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a howling ray of light pierces my eyes

the bells of parting toll

the answer born out of the history built by god

tastes like sand

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okay ily all I'm going to sleep goodnight!!!!!!!

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- WHITE DAY :: part I :: -

( Boothill x Reader, 18+ ONLY, AFAB strongly implied but won't be super relevant for part I, I'm rusty please be patient with me ;_; )

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Boothill taunted you with that extra special bullet held between his sharp teeth as he shot you a knowing look. It was a challenge.

"You want it? Come take take it."

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White Day was.....a day. To be honest, you had nearly forgotten, and you couldn't help but wonder why Boothill was being especially attentive today. And handsy, too.

Still, he never took it too far, only letting himself linger a bit before pecking your cheek and pulling himself away. You weren't sure if he was trying to tease you or if he just wasn't in the mood for sex - hich also, admittedly, was kind of unusual, especially since his morning ritual involved spooning and then some.

And it wasn't to say you never took the lead. Hell, you'd even tried once earlier but he seemed to almost side step it...

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Late into the evening, just as you were getting ready to ask him why he'd been so weird all day, he pulled something from his pocket - a....golden bullet? No, this looked different than something he usually fired from his revolver.

"Ain't it somethin'? Now, I can't say for sure how much you'll love it.....or hate it. It's....a special kinda chocolate, custom made. I asked around about what ladies like on days like this, and it seemed everyone agreed that I shouldn't go overboard....well, most of 'em at least." He paused for a moment. He even looked slightly flustered, if just for a moment. "Dan Heng suggested some chocolate, an obvious answer, but then this other fella showed up....strange guy, never seen him around Penacony or anywhere else...sure knew who the hell I was the second I pulled my gun on him, though."

You listened to him explain how this certain blue haired gentleman suggested that he tried an "extra potent" chocolate that was "made for lovers". After telling the man to mind his damn business, curiosity got the better of him. And so, he did in fact seek out a reputable chocolate shop on Penacony which, oddly enough, had what the strange man described.

"...."

It didn't take you long to piece together that what Boothill had bought you was basically an aphrodisiac.

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I feel bad for abandoning this and AO3, I've just had writer's block for.....god, months now. I feel a bit inspired by the White Day art (and I'm gonna keep it real, I'm playing more ZZZ than HSR as of late)

My rabid feelings for Boothill haven't waned. I just miss him. I'm sure everyone with a favorite not on Amphoreus probably understands this though. XD

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HELLO

I'M ALIVE

AND YES I DID SEE THE WHITE DAY ART

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I do feel like most of my creative writing problems could be solved if I wasn't so dead set on writing for a specific character orz

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It's that time

Send me prompts for Boothill x Reader, gender neutral and/or afab (AFAB preferred for smut), NSFW or SFW, and I'll cook something up for you. Will be drabble to full length. I'm a little bit picky about AUs but I'm willing to try if it's within my realm of knowledge.

I'm kind of going through it rn when it comes to creative battery charge so please don't be shy about throwing stuff at me.

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I don't knowwww what to write next and it's killing meeeeeeee

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I am a MASSIVE enemies to lovers fan and I think the trope would fit Boothill so damn well. Maybe more of a rivals to lovers situation. I feel like there's a lot of angles you can look at it from. Maybe a reader who also hates the IPC keeps taking all his kills and it pisses him off so bad he has to kiss you about it. Maybe a reader in the IPC who keeps pulling strings at very convenient times for Boothill to take advantage of flaws in security, or he gets captured and the cell door very conveniently opens and the power very conveniently goes off; he later finds out that you're actually a vigilante who's trying to rip apart the corporation from the inside out. Maybe a reader who he knew from home who was a rival since you were kids, always beating him in horse races and stealing his bounties and out-shooting him; he was convinced that you burned just like all the others, but when he finds another IPC shithead to kill, he finds you with your gun to their head, interrogating them for info.

Idk. Just a lot of untapped potential imo

VERY REAL FOR THIS I've been wanting desperately to write something like this with more complexity for the longest time because I eat this trope up so so much. I had the idea in my head of a sort of "rival" member of the Galaxy Rangers too, but again, wanting to actually flesh out the complexity of that dynamic beyond smut is kinda hard for me and I don't know why. I mean....adding to it just enough to make it work might help? But man, who does t love buildup?

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Zenless zone zero | Lighter EP - "Fearless"

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◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ you sighed deeply, fastening the final buckle of the muzzle around boothill's face. the leather straps hugged his sharp jawline snugly, emphasizing the defiant tilt of his head as he sat on the edge of the bed. his piercing eyes followed your every movement, narrowed with a dangerous mix of amusement and rebellion. his bare chest rose and fell evenly, but the tension in his muscles betrayed his impatience.

"don't give me that look," you murmured, brushing his messy bangs out of his eyes. the smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips-visible even through the confines of the muzzle-sent heat rushing through your body. he tilted his head into your touch, deceptively compliant, but the glint in his eyes said otherwise.

"you think this'll stop me?" his voice came out muffled, but his tone was sharp, playful, dripping with defiance.

you stepped back, crossing your arms in an attempt to reassert control. "it's for your own good. you've been too much lately," you insisted, trying to keep your voice steady.

he scoffed, leaning back on his palms with a lazy confidence that only made your resolve falter. "too much? darlin', you're the one beggin' for more every time. don't act like you don't love it."

the accusation hit harder than it should have, and your cheeks flushed as you spun around to collect yourself. the sound of him shifting on the bed was your only warning before you felt his presence behind you, warm and imposing. he cornered you smoothly, his hands settling firmly on your hips as the cold metal of his chest pressed against your back.

"what're you gonna do now?" he murmured, the low, teasing growl vibrating against your ear. his breath, even muffled by the muzzle, was hot against your skin. "dumb girl should've tied my hands if she really wanted to keep me in check."

you turned your head to glare at him, your retort dying in your throat as his hands slid down, gripping the swell of your hips with a possessive strength that made your breath hitch. his smirk widened, seeing the cracks in your facade, and with one fluid motion, he lifted you off your feet and carried you to the bed.

"boots…!" you gasped, squirming in his grip, but he didn't so much as falter. he laid you down, looming over you with a predatory intensity. his weight pressed you into the mattress, his thighs bracketing yours as he settled firmly between your legs. the muzzle brushed your cheek as he leaned down, and the leather only added to the raw dominance radiating off him.

"you really thought you could keep me in line with this?" he drawled, grinding his hips into yours with deliberate, maddening slowness. his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider as his movements deepened, forcing soft whimpers from your lips.

the friction was unbearable, every roll of his hips sending a wave of heat through your core. you reached for his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor yourself. boothill chuckled, low and rough, as he read every twitch of your body.

"muzzle or not, darlin'," he murmured, his voice thick with arrogance, "i'll make you feel me."

his pace quickened, each thrust deliberate, the power in his movements leaving you breathless. his hands roamed possessively, fingers pressing into the soft curves of your waist and thighs, leaving bruises that would serve as silent reminders of his defiance.

"look at you," he taunted, his tone mocking yet heavy with desire. "so sure you could handle me. now you're just a mess, huh?"

you whimpered in response, overwhelmed as his movements grew harsher, each roll of his hips dragging you closer to the edge. the leather of the muzzle pressed against your skin as he leaned in, his muffled groans vibrating through your body.

"what's the matter, sweetheart?" he rasped, his voice strained but still smug. "this what you wanted? or did you really think you could tame me?"

you couldn't respond, your voice lost to the sensations that wracked your body. every calculated motion of his hips, every possessive squeeze of his hands, drove home his point: no restraint could hold him back, not when it came to you.

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Boothill with a mechanic reader that he's been pining for for a while?

Just him being whipped basically, like his big tough cowboy personality crumbling when faced with feelings.

Definitely not a bad idea at all! I think I can work with this if I can find the right setup. Already brainstorming some ideas in my head...

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Aaaaalrighty. I've been kinda busy with holiday stuff, and obviously I still haven't had the inspiration to write more, or at least put anything out. I've got bits and pieces in my drafts, but I'm going to try this method of getting fired up to write since it actually has worked really well for me before.

Send me some requests, ideas, whatever you would like. I'll see if I can work with it or start brainstorming. My next fic will for sure be softer since if you look at my existing catalog, well....heheh. I'm not against other ideas though.

And it goes without saying, it's of course Boothill x Reader. I can try something gender neutral, but to be honest I find it easiest/most comfortable to write fem/AFAB reader so don't be mad if that's what I end up with unless it's a little drabble I post here </3

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Soothill Bex

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save a horse ride a what?

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Soft boothill pls

The people have spoken (which tbh I was definitely leaning towards this too, as I said to someone else I think him being needy and missing the reader while he's away would be hot and even cute~)

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I promise I'm cooking up more content but so uuuhhhhhh haha........if I wrote Boothill phone sex would you guys want it to be soft Boothill or more rabid Boothill........