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He's guilty of going on a shopping spree, Kaeya will easily admit to this. In the bag that he carried back to their home, sweet treats and something even sweeter, colorful and inviting-

So many shades to pick from! He truly doesn't know which ones suit him best... and there's an husband of him that seems to be just waiting to be a testing ground, his lap inviting like a siren's call. As Kaeya fixes himself on his rightful throne, bag of lipsticks in tow, he feels mischievous. Mischievous and purry, soft lips made even better by the gloss of each lipstick. Evidences of two past attempts at deciding a shade have already been stamped on each cheek, a finger poling at his chin as if he was indecisive.

Both of them know that he isn't, not by any means.

Some way into this little experiment of his, he has stolen his husband's hat, completely allowed to put his hands on it like it's his god-given permission. It gives him a goofy air, but what's more important is the kisses, glossily landing closer and closer to Boothill's mouth.

' You think...? ' He asks innocently, busted by a soft smile and recognizing that his spouse is way too perceptive. Perhaps a pout with electric blue lips may distract him enough... if not, arms around his neck and soft, butterfly kisses leaving small marks over the corner of his mouth, teases. ' Something tells me that you're having a lot of fun with this, too. '

Perhaps he's guilty of liking the tease he inflicts on Boothill a little too much...

Boothill hadn’t signed up for this, or maybe he had. 

Somewhere between Kaeya’s sweet smiles and the way he always managed to find the right excuse to sit in the outlaw’s lap, Boothill had gone and forfeited all his rights and dignity in favor of lip prints and teasing kisses.

Kaeya purrs, perched sideways across Boothill’s lap like @ccaptain belonged there, which by now, he did. One arm is draped loosely around Boothill’s neck for balance, the other twisting the tube of lipstick between graceful fingers. Berry Bullet, he explains the next color and Boothill gives a small sigh through his nose, trying not to crack a smile. 

His hat stolen and now sitting crooked on Kaeya’s head. His cheeks already wear the evidence of two prior “shade tests” in bright, glossy blue and something glittery. 

Now comes the third. Kaeya leans in, lips pursed. Mwaaaah~, he exaggerates and leaves a kiss beside Boothill’s mouth.

“Darlin’,” Boothill drawls, finally allowing the smallest, smitten smile to tug at the corner of his mouth, “You're havin' waaaay to much fun with this." 

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Tho  I  walk  through  the  valley  in  the  shadow  of  death I  fear  no  evil  for  𝐈 𝐚𝐦  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 ! ©

a portrayal of ʙᴏᴏᴛʜɪʟʟ taken from the honkai star rail universe. multifandom, multiverse & open to original content; not affiliated with any rpc. canon divergent & heavily headcanon based of original lore. written by shrimpy est. may 2024

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You'd think that this is a spectacular amount of savings, right?

AND THEN. you realize that I have to pull for:

Augusta, non guaranteed. Not necessarily her weapon, I do have a broadblade

Iuno, not guaranteed, and her weapon. I'm not giving her my beloved Zani's boxing gloves.

Weapons are also at 0 pity, non guaranteed.

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Gripping Al Haitham and Wriothesley as I put them in my multimuse............... my pookies. How I've missed you two

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The Liminal Laboratories plotline is full of plot twists. It starts with the facility being apparently benign, and then it's revealed that they're conducting experiments on immortal beings in order to lenghten human's life expectancy without needing the Abundance's power.

Then, there's H:SR Kaeya being admitted as an patient only to be revealed that he was the one who sought out the facility in order to stage a rescue mission for Hannah, a being of the Enigmata that had been kept and experimented on for more than a decade, and her son Joakim.

But there's an addictional plot twist that I haven't revealed that has to do with the timeline of it all. That, if you've paid close attention to Kaeya's behavior through the little snippets I've narrated on the blog, will make you audibly gasp.

A little hint: there's a reason as to why I avoid mentioning the aftermath of Kaeya returning home, after saving Hannah and Joakim and destroying the facility.

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Commission for @daisyzjeb 🤍

I'm always happy to draw Kaeya! That was such an adorable idea thank you so much again. I really loved working on it!

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Once I will have done enough drafts and replied to enough asks, I shall reward myself with a little treat........... an ask meme. perhaps

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#FORTUNIIS  – —  indie, highly selective multimuse ft. Cristoforo from Wuthering Waves  &&  other assorted muses such as Brant  && Gepard Landau from Honkai: Star Rail. penned by TYCHO. 25+, they/them. 21+ only. please read rules before interaction. (template credit)

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   Purring so hard into the space between the titties that he's essentially vibrating them both.

Sets their chin on top of Kaeya's head and purrs happily.

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   You think he's going to tap out, PhaiPhai? He's stating right here where he belongs. Suffocation is simply the illusion of your body giving up on you, and he's stronger than that.

Smooshes Kaeya against their tits. Now all is right in the world.

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   Nodding sagely @ the dash. ' Very big Phaiheart... very, very massive Phaitits. All is balanced in the world. '

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H:SR Kaeya, mastering the path of illusions and mind tricks necessary to deceive, can also apply this feat of his to the bedroom. Very sweetly, very gently, all for his partner's enjoyment and preference.

Now reread these words and you're going to have a realization about what can be between his legs.

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H:SR Kaeya becoming sexually comfortable, and with becoming sexually comfortable comes a slight sluttiness. Nothing much, just him being more sure of himself in a way that's almost magnetic to see.

It can usually start sweet with his cheek being cupped by an hand for some affection, but he only needs a little dirty joke or an encouragement, like a thumb gently pressing against his lower lip, to let his eyes turn a little sharper, his gaze a little more intense than usual- and, suddendly, he's keeping the other's hand gently in place. He places a kiss to the palm, on the life pulse of their wrist, and then his tongue laps at the pad of thumb, before teeth gently, very gently close around it like the quietest of promises, there's more, I could do more. He holds eye contact as he's doing this and may smile a little in a kind of quiet, smug way.

Sexually comfortable Kaeya is a real menace in the way he makes one pop a boner and have an heart attack at the same time.

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Image for a pratical demonstration of what I'm doing to @aguilareye, MY POOKIE PIE. MY LITTLE SHRAMP. I need to gush like five full minutes about how good her writing is, how emotional her Boothill makes me and how she puts her SOUL into it, how good KaeHill is of a ship with all their sides and just how much of an amazing friend and person in general she is for how sweet and warm she is.

PULLING YOUR CHEEK LIKE TAFFY <3

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@ccaptain: Putting a few smoke packs in the nightstands drawers has proven to be an excellent idea.

Kaeya's hips move in lazy, slow grinds, Boothill's length sheathed inside of him to the base. Low, little purrs are coming out of the Enigma's soft lips at each movement, fingers finding support by splaying across hard, cold stomach of his husband… who's currently enjoying a cigarette, taking a long, slow drag out of it to enjoy the feeling his chip gets him. In a moment of boldness, where he's so sure of his role in the world, slender fingers move forward to steal the smoke out from much colder digits. Smoking is not foreign to him, not in the slightest- lips close around the end of it, taking a drag himself while bare chest moves with the motion. What a thief that he is, unrepentant thing. Blowing smoke just above their heads, the shape suspiciously resembling an heart with how he has curled tongue around his mouth. All for the hungry crosshair of his husband to see, eat him alive. Irreverently, he taps the precarious line of burned ash right in the tray next to Boothill's hip, between the messy sheets. Come and get it back, smug eye seems to say. If you dare.

Boothill is captivated by the sight of Kaeya. By the feeling of him. With the aid of a micro sensor, the cyborbg cowboy can feel the warmth of Kaeya's body, feel how it moves and reacts, how it twitches around Boothill's cock. Kaeya is slow and wicked, backlit by low lamplight and mischief, his hips rolling like waves. 

The sight rooted Boothill to the bed, his chest still and breath held. The cigarette paused mid-air as if the very image of Kaeya demanded silence in reverence. Smoke curled past his lips, slow as the drag of Kaeya's movements and Kaeya's fingers, delicate but bold, dared to snatch the cigarette from between his own, like it belonged to him. And maybe it did.

Boothill didn’t move. Not yet. Watching the way Kaeya’s mouth closed around the cigarette and his chest rise with the fill of the addicting smog. Boothill watches Kaeya blow the heart-shaped curl of smoke, a slow bloom of a grin on his face. Kaeya then smothers the embers of the cigarette in the ashtray with a defiance and arrogance that has Boothill burning and overheating every sensor in his body. That smug look on Kaeya. It has Boothill smirking up at him. 

Come and get it back, Kaeya seemed to say. If you dare.

"You’re playing with fire, darlin’," Boothill exhaled, quiet and sharp.

And then he moved.

He surges upward from the sheets and wraps metal arms around Kaeya's middle. He holds him close and flips him over in one fluid, burning motion. His body cages Kaeya in, laying into him, and Kaeya wraps his thighs around his cowboy's waist. Boothill's mouth finds Kaeya’s throat, then collarbone, trailing hungry kisses down to his chest. Every inch of contact, every grind of hips, was possession. 

Kaeya beneath him is another vision of beauty, half-ablaze, half-swallowed by the passion of their love making. He flushes, soft mischievous laughter mixed with choked out moans escaping him. Boothill murmurs against Kaeya’s warm skin, not words, but sounds of soft grunts and fractured gasps of Kaeya's name.

He grips Kaeya’s thigh and pulls him closer, deeper, and tighter. All that matters is the burning heat between them and the catch of breathes, the slick slide of skin on metal, and the way Kaeya sobs out something half-melted between a whimper and a moan of Boothill's real name.

“Kaeya…” He gasps. 

Boothill lifts his head from the nook of Kaeya's neck to look upon his face because he needs to, needs to see the way Kaeya is coming undone beneath him with hearts in his eyes and lips parted like prayer. A shiver runs through Kaeay's whole body, thighs shaking as his back arches from the sheets. That sight … 

With a low, shuddering growl, Boothill buries himself to the hilt and he stills, trembling also; metal spine sparking with overdrive as pleasure tears through him like a bullet ripping through bone. It isn’t silent, the way he comes. It’s a gasp, a low curse of Kaeya’s name bitten off with reverence and need.

He stays like that, shaking faintly. His breath caught in his throat, dry and aching. Kaeya glowing like a damn constellation beneath him. 

“You … think you won this one, sugar? Know how to get me goin, huh?” 

Boothill leans down and presses his forehead to Kaeay's, and in the quiet aftermath, his voice is barely more than a whisper:

“The only duel I'll ever lose if it's your love, my darlin' ”

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I have so many things to say in defense of Wuchlock's actions, but the main one is this: you're up against a creature of Mythus after having done indescribably horrifying things to his psyche. After you blow his head off with a shotgun to stop him from advancing on you, you see some sort of golden, thick alloy spread out of his neck to reach for the pieces of his exploded cranium and stick them back together, like that technique of mending a plate with liquid gold. And then he fucking grins, all of his teeth showing in what looks like bearing fangs, and he says:

' Every time you try to kill me, and fail... you get a little more scared, a little slower... and I get... a little faster. ♪ '

And when you shoot him more as he resumes advancing on you, his limb reconstruct even faster, drags itself attached to the glowing alloy until it can be reeled back in and reattached properly. Over and over again. And he just laughs, a wheezing mocking sound, and it ricochets off the walls and rings in your ears like the barking of a rabid animal.

Like, solid talk: I'd release my sphincter right then and there. No holding back.

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My old asf Wuwaves multimuse will be repurposed for this as we speak. Also wow that's an old ass blog I had-

Scratches chin. I'm thonking........ maybe in a distant future I may make a multimuse and stick my old singleblog muses in it, like Al Haitham, Sampo, Wriothesley, etc. Because I realized that, aside from Kaeya, I suck major ass at keeping singular blogs. I may also add some test muses but we'll see-

edit: @predvestnik IS A BULLY AND IS KILLING ME ABOUT COOKING ON THIS. I HAVE DIED 6 TIMES SEND HELP