time trusting himself around you.

– Boothill would be so scared to lose you like how he lost his daughter and fathers he'd try to run away. Not wanting to ever experience losing a loved one ever again.

– Boothill who is terrified of commenting into a physical relationship, scared of losing you too.

– He'd try as much as he can to keep to himself about his problems about his past and how he feels about his cyborg body.

– He'd fall onto his knees as he watched his barn go into flames, tears falling like a storm as he couldn't do anything but watch his family go into ashes. His significant other cries died out as the house falls and burns apart and crashes down. His daughter and lover that he lived with, dead right infront of him where he couldn't save them.

– He hates his cyborg body, how much it makes him feel inhuman, but nobody can change how the past turned out.

– In the future, his wallet would have a picture with a family selfie with his daughter, his lover, and him all together in the photo. Smiling in the picture, too bad it's in the past now and his daughter and lover and fathers are gone now. Sticking to himself and away from relationships.

– Boothill who would never forgive himself for not saving his family from the nuke. Always drowning himself with self-hatred and that how he failed to save the ones he loved.

[cherrypyun]

Little thing X3

[gay-dorito-dust]

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.

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

Boothill: *Looking around the area for his hat that he lost.* Hey has anyone seen my hat?

Y/n: *Walks up to Boothill, wearing his hat* Look! I'm Boothill! Howdy howdy howdy. Fudger!

Boothill: *Laughing sarcastically* Very funny. C'mere!

Y/n: *Laughing as Boothill chases them, trying to get back his hat.*

[gothiccprince]

A redraw lol

[sjneater]

✧˖°.— SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY

⟡ pairing: boothill x fem!reader ⟡ cw: NSFW! riding, dacryphilia (??), petnames; darlin cutie, real fluffy at the end ⟡ word count: 1.4k ⟡ authors note: WHEW. i’ve been waiting for this man to be playable since his first leak i cannot believe he’s real ANYWAYS! GOODLUCK ON UR BOOTHILL PULLS!!!! also this got REALLL self indulgent towards the end forgive me jfhfghhn (p.s this was written before it was revealed boothill can’t swear but I refuse to write a fic where I have to using ‘fudging’ sorry boothill nation 💀)

“Mmf- fuck…darlin’ slow down” Boothill groans as he looks up at you with a rosy flush decorating his skin and unshed tears clinging to his eyelashes, you continue to grind onto his cock at a pace that has his head rolling back in his chair the cold metallic joints of his fingers caressing the skin of your thighs. 

At least he has some human reaction you muse to yourself.

“What? Can’t take it?” you drawl each syllable of your words out in time with your walls taking him deeper. “That’s a shame… Are you gonna make me do all the work?” You plant your hands onto the smooth surface of his chest trailing your fingers down the metal ridges of his abs and then landing them on his waist. 

Boothill releases a shuddering breath against your neck another reminder of the very human effect you are having on him. “Don’t tease me, m’ not gonna last” he whines into the underside of your jaw using the sharp edges of his teeth to suck and mark the skin there. 

The heat of the room is swiftly increasing with the way he laps at the skin of your neck like a man dying of thirst and your hips continuing to meet his in a steady rhythm. The wet sounds of your kisses and his deep moans fill the air but you can’t find the energy to care about how loud you both are being. 

A devious idea forms in your mind and through the haze of your lust, you manage to run your fingertips along the rim of the slits lacing the area of his hips and the effect is almost instant.  

“Haah! F-fuck!” He hisses into your mouth his back involuntarily arching into your body, the cold chill of his metal coating against your flesh causes you to shiver. “You tryin’ to kill me cutie?” His hand comes up to rest on your waist as he forces you to grind against him, the ridges and groves of his cock causing you to gasp into his mouth which he swallows with a kiss. 

You huff out a laugh as you try to compose yourself with the feeling of his cold length inside of you. “Are you actually gonna fuck me properly now…” You move your body across his and place your head underneath his jaw. “Or do I need to find someone else to do it…” 

Each syllable of your words tickles the skin of his ear causing a full body shiver to course throughout his frame. The rough plated surface of his hands grip the flesh of your thighs and you know you’ve won when you see the grey of his irises overtaken by that signature red glow. 

The sharp metal of his fingers dig into your skin as grips your sides and pulls you off his cock, the obscene squelch it makes causes a rush of heat to travel through your body and you find yourself not being able to meet his eyes. 

“Don’t tell me that you’re embarrassed now.” He breathes the words into your neck before grinding you against the tip of his cock, the sensation causing you to lull your head back letting out a gasp of pleasure. He chuckles at your reaction still rubbing himself against you. “Where’d all that talk from earlier go hmm?” 

Your response dies on your tongue as he lets go of your waist letting gravity slam you onto his cock, his full length now nestled inside you, he reaches so deep you swear you can feel him in your lungs, the ridges of his cock against your walls causing you to pant into his shoulder. 

“You’re not gonna find anyone else though are you darlin?” His words are strained and laced with desire, clearly you aren’t the only one effected. 

Those possessive hands found their way back to your thighs as he almost fully withdraws from your heat before slamming back in, steadily creating a rhythm. “You’re mine to fuck, to use yeah?” His thrusts are forceful inside you, the jagged metal of his digits digging into your flesh as he forces you to meet his pace, your moans echo around the room melding into the other sounds of the squelching wetness and the dull sound of flesh against metal. 

“Are you gonna come just from this?” His voice has a distinct teasing lilt to it a fact that you would normally despise but you don’t have to brain space to care. You nod fervently, lewd moans still being punched out from your lungs with every snap of his hips. The force is so much that you find yourself gripping onto Boothill’s shoulders and you are fairly sure if there was flesh there you would have left marks across his skin. 

“Go on and come for me darlin’.” He commands with a gravelly voice still slamming into you at a in-human pace, your lewd moans still echoing around the room. 

Tears begin to form and cling to your eyelashes before running their path down your cheek and as they do you feel a familiar metallic finger on your face wiping them away and placing delicate kisses underneath your eyes. The way Boothill contrasts his rough and forceful thrusts inside you with the tender care and attention he lavishes your face in has you shivering and hiding your face into his shoulder kissing the skin there, the part you know he can feel. 

Boothill maintains the rhythm you have built up until that familiar coil in your stomach tightens and tightens and you start stuttering on top of him, a gasp is pulled out of you “I’m- close I’m-“ you repeat your words bordering on delirium from the pleasure. 

“Come on my darlin, let me make you feel good.” Boothill wraps his arms around your back forcefully rolling his hips upwards into the spot that has you gasping for air, you feel yourself drawing closer and closer to that edge, eyes wet from the onslaught of pleasure. 

“I’m gonna- I’m coming ah!” Your voice is hoarse and shrill as stars dance across your vision. 

“That’s it, that’s a good girl”. His voice dropped into a lower octave as he spoke into your ear causing a full body shiver to rack throughout your frame, the biting cold of his metallic fingers causes goosebumps to reveal themselves on your skin as you huff a laugh at his digits drawing nonsensical shapes into the skin there. 

He places a chaste kiss on the top of your head drawing his hands back up to cup your cheeks rubbing soothing circles into your flesh. You glance up at his face and notice he still has a soft blush clinging to his features, the lighting of the room giving him an almost ethereal glow. 

“Was it… good for you?” You ask him apprehensively tucking your face into his neck. Realistically speaking you know this is a foolish question, your partner will never be able to feel anything as pleasurable as you do and that knowledge has you with a gaping gnawing hole at the bottom of your chest and an all encompassing numbness in your throat. 

As if he could read your self deprecating thoughts his hand is pulling you from underneath his neck to stare him directly in his eyes. “Hey no more of this, anythin’ we do together feels like heaven darlin’ so don’t worry your pretty lil head of yours.” He punctuates his statement by sealing his lips on top of yours, his hands threading through your hair pulling you closer. 

“I may not be able to feel everythin’ but what I can feel… is pretty damn good” he whispers reverently into the skin of your neck using the sharp edges of his teeth to mark and tease the skin there. 

When he’s decided he has sufficiently marked you he leans backwards in his chair and the fact that you two are still connected becomes very much apparent as the ridges of his cock bump against your walls causing a breathy moan to escape your mouth and you don’t even need to look down to know a smirk is decorating his lips. 

You get up to remove yourself from him but a firm grip to your waist has you placed firmly in his lap. 

“Let’s just stay like this darlin’” he rumbles as he continues drawing shapes into your skin, the soft timbre of his voice has you melting under his touches. You find it increasingly harder to keep your eyes open as he showers you with affection and he seems to notice your internal struggle as a low and husky chuckle reverberates through his body. “Get some sleep for me now yeah?” He whispers against your temple before placing a delicate kiss there. 

“Mm, if you don’t clean me up while I’m out I’ll kill you.” You half-heartedly slap at his chest earning you another husky giggle. 

“Of course darlin’ of course”. 

[kiiszu]

✦ ♱░ ⃝ ℋeaven's 𝒟oor⃝ ⃝ ✧✦ ಎ

[your-local-p4r4s1t3]

I think that guns'n'roses is a fire ship name

[wobblywilby]

"Where's my reward, Trailblazer?"

Okay but fr , his robot abs gave me the most problems to draw ！Σ(￣□￣;)

[written-with-wisteria]

I don’t know who on the hoyo team fought for our crumbs of Guns N’ Roses…but I love you.

[sundayswife]

Pick one please!!

[arshiatyu]

I got the idea from @/yuuu20_ on Twitter. But if this doesn’t do, then I’ll make another completely different !! Deleted the other one I posted before because I forgot to put the artist I got the ideas from. My bad!!

[porcelaintoybox23]

Describing Honkai Star Rail characters based on the fandom’s tweets I’ve run into incidentally (not an exhaustive list)

(Typical) shonen waifu

Lesbian

Yae Miko

Future incel terrorist

Racist

Honkai Al Haitham

Not a g00mer Makima

Elderly Edgelord

Blade if his trauma made him funny

Ferdinand von Aegir

Chaeya’s love child specifically their mental issues

[levienjoyer]

some boothill doodles i forgot to post hereee

hsr dooble reqs r open if any of u feel like it (^｡^) !!

[gothiccprince]

I’m going feral over them

[draconic-desire]

💥Cowboy’s Got Business 💥

FOAMING AT THE MOUTH boothill you will be mine