mywifealhaitham

[mywifealhaitham]

Thinking about possessive Boothill in public that turns into clingy mess in private,,

Boothill lays between your legs on your shared bed, careful not to put his entire weight on you; his cheek nuzzles into your stomach, occasionally peppering it with gentle kisses. A satisfied growl escapes his lips when your hands begin to play with his hair, carding through it and softly scratching his scalp - his snowy hair strands fall through the gaps of your fingers and Boothill pushes his head further into your hand, encouraging you to continue.

The feeling of your touch almost intoxicates him; he yearns to feel it more. He knows he’ll never get tired of it, no - he wants more, now.

He props himself up on his elbow and unexpectedly grabs your arm, sliding his hand up from your wrist to slowly cup his cheek with your palm; Boothill’s eyebrows furrow slightly as he yet again, nuzzles into your hand greedily and closes his eyes.

A smile forms on your face when Boothill presses a kiss in the center of your palm, still having his own, robotic hand over yours - but he’s so gentle with you, maybe even afraid of using a bit more strength with you right now. His raven bangs tickle you ever so slightly, almost if it was a ghost’s touch; your thumb caresses the skin hidden underneath the pitch-black hair, adorned by a few pearly strands of hair that messily sat in the middle.

Your hand makes its way to touch the bangs; he scoffs and mourns the loss of warmth your hand provided, but waits for your next move. His nose inhales sharply when he felt you tuck his bangs behind his ear and pull him closer by his chin.

Boothill hovers above you, face to face.

He wastes no more time and hungrily, yet tenderly, connects your lips together. This time, it’s his palm that cups your face; his mechanized thumb strokes your cheek with affection that no one else has ever seen.

Boothill’s bangs fall to frame his face again; he deepens the kiss.

[mywifealhaitham]

⠀ — boothill thoughts that have been in my brain.

boothill who is so fond of cheek kisses and fingers on his jaw and nudging his face against yours— it’s the only way he’s able to feel how warm or cold you are, a thumb smoothing over your cheek is useless when he can’t feel your skin. he’d much rather press his to yours like a cat and leave a quick smooch or a playful bite to the soft skin there.

boothill who always puts his hands over yours when you cup his cheeks, leaving a kiss or two and a harmless nibble on your palms and holding them there for as long as he can. it reminds him of when his own cheeks were able to warm— but having you around to simulate it and gently squeeze at his face isn’t so bad.

boothill who is the kind of guy to pull your legs up over his lap, idly drum on your legs and give your thigh the occasional squeeze while he listens to you talk.

boothill who most definitely throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to take you places— when you’re up too late and need to get to bed or procrastinating something he knows you have to start on. he gives you the chance to go yourself now and again, but 9/10 times you’re swept up out of your seat and hanging over his shoulders.

boothill who gets too into his own head every here and there and relies on the sound of your voice to pull his focus away from the whirring of his own internals.

boothill who really isn’t as tough and gruff as he’s chalked up to be— not with you, at least. he’s got a special little sweet spot for when it’s just the two of you.

[mywifealhaitham]

boothill + southern bell! reader ౨ৎ

thinking about boothill being in a relationship with the mayor’s daughter and writing her letters everyday, promising that he’ll come to visit her when he passes by on his many travels. of course, the space cowboy will go on some details of a score he settled with someone or just talking about how much he misses his you and counts down how many days left in his travels until he can swoop you in his arms and shower your pretty face with kisses.

and for him it’s fun to mess around and sneak behind your daddy’s back when he expects his darling girl to be in the beauty parlor or helping her mama—yet, you’re here with boothill in a tavern having fun and drinking a few beers with him—taking a well deserved break from the work your mama gives you and the expectations.

and when the day he leaves, boothill makes sure to gives you a passionate kiss and reassures you that he’ll back all in one piece and collect little gifts for you, because his darling deserves the finest things in life.

© meaispunk┆reblogs are appreciated; please do not translate, plagiarize, copy, nor move any of my works in other media space, thank you.

[mywifealhaitham]

Thinking about how one of Boothill’s skills being called sizzlin tango…okay. okay . yeah . what if I want to dance with him . what if he has some smooth moves, what if he wants to catch you off guard by dipping you down while his free hand runs up your thigh okay what sure totally normal ahahah

ANON YOU HAVE AWOKEN THE BEAST WITHIN ME

Yes yes!! Boothill would LOVE to dance with you and absolutely steal the show!! You can't dance? it's absolutely fine, he'll lead you and you only need to follow him. God he FOR SURE has smooth moves, even if you don't have much experience, it's barely noticeable.

Boothill definitely loves dancing, mostly because of the closeness - he wants to have his hand on you at all times. He wants to touch you, and will touch you. Dancing gives him an opportunity to do just that - hands, waist, chest to chest, it doesn't even matter what dance it is, he's already dragging you onto the middle of the room and asks you for a dance.

The closeness can make him feel dizzy, it feels like he's about to go crazy when he has you almost face to face, the familiar scent of your skin reaching his nose, Boothill bites his lip to prevent just absolutely ditching the entire idea and kissing you right here.

Don't even mention Boothill touching your thigh when he dips you down, good lord save us all, he knows what he's doing. He grins at you when he feels the smooth skin when he glides his hand up your thigh, teasing the fabric of your underwear with his fingers.

He also likes to twirl you. No reason for this, he just thinks it's cute - perhaps when you greet or just because he felt it. When you face him again, he presses a sweet kiss on your cheek, intertwining and squeezing your hands together.

[mywifealhaitham]

this is based on this post, credits to the person who made the video for this idea , this was more of a rant than a fic.

Boothill has always been a clingy partner, not that you minded of course, you always felt safe and sound around him, and he did too. He adores every inch of you, from head to toe, but one thing he particularly preferes are your hands.

Everytime you guys laze around, enjoying eachother’s presence, he is always playing or fidgeting with your hands, sometimes the cold metallic feeling sends shivers down your spine but it’s nice nonetheless. He, instead, likes the feeling of your human skin against his robotic one. He has never been human in the first place, sometimes he closes his eyes and begins to wonder how would it feel to bask in your warmth, being able to feel you when you’re close or against him.

This is one of the many reasons on why most of the times he takes both of your hands and places them on his cheeks, his face being the only part of him that he could consider ‘human’, even though it really isn’t. . but he doesn’t care. He couldn’t care less about anything that isn’t your skin touching his. He could stay seconds, minutes, hours like this, if you wouldn’t mind, even small acts as booping your nose with his or placing your forehead on his and looking straight into his black and red eyes.

As long as you’re with him he knows how being human really feels like.

this was better in my head honestly, but im feeling brain dead and this is all i can think about, also the thing about him never being a human being is an headcanon of mines.

[mywifealhaitham]

just putting this out here.

I saw that Slave! Aven x reader post, and just wanted to share my thoughts.

What the fuck.

Not only are you completely disregarding his story of breaking free from his chains on his own and joining the IPC after killing the man who bought him, it’s also really weird. Feels like you’re almost romantising it.

Aventurine’s story is not for anybody to twist into you helping him escape, because the entire reason he’s the character we know in current is the fact he did it all. By. Himself.

However, I do agree death threats are way too far. The fic may be deserving of criticism, however, whoever is hiding behind the guise anonymity and sending hate, slurs and death threats to the og poster, you’re not any better

I enjoy your works, but I am not supporting you anymore. I hope you can genuinely learn from this.

I’m not going to say anything else. disagree, block or hate me however you like, I stand by this point. Thanks.

[mywifealhaitham]

caught wearing their clothes ?! (argenti, aventurine, sunday)

a/n : isn’t it kinda funny all 3 of them have boss forms? (´-ω-`) we don’t talk abt the way argentis part is the shortest </3

argenti

it was a nice afternoon, perfect for going out with loved ones. though, even with such lovely weather, you felt bored to death waiting for argenti. so naturally, you would search for ways to cure your boredom while waiting for argenti’s return.

that’s how you got yourself in your current situation—getting caught wearing a spare set of argenti’s usual armor as he returned.

“you look absolutely stunning in my outfit, dearest.” his soft voice startled you, causing you to freeze and immediately turn towards him. your face was practically the color of his hair, as you had never meant for him to see you like this.

“a-argenti! back so early?” you let out a nervous laugh, averting your gaze out of the embarrassment you were feeling.

“is something the matter, dearest? why so nervous? afraid I might scold you for wearing my clothes?” your embarrassment and nervousness seems to elicit a hearty chuckle out of him as he takes a few steps closer to you, extending a rose towards you. “if it’s that you’re worried about—then fear not—as I believe your beauty could rival even the goddess idrila no matter what you wear.” argenti smiles as he softly reassured you.

his words only served to make you flush further, his flattering compliments making your heart race faster. “…you really think so?” originally, you were quite worried about what he’d think if he saw you in this state. but with such kind demeanor and reassurance, how could anyone resist having an ego boost?

“of course, there is no need for me to lie to you.” argenti’s smile widens as he decides to insert the rose behind your ear. “though, I do believe the attire I would love seeing you in the most is attire fit for our wedding one day.”

aventurine

this was your lucky moment! aventurine was currently out attending an ipc meeting, which meant you were left all alone. being left alone gave you many opportunities—specifically an opportunity to borrow his spare clothes and have some fun with it.

as you looked yourself over in the mirror, you had to admit you looked nice in aventurine’s usual clothes. you even chose to take a pair of his glasses and one of his hats to fully immerse yourself in the experience! his outfit was quite flamboyant and was definitely flashy, usually catching the attention of many.

wearing his outfit made some mischievous ideas slowly start to come to life as you made the choice of mocking him in his clothes.

“I always win in my gambles, so naturally I’ll bet my entire bank account! i’m just a stupid, careless, mindless gambler—“ suddenly, you were cut off by the sound of the door opening as aventurine stands there in the doorway, arms crossed with an amused smirk on his lips as he leans against the doorframe.

“hmm… so this is how you choose to kill time while i’m away, huh?” aventurine laughs as he approaches you, observing the way you looked in his clothes. “i have to say, you look quite good like this. I’m surprised you’re bold enough to rock a little window like me, though~” he narrows his eyes, glancing at you playfully as his words made your cheeks flush.

“even your little impression of me was fun to witness. but, it says a lot about you as a person, doesn’t it? if I’m a stupid, careless, mindless gambler, then what does that make you for being attracted to me?” aventurine teases, making your jaw drop as you find yourself scrambling for a response.

“don’t get ahead of yourself now. i’m certainly not attracted to you.” you retort, despite the fact that the both of you knew very well that your words were a blatant lie.

“oho? is that how it is? then let’s see just how much you’re ‘not attracted to me’ once I start doing this…” aventurine’s chuckle sends a shiver down your spine as he begins to lean closer to your lips, his hand making its way down to your hips.

sunday

you had some time before sunday arrived home, and coincidentally, you spotted spare pairs of sunday’s usual attire as you were searching for something to occupy yourself with.

unfortunately, you weren’t a halovian like sunday. so after you had finished putting on his clothes, you had to find a way to improvise when it came to his wings and halo. messily, you began to draw outlines for his wings and halo on some paper. you then colored them in, planning to cut them out and find a way to use them.

just as you were about to tape the paper wings behind your ears, you heard sunday’s voice as he stepped into the house.

you tried to clean everything up and change, but it was too late. you had already been caught.

“ah? is this what I think it is? is the love of my life trying to impersonate me?” sunday jokes light-heartedly, his pleasant laugh filling your ears as you look away shyly. “you even went so far as to make a fake pair of wings and halo… you’re very dedicated if I do say so myself.” he smiles softly as he takes a few steps closer to you, humming as he admired you.

“this was a dumb idea… you’re still the one that looks the best when wearing these clothes.” you laugh awkwardly, a sheepish look in your eyes as he admires you. his attention being completely directed on you at a moment like this seemed to be the most embarrassing possible timing.

“no need to be so embarrassed about all of this, my love. I don’t mind this at all.” sunday shakes his head, hoping his words will reassure you as he lightly pats your head. “in fact, I’d say you look just about ready to replace me as the head of the oak family.” he lets out an amused chuckle at the idea, his mind already painting an image of you leading the family like he currently did.

“then… what would I be missing?” a sigh of relief escapes you at his reassurance before you decided to reply with a more light-hearted tone.

“firstly, you’ll need to learn the proper etiquette, my love. mm.. but I suspect with someone as capable as you, it won’t be hard teaching you how to replace me.” sunday gazes at you with a look filled with fondness. “but at the end of the day, I like you best when you’re being yourself. so there is no need to delve into topics that involve becoming like me or someone else.”

[mywifealhaitham]

Boothill does not kiss your cheek btw. He blows raspberries against it.

[mywifealhaitham]

little boothill drabble since i got too sick to post anything this week and i love this man so much

imagine braiding that mans hair. for being a cyborg, his hair looks real damn soft, and the first time you felt it, you were in shock. how does he manage to keep it that nice for not being able to bathe like a normal person? if you were to throw that man in a wet setting, he'd short-circut and probably electrocute everyone around him (electrical wires..... and water..... not a great pair).

"babe, can i pleaseeeee braid your hair? it'll only be a small part!" you asked once more, hearing him chuckle before pressing a kiss to your temple. once you heard him say yes, you immediately went to work. his hair felt like a cloud, and you wish you could cuddle yourself into it, into him, and sleep the days away. but, thats simply impossible.

you take a little strand on the side of his head and get to work, braiding it slowly and neatly. you tried to do a little french braid, taking peices from the top (in which he teasingly complained that it hurt) working your way to the bottom. you felt his cold metal back lean into your chest, for you were propped up on the headboard of the bed and allowed him to cuddle into you.

once you finished, you tossed it in front of him, and he grabbed it to investigate. he nodded, turning around to face you.

"i like this. maybe you should do it a lil' more often."

[mywifealhaitham]

HIII YOUR BOOTHILL FIC WAS SO GOOD MUAH CHEFS KISS which is why I wanted to ask what your opinions are on character prompt no.6 (What do you think ___ is like in love?) for Boothill you write him SO WELL!!!!!!

AHHHH THANK YOU !!!!! IM GLAD U LIKED IT ESP BC I WAS RUNNING OFF THAT ONE VOICE LINE FOR HIM ,,,, HES SUCH A SILLY GOOBER ...... BUT ON GOD IS HE HARD TO WRITE FOR BC HOW DO MACHINES WORK :((((

6. What do you think Boothill is like in love?

It's so different from how he treats everyone else that it's actually sickening. Contrary to his rather brash and reckless personality, Boothill is a gentleman to you - delicately taking your hand in his and bringing your knuckles to his lips, always helping you down from any vehicle or stairs and holding the door open for you. Heck, he'd even carry you if you'd let him, hoisting you up into his arms like a bride and cackling when you hold onto him for dear life. This doesn't mean that he isn't the same Boothill we all know and love - nah, he still messes with you whenever he can, ruffling your hair and all that. But you'll notice, even as he pokes and prods at you, one mechanical hand is still held firmly at your hip, prepared to pull you into him in case danger ever comes knocking.

2k follower event if you want to participate !!!

[mywifealhaitham]

HIII YOUR BOOTHILL FIC WAS SO GOOD MUAH CHEFS KISS which is why I wanted to ask what your opinions are on character prompt no.6 (What do you think ___ is like in love?) for Boothill you write him SO WELL!!!!!!

AHHHH THANK YOU !!!!! IM GLAD U LIKED IT ESP BC I WAS RUNNING OFF THAT ONE VOICE LINE FOR HIM ,,,, HES SUCH A SILLY GOOBER ...... BUT ON GOD IS HE HARD TO WRITE FOR BC HOW DO MACHINES WORK :((((

6. What do you think Boothill is like in love?

It's so different from how he treats everyone else that it's actually sickening. Contrary to his rather brash and reckless personality, Boothill is a gentleman to you - delicately taking your hand in his and bringing your knuckles to his lips, always helping you down from any vehicle or stairs and holding the door open for you. Heck, he'd even carry you if you'd let him, hoisting you up into his arms like a bride and cackling when you hold onto him for dear life. This doesn't mean that he isn't the same Boothill we all know and love - nah, he still messes with you whenever he can, ruffling your hair and all that. But you'll notice, even as he pokes and prods at you, one mechanical hand is still held firmly at your hip, prepared to pull you into him in case danger ever comes knocking.

2k follower event if you want to participate !!!

[mywifealhaitham]

Even MORE pre-release Boothill. Please bear with me im doing my best,, slightly sug/gestive in one paragraph 🤸‍♀️

I've read somewhere that Boothill short-circuits when he's embarrassed AND I STAND BY IT. 1000%. I am here to spread this like a disease. His system is definitely able to process his emotions, but when you do something that makes his heart skip a beat, he freezes in his spot, his cheeks gain the most beautiful scarlet color... And then you hear the worst combination of malfunctioning robotic noises, AND then sparks fly off of him. Might have to wait a few minutes until he comes back...

Boothill might look like he's calm outside, but he just FEELS the blue screen coming when things get too heated with no break whatsoever or too much fluids go past the protective metal plates. His body stops in place, is absolutely unresponsive, and his eyes flash blue.

Don't worry though, your Boothill has a restart button, right in the middle of his upper back, hidden by his half-vest (or.. whatever that is). He might overheat a little bit though, so be careful not to give yourself unnecessary burns.

In rare cases when his blue screens get REAL bad, you have to stick a USB drive he gave you in those special slots he has on the left side of his hips to bring him back.

Boothill most definitely does not sleep, but gets recharged by electricity or fuel instead. Perhaps that's the reason for the hole he has on his back? Either way, it gives you an opportunity to "plug him up", which he hates, despises even, to hear from you when he feels low on energy (he still wants a goodnight kiss btw).

Boothill swallows bullets. He also spits them out when needed.. usually, he's very careful not to spit them into your mouth when you kiss, but gravity betrays him on his worst days.

Boothill probably works like Siri or Alexa when battles leave him a bit too wounded. You might wonder about something, say it out loud, and then Boothill just can't stop reading the first thing that came up on Google.

"What's the best recipe for carrot cake?"

"2 cups (260g) all-purpose flour, 2 teaspoons baking soda, ½ teaspoon fine sea salt—" Boothill gasps and covers his mouth, "1 ½ teaspoons ground cinnamon, 1 ¼ cups (295ml) vegetable oil, 1 cup (200g) granulated sugar—"

He just can't stop.

[mywifealhaitham]

aventurine as a boyfriend!

a/n: 2.1 broke me i am no longer the same person i was before the update how can they do this to me 😔 heres bf aven i needed to show him my love i just had to

bf!aventurine who take you out on dates. mostly cafe hopping or a romantic candlelight dinner in your favorite restaurant.

bf!aventurine who sends you money out of nowhere and without any proper reason.

“did you just send me a hundred thousand credits?” you ask aventurine who’s sat beside you on the couch, his cheek squished against your shoulder as he scrolls through his phone.

"yes."

“why?”

“i don’t know.. i was bored.”

bf!aventurine who gives you little gifts or trinkets, saying he passed by them and couldn’t help but think you might like them. his trinkets varies from little gems to keychains that glitter under the sun.

bf!aventurine who doesn’t like it when you cheat during game nights. he’s not above sulking, giving you the cold shoulder, when he finds out you peeked on his cards when he went to grab a glass of water.

bf!aventurine who swears he’s not a jealous person. he trusts you, with all his life. but he can’t help the sudden anxiety creeping up his chest when he sees you conversing with his good friend, doctor ratio.

bf!aventurine who buys you things you mentioned in passing.

bf!aventurine who buries himself just a little more closer to the back of your neck at night when plagues of memories haunt him and render him unable to sleep.

bf!aventurine who has a habit of kissing your inner wrist. he can be in the middle of a poker game with your sat beside him and he’ll absentmindedly lift your hand up to his lips.

bf!aventurine who likes it when you play with his hair, especially the blond strands on his nape. he’ll even dip in for a kiss whenever you tuck his hair behind his ear.

bf!aventurine who drags you into the shower with him after a long day at work. he’ll spend five minutes just hugging you under the running water before washing up.

bf!aventurine who basks in your undying love and affection. but he can never get himself to tell you that. he’s content with laying in your arms and feeling your lips all over his face.

bf!aventurine who loves the way you kiss his neck. your warm breath brushing against the marking on his neck. one that reminds him of what he went through but you kiss the area like it’s a sacred spot.

bf!aventurine who dances with you in the kitchen of your shared apartment. palm to palm, nose to nose and music provided by him as he sways you two to his own rhythm.

bf!aventurine who lets you style his hair however you want. you want to adorn his hair with jewels? he has a box of assorted ones on his desk, go wild. you want to braid it? go ahead, just be careful not to tangle it.

“you look pretty, aven.”

“i have a hello kitty clip on my bangs.”

“very pretty, indeed.”

bf!aventurine who likes it when you sit on his lap. whether you’re cuddling while watching a movie or you tagged along with him to the casino. you’re always gonna be on his lap with his arms around your waist.

bf!aventurine who didn’t really say ‘i love you’ but instead traced the words on your back. his fingertips gliding across your skin sends shivers down your spine.

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[mywifealhaitham]

Some more pre-release Boothill brainrot because I'm struggling,,

Boothill still tries to woo you and flirt with you in bars or clubs, even if you're together god knows how long.

He sits next to you, eyeing you from time to time; he finishes drinking the cold beverage and stands up, placing his hat on the seat and moving in between the seats, closer to you. "Ya come here often, sweetheart?" he flashes his signature shark smile at you, leaning on the bar counter with his elbows, "Well, aren't you a pretty little thing? A cowboy like me can't let a sweet pea like you go home alone at night," boothill tilts his head slightly, moving his bangs and revealing his other eye - his silver eyes glimmer with playfulness, not long before sending you a wink.

"Boothill, we've been married for 5 years."

Boothill is probably able to drink more often than a normal human (canon pls don't disappoint me), so when it gets a little too much, he's straight up caging you between him and the bar counter with his arms on either side and making out with you. He does NOT care. And the bartender better not care either.

Boothill is your mobile electricity outlet, so you can pretty much always charge your phone. Probably not a pleasant experience for him, but sometimes you just have to do sacrifices for love. (💀)

It might be a challenge to sometimes differentiate whether Boothill says genuine pet names or wants to playfully throw a jab at you, since his synesthesia beacon is acting up. You're his sweetheart, but that goddamn fly that kept bothering him for two days straight is too... Hmm.

[mywifealhaitham]

mfw i wont even pull on a single banner in 4.1 because if i dont spend every last pull i get my grubby hands on for boothill and his lc i WILL go insane. his animations are so good im actually gonna *** and *** and **** ** *** ****. the things i would do to this cyborg robocowboy man.

(boothill animation/gameplay leaks under the cut!)

like are you seeing this. his legs? during his basic attack? 180 degrees? doing the split? you’re joking. the subtle tongue thing he does in his idle and ult? you’re Joking. the arch? the poses? the way he plays with the bullets? you’re JOKING. im OVULATING. holy fucking Fuck. fuck. FUCK im writing smut as soon as i get the motivation to sit down and type away. i need to mess with him until he’s short circuiting And overheating. and until his screws come apart because of how fast im thr—

[mywifealhaitham]

Love your post, you’re my idol now.

I want to request Sunday with Jean! reader.

You just like him, both hold a big responsibility to city, you are the Acting Grand Master and he’s the representative of the Family.

Also both have sister that is a famous single. (Barbara and Robin)

Image proud older sibling to their lovely younger sibling.

instead of an acting grand master I'm going with an acting leader of one of the other families! anyway he sees himself alot in you. with you're hardworking behavior that sometimes can be so much to the protective nature you have over the people in the family your temporary leading. he admires that so much and adores you for it however it does kinda wake him up.

he always stops by your workplace and shoos you away from your work and makes you take a break but often times he just runs back to his office. one day you confronted him about this because his own workaholic behavior concerned you and frankly this woke him up.

now you two go on dates during the breaks you take. he likes to take you around golden hour and other dreamscapes he had a part in making and whenever you're eyes glimmer at a magnificent sight he gets all giddy inside, it makes him feel awfully proud.

as for the sister Sunday definitely set up a meeting between her and Robin. when you first introduced him to her his first thought was how lovely they are and how her and Robin would be along! once they did a collaboration on a song and both you and sunday where in the front seats with tears in your eyes like the proud siblings you are!!!!

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #kiana☆posts #honkai star rail #hsr x you #sunday hsr #sunday x reader

[mywifealhaitham]

BOOTHILL LIGHTCONE LEAK!!!

DO NOT LET ME NEAR THIS MAN OR IT'S GONNA END UP IN ONE OF US PREGNANT 😭🙏‼️‼️‼️