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It made him feel safe and secure. Plus, it was a great spot to give small pecks and kisses when he was feeling particularly mischievous. It was his safe place.

However, there was the issue of his wings.

His beautiful wings were just too excitable for your liking. Sunday was a sensitive man, prone to getting overwhelmed by the slightest bit of emotion, including love.

It wasn't his fault! You were just too you! How was Sunday ever supposed to act when you let him so freely near such a vulnerable part of you? How you let him rain love upon you?

His wings would inevitably begin to flutter every. single. time. And every single time the feathers would brush against your neck and make you release a giggle or two. And god was it embarrassing for the Halovian. How could he, the previous head of the Oak family, be unable to control his own wings!

Yet, some selfish part of him relished in your laughter every time he wings began to flutter along your neck, tickling your senses and causing you to throw your head back in joy.

you find a cutesy idea on social media, the “chapstick challenge”, where you try on different flavours of chapstick, and your significant other has to figure out what it tastes like by kissing

you thought it’d be a fun, sweet bonding experience, but lohen, being as diligent and as hungry as he is, takes it to another level

proposing the idea was the worst decision ever, he gladly took upon the challenge and told you he’d never miss a single guess. you two sat on the couch, lounging about, taking out the set of chapsticks from your shopping bag. there were 8 flavours in the pack that you bought in some convenience store, all artificial and ridiculously sweet. you made him turn around while you plucked the first one.

as soon as you claimed you were ready, lohen whips his head and pounces on you, grabbing your face in his hands, shutting his eyes closed as his lips crash against yours. he kisses deep, sloppy. his breaths are heavy as he tries to basically merge your lips with his. he roughly smacks, barely leaving room for you to breathe.

the longer he takes to break away, the more he tries to understand the artificial flavour. every millisecond of pulling back is his brain debating the taste, but he doesn’t part from your lips for long when he wants to decipher it fast. he tilts his head so he can kiss you better, to take all of your pillowy lips against his to fully grasp the experience, making sure he doesn’t miss a hint of the flavour.

when he thinks putting your lips together like a perfect puzzle piece isn’t enough, he tugs his teeth on your bottom lip gently, suckling spots for the flavour. his tongue darts out and carefully licks. it’s elaborate, slow, as if he’s saying sorry for bruising your lips for suffocating you in a rough kiss. but he’s really just wiping your lips clean of that chapstick to make a choice for an answer.

once he gets a good idea, he smashes his lips against yours again for a final confirmation. loud, messy smooches fill the room, his lips move against you like he wants to consume you whole. he keeps a firm, but not harmful grip on your face so he can focus, and so you won’t back away before he chooses a response.

when he’s done, a line of saliva connects your mouths together. he flutters his lashes when his lazy bedroom eyes open, gazing down at your lips. lohen’s face is barely inches away from you, feeling his slowed, warm breathing against your skin. he sighs in satisfaction softly before licking your lips free from the spit, breaking the string with a seductive grin. a thumb from one of his hands on your cheek carefully wipes away any remaining saliva, cleaning up his mess.

“mango”

you’re in a daze, your lips feel fuzzy and plump, now a little lonely from not feeling him against you. you’re confused when he said a random fruit name. you don’t remember talking about a safeword..?

“the flavour is mango, am i right?”

glancing over at the single chapstick behind your back, you forgot all about the stupid challenge. and the flavour was indeed mango. you’d think it’d be obvious from a 3 second kiss. your man is too competitive. stuttering, you just give him a simple answer that he was right.

REQUEST — "hi, hope you’re having a wonderful day when you see this. saw that request are open, so is it alright for to request hcs of Sunday and Aventurine with Fem! Reader? Like at first glance, reader appears to be arm candy but is actually a highly skilled bodyguard (sorry if it too specific or confusing, feel free to ignore or delete)". GENRE — fluff , headcannons READER — female WORDS — 320 words

You chose all of my favorites, scorekip... it will be done. Very, very late. Also, we're getting beach aventurine already, i have interesting timing. @scorekip IS THIS IT IS THIS HOW I TAG

MYDEI

Already shirtless its not a big adjustment

Kidding... i dont think he's been to a beach before you take him to one. He has the baths, of course, but beaches were much harder to access in amphoreus.

He likes the feeling of the sand. He's used to the heat, and while salt and waves and new, the sand is likely the most different.

He'll let kids bury him the sand and ask you to teach him how to make sandcastles. He's not very good at it, but he is stubborn, and he will make it stand nonetheless

Still new to beaching, so not big on water sports. Probably stays on the sand unless you want him to swim with you. Then, his main goal is making sure you don't drown.

At least while he's tall enough to touch. See, that water in the baths was never deep enough to go over his head, so I don't think he ever properly learned to swim. Goes to shore pretty quickly after realizing.

At least he has a reason to come back- you need to give him swimming lessons. You won't say no, right?

BOOTHILL

Hates the sand. It gets into all his joints, scratches so weirdly, he'll find rust in a week, he just knows it...

Maybe the most scared you've ever seen him? Refuses to leave the towel you laid out. When the wind picks up sand and carries it towards him, an uncharacteristic scowl is on his face.

Now, how to get him off the towel. Look like you're having so much fun, and he's missing out, and he doesn't even have to play in the sand, just get in the water...! Yes, Boothill is quite intelligent, but I don't think he's currently thinking that the ocean is what carries sand to shore. I think he thinks the ocean is safe- or at least, is willing to overlook his concerns to have fun with you

Just has to be in the water 24/7. Hes waterproof enough, its alright. Most likely to do all the water sporty stuff with you. You surf? He'll try, land on his face, laugh it off and try again. Or the cool jet floaty think with the hose... (tell me you know what I'm talking about) he doesn't exactly trust it, but yes, he'll do it with you

the only weakness that may have him getting the sand is children. If some really sweet kids come up, asking for help with their castles or asking to bury him, or even just show curiosity about his robotic parts, he won't hesitate to help them

You know why, he doesn't need to say it. But it's sweeter if you help him with the kids, and then, you know... Cleaning off all that sand! (I am a sand hater for real)

SUNDAY

Hehe. Hehehehehehe

Wears the black scuba suit. The one that goes down to your wrists and ankles. That one. He complains about the heat too

You will have so much fun teasing him, if thats what you like to do

Also really pale... rarely goes out into real sun. This is actually for his health. He needs the vitamin D

Mostly wants to hang out in the shade and read the books he got about the area. If you chill with him, he might read softly to you, or you might be reading your own book. Either way, it's calm and relaxing

Brought a picnic basket. To have a picnic on the beach. He made everything and is quite flustered about it

He's a decent cook, but it's mostly cut fruit. Two sandwiches and two little cookies for a dessert... but the sandwiches are hearts.

His face is very very red and his heart is very very fast and you like it right?? Right???

Also not a sand person. Or a water person. But if he does get wet his wings will do the cutest flutter to try and shake off the droplets

AVENTURINE

(This is my man, btw. I actually pulled for him and his lightcone the minute he released, which happened to be in class where phones are banned. Very fun)

Most used to the beach. Has been there a fair few times. Tha sand reminds him a bit of home, though the ocean does not.

Surfs, and surfs well. We saw this in his waveflair expy, but it holds true

Will teach you how to surf if he can. Will do the thing where he's trying to correct your position or help you balance but it as all an excuse to touch you. I believe he is incredibly touchy, personally

also the beach is private. Wheres everyone else, you ask. And he just grins and says he bought the beach and its yours now. You've been there five minutes.

Most likely to fall asleep. A nice nap is great, though make sure he's in the shade. Don't wanna get sunburned... though you assume he'd have more protection from the suns rays, given where he's from. Still, you wake him up when it's time to apply suncreen.

He doesn't care. Let him sleep. Or, you could apply it for him? It's not that much. His arms, his legs, his neck maybe. If you care so much about sunburn, he says, you can just help him out

Tenses when you touch his neck. It's instinctual. He trusts you, you've seen the tattoo, of course, you know what it means and you've touched his neck before... but some habits are hard to be rid of.

Enjoys the rest of the day with you. Or week... maybe month... however long he can put off going back to work. As long as you can stay with him.

Aside, you might be able to tell i quit around amphoreus because the quests got so... so long... also its been a while since ive thought about boothill. So the first two might be kind of yuck, but i tried. I still log in to hsr but i want to get through the story but its so long and i dont wanna skip ... ugh.

had no clue what the fudge he was doing.

it all started with him coming back. not just dropping by for a minute when he felt like it, but deliberately coming back to your place after every single mission. Boothill never called it home, but he'd show up unannounced like it was the most natural thing in the world. one day you asked why he kept doing so, and he just waved a helpless wave in your direction – like, duh, ain't it obvious?

Boothill loved playing the tough guy badly. That toothy grin stretched from ear to ear, those cocky invasions of your personal space, that flirtation tossed out so casually, like it was no big deal. but the moment you gave it right back to him – oops, system failure. he would freeze, his eyes going wide with total bewilderment, like you'd just started speaking some alien language. then a nervous cough, a sharp look aside, and a strained: "uh... well. whatever ya say, sweetheart," while ducking his face and trying to hide his embarrassment behind the brim of his cowboy hat.

for your first date, Boothill didn't take you to some fancy restaurant, but took you to a shooting range instead. "what's wrong, eh? ya said ya wanted us to do somethin' together!" he taught you how to hit the targets, gently fixed your stance, and when you actually started getting good, he couldn't help but grin. "forkin' hell, darlin'... remind me never to piss ya off."

later on, Boothill dragged you to some greasy diner, ordered the most delicious, unhealthiest junk on the menu, and spent the whole meal just watching you eat, like it was the best show he'd ever seen.

he rehearsed how to kiss you for the first time for a solid hour... and then got so nervous he ended up bumping his nose into yours like some clumsy greenhorn.

on the first night you shared a bed, he didn’t get a wink of sleep until morning. he lay perfectly still, afraid to move and disturb your peace.