#yes her eye does the boothill thing

[konoharfts]

*beacons you to a dark corner* psssst hey, you 🫵 do you want a sneak peek for the new AU I’m working on?

Hehehe of course you do >;)

Cyborg!Anko for my Bulletproof Hearts AU!! There’s a lot of context needed to make this make sense (and I’ll get into it once I’m done *at least* Genma and Kakashi’s character sheets as well) but uhhh the AU is mainly based on the MCR Killjoys universe, but I take inspiration from Cyberpunk, Fallout, Mad Max, Trigun… so think retro-futuristic post-apocalyptic Japanese -American fusion :) The tokujo squad run a gas station out in the middle of the wastes which they also use as Anko’s mechanic shop, Genma’s radio station, and the base of operations for the rebellion against the fascist government of Neo-Konoha! So if that sounds interesting stay tuned because I’ve got lots where that’s coming from!!!

[feroluce]

I've been yapping at a new friend a lot lately about Boothill & Rappa; she described them as "sidekicks in chaos" and! Yes! Finally!Someone else gets it! They're SO cute and so sweet, I adore them. They speak so highly about each other and they have a lot of respect between them! I love them being friends!

With the way Rappa calls him Lord (vs Ninja for everyone else) and how much she openly admires and mimics him, I'd like to think Boothill was the one that showed her the ropes when she was first brought into the Galaxy Rangers. Mentor/mentee and teacher/student are too strong of labels for how I see them, though.

Rappa and Boothill are like a college senior taking the new little freshman under their wing. Or the much older and more experienced coworker trying to look out for the fresh-faced little newbie who's just entering the workforce.

As for how they met and became friends in the first place, I like to imagine it was a case of Boothill's soft heart and being unable to turn a blind eye to things. ☆

Like Boothill wasn't on the mission where the Galaxy Rangers found Rappa, he was off on his own Hunt at the time. But given that the Galaxy Rangers have a leader (La Mancha) and they do seem to have some kind of organized efforts, I wonder if there's any kind of secret hq, or at least certain places where they tend to congregate, like how the Masked Fools have their taverns. Anyway.

Boothill maybe sees Rappa for the first time at one of these hqs (he came back when he heard there'd been a major breakthrough with Dr. Primitive). Or he maybe just happens to run into that Galaxy Ranger from 2.6 that initially found her, who then just. Wasn't really sure what to do with her after the raid. Boothill walks in all these Rangers sitting around like "well now what" because none of them actually expected Rappa to survive the memetic virus. Honestly, her brain should have fried.

Either way, Boothill comes across her by total coincidence. But I think he'd have a lot of sympathy for her because like. Aeragan-Epharshel had been an uncontacted planet before the IPC came around. And since they were there to fuck the place up, they definitely didn't expose the natives to the rest of the cosmos. To say that Boothill "left" the planet is a massive underestimation- he didn't just leave, he escaped. And when he got out, he was completely alone, with very little idea how the rest of the world worked or how to get by.

And right now, Rappa is much the same.

She doesn't know anything beyond the lab she was held captive in all her life. There's no way they would have allowed her to learn that kind of stuff, and I'm sure Kucha wouldn't have told her out of kindness. It would be cruel to taunt her with things she couldn't have.

So someone needs to teach her The Ways of the World! It's just a matter of deciding who.

Boothill: ...What're you morons doing.

The Rangers, in the middle of a very intense rock-paper-scissors tournament:

And Boothill likes these people. He really does! ...Ok, except that one guy. He's kind of a prick. But the rest of them are at least mostly decent! But he wouldn't trust them to keep a pool, let alone a whole human being. If he lets this girl go with any of these dumbasses, there's no way she'll make it. So Boothill smacks them around a bit and announces fine, he'll show the new girl how to be a Galaxy Ranger! If any of them have a problem with this, feel free to make complaints to his revolver ☆

Rappa watches all this go down with stars in her eyes, because Boothill is just like the heroes in her manga! Wow! So cool!

(When it came time to actually leave though, Rappa made some sad eyes at the Ranger from 2.6 that actually found her- for better or worse, she got a little attached. The Ranger told her to go on! Go! Just get out of here!

It's very important to imagine this like a movie where the kid frees the wild animal they bonded with skhzksksjk)

Afterwards, Boothill does actually take Rappa aside and ask if she even wants to be a Ranger. If she doesn't, it's fine. The Galaxy Rangers do a lot of charity work, and everyone knows someone who knows someone who knows someone. They'll find somebody that can help her figure things out and get settled. She can have an actual life now.

Rappa gives a passionate speech (that Boothill catches about 50% of sdlkfjasdl) about how she wants nothing more. She'd wanted it before she even knew the name for it. This was what she'd dreamed of, laying across the bed in Kucha's room, reading through his manga collection for the nth time.

Kucha isn't with her anymore. He'd died just to get her out of there. But she can take the opportunity he gave her and make the most of it. She can still keep her dream alive.

So yes, Rappa wants to be a Ninja Hero. Please teach her!

(Boothill: Bein' a Galaxy Ranger ain't easy shirt. Ya gotta be able to hold yer own in a fight. Can ya even do that?

And then Rappa fucking suplexed him and Boothill was like ok so the first parta bein' a Galaxy Ranger is- JSJJSJDKSK)

They're mentioned together so much outside of the main game, too. So I'd like to think even after Boothill passed on to Rappa all the street smarts he could, they still remained pretty friendly, and make the time and effort to meet up whenever they pass nearby. They just ended up getting along so well!

Like no, they don't see each other very often. They're each on their own separate Hunt. Galaxy Rangers still largely work alone. But they're the kind of buddies that can still happily greet each other the same even after months of not speaking. ♡

(Clutching my heart imagining Boothill telling Rappa she is now a full-fledged Ninja Hero, and she is now strong enough to make her solo journey! But he does give her his phone number. And he tells her that if she's in trouble- like real, real bad trouble- call him. Call him and he'll come runnin', to any corner of the galaxy, ok?)

[jackrabbit-fandom]

Boothill backstory spoilers, so if you dont wanna be spoiled scroll on

This is mostly comfort/fluff mabye tiny angst due to his backstory

Yes, it will include some relationship bits cause of course

Boothill, where his daughter survives, which, yes, i understand, would probably mean he doesn't become 'boothill', but let's pretend he does for the sake of the story. Also im goin with the name cherry for her cause i think its pretty cute

These kinda imply that it's been a few years between boothills' story and penacony

Edit: apparently the va names her clementine, which is adorable. I'll keep cherry in this one as it is but from now on she'll be clementine

Mabye he was able to save her, and in the process, his body got damaged bad enough that he had to replace it. In this situation, it would be more so because he was hurt so badly he nearly died but didn't wanna leave his daughter.

He'd likely want to keep her as safe as possible but still ended up becoming a space ranger anyway due to sharing the ideologies, but for the first few years of her life, he likely ether stays out of trouble as much as possible or has a safe house for her when he absolutely can not take her with him. On the missions where he does carry her along when she's fairly young, he's just got her attached to a baby sling on his chest. Though i dont see that being extremely common, he doesn't want to risk even a 0.0000000001% chance of her getting hurt

Imagine being intimidated by this cyborg man with a baby sling....anyway

Once she gets older, she's more steady with her walking, she's talking in full sentences, and finally, tall enough to reach his hip, hed likely start teaching her to use a gun.

It's a very serious moment due to how important he thinks it is for her to be able to defend herself when he can't be around. Hed likely has a target set up as he knelt behind her, helping her hold it and aim.

'Keep your breathing steady, don't close both eyes it puts your aim off, keep your elbows loose, respect the gun but don't fear it'

He knows he's going to have to get to work getting his revenge for the rest of his family, so he can't keep coddling her so teaching her to use a gun, or disarm someone and fight hand to hand becomes his top priority. That's not to say he over works her or forces her when she's tired, that's still his little girl, so when she's tired from training he makes sure she gets plenty of rest.

As much as being prepared is important, being well rested and happy is too.

On to more domestic and sweet ones, i donno if he'd have his own ship or just have some safe house on some random planet, but either way coming home to seeing his little girl happy healthy and alive is probably his favorite part of the day, the big bad gunslinger persona immediately melts away and he goes straight into silly annoying dad mode.

This means he has a million dad jokes to make poor cherrys eyes roll out of her head. Though I'd imagine she'd end up just like him, funny phrases, stupid jokes, and a bit of an attitude.

Once she's plenty old enough, say around 16 or so, and wants to go out on more dangerous missions with her dad, i think she would follow the path of abundance. Shed likely wants to protect others like her dad does, plus it's pretty helpful when your father is a cowboy who runs around getting into trouble. It does help put boothill at ease as well, seeing as she can heal herself if she gets hurt....as if he'd ever let that happen.

I'd think that for a while, he's more focused on his daughter rather than finding a partner, however were he to meet you at some point when cherry was fairly young one thing that would likely make him interested is you acting kindly towards her and cooing over her. Showing positive interest in his daughter is a pretty good way to get on his good side. Doesn't quite mean he'll trust you just yet. it just means you're on good terms with him.

I feel like he'd have to trust you pretty well before he lets you watch his daughter. She is his pride and joy, and his one most important person in his life. he almost lost her, and he won't risk someone trying to take her from him again.

However, once cherry is older and can, for the most part, care for herself without her papa watching over her, then hed show more interest. If you were there sense she was young and helped him care for her, he likely already started liking you early on but just didn't make a mood due to focusing on her. Due to you being closer to her in this situation, i can imagine her calling you her mom/dad/parent, too. Extra brownie points!

I imagine cherry being, like i said, like her dad. A bit goofy at times with weird phrases and a slight attitude, and growing up with his censor shed likely copy that too, yelling out "fudge!" When she stubs her toe. I can see her having an interest towards guns sense it was something her papa introduced her to it but also music. Hed likely have taught her guitar by this point so shed probably make up her own little songs and sing them to him (and you once you join the little family) and no matter if their bad or good hes always just happy to hear her sing with the biggest smile on his face, and you best be too.

Oh, and of course, shed get her own cowboy hat, but choose to keep stealing his anyway.

Overall, if she had survived, i imagine him being mostly the same, just with a little girl following him around.

If you liked the fic, feel free to give me requests around this au. I just need this motherfudger to be happy, please.

Edit: @legalize-arson gave me the name idea. I do not like not crediting

[wonder-mei]

Not mine to have (Honkai : Star Rail’s Boothill)

Reminder : I do not write accurately to the lore of the world I am writing. I write whenever there’s an idea

P.S: This is kinda rush and clunky but hey this is my comeback!

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The moon is brighter than the nights before. The moonlit the people of sleepless city but that does not bother the lovely loving small family living in a small apartment.

“Hey, why are you still awake?” Boothill eyes her sitting in a chair beside the window under the moonlight he drops his heavy on the floor and walks to sit in front of her “Something happened?”

She smiles looking down at him. His metallic hands lay on her lap. “Nothing is wrong. The moon is so bright today” She returns her gaze to the moon but Boothill keeps his eyes on her

“Yes it is”

She looks at Boothill who still stares at her. She chuckles and runs her thumbs on his knuckles. Everyone says his hands are cold but to her, they are warm like how humans should be. An insecurity of his ever since he came back to her life after years disappearing without a goodbye but she makes sure he is more human than anyone she ever met.

Her eyes shift back into his eyes showing adoration and love. She bites her lips from trembling, she looks away once again feeling the guilt she always feels “Why are you not mad at me?”

That question again. She always asks this for hundreds and thousands of times but Boothill will always smiles at her “Not a single thing in this world can make me hate you”

And the answer always makes her tears up. Boothill holds her face, his thumbs wipes the tears and caresses her cheeks. His eyes softened as more tears kept flowing “You should be with someone better. Should have left right after you know the truth”

Boothill doesn’t say anything. He smiles watching her cry again for something that has been resolved for years but he knows the guilt in her still stays in her “You asked me to wait but i didn’t”

“But you actually did” 

Few days before his disappearance, Boothill went to her home late at midnight telling her the stories he encountered that day; chasing people and being chased. He laughs at the danger he consistently got into. Then out of nowhere, before he jumped out the window he asked “Wait for me,okay?”

She didn’t know what he meant at that moment. She thought he was talking about not to sleep before his casual visits every night. She eventually knows the meaning of it. He left. 

Since that day, from day and night she always listens to the radio and watches the news to find any information about him. Just a glimpse of him is enough to aid her sorrowness but he is difficult to catch or take a photo of. She tried to forget him after a year of his disappearance. She tries the hardest she can but her heart craves for his presence. 

After 5 years, he finally came back. She ignored him at first but his attempt to pledge for forgiveness makes her heart ache. Even though she forgave him, she kept something from him. Boothill didn’t force to tell the truth instantly. He remained calm and waited for her to tell when she wanted to. One day, the truth was revealed. The reason why she persisted with him coming to her new home. She has a daughter. 

His life went downhill right after the words coming out from her mouth ‘She’s my daughter’. Once again, he disappeared but it didn’t take him long finding his way back to her. He was being selfish. He had abandoned her in a time where she needed him and yet she forgave him. That was just how pure and loving she was towards him.

“I may not be her biological father. But Sunny certainly came from my heart”

Sunny is his most precious treasure in this whole universe, no one can deny his love towards that toddler is pure. He went miles away just to get the finest clothing for her and the mother. He works from dusk until midnight just for them. Boothill comforts her, forgetting how tiring the day was towards him. She sleeps before him. He stays awake making sure those two are safe and comfy inside their house. 

The next day and the day after that, she did not ask the question but soon,will when she feels sad which Boothill will answer it nevertheless. 

“Papa look. Birdie” Sunny happily points at the birds flying above them

“Yes,Sunny. Birds” Boothill repeats her words holding her tight in his embrace and his other hand squeezes the mother’s hand not letting go in this crowded place. The city is having a small festival. Stalls are everywhere promoting their businesses and small fairs in the middle of the city. 

The small family have their fun together in the festival. Playing the fairs and buying any foods that peak their interest but something is bothering Boothill. He has been feeling someone is watching them. He doesn’t mention this to her, not wanting to end their fun.

Boothill and her sit on a bench near the playground where Sunny happily plays with random kids around her age. She leans on him. She can feel his tenseness “What’s wrong?”

His eyes wanders everywhere looking for something “I feel like we are being followed”

“What?” She straightens her back and looks around too “Who?”

Unexpectedly, Boothill stands up turning around ready to punch someone that was approaching them “Woah woah. Calm down. I’m not here to cause any trouble”. That voice is too familiar to her. The man she was with for a night at her sorrowness after a year Boothill disappeared which resulted in the birth of Sunny.

“You… what are you doing here?”

Gallagher puts his hands in his pockets. He looked at Boothill then at her “My bar opened a stall for this small festival”. His eyes shift to the playground. He immediately recognize which is his

“Don’t even think about it” Boothill blocks his view and hides her behind him 

Gallagher sighs “Look. I’m not here to take her away nor-” he looks Boothill straight in his eyes “-taking them away from you,Galaxy Ranger”

“Then what?” The gruff tone of Boothill worries her. She holds his hand calling his name softly

Gallagher takes a glance at their intertwined hands and looks away “Children aren't my thing. I’m not mad at you for keeping this from me. But you know, you gotta see them some time right?” he continues, “Trust me. I am not taking her away” 

There is no denying Gallagher has rights to see his own child. He was not a bad man. They conceive just from one night and that night was the first and last they see each other. “How can we trust you?”

The bartender takes out a small pouch from his back pocket and toss it to Boothill “Take that as the delayed child support”.The pouch is heavy with coins

“You really shouldn’t have done this,Gallagher… It’s also my fault for not telling you” she takes the pouch to give him back but he raise his hand stopping her to do so

“Please take it” he looks at Sunny chasing some other kids “She's a very healthy kid. 4 right?”. He eyes her for confirmation. He’s right. 

“She won’t be looking like that if it was me. She has one good hella of a dad,ya know?” As Gallagher watches Sunny running around, there’s a hint of regret. He knew being a father does not fit him but seeing his daughter now; healthy and happy makes him smile “Can i meet her?”

Boothill and her look at each other. They can’t keep Sunny away from him “Of course. Sunny loves to meet new people” she replied

Gallagher smiles “Sunny…” he then starts walking towards Sunny still running around the playground. Gallagher catches her in time when she trips “You gotta be careful,sports” He chuckles as he balances Sunny on her foot. Gallagher can see his features in her face that makes his heart warm.

“And what’s your name?”

“Sunny!”

“Sunny is a cute name” 

The child smiles wider “Your name?”

“It’s Gallagher”

Sunny tries to pronounce his name back but fails. He just laughs “It’s okay kid” He pats her hair smiling widely 

“You friend with mama and papa?”

Gallagher suddenly stops patting. The word ‘papa’ is not directly to him and never will be “Yes. Your mama and….papa are my friends”

Sunny just giggles,being a child herself she is still gullible and naive. “Let’s go back to your parents,ay? You must be tired”

Sunny nods and raises her arms up. Gallagher stops in his tracks seeing Sunny wants to be carried. He gently leans down and carries her in his arms. She is so small and skin soft like milk. He walks back to where Boothill and her have been eyeing them both from afar. Gallagher cherishes these small moments he has with the daughter who never knew he is her biological father. 

“Here you go” Gallagher hands Sunny to her. His eyes never left Sunny. The regret of not witnessing her as a baby until she is at the state of this makes him want to go back in time. However, he can’t separate this family apart. They are already one. He has no heart to do so.

“Say goodbye to uncle”

Sunny did what her mother asked. She waves at Gallagher before leaving for their sweet comfort home. Now, Gallagher once again alone in this universe. Even the aeons gave him the faith of having a child and a family. At the end, they are not his to have. 

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Headcanon: Gallagher would sings I bet on losing dogs by Mitski every night after meeting Sunny

[k3kban]

I had two dreams today. I didn't have any images there but i had two dialogues. It was AU where Sunday and Robin were mermaids.

The first dialogue was between Sunday and Gallagher. Sunday was at Gallagher's home and he stared at him while Gallagher was doing his household chores. Gallagher noticed that Sunday was lost in thought and asked him:

“What are you thinking about?”

“It’s nothing” - Sunday leaned back in his chair - “People’s lives look so busy, you’re always running somewhere, doing a lot of things. Don’t you tired?”

“Of course I feel tired sometimes.” - Gallagher sat near him - “Why did you start thinking about it?”

“Perhaps it sounds strange, but I want to live like you. Of course, my life is more calm, I don’t have to pay attention to the time. I don’t have to rush. But does this make sense when I have to live completely alone? When no one can hear you except the depths of the ocean? I know, it may sound selfish, but I don’t want to go back there, I’d like to stay here.” After these words, Sunday closed his eyes and turned to the wall.

“Do you understand that you can’t move freely on land?”

“Yeah. In any case, it feels better than the emptiness that surrounded me.”

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The second dialogue was between Boothill and Robin. She became human. They were sitting on the river bank and he wanted to touch her legs.

Boothill gently ran his hand along Robin’s leg. Her pink heel was soft, like a baby’s.

“Stop it, you’re tickling me!” - she laughed and pulled her leg back.

“And how are you going to get up? There’s grass all around, it’ll tickle just as much. Will you try?”

“Mhm.”

“So let’s go.” - he offered his hands to her.

Robin took Boothill’s hands and tried to rise to her feet. It was so difficult! The feet were as unruly as possible. How do people walk on them?! The soft grass really tickled her feet. She curled her toes in such surprise.

“No, I can’t stand here!” - she exclaimed.

“And what did you want? I warned you.”

“Will it always be like this?”

Boothill chuckled. “You’ll get used to it. This is only the first time you try to stand up. We’ll find shoes for you and it will be easier. Hm… Come on, try to stand on my feet, maybe it will be more comfortable for you.”

She carefully stood on his feet. Yes, it wasn't ticklish anymore, but his feet were so cold that she even thought it was nicer on the grass. And yet, do people really have to walk like this all the time?

[xino-writes]

Whumptober 2024 Day 4 - "You're still alive in my head" - Boothill

[ao3 series link]

Boothill didn’t spend his days doing much, merely spending his time working towards his main goal against the IPC. Sure, he occansionally helped others or tracked down people not in the IPC, but that’s nothing that takes up much, if any, of his time. Regardless, he rarely let himself.. Indulge, so to say.

Letting himself think of his family had become a no-go after a while. But Penacony had a way of.. messing with your head. He’d let his guard down, and become prey instead of being the predator himself. And head games weren’t his strong suit, not in the slightest. He was smart, yes, not exactly book smart, but he was still smart.

Smart enough that letting his guard down shouldn’t have even been an option he risked. But here he was, frozen in place as he looks at both a familiar yet harrowing sight. She’s dead, he’d tried to reason with himself at first, but then he felt himself walking forward. He wants to hug her. He wants to hold her close as he would have before.. all of this.

And then he stops. Because he can hear her voice and he internally curses his lack of tear ducts. Because the urge to cry is overwhelming and yet he can’t. He can’t cry, he can’t react when she hugs his leg and he can’t feel it. He tries to reason with himself that she’s still only a toddler here. That she’d be older by now. That she’s dead.

But he can’t. And so he lets himself crumple to the ground and bundle his three year old daughter into his arms. He has one weakness, one that no one can exploit. And it’s the young girl he has gathered in his arms. He presses his face into her hair and all that can come from his mouth is a mechanical whir as his body tries to process the sobs that want to leave his mouth.

He runs a hand through her hair, detangling it as he would before her death. Before he became a dead man walking. Before he became ‘Boothill’. He doesn’t remember his name from before, just that it was beautiful. He doesn’t remember much from before it all. The operation and that day had practically guaranteed that fact. He does remember Clementine, though.

After a moment of silence, he slowly lets go of her. He can’t dwell on this. Wallow in this.. Pain from his loss. On the memory of his daughter. His hands are tied, though. Because as much as he wants to say goodbye, to finally let her rest despite his memories. He wants to keep her here, with him. To be selfish.

As much as he wants to try and think of what she would want in the end, he knows full well that he can’t predict that. How can you do something like that, predict what a three year old wants after her death? To predict if she would want him to let go of her or to try and keep her as close as possible? He can’t do that and he’s struggling with that realization.

But in the end, he tries to push her out of his lap. He has things to do, people to say goodbye to before he leaves Penacony. He has places to be, after all, and he needs to leave soon. But, if Clementine were to be described, he has to use the word stubborn. Stubborn in everything she did. Walking, or well, toddling around, playing ‘guitar’, explaining herself with the vocabulary she’d learned from himself and his fathers. (It was one heck of a day the first time she mimicked one of them cursing. One heck of a day.)

So he let her stay in his lap, tucked against his chest. HIs other commitments can wait. Everything can wait, as he leans back, placing all of his weight onto one arm as he holds her with the other. If Boothill weren’t anything, at the very least he could be considered a good dad. Or he hopes so at least.

His synesthesia beacon protests at first as he tries to hum a tune, something he hasn’t done since before the.. IPC’s fudgery. She doesn’t complain though, once the darn thing finally lets him make sound. Curse his lack of vocal cords. He closes his eyes as best he can, which is, effectively, turning the system behind them off. He doesn’t have eyelids anymore, after all.

After a few minutes, his eyes turn on once he feels her move. Or at least the lack of weight on his lap. His eyes ‘widen’ as much as they’d be able to once he.. Realizes. She’s fading into.. what he can only call ‘bubbles’. He never learned the term for what everything deconstructed in to here, so he can only watch in faint horror as she fades into a series of blue and pink colored masses of liquid.

He grabs for her, only for his hands to cause her to deconstruct faster. He wants to sob. To cry properly. But his body can’t let him and so he keeps his mouth shut as she disipates. And once she’s gone, he sits in that position in silence for the longest time. And then he picks himself up and forces himself to regain a sembalance of his composure.

He can’t stay here. He didn’t get to send her off or say goodbye, but he at least got to see her again, and that’s enough for him. For today. Later, he knows he’ll regret not doing so many things, but he at least did all he knew he could handle at this moment in time.

So without looking back at the bubbles that have long since floated into the sky, he walks away, letting himself wake up into reality.

[berryless]

Dead man's dead name

Boothill x @lefossile's Original Female Character Fanfiction (PWP, NC-17 || 1.5k words || smut, fluff, dream sex, a tiniest littlest sprinkle of dirty talk which is really just normal Boothill talk with synesthesia beacon turned off)

Summary:

If intellitrons dream of electric sheep, what should a man mostly dead, mostly metal, very little of flesh and skin dream of? Boothill keeps to himself when it comes to dreams, because what is there to talk about, anyhow, it's not getting the present any different, and why are you asking anyway, you son of a nice lady? What he dreams of is not anyone's motherfudging business to know. … He dreams he is a real man, of blood and flesh, all limbs and organs present; he dreams of being able to feel with his whole body, and not just remembering what a thing it is to feel. He dreams of Taylor. And none of those things are for her to know about.

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Taylor flinches when his teeth scrape the nape of her neck, and he laughs into her skin, palms casually picking up and holding her breasts.

"Would you look at that… Someone's damn eager, ain'tcha."

He catches her hardened nipples between his fingers, feeling the way she shudders, squeezing into him from delicious friction between fabric and skin.

"██████…"

His name falling from her mouth is sweet and moist like a freshly baked cupcake. When she calls on him, her mouth opens up in a pretty circle, then stretches, teeth biting on her lower lip to say it right.

"Say it again," he asks without a thought, and Taylor listens.

He frees one hand for that, to catch her chin, finger pressing her lip down.

"Again."

"██████."

"Again…"

She moans the name into his mouth as he leans in to kiss her, stealing it from her lips, licking it clean with his tongue, swallowing it inside and keeping it in his stomach, a beating pulsing thing, his own living music box playing the same maddening melody on repeat.

"You say it so good," he whispers into her ear, arm squeezing her in his embrace, pressing Taylor close to his chest, skin to skin, bodies glued to each other until the barrier between them melts, connecting their flesh together. "So fucking good, baby…"

She laughs, but chokes on a sob as soon as his hand finds its place between her thighs, and he cannot help but hold her tighter when he feels how readily she spreads her legs for him.

She calls him more, moans it, stretches his name until it becomes one long trembling sound, a high note, a song without lyrics that hits the apple of his heart all the same.

"Yes… Yes…" he sighs into her shoulder, into her neck, her ear, lips pressed hot against its shell. "I know, I know. Like it, don't you? Your pussy's dripping wet. Melting right on my fingers… Heh. Bet it tastes just as sweet, hmm? Lemme check it real quick."

He drags his fingers out of her and catches them in his mouth, sucking in the taste of her, and Taylor gasps into his forearm, bites into it, eyes wide and dark, glued to his lips, hungry, eager. It's impossible not to strive to impress the audience that watches over him with such rapt attention he feels the heavy weight of her gaze on his skin. So he makes a show of licking clean each finger for far longer and more thorough than it was ever necessary, and yet Taylor still eats it up.

Fucking adorable.

He squashes her cheeks and drags her in for a kiss, messy and quick, a swift punch of affection against her puffy bright lips.

"What does your sweet pussy want, hmm? Ready for a ride? Or should I stretch you some more?"

His hand cups her stomach, giving it a light squeeze.

"Promised me…a ride of my lifetime," she reminds him, breathless, pushing closer until her lips are kissing his palm. Such a gentle thing she is. Hard for his heart to take it without cracking open.

"That I did," he hums, gaze caught in the trap of her tender warm eyes, drowning like insect in amber.

He lifts her up, holding under her knees, spreading her open.

"Lend a helping hand, will ya?" he asks, kissing her shoulder. "Guide my cock where you want it, sweet."

Her roughened palm rubs against him, the scratch of her callouses forcing him to flinch and curse into her skin, sucking the swear right in mixed with her sweat, leaving only a red dot of it like a censored ink mark.

"Such nice hands you have… I don't mind 'em 'round my thing all year 'round."

She laughs at half-assed compliment and covers him, pressing against her wet pussy. He rocks her lightly, cock dragging slowly between her folds, delicious mix of soft flesh, and thick slick, and rough touches.

"Fuck, feels so good…"

"Don't come yet."

"I won't, I won't. Have to save 'at till I'm inside you."

"Mmn."

"Scared I'll be done too quickly? Don't fret, baby: if I promised, I will deliver. You're not getting off this ride so soon."

She squeezes around him as soon as his tip enters, and he kisses her shoulder again, whispering for her to take her time, because he's not going anywhere, and that she's doing so well, taking him in strides, a literal handful. Taylor laughs a little, this kind of moist, almost sobbing sound, and sinks onto him, ass firmly sitting on his lap. She presses a hand against her own abdomen, and he waits, letting her get used to him, mouth never shutting up, spitting praises.

"Such a good girl," he drags into her ear, and Taylor shivers, falling onto his chest, palm hugging his neck. "You're ready?"

"Yeah…"

"It's okay, I'll start slow."

He moves her with ease, like he's used to the weight, like he's so thoroughly, achingly familiar with the feel of her in his arms it costs nothing, except it's everything—her pliable flesh hugging him snuggly, squeezing so tight, her soft sweet mewls sobbed through raspy gasps, his name on her tongue again, chewed gum between her teeth, filling her mouth same way his cock fills her, lewd and hot. Slowly they fall into motion, action so natural like they've done it dozens of times, connection of bodies echoing into sparks, little burns against their hearts, emotional love bites that scar the flesh, dance of blanks and dots that spell this moment into a silent song for later, for when they're not one solid piece anymore, but still want to remember the now, the present, the moans and the curses, the little tune of names knit into one another, picture perfect still of the moment they're in.

* * *

Boothill wakes up in the middle of it, mouth hot and dry, mind still foggy from pleasure. It's goddamn inconvenient in moments like this that he can't just jump right back into the vivid picture in his head and complete it right, helping himself rubbing it out of his system. He grabs the hipflask and takes a swig, thoroughly swishing his mouth with malt juice. Not the finest kind, this one, but to find it in those boonies at all is already a feat like no other. Though his tongue's still working alright—one of the few things that works of what's left of his flesh—the booze ain't hitting the same those days. There's no effect to it other than the taste, the blissful cloudiness of mind and thought it used to grant him stays forever out of reach no matter how much of it Boothill pours down his throat.

"██████."

The sound falls from his mouth like a rusty bent screw, useless and unrecognizable.

Boothill winces the same way a person with acute bad tooth does—one of the few things he won't experience that he's actually grateful about.

On her tongue it sounded so right. Like it was meant to be put in her mouth.

Before he can think this through, Boothill pulls out his smartphone.

"It's sunrise soon, so rise and shine, baby. Or fall asleep. Not sure what planet you're on right now, so I'll trust you'll choose right thing to do by yourself. You're a smart one, right? Right. No need for me to tell you the obvious. Don't have much else to tell ya, though. Just…thought to leave you something to wake up to. Or to sleep with. Again, whatever you need. That's all. I'm going."

He doesn't say he misses her or something equally sticky and presses send without adding a goodbye. He's not a big fan of those, not that he has lots of people to say them to.

"██████," he tries again, a barely audible whisper as he stares at his phone, waiting for message to be delivered—the connection in those backwoods crawls slower than half-crushed caterpillar. The signal wriggles slightly, sending signs of life, and the annoying running circle continues to spin, spin, spin.

It still doesn't sound right.

It's a dead word, dead name of a person long gone. Ghosts shouldn't say it. Of course it won't fucking sound right.

He puts the phone down, chin pressed against his knee, eyes staring at the wall before him like it's covered in holy scriptures. There's nothing on it, save for a little hole left by a fly he shot with a toothpick evening prior that zooted around the room, not giving him a chance to power off and refill the batteries.

It will never sound right. He knows. He knows it all too well.

And yet a part of him, a little one that Boothill tries to choke and squeeze into the furtherest corner, still wants to hear same thing spelled by her lips.

[minban]

you're not like the others. you're special. ( last one for Boothill because murder duo? yes )

@furiaei / crushing on you.

"are you calling me special, sweetheart?" piercing target eyes looks at the masked fool with growing amusement, though there is no malice in his words, no undercurrent that implies that he is not thrilled by her confession, evident in the way that a grin grows on his face to reveal sharp cutting teeth, a smile as fierce as it is gentle for his friends.

"well - why thank you. that's certainty sweet of you. but what's brought this on? don't tell me yer referring to when this here cowboy said he's not a good person." because boothill is in firm understanding that he is in no way, shape or form, a good upstanding person. he is the furthest thing from being the symbol of morally correct, as much as he tries to be. the galaxy ranger will never point his gun at the innocent, but well, there are innocent people in the ipc aren't there? new bright eyed recruits, people who don't know what they're getting themselves into, and he's blowed them up all into smithereens with laughter on the wind as he makes his grand escape into nothingness in search of creating the same chaos once more.

or, perhaps, this stems from dwellings of the heart? now that's a thought boothill has not have for some time now, not when he is so busy, always on the move, always on the run, a trail of disaster in his wake all for one specific space corporation. "unless yer talking about something else, sweetie." his processor might not be the fastest, it might not be the latest edition now that he things about it, so boothill has no problem admitting that he's a little bit slow when it comes to taking information such as this, a little surprised at times at how his beacon does not short circuit with how the speed his thoughts whirr compared to the speed at which his processor takes in memory. still, it does nothing to wane the smile on his face, growing wider and sharper with each passing second.

"hell's, if you count me special among the many people you've met, then ain't that a good thing? means i've got a special place in that pretty little heart of yers." boothill laughs, all deep and throaty as he regards mya, his occasional companion through the slaughter of the ipc. mya sees it as fun, boothill sees it as his self assigned mission, and it's such a hilarious thought to him how they've meshed together so well. she brings fun to his chaos, and sometimes he understands why the fools are the way they are. "i think yer a little special too."

[zero-insignificance]

DND Recap: Bob's Drag Race ft Miku

Cast includes: Rose the DM, Bob (yours truly), Truk, Patrick, Hill (Rene is gone now), and Alfie (guest stars)

The session opened with Bob asking Alfie a question,

Bob: Hank said that we'd end up together. Does this make me a furry? Alfie: What the fuck is a furry? Hank what's a furry? Hank: That's a question for your grandpappy. Alfie: Grandpazzaz? What's a furry? Azathoth: *sweating* Uh a furry is... an enthusiast for animal characters with human characteristics. Alfie: Oh. Bob: .... Alfie: Yes. You're a furry. Bob: Oh. Okay. Azathoth: *shaking and sweating in fatherly eldritch god*

Rene has left the party to run off with her wife to do lesbian things.

Bob: Truk. Where's the night club? Truk: How would I know? I was a kid. Bob: This is your kingdom. Truk: ... I know where the night club is.

This is the Drag Queen episode. Alfie would not be down to get all dragged up due to gender dysphoria being a trans guy. He stays behind with his family, especially to work on the cake. I am Bob now.

Truk starts leading us to the night club owned by Big Pete and he explains briefly. Bob was given 25 platinum pieces upfront to take out Big Pete and with get another 25 upon completion.

Truk leads the party through the streets of Russia. Bob and Truk have noticed a guy following us. Patrick is very insecure with himself. He doesn't have his cartoon powers anymore. He doesn't like the way he looks anymore. Bob and Patrick are both on the journey to liking what they see in the mirror.

We're going through alleys and stuff since Truk is like "This is the quickest route. We'll be there is 5 minutes." Patrick: does anyone have the time? Bob: *rummages through his pockets* Fuck. I left it in the castle... And a child comes up to us like "Do you have the time?" Patrick: No... Child: What's that in your hands? Rose: There is a large pocket watch in your hands. Patrick: Where did that come from? WHAT THE FUCK!? TRUK TAKE IT! *shoves it into Truk's hands* Truk: *panics in Russian* I DON'T WANT IT- *tosses it to Bob* Patrick's player: It starts ticking faster Bob: *panics and chucks it at the guy whose been following them. Me: Bob hits the deck. Patrick starts beating the giant pocket watch. Bob is on the ground in panicked British femboy. Nothing happens. They keep going and make it to Club Inferno.

There are angel statues outside of the club. They have their eyes covered. Everyone is immediately on edge. And we finally get to meet the person who has been tailing us.

This is Boothill who is taking Rene's place now that Rene and Lu have run off to have their own wedding with hookers and blackjack.

The session is briefly derailed by Truk's player and I critiquing the hold Hill has on his gun in the reference photo. Our autism was autisming in sync.

We are talking and are distracted. When we look back, the angels are gone. Bob: Fuck. Hank? Hank the orb: What is it? Bob: Uh... What the fuck? Hank: Those are weeping angels. They only move when they aren't being perceived. They're like security guards. If you don't do anything illegal, you'll be fine. Bob: *hisses* Uh... what if I have to do a murder? Hank: Just don't get caught, and you'll be fine. Bob: So, this is a stealth mission? I can do that. Hank: *presses x to doubt* Bob: What? Hank: You literally throw a smoke bomb every time you leave a room. You are the opposite of stealth. Bob: *british* Fuck. Hank: Don't make me bring out the cows. Bob: You're afraid of them too! That's a double-edged sword! Hank: *new yorker* Fuck.

Patrick books it since "No fuckin way am I sticking around near the Angel's last known location." Bob sweeps the leg. Hill fires a net launcher. Patrick fails the strength save and the dex save but Truk is entangled with Patrick.

Truk is let out. Patrick is let out after he promises not to run off.

Truk approaches the door to the club and sees a sign on the door. "Ladies night. No men allowed." Truk relays this to the party and Bob grins. "I know how to get us in there. I'm getting you all into drag."

He starts walking off gesturing for everyone to follow.

Patrick is concerned about Bob not having his shade. Bob ensures him to not worry about it and reveals his very expansive make up kit and it's basically that one scene in good omens where Crowely says that he has a permit. Patrick is shook, but has faith in Bob. Bob presses a button, and the kit starts retracting like a measuring tape. Bob yells for everyone to duck, he ducks down and the kit ravels up in his hand with a loud smack that hurts. Bob: Ow. Patrick: How does it do that? It shouldn't fit like that. Bob: My kit is bigger on the inside.

And they follow them to the back room of Sha'am.

Bob asks Sha'Carri if we can use the backroom to get everyone all done up in drag. Bob invites Sha'Carri to join us, but he declines stating that he was a drag queen but had to step back because he was too successful and stole a lot of men's hearts.

Sha'Carri gestures to his wall of hearts he's stolen.

Sha'Carri brings up that he would've loved to add Bob's heart to his collection.

Bob: *laughs* Good thing for both of us that you're not my type! Truly Sha'Carri, I see you like a brother. Patrick: Damn, you got family-zoned? Truk: He got sibling zoned. Rose: A single tear rolls down Sha'Carri's cheek. Me: Bob is too autistic to notice.

Eventually, Bob mentions the fact that he is horrifically depressed and that they lost their will to live.

Sha'Carri hides a jar from Bob. Sha'Carri rolls stealth. Bob rolls perception.

Bob gets a high roll, Sha'Carri's sucks.

Bob: Sha'Carri. What do you have? Sha'Carri: Nothing! Bob: *breaks into hives* Sha'Carri. Sha'Carri: Fuck I forgot about your allergy. Bob: *pulling out an EpiPen" Sha'Carri, what are you hiding from me? Sha'Carri groans realizing that there isn't a way to lie to Bob so he shows him a jar contain Bob's will to Live. Bob sticks himself with the EpiPen and says "I want it back." Sha'Carri: Let's do a trade! What are you willing to part with?

In the dms I've shared my headcanons about Bob to Rose, all of which started off with Rose saying "Did you know Baja Blast is lime?" in the Bob voice she used before I took over. They've all become canon or will be canon.

One of the things that Rose mentioned is that Bob has a tarrasque heart.

Bob: *british* I do have a tarrasque heart. Sha'Carri: A tarrasque heart??? *He can't turn that down* Bob pulls out an immaculate tarrasque heart he has in a jar and says "It's a deal." Sha'Carri says "Goodbye, my greatest possession." Bob: When did you even steal it? Sha'Carri: 7000 years ago? Bob: That was about 100 years after I developed the depression.

Me: How many tarrasque hearts does Bob have? Rose: Roll a d12. Me: 12! Rose: Bob has 120 tarrasque hearts. Players: damn. Where did he get those from Rose and I: ... Patrick: The fuck did he do? Rose: ANYWAY- Bob: Time for drag bootcamp. First things first. Let's get you all in heels.

Everyone rolls well on performance.

Bob is impressed with all of them.

Next. The body.

Everyone is padded up. Hill already has a slutty little waist, but he is put in the cincher anyways. Patrick insists on being put in the cincher. It is basically that one animation short from Legends of Avantris where Torbek wears a Playboy Bunny outfit. Patrick with have to roll con saves if he wants to do any strenuous activities. Truk refuses the waist cincher. Bob respects that. Hill does not. He tries to force him in the cincher. Truk resists. Hill shoots him with a tranq dart. Truk is out. Bob is like "I don't get paid enough for this" and starts painting Patrick. He does not try to stop Hill since this he has work to do on Patrick and he's not going to waste time. Truk is cinched by Hill.

Patrick looks like a very buff Lady Dimitrescu in drag.

When Truk wakes up he immediately rips off the waist cincher.

Bob asks Truks permission to do glue down Truks eyebrows. Truk refuses cuz autism. Bob respects that as a fellow late diagnosed autistic individual. Bob lets Truk feel the products to see which products don't set off his sensory issues.

Truk looks like himself, but a girl.

Hill does not recognize himself in the mirror.

Bob did a phenomenal job.

The party is all kitted out and Bob does a magical girl transformation and shouts for Sha'Carri to come look.

Sha'Carri is impressed and the last thing we need to do is give everyone drag names

Patrick's drag name is Dutchess Dauntless

Truk’s drag name is Crystal Empress

Hill’s drag name Electra Flash

Truk's player pulls a phenomenal girl voice out of his ass for Truk. Rose is jealous "I'm going to key your car." Alfie drops off some muffins and gives everyone a thumbs up. He thinks they look awesome. He teleports off.

We are on the way to the club. It takes 15 minutes to get to the club.

We enter. Everyone is too tall for the building.

Bob is immediately swarmed by 5 fans of Glitta Fah Faes who is his drag persona. He is a celebrity in the drag scene.

They want his autograph say that they've been to every single one of his shows and he states that it's good to be back.

They ask why he's here and he says that it is because he wants to show off his drag daughters which isn't a lie. He's fey so I have to be careful about what I say. I can't lie but I also can't be lied to because of the allergy. I am a lie detector.

He asks a worker where Big Pete is, and they say that he's in the Tall Ladies Room.

They head to the back room where there is Big Pete, a lady centaur who is a security guard, Lady Dimitrescu and Bayonetta.

Big Pete: *gruff new yorker* GLITTA! Glitta: Big Pete. Lovely to see you. Big Pete: What brings you here? Glitta: Mostly come to show off my drag daughters. just look at them. Crystal: hi~ Dutchess: Sup. Electra: Mm. Glitta: You wouldn't know it, but this is their first times in drag. Big Pete: Really? I'm impressed. Glitta: I'm a bit of a miracle worker. Big Pete: Glitta. That can't be the only reason you came. Bob nods and sits next to him. The Centaur stares at Truk. She goes to slowly shuffle over to Truk but Hill glares at her and she stops.

Bob: I hear that you're not treating your employees fairly~ And Big Pete lies through his teeth.

Bob gets a bit itchy. And Pete says he should get that looked at.

"It's an allergy. I'm allergic to bullshit. I know you're lying,"

As he continues talking to Big Pete, he speaks into Lady Dimitrescu's mind "Nod or shake your head if you want to be here." She shakes her head slightly. He asks Bayonetta the same thing. Same response. He speaks to their minds once more. "You should leave" And they do.

Big Pete: *cocky* Glitta. What are you doing?

And Bob flips him around putting him in a chokehold and squeezing his fat neck and he chokes out "Glitta... What are you doing?" Bob has Pete grappled and frightened. And in the smoothest fucking line I've ever done Bob in that suave accent says with a smirk on his face "Community service."

He pulls out his poisoning kit which is made to look like a makeup kit.

He twists off the top a perfume bottle and pours it into Pete's mouth. It's arsenic. And Pete immediately starts having a seizure.

His body is stashed in Bob's bag of holding.

He dies.

Then it is revealed who the centaur is.

She is Truk's half-sister. The first demigod we have to kill.

He wants to fight her one on one.

Truk fucking shoves her into the wall. The wall crumbles. The dispel magic field is destroyed

We are told to get everyone out.

Bob unlocks the door and quickly opens it shouting "FIRE!!!"

Everyone books it. Truk stays behind.

And the rest of the party must deal with two weeping angels. Bob has encountered weeping angels before.

He knows not to look them in the eyes. He relays this to the party.

Bob: DON'T LOOK THEM IN THE EYES. Patrick: Why not? Bob: An image of angel is in itself an angel. JUST DON'T Patrick makes chin contact; Hill is staring at the robes.

Patrick needs to be out of the cincher. Bob cuts through the lace but fumbles the dex check and stabs Patrick a lot.

You have a system. We must all make a con save to keep our eyes open for each round.

Patrick uses his warning blade to sense the angels. Bob uses his warning shotgun to sense the angels. I don't remember most of what Hill did, but I know he killed an Angel.

Bob shot the first Angel's arm off. Hill kills it.

Patrick lobs off the last angel's head but it's not enough cuz Alfie shows up all "Wtf is happening?"

Everyone in the party has a friendship bracelet. (except for Hill) Those are symbols of Alfonse's protection. He can sense when the party is in danger. He comes to their aid, appearing between Bob and Patrick. He is shouted at to close his eyes. He obliges and...

He's touched by a weeping angel.

Rose: How old is Alfie? Me: He's 28, but he can't age cuz draconic bloodline sorcerer and also eldritch god. Rose: Oh yeah. Alfie is sent backward in time 85 years. Me: Really? Rose: HOLY SHIT, THAT MEANS HE LIVES THROUGH THE FALL OF RUSSIA- Me: He lives through the same trauma as Truk... He can't catch a break.... Patrick: Alfie NO- Alfie: *walks back up* Sup.

Alfie has been living in Russia for the last 85 years as a carpenter. He is the one commissioned for those god-awful doors to the throne room and the massive dining room set.

He waves his hand to use magic to push everyone back, plops down an explosive he made that morning, steps back, and hits the detonator as he closes his eyes.

BOOM

There is now a crater where the angel used to be.

Alfie gives everyone an explanation of what happened and asks where Truk is.

Cut to Truk's fight with Hannical, the centaur demigod.

Hannical cast snilloc’s snowball swarm in Truk. 5 cold damage.

Alfie: YOUR NAME SUCKS.

Truk casts branding smit doing 55 damage

Hannical: *pulls out crossbows* Magic isn’t the way to go with you, brother.

92 damage not including the damage from being forced through the wall

Hannical keeps critting

Truk is at 81 health

Truk calls on his friends

And we fuck Hannical up

And because it was cool, Hannical is on the ground on one hp.

Hannical: How? You’re supposed to be weak. YOU'RE THE RUNT- Truk: I may be weak, but I have something you don’t have. FRIENDS.

She is killed by a blow to the head.

Alfie gives Truk a hug.

Truk is looking rough. Bob is hyped cuz he can dissect Pete.

Bob has his will to live back, but he has to open the jar and he's scared cuz he hasn't had it in 7000 years. Alfie rips the bandaid off and uncorks the jar and HOLY SHIT DOES THIS FUCKING HURT.

Bob: Oh gods. AH- FUCK-

Bob immediately crumples to the ground and his breath is caught in his throat and his is in a lot of pain.

And then fucking Hatsune Miku shows up

She and Bob know each other. They play poker together every week. They have a pact that Bob made when he was drunk on 80 shots of polish rectified spirit after beating her in a drinking contest where he must play her every Wednesday until he beats her for the first time.

4920-0

Bob sucks at poker.

Truk’s first memory of Alfie was Alfie walking up to him as a child doing some business in the castle gardens and handing him a flower and saying “You’re going to do great things, Truk”

His second memory is of him walking up to Alfie as he installs those god awful doors.

Lil Truk: I know what you are. Alfie: Hm? Lil Truk: You like kissing boys don't you? Alfie: wha- Lil Truk: You like kissing boys~ Alfie: what the- Lil Truk: You're gay. Alfie: *sweatin* Lil Truk: Honestly slay. It looks good on you. Alfie: ... Lil Truk: gaslight gatekeep girl boss. Alfie: *keysmash* *drops the door on himself* Lil Truk: ARE YOU OKAY- Alfie: *flattened a la looney tunes* I'll be fine. Don't tell your father. or your mother. Get the bike pump.

Patrick carries Bob Alfie carries Truk cuz Alfie is ripped he's been wrestling bears in Russia.

He fist bumps a bear "See you round, Vlad."

At one point Patrick yoinks Truk and Alfie demands his son back.

Truk: WAIT WHAT? Alfie: Gimme. This is addressed later.

We head back to Sha'am to get Pat's clothes back.

[dreamerdeity]

18+ CONTENT AHEAD!!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!

Now that he thinks about it, 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 reckons he's got a thing for engineers—Specifically, pretty engineers who spread their legs for him like the good girls he wants them to be.

You were so kind as to offer repairing his prosthetic arm's nerve-device agreement and motor controls. Nothing out of the ordinary, but what was out of the ordinary is this. Boothill is something of a brute, a brazen gunslinger who's rough around the edges, yes, but nothing could've prepared you for what came after his arm was all back up and running. "Jus' wanna test out your handiwork" is what he said. What he failed to mention though was that testing that repaired mobility involved you sprawled on your work station, skirt bunched up around your waist, and his cold metal fingers pumping in and out of you as he licks and bites at the soft skin of your neck like a starved man. You're dazed and in disbelief, but it's good. It's so good you're past questioning the nature of your circumstances.

"Fuckin' hell… Looky what we have here. Who woulda thought that pretty little miss engineer liked gettin' her pussy filled like a hooker." Boothill murmurs tauntingly against your neck, the shit-eating grin on his lips evident in his voice and all it does is make you clench around his fingers harder, a soft moan tumbling past your lips when you hear him suck in a breath at your tightness.

He curls his silver-plated digits against your walls and chivalrously waits for you to let up, wasting no time as he picks his pace back up when you do. You dip your head downward, watching as your wetness drips down his wrist, coating the metal in a glossy sheen of your arousal. The coordinated clanking of his arm mixes with your moans, and Boothill finally pulls his face away from your neck. He leans down to meet you at eye-level, so close that you feel his breath fanning against your lips.

"Ya feel that? How does it feel, sweetheart?" He tilts his head to the side, unbusy hand cupping around your clothed breast and squeezing gently. If you were in the right state of mind, you'd speak, but all you manage is a nod, lips parted and brow furrowed as you try to remain grounded somehow. Boothill giggles at your state, a sound too innocent to be heard amidst the obscenity of his actions, his fingers picking up the pace and the cool metal of his thumb starting to rub fast circles against your clit, his tongue darting out to lick against your lips in silent coaxing.

You part them for him obediently, and your tongues sloppily dance against one another's. He pulls away too soon, lips curling up in a grin, tongue swiping over his sharp and pearly teeth . "Takin' my fingers so well. I reckon I might jus' have to take ya back home with me. How does that sound, cutie? You can be my personal repair-lady. Would ya like that?"

Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn't. That's an idea you'll find yourself entertaining long after the outlaw has bid you a temporary farewell.

a/n: yall i literally know nothing about hsr but i saw this man on my fyp and had to write sth for him bc i started frothing at the mouth WHAT? is his arm even prosthetic? idk and idc i want him so bad.