#in honor of my birthday yesterday 💕 have some bootsie fluff from the drafts as a little treat !!

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#BOOTHILL — Humming wc: 0.3 fluff, kisses, Bootsie bein in love ♡ — The core in his chest will ever only purr for you.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

“Did you know—“ you’re practically kiss-drunk when you part, lips shiny and looking like sweet candy. “—That you hum when we kiss?”

And Boothill can do little more than blink, brows furrowed. "What?"

"Mhm," you nod dreamily, the hand that you've splayed on his metal chest has its fingers dipping under the hem of his top, doodling nonsensical little hearts. "Yeah. Right here, whenever we kiss, you hum."

Like you've summoned it, he feels something purr inside of him as you look up at him, smiley and sweet and well-loved. If he were still flesh and bones, he would've said it was his heart skipping a beat.

"There it is again!" you laugh, feeling the vibrations through your palms, splaying them out more, trying to feel the hum from his core in your fingertips again. Boothill kind of wishes he could do it on command, just to see you react to it whenever he wants. But he supposes there is a way...

"Y'like hearin' me hum, darlin'?" he murmurs, leaning into you. One of his hands grasps your own, weaving your fingers together, and the other holds you still at the back of your neck.

Not one to back down (and frankly too kiss-drunk to think about anything else other than getting his lips back on yours) you brush your nose with his and gaze at him through your lashes. "Mm, I do— very much, actually. And I'd like to hear it again."

Sharp teeth flash in a grin. "Well now, what kinda sorry excuse for a fella would I be t'deny my sweetheart anythin'?"

Boothill swallows your delighted gasp in a kiss, lips pressed to yours in a move that is all too familiar at this point. It's almost embarrassing how easy you have him bending to your whims, really. And when that tell-tale hum resonates from him again, he can feel you smile into the kiss, pushing yourself closer against him as if you mean to feel it in your own chest.

And oh, he thinks. There will never be anyone else who has him wrapped so tightly around their finger as you do.