Thought: Slightly Tipping Up Boothill's Hat With A Finger To Give Him A Forehead Kiss

thought: slightly tipping up boothill's hat with a finger to give him a forehead kiss

THIS made me want to beat up air in the best way. SOFT BOOTHILL ALERT 🚨‼️

This is probably Boothill’s favorite thing. EVER. Absolutely something that could make him short circuit on the spot (which did happen when you initially started doing it), just because he feels so loved, and he can’t get over how stupidly adorable that is.

One of the very few things that can genuinely catch him off guard; one second he’s busy playing with his phone, and then you tip his hat up, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. Once Boothill registers the warmth of your lips, his eyes focus on something blurry in the distance - he’s staring and letting out no words, none until he hears you giggling. He tries to hide the rare redness of his cheeks with his hat and pulls it down lightly, grumbling quietly.

Boothill does get used to it after a while, deep down hoping you’d never stop doing it, unfortunately - he refuses to ask you, so he just suffers until you do it; but when you do, he grabs you by your arm and gazes intensely into your eyes.

“Again. Do it again.”

There’s just something in his mind that immediately shuts him down (thankfully not literally now), really, it’s just so damn cute - you tip his hat up. To give him a kiss on his forehead. If he could, he’d have butterflies in his stomach right now, alas - his hands instinctively place themselves on his firm, metallic equivalent, as if they truly ravaged inside.

But in his mind, he still remembers; and thanks to you - he doesn’t have to worry about forgetting the feeling, quite the contrary - relishing the fact that he can still feel loved the same way, just like during the times he was truly human.

getting so fucked up by boothill that we have to turn him off to take a break...............

oh great heavens 😳😵‍💫😵‍💫 i wonder if he has an on/off button....

nsfw（＾ω＾）he's a meanie, afab!reader, robot dick (it vibrates btw), doggystyle, this is kind of rushed i'm sorry + i'm not well-versed in writing cyborgs/robots sigh...

"sensitive, ain't cha?" that familar sneers came from behind you, as boothill presses his metallic body against yours, drawing yet another moan from your parted mouth. this damn cyborg, does he ever ran out of gas?

it's not like you can ask him or even think about it, not when your pussy is being brutally bullied by his cock—which he had purposely set to the highest vibration setting, making it impossible for you to stay quiet. combine that with the cool feeling of his length sliding in and out of your warm walls—man, you can barely feel your legs at this point.

you groan, closing your eyes and clutching the sheets desperately as if holding on to the little sanity you had left. unfortunately, this only motivates him to go harder, forcing you to open your eyes again as steam rises from the gaps in his body, signaling how overheated he gets after hours of fucking you without breaks. unfortunately for you, he can still goes on for days or even weeks until he needs to recharge again—a body befitting his occupation as a galaxy ranger.

soft whines and cries flew out of your mouth as he forces another orgasm out of your abused cunt, "stop already... 'm tired..." you pout, trying to keep your shaking legs still.

your hand reaches up for the hidden button on the back of his neck, but the galaxy ranger quickly caught your wrist, cackling at your adorable attempt at shutting him down, "are ya sure y'want to stop, cutie? sweet, i can't even pull out with how much you're squeezing me in, looky here, see?" to emphasize his point, he presses down on your lower stomach, knowing that the gesture will makes you squirm and causes your pussy to suck him in even deeper. sly mf.

nonono, that will not distract you from turning him off, not this time. you let out a hiss as you use your other hand to hold him down, "let me rest, you pervert!" and with determination, your hands finally reached his button before boothill can stop you, pressing down on it to make him enter power-saving mode. the cyborg instantly plops down beside you, face-first into the sheets with a loud groan. finally, you can catch your breath. it'll be at least a few hours before the mode automatically ends itself, which means you can sleep or clean up for a bit before he wakes up and starts kicking a fuss again.

while his system forces him to sleep, boothill keeps mumbling about how he's gonna make you pay later, that he's gonna pound you until you collapse so you won't even have the energy to reach his button—well, it won't happen until later, so use the limited time you have wisely before he wakes up.

"is this too cliche?" who cares? bro, write what you have fun writing. stuff your manuscript full of your favourite tropes. the same themes you love. all inspired by things you grew up with. do it all. go off. load. it. up. be freeeee

this is so real 😭

Why am I like this

✿ 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙨<3 ✿

characters: il!dan heng x nb!reader

warnings: fluff, just fluff, also dan heng’s tail holding u hostage, also also reader is shorter than dan heng

notes: dan heng needs more love and appreciation. come on, this mans fine asf

if anyone were to ever tell dan heng that one day he would be purring contently while keeping a struggling familiar tuft of [c] haired person in his hold, he would have simply shrugged them off with a thought of how weird that is. really? keeping someone in his hold? while being content and purring? yeah, that doesn’t exactly sound like dan heng.

if so, then whose teal scaled tail was holding you so tightly? wrapped around your middle, keeping your hands to your side as you try to wiggle out of his grasp? purrs like a cat’s reverberating in his room as he pulls you close over and over to place a peck on your forehead.

the vidyadhara high elder is a respected title. one that causes the people of the luofu to kneel and sing praises to him. in his name.

saying how amazing he is to split the seas, to control the waters and the ocean like it was nothing, to hold the highest title amongst an ancient species of even more ancient beings.

yet here he was. this needy dragon. keeping you tightly in his hold as he peppers your face in kisses.

“dan heng… my love”

“yes, dearest?”

“will you please be willing to let me—“

“not happening”

and there goes your chance of freedom. taken away, cruelly stripped off of you as he wraps his arms around you, keeping you in place. lovely. any other time of the day, any other moment, any other day and this would have been such a lovely occasion for you.

having your usually stoic and a bit reclusive lover turn into a clingy cat. wait no, dragon? cat-dragon? dragon-cat?? in your hold. but right now… nature calls. and his tail wasn’t helping.

long scaled limb wrapped around your shoulder all the way to your stomach. his arms coming around to pull you closer to himself on the mattress that works as his bed in the archives. smushing his face against your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses on the exposed skin as deep rumbling purrs resound from deep within his chest.

sometimes, due to his current form, his horns would knock up to your chin. each time, he would leave soothing kisses as a means to “kiss the booboo better”.

this was your lover, ladies and gentlemen and everything up and above. this… clingy cat-dragon.

“perfect height for forehead kisses…” dan heng mumbles quietly to himself as he moves to plant soft kisses all over your forehead after moving your bangs to the side.

smooch! smooch! smooch! smooch! smooch!

pulling away with a content smug smile on his face, the vidyadhara looks at the amount of lipgloss stains left all over your face and exposed skin of your neck. you had complained about his lips being a bit harsh and he decided to borrow one of your chapsticks. the colored one specifically. and here you were, eating your very own words.

literally.

especially when the dragon leans in to plant an unusually deep kiss on your lips, almost as if wanting to devour you whole. the more… primal parts of his brain did wanted to do that. just wrap you up in his hold and chomp on your exposed flesh until you look like you were mauled by a wild animal. which… was kinda the truth.

but that was for later on.

for now, the greedy dragon was just content to hold you tightly in his grasp, planting soft kisses on your forehead or cheeks. wherever his lips reach first. the ends of his tail wagging happily like a puppy, a certain flare of possessiveness sparking in him whenever he sees you trying to escape his grasp. a feeling of happiness and sheer adoration blooming instead when he sees the colored chapstick leave another mark on your skin.

thankfully, a certain cheerful pink haired girl knocks on the doors to dan heng’s room. upon entering and seeing your colored face and how your lover’s tail would tighten around you just a little bit, she raises a brow.

placing her hands on her hips, march looks between the two of you. one with a happy smile on his face, if one could squint, they could see imaginary small flowers and bubbles floating around him. and the other… they looked like they wanted to die.

“uhhhh… what happened here?”

“i fell for a trap… i went in for a kiss and now. he’s got me. and he won’t let me go”

“mine”

“i know but nngh!”

“mine”

“mmph!”

“mine”

“i know but mnngh!”

“mine”

“goddammit!”

Here me out on this:

Boothill with his s/o who has stuck by his side all this time from back when he was still human, to his early days of being a cyborg (those days were the darkest but they were his shining light) till now. His s/o who has been so patient and understanding with him, reassuring Boothill that they love him no matter what he thinks of himself (he definitely hides how insecure he is deep down). With all that in mind, this makes Boothill go “Yeah figure I might as well propose to them” because his s/o is the only person he’d ever want to spend the rest of his life with. <333

-Sugarcube anon

OW SUGARCUBE ANON IT HURT SO BAD BUT ALSO HURT SO GOOD 😭

Honestly the realization that you've been with him through all of this would hit him on a completely random day, seeing you do something absolutely normal and mundane. Boothill is just sitting there, watching you cook or sew clothes you've meant to for a while, and then... It clicks.

Oh the innocent days back then, when it was all the same, except.. for when he looked down, and saw some scars, cuts or actually seeing his chest rise and fall when he took and released his breath; when that pesky hands of yours tickled him relentlessly, making him unable to hold the laughter that echoed through the room. When he still could feel his own voice vibrate in the depths of his throat.

Even when Boothill opened his eyes and noticed the new weight of his body, the buzzing sounds whenever he stretched his hard, metal fingers for the first time—

You remained by his side.

You remained through his first baby steps, that no longer bore the resemblance of a human. You still kissed him goodnight and wanted him to embrace you from behind, even though the weight of his new arm felt slightly jarring on your side. You still kept saying the words that he won't ever get tired of.

"I love you."

The words seemed to have left Boothill's mouth by themselves with no prior warning.

"What?" Your eyelashes flutter in surprise, stopping you in your tracks; your eyes gaze at his in confusion, encouraging him to speak further.

Boothill only stares at you back, his mouth slightly agape. There's a small glimmer in his widened eyes.

"Boothill? Are you—"

"Marry me."