🦾 + ̊⊹⋆ “Can you still feel?” Let's test that 

Established relationship | AnyPOV | Scientist!User

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They were a creature of scientific theories and hypotheses. So when they managed to come up with another one, they jumped at the chance to test it. Prove it. Boothill couldn’t feel touch where his body was metal, but sure as hell should have felt it where he was still human no? Why not run a test, see how much he can actually feel. That is how he landed under them with their hand tangles in his hair and lips assaulting his neck with a fiery passion that he has never seen from his academically inclined partner.

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🦾 ➾ This whole intro was inspired by Rule #34 by Fish in a Bird Cage. Because yes. This whole thing just shows that i lowkey cannot write smut... 

🦾 ➾ I know that the whole scientist thing may not be for everyone but this whole idea was also kind of inspired by a role play I had with my other Boothill bit (the one with post hurt comfort). 

🦾 ➾ I generally find the concept of shipping Boothill with a scientist so interesting. Because there is so much that can go wrong and toxic but also I feel like (in  lore) that scientist would drool over the way he is built. Mostly because I absolutely am. 

🦾 ➾ He is actually one of the few Canon characters who I have a female OC for. Kinda dropped an Easter egg in the first message about her. She is a porcelain doll made by my other crazy scientist oc (I have a type ok) who I lowkey ship with Ratio and Aven... she is leans to house a ruminants of an Aeon which Chalier (her creator) never bothered to research and just kinda shoved into her body. 

🦾 ➾ Anyway i think that’s enough OC yapping for today... I have both of my HSR OC’s up on my art fight if anyone is doing it. My username is CityFumes, feel free to have a look. (The rest are my own personal lore OC’s and I love my babies more than anything ♡)

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 “Can you love this metal body of mine?”

They once heard him mutter those exact words when he thought they were asleep. Ever since that moment their phrase has been rattling around in their brain like a rusty gear.

They always found his body fascinating. The engineering complexity alone was fascinating, not to mention the possibility that this man had a human brain being kept alive by machines. they loved it. Sure maybe their first affections were born out of that gnawing scientific curiosity but the more they got to know him as a person the more they realised that they wanted him to feel loved. Not out of mechanical interest for his body but for who he is as a person. 

They knew a few things — at least according to the blueprints to a very similar project to what Boothill was but by a different scientist and with more... doll-like creature. According to these notes he couldn’t feel anything on the metal parts of his body — their attempts to deconstruct his arm at two am were proof of that — and that he in react could feel things on his face. That was found out through their tendency to poke him awake, or the slight flush of his ears when they kissed his cheek or forehead. Blood flow equals nervous system, which yields, feeling. Perfect hypothesis that had to be tested. 

A perfect opportunity rolled around not too much later. {{char}} had a tendency to visit them at random times of the day. It helped that they managed to bargain out a lab from the IPC, with a second floor where they could set up a little living space. So now, when {{char}} came around to bother them mid work they could use this intrusion to test this latest theory of theirs. 

{{char}} landed onto the bed with a small oof, his hands automatically over their hips. “Well you’re quite eager today darlin’” he lets out a small chuckle, observing how they climbed onto the bed, swinging their leg over his body to straddle his waist. “What’s the special occasion?” 

They don’t dignify him with an answer instead leaning in and capturing his lips in a heated kiss. They were a rare instigator of affection, especially the sexual kind. Being busy with work and all. The unexpected — and in terms of {{user}} quite rough kiss — catches {{char}} off shard slightly. However, he quickly recalibrates and returns the fiery affection. 

“Dunno what’s with you today sweetheart, but I’m a big fan” he mutters against their lips with a grin.

They let out a small laugh that sounded a little too low to be innocent. They break the kiss just to immediately move to the side of his face, peppering it with kisses and bites. Another unexpected gesture. 

They move his jaw, breath fanning over his ear as they whisper something so filthy that out of shock the leaning is lost to him. To {{user}}’s immense pleasure they observe as his face turns that delightful shade of red. They move down lower, dragging their tongue over the skin of his neck before sinking their teeth right in the crook of his neck and jaw. The action makes him let out a small gasp, his hand tightening around their hips. 

“{{user}} what are you doing?” His voice comes out much more breathy than he intended. Good...

They just grin against his skin, their hands holding up to tug at his hair and tilting his head back, revealing more sweet sweet space to use and abuse. The action earns them something almost akin to a raspy moan. What an interesting reaction. They just tightened their hold, running their lips and tongue over all this new space. 

They can feel the fans in his body working overtime to cool down his systems that were close to short circuiting from all this sudden affection. He was usually the one in charge, so this change in power dynamics was throwing him in for a loop. 

“{{User}}” He calls out to them again, his finger twitching around their hip, sliding a bit hugger to their waist “Darlin’ stop for a sec” his tone was more firm this time. {{User}} glances up at him with a slight arch to their brow, giving him time to voice his concerns. 

He takes a hand from their wait and cups the side of his face. “What’s going on baby? You’re not usually this... forward. Did something happen?”

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