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ghoststyles · 14 days

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Meet Me In Augusta

A quick little check-in for Fairway to Heaven ❤️ inspired by my beefy hunky man at the Masters 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

SMUT. FLUFF. That’s all.

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When Briar and Harry first got together, she thought she’d won the lottery. A doting, strong boyfriend who puts her needs above his own. He cares for her dog as much as she does, gets along with her family members, and donates to charity regularly. It’s like the heavens handmade him. And yes, the reverse is true on Harry’s part. She’s his dream girl, and the bloody best thing to ever happen to him. But, where he’d truly won the lottery differs slightly:

He won tickets to the Masters.

It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to attend one of the four major golf tournaments, and when Harry entered his name in the lottery system the year before, he never thought he’d see the day where his bucket list item would be checked off.

Briar is lounging on Harry’s couch, watching old episodes of Real Housewives (NY, obviously) with Gus at her feet and a bowl of popcorn and M&Ms beside her when she hears a completely manly and dignified shriek from Harry’s office. Sitting up in alarm, she opens her mouth to yell back to him, to make sure he’s okay, just as the heavy oak double doors swing open. Shirtless and in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs and socks, Harry sprints down the hall, phone in hand as he leaps over the back of the sofa to stand beside her.

“What on Earth! Harry, you’re scaring me! Is there a mouse? Where are your clothes?” Briar screams, jumping up to crouch on the sofa and cocooning herself in her blanket in case there’s a spider clinging to him.

Harry is laughing maniacally, and every so often an oh my god leaving his mouth. He nods to whomever he’s talking to on the phone as if they can see him before thanking them and hanging up.

He drops the phone, eyes wide and meeting hers. Grabbing her shoulders, he all but tackles her back to the sofa, signaling Gus to bark at him for hurting his mom. They’re on the settee part of the sofa, Harry’s arms wrapped around her, preventing her from moving, even if she wanted to.

“Harry! Tell me what’s going on right now!” Briar’s shrill voice finally brings him back to Earth.

He peppers kisses on her neck before shouting in her ear, “I’M GOING TO THE MASTERS!”

She doesn’t respond, not because she’s not supportive of his enthusiasm, but because she has no idea what that is. Feigning a smile, she replies, “wow, baby, that’s great!”

Craning his neck, his brows furrow when he meets her gaze, a clear indicator she’s confused.

“Birdie, do you know what the Masters is?”

“Mmmm, is it like MasterChef?”

Harry squawks out a laugh, shaking his head, “No, my love. The Masters is one of the big four golf tournaments for the PGA. When you win, you earn a green jacket and become a member of Augusta National in Georgia. And then you get to plan a celebration dinner. Plus, you win like, $3,000,000.”

“Ohhhh, okay, yes. Uncle Patrick has gone to that, I think. He didn’t win, though.”

Harry’s brows furrow even more, a bewildered look gracing his features, “We’ll come back to that later. I have a lot of questions. But, you enter a lottery to win tickets and I won! Otherwise, tickets are almost a million dollars.”

“A million dollars!? The course better be made of solid gold. I can’t even believe the stuff people spend their money on sometimes.”

“Tiger Woods will be there. He hasn’t played in a few years because of injuries. Baby, I could be near Tiger!” he smacks her ass, eliciting a yelp.

He hops up from his spot on the sofa as he looks outside with the biggest smile on his face, running his hands through his not-so-there curls on his head. He’d shaved it a few months ago impulsively; that was a crisis Briar never thought she’d see the other side of. But his peach fuzzy head grew on her.

“When is it?”

“Second weekend in April. Are you doing anything?”

“Me? Why wouldn’t you take Niall?”

“He and Lydia already have a wedding that weekend back in Ireland. I already asked him.”

“So, I’m your second choice!?” Briar smacks the sofa cushion beside her, faking offense.

Harry rolls his eyes, “You didn’t even know what it was five minutes ago, brat.”

She parrots his eye rolling, leaning down to snuggle Gus. They’re quiet for a moment, letting Harry soak in the news.

“Wait, why don’t you have clothes on?”

“Oh, I stripped them off as they were telling me I got the tickets. I was just too excited,” he responds casually, as if the answer is obvious.

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So the pair is in Augusta, Georgia, watching Harry’s childhood dream come true. The problem? No phones allowed.

To maintain their traditional values, Augusta National banned the use of cellphones. Briar’s lovely boyfriend failed to remind her of this fact until they were in the back of an Uber heading to the course.

“No phones!? I wanted to document this whole experience for you!” She whines, gently squeezing his wrist.

“Thanks for wanting to do that, Birdie, but it’s okay. My generation isn’t addicted to their phones. We like to live in the moment.”

“Oh my god,” she snorts, punching him lightly. If anyone is on their phone too much, it’s Harry. His entire day is determined by solving the New York Times Connections puzzle. What do you MEAN the theme was ice cream flavors without the last letter?

“What if we get separated? How will I find you?”

“Did you pack your leash?” Harry smirks, waiting for her to smack him again.

“H! Quiet,” she snarls, trying not to look if the driver is listening. “Fine. Do they collect the phones or do they just kick you out if they see it?”

“I think they kick you out and you’re not allowed back, ever. There’s also no running. It’s hilarious. When everyone is trying to follow around the big names, it turns into a speed walking competition to try and beat them to the hole.”

She hums, looking out the window at the gorgeous scenery. She hasn’t spent much time down south, but this trip has changed her opinion of this part of the country. They’ve had beautiful dinners at night on patios and taken walks on historic grounds.

“Good news is, the food and drinks are super cheap, and I think you have some French 75’s calling your name.”

“Yesss!”

The Uber turns, the beautiful gates to the course opening as they pull in. The white building before them is gorgeous and neatly kept, embodying the prestige of the entire event. For a moment, she thinks Harry is tearing up. Harry snaps a photo of the two of them in front of the building to send to Niall and Patrick.

He grabs her hand and squeezes gently as he flashes their credentials to the security guard.

“Lead the way, baby,” Briar whispers, linking her arm with his as they stand outside the car, taking it all in.

Like a kid in a candy store, Harry drags her by the wrist, slaloming through the crowds of people as they all try to make it to the entrance.

Harry looks fucking good today. He’s donning a navy blue sweater on top of a cobalt blue golf shirt. His taupe pinstripe pants are pressed perfectly. His fingers are decked out in rings of all different finishes, and his Prada sunglasses fit his scruffy face perfectly.

The finishing touch, his shoes, are what has Briar giggling to herself. His black Hoka sneakers are throwing off the whole vibe. She tried to change his mind as they packed, but we’ll be walking a lot, and I don’t want my plantar fasciitis to come back!

To make the occasion even more special, Briar let Harry pick out her outfits. She knew he’d pick out her lavender sports dress, a classic piece she whips out when they play on weekends so he’s frustrated and thrown off his game. She’s 3 for 4 on this strategy.

Harry loves the way it cuts at Briar’s strong thighs, and shows a little bit of her back. To elevate the look, she tied a white Hermes scarf around her neck just like Daphne! Her shoes are white Vince Camuto sneakers with no support. She knows she can’t whine later if her feet hurt, in fear of hearing a relentless, I told you so!

Before examining his choices in her suitcase, she zeros in on the lack of underwear and bras. She knows he also picked her floor length, black bodycon dress. He’s really pushing the limits of voyeurism with these picks.

They finally make it past security, thankful they didn’t confiscate her purse, a gift from Harry that is just a smidgen too large for their rules. He leads them to the main clubhouse to grab their first drinks of the day, and maybe even a breakfast sandwich.

They start off with mimosas to ease into the day drinking, because Harry is too fucking old for daydrinking and Briar is a menace when she drinks when the sun is up. By their third round, Harry is full on fangirling as all the players buzz around him. He’s allowed to fangirl all he wants, but when she wants to gush about One Direction for a minute, he covers his ears. Eyeroll.

Briar snaps out of her brattiness, deciding she needs some food in her stomach. As they’re gathered on the 8th hole, she starts to “koala” him, as he so lovingly calls it. She wraps her arms around him from behind, laying her chin on his bicep.

“What’s wrong, Birdie? Hungry?”

Briar lightly bites his arm, looking up to meet his sideways gaze. Part of her hates how well he knows her. She slides her hands in his front pockets, making him wiggle uncomfortably.

“Be good,” he says lowly so only they can hear.

“Okay, Daddy,” she says sweetly, smiling up at him. “But yes, I’m hungry.”

Briar can feel him hesitate, clearly conflicted in what to do next.

“Okay, baby, but,” he pauses. “Tiger is at this hole next, and I’d really like to see it.”

Briar slumps, making a slight hmmph sound. She knows better, and knows how important this is to him, so she shakes it off.

“It’s alright, I can go back to the clubhouse by myself. Will you stay here so I don’t lose you?”

“Of course,” he leans down to gently peck her lips, before his head whips around as Tiger arrives at the tee box just a few feet from them, sending the crowd into a chaotic roar. She reluctantly lets go of his waist, crossing her arms over herself as she walks away.

The crowd has only increased as they arrived, and she’s honestly overwhelmed. A staff member nearby can sense her unsettled demeanor, so he asks if she’d like a ride back to the building.

She smiles at him, “Yes, that’d be lovely! Thank you so much.”

Trey, the worker, doesn't say much, but Briar isn’t one for awkward silences. She tells him about Harry, Wynnewood, and how this is a lifelong dream for him to be here. He nods along, visibly recoiling after finding out Briar isn’t single. She hops off the cart as they approach the doors, and waves a friendly goodbye.

Perusing the snack bar, her eyes are bigger than her stomach. She grabs grapes, potato chips, a turkey sandwich, and even a pudding cup. A nice man helps her condense her items into a cardboard box for carrying. She grabs a fresh squeezed lemonade to finish off her deliciously simple lunch.

Slightly tipsy and overly giddy, she finds a bench to start eating. It’s amazing the different walks of life at this event; the die-hards who don’t care about the glamor of it all, and the ones that are here only as a status symbol. It’s honestly nice not having her phone; she’s a little more in touch with her surroundings.

Taking small bites of her sandwich, she’s startled when another man approaches her on the bench.

“Pardon me, miss. Are you Miss Barlowe?”

Taken back, she nods as she swallows her bite, “Yes, can I help you?”

“Mr. Styles is on the line over there,” he points to the hilariously old fashioned phone stand, where 3 mossy green phones hang on the wooden stand. “He just wanted to make sure you were doing alright.”

Briar smiles, patting her mouth with her napkin and rising to her feet, “Thank you so much. Do I have to do anything to connect to the call?”

“Just press # and it should connect. I’ll be right over there if you have trouble.”

She laughs to herself as she approaches and presses the ‘#’ just as he said, “Hello?”

“What are you wearing right now?”

“Who is this?” She plays along.

“Your handsome, charming boyfriend,” he muses.

“I have a few of those, so you’re going to have to narrow it down,” she fakes a sultry tone.

“Briar – come on, you know I don’t like those jokes,” he mutters.

She laughs, twirling the curly phone cord around in her hand, “I feel like Carrie Bradshaw with this phone, talking to one of my boyfriends.”

“Are you insinuating I’m Mr. Big? I’m Aidan at the very least. The good guy.”

“Of course you’re Aidan. But instead, we get married.”

“Yeah, y’wanna marry me?” Harry can’t contain his grin as he looks around to see if anyone can hear him. “I won’t say yes until you come back here and get down on one knee, Briar.”

“In your dreams, Styles. Why’d ya call anyway? I’m just sitting here eating my sandwich.”

“Just missed you. Tiger got a birdie on this hole, so it made me think of you.”

“Aw, you’re cute. You’re the first place boyfriend today. You were in third yesterday, for reference.”

“Glad to hear that. Finish up your lunch and come find me. I’m gonna go to the 17th hole to try and catch Justin Rose. He’s an old friend from home.”

“Okay, I’ll come find you. Love.”

“Love.”

Briar hangs up the phone, the butterflies in her stomach buzzing. Since returning home from California, she’s never felt so secure in their relationship. He’s balancing fatherhood, work and their everyday life with ease.

Readjusting her skirt, she walks back over to the bench, mouthing a thank you to the worker who let her know Harry was calling. She sips on her lemonade, the ice rattling as she finishes the cup. Tossing the remnants of her meal in the trash, she spots the beverage cart girl. Briar smiles as she approaches her, requesting another French 75 and a Casamigos on the rocks for her lover.

The 17th hole is a hell of a lot closer to the clubhouse, but swarmed with people. It’s going to be a needle in a haystack to find him. Briar scrunches her brows, scanning all the kinda old white men with brown hair. Where is her old man?

Panic sets in for a moment, until she feels two hands on her waist, lifting her off the ground slightly and kissing her neck where it meets her shoulder.. She squeals, reaching for her skirt to make sure nothing is showing. He didn’t pack her any underwear, after all!

“There y’are, Birdie. Wish I brought your leash to drag my cute puppy around. Make everyone jealous.”

“They’d think you need to be sent to jail, actually. Were you able to focus in my absence?”

“Yeah, but I missed your hundred questions and commentary. Is that for me?” he asks, pointing to his drink.

“Yes, but you made me spill it on my shirt,” she frowns, her gaze traveling down to the beads of liquid wicking off the fabric on her chest.

Without a second thought, Harry leans down, pressing his mouth to just over Briar’s nipple to suck up the dribbled liquid. Her eyes widened, in disbelief he just did that. She grips the back of his hair, pulling him out of her bosom.

“H! What the hell are you doing? We’re in public!”

“Mm, I know. I’m so hard right now. And thirsty. Saw an opportunity,” he smirks, his grip now around the back of her neck. “Wanna take you to the clubhouse and fuck you dumb.”

“Harryyy,” Briar whines again. Little does he know all he has to do is slip her skort to the side to reveal her soaking wet pussy. She does her best to drag her six foot tall boyfriend to the treeline, hiding themselves from prying eyes.

“Let’s go. We’ll find somewhere safe. Daddy needs you to do a favor for him,” he says low in her ear, his tongue touching her earlobe. “Did I tell you how happy I am that you came with me?”

“I’m happy you invited me,” she places a gentle kiss on his lips. “Love seeing you happy.”

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The lovey dovey talk is how Briar got HOODWINKED into sucking her boyfriend’s cock in an administrator’s office at Augusta National Golf Course at the biggest event of the year. The door locked, thankfully, but the amount of foot traffic outside the door has Briar’s head spinning, even more than when his tip touches the back of her throat.

Harry lets out a guttural moan, “Oh my – fuck! Such a good fucking girl.”

Briar is pulling out her signature moves; cupping his balls with one hand, tweaking his shaft with the other when her mouth doesn’t cover it, and swirling her tongue along the ridge of his bright red, plump cockhead.

Briar bats her eyelashes and pulls off just as he gives his sign of completion; his left thigh muscle twitching. Harry’s eyes shoot open as he grips the desk to prevent himself from falling over. He was so, so close.

Before he can speak, Briar stands, pushing him to half lie on the desktop, opening his belt and pants wider. She climbs on the desk to straddle him, staring down at him deviously.

“Wanna ride you, Daddy,” she whispers in his ear. She sits back up, pulling her skort to the side to show him her pussy, spasming and begging to be touched. He reaches out to touch her, but she bats his hand away, instead placing her hand around his neck firmly. “Nope. No touching.”

Harry snorts, knowing anytime she’s tried to be in charge, she fails miserably. He knows she’ll be howling for his help in a few minutes. His smug look is wiped clean as she grips his cock again to line him up with her dripping hole. They moan in unison when he pushes through the tight opening as she squeezes him for good measure.

Briar bounces lightly, the skin of their thighs slapping together. She could listen to the sounds their bodies make for the rest of her life. He bottoms out a few times, puffs of air escaping his nose as he struggles to not cum immediately.

She starts to rub at her clit, her free hand coming up to tweak her nipple. His eyes are closed again, so she takes her middle and ring finger that are rubbing and sticks them past his lips. He moans, lapping up the wetness from her fingertips and choking on them a bit. She smiles before bringing the fingers back to her center and continuing to rub.

“Oh my god, baby. You taste so good,” Harry whines. “Want you to come. Then I’ll come in your little pussy. Don’t know how you’ll hold it all in there.”

Briar cries out, seconds away from tumbling over the edge. She leans forward, gripping the desk above his head. They’re making extreme eye contact now, the tension between them palpable.

“I’m cumming, Daddy. I’m cumming. Your cock feels so big in my pussy,” she cries out as Harry feels a tiniest bit of wetness expelled from where their bodies meet. She twitches, barely able to hold herself up. He sits up on the desk to support her and begins thrusting up into her with his hands wrapped delicately around her body, fingertips digging into the plushy skin of her ass and waist. He captures her lips in a deep kiss, her breath stuttering when he rams himself back into her.

The two remain intertwined, reality hitting them when Briar utters words he never thought he’d hear from her.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Fill me up. Make me yours. Wanna have your babies,” she fires off things he can’t even comprehend. “Want you to make me a mommy. Fuck – want it so bad. Fill me up, please!”

Harry’s breath is knocked out of him as he throttles upward, his tip colliding with her cervix every time. As he topples over the edge, he buries himself in her pussy – his eternal resting place, he’s decided he’ll request in his will – and releases his full load into her. He drops backwards, beginning her down to lie on top of him, his pants now hanging around his ankles.

“Oh my fucking GOD, baby. So fucking good for me,” he says into her ear, a shiver running down his spine.

“Love you, Daddy,” she says quietly, her ear pressed to his chest so she can hear his heartbeat racing.

“Love you so fucking much, Birdie,” Harry sighs, petting her back.

Harry smiles to himself. The diamond ring he has in his bag at the hotel is going to make an appearance even sooner than expected.

He’s sure of it.

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luvfy0dor · 2 months

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“The Mark They Saw on My Collarbone ♡⁠˖” Osamu Dazai x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; allusions to hickeys, bite marks, loosely proofread

Description; sleepy love bites from Dazai

A/n; AHHHH TYSM FOR 400 💖💖 It means so much to me to have that many people follow me for my writing 🙏🩷 I've met so many sweet people so far and I really wanna continue!! I hope y'all like this! 💝

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Dazai held you on his lap with his arms around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck while you held a book open infront of you. He hadn't moved in a while, so you were under the impression that he had fallen asleep. The feeling of his thumb rubbing against your hip had faded into a meer memory and his breathing had become more shallow. You were about halfway through the novel before you felt any movement from Dazai again, and that was the slight tilt of his head and his teeth sinking into your neck. It made you jump at first, but you quickly got used to the familiar feeling and entangled your fingers in his hair, sighing.

"You can't just bite me out of nowhere." You said, your fingertips gently massaging your boyfriends scalp. He lifts his head and presses a kiss to your neck, sucking on the skin and snaking his hands underneath your shirt. You dropped the book on the table and grabbed his hands through the fabric of your top, giggling at the ticklish feeling of his fingertips against your midsection. He pulls away from your neck after a couple seconds. "Sorry, babe, I can't help it." He mumbles sleepily, blowing over the dark mark he left. "Your skin just tastes so good." He murmurs, his eyes fluttering open. "For real?" You ask, turning around towards him. "Not particularly." He gives you a small smile, taking the opportunity to pull you in for a kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. You fully rotated your body in order to straddle him, only breaking away from his kiss for a few seconds at a time. His fingers traced shapes across the small of your back, lazily drawing small hearts and stars into your flesh.

You pulled away after a minute, pushing his bangs back and looking into his pretty, brown eyes. Neither of you said a word, but the sound of your heartbeats filled the silence. You leaned in and kissed along his jawline while twirling the hair on the nape of his neck around your fingers. You trailed down towards his neck, leaving nips and pretty, maroon, bruises in your wake. He hummed quietly and you could feel the soft vibration of his vocal cords against your lips and tongue. His lips parted and he let out a quiet groan, his lips tugging upward to form a smirk. "You're such a tease.." he says, holding the back of your head. You can't help but pull away, laughing under your breath. "Yeah, because I'm the one who bit the other first." You respond, wrapping your arms around his torso with your head on his shoulder. "That sounds like something a little tease would say." He says with a grin, resting his head on top of yours. You roll your eyes and stroke up and down his back. Both of your heartbeats were starting to calm down as you laid with eachother, bodies intertwined on the comfortable sofa with your love for one another warming up the rooom.

A/n; alr chat sorry this is posted later than my usual time by like,,, idk 4 hrs as of lately 😭 it's also really short bc it was supposed to be a 4 charactdr post but i scrapped it because i didnt wanna write all that these past few days

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amomentsescape · 3 months

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Thank you for replying to my question! In that case could I request a Bruce Wayne imagine. One where the reader graduated college, bought a car & is now working a lot at her job. She’s been a bit stressed bec she hasn’t taken a break. Bruce surprises her at her job once her shift ends to take her on a date. & her coworkers & friends start teasing her. Basically Bruce wants her to destress and have fun. Then he expresses how proud he is of her. Just him being a supportive and loving boyfriend.

Also if you could throw in the reader’s friends asking if Bruce bought the car & if she’s gonna quit working bec he’s rich. But she says no to both bec she wants to make her own money & work hard. (Bruce ends up hearing this & it just confirms to him how she loves him for himself and not the money)

Sorry if it’s long lol!

More Than Riches

Gotham! Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: Even with Bruce as their partner, Reader still aims to do what they want with their life and love Bruce earnestly at the same time.

Warnings: Overall fluff with maybe one or two bad words

Word Count: 849

A/N: Thank you so much! Based on your request, I wrote it as more of a drabble since my version of an imagine usually only comes with about a paragraph of writing like this. But if you'd like a condensed version that's made into an imagine, let me know!

The past few months have become all blurred together in your mind. To be honest, you were certain that you've spent more time at work than you have at your own home.

Adulthood wasn't quite what you had expected it to be. Graduating college and jumping straight into the workforce seemed like everyone's ideal, but this meant that you hadn't gotten an opportunity to take a breather.

But you supposed this is what you signed up for. A car loan wasn't going to pay itself. But even then, there was something fulfilling about what you did. Being able to be independent on your own terms gave you a sense of security you never knew you desired.

With that being said, you still wished you had a little more time for yourself and your boyfriend.

The thought of him almost made you a little emotional. You two haven't had much quality time together recently and yet, Bruce had been nothing but supportive towards your ambitions.

He told you time and time again that if you ever needed help with anything, all you had to do was ask. It truly felt nice to have someone on your team for a change.

You looked up at the time and realized that your shift was finally over.

You sighed and wandered back to clock out and grab your things when you heard hushed whispers and giggles.

Your coworkers were all huddled together, talking to each other like they were sharing a secret.

"I can't believe- oh! (Y/N), get over here! The Bruce Wayne just walked in. I can't believe it!"

Your eyebrows furrowed together. "I thought I was supposed to see him tomorrow..." you said under your breath.

When you looked up, all eyes were on you.

"You know him?" one of your coworkers asked eagerly.

You gulped. "Well, yeah. He's my boyfriend..."

You suddenly felt hot.

Your coworkers were absolutely stunned at this.

"You're kidding. You're in a relationship with the city's rich boy?!"

You just nodded, not sure how to respond.

"Oh my God. Then why the hell are you working here? He could literally pay all of your bills and then some! I bet your car is already paid off because of him, huh?" they giggled.

You almost wanted to roll your eyes at this. You were your own person. You didn't need saving, and you didn't need the man you love paying for everything that you could have earned yourself. It just didn't feel right to you, but to each their own you supposed.

"I'm actually paying off the car myself. And why would I not want to work? I enjoy putting in this effort to support myself and see the impact I'm making. He can do what he wants with his money, and I'll do what I want with mine. Now, if you excuse me, I am going to clock out."

With that, you grabbed your bag and jacket and walked over to the entrance, finally seeing that familiar face you love so much.

The moment he caught sight of you, his eyes lit up, a soft smile spreading across his lips.

"There you are. I was starting to wonder if I came at a bad time."

He leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek, taking your hand in his as you both exited the building.

"I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting you today," you answered honestly.

His smile widened. "I wanted to surprise you. I know things have been busy and stressful for you recently, and I was hoping a date night would alleviate some of that."

You stopped walking and looked at him, your stomach doing a couple flips.

You just kept staring at him, taking in just how perfect he was for you. He knew how to make any bad moment better in an instant. It's like he always understood what you needed even when you didn't know it yourself.

"What is it?" he chuckled nervously, a little bit shy from your gaze.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," you responded softly.

This made his cheeks go all rosy, causing your heart to speed up. He was perfect.

"I could say the same for you," he reasoned.

His hold on your hand tightened as he pulled you into him, holding your body close to his.

"I overheard what you said back there, about me."

Now it was your turn to blush.

"Yeah?" was all you could produce.

"Yeah." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "I'm so lucky to have found someone like you. You're one of the only people I know that makes me feel seen as me, not just by my last name."

Your eyes met his at this. "Bruce, I'd love you even if you were just an average person like me."

He leaned his face a little bit closer to yours.

"You're not average, (Y/N). Not to me."

He then pressed in a little further and joined his lips with yours, kissing you like it was the first time all over again.

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rottin6 · 16 days

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mdni. 18+ | bartylily. cw: gun kink.

in lily’s defence, she did just start dating him so how was she supposed to know the rules? barging into her boyfriend’s room wasn’t the best idea, but the best lessons, as she knows, are learned from experience. barty’s sitting there when she walks in, lazily sprawled out on his bed, his chest bare with drops of sweat. he stares at her expectantly.

her focus is stuck on the gun, the silver barrel of it resting against the crease of his hip like it was anything but. “your parents never teach you how to knock?” he’s pissed off at her, but lily doesn’t care. she opens her mouth to speak, then closes—then opens again to mumble an incoherent apology, before moving to back out of the room. it’s then that barty lifts his left hand, the one holding the weapon and lily stops in her tracks, fear clouding her mind.

his eyes narrow at her, his back up against the headboard. he motions the gun as if he were waving her to move forward, “come here.” lily moves, hesitantly of course. she knows he wouldn’t hurt her—or she thinks so at least, and yet, she becomes weary of him. she crawls onto the bed, slowly, sitting in between his legs, and she can’t help the gasp that releases when he moves the gun against her cheek, gently forcing her to look at him.

“i asked you a question, doll.” he murmurs, tapping the barrel against her cheek, and instinctively, a heat begins to form in the pit of her stomach.

lily’s voice is pathetically small—meek when she speaks. “yes—no, i’m sorry, barty. was just excited to see you.” his jaw’s clenched as he hums, dragging the tip of the gun along her jaw sideways, stopping when he reaches her chin. lily’s surprised at herself, at her breathing for staying scarily even as she holds eye contact with him.

he continues to study her, looking for any sign of fear. he keeps his brows crossed, “you missed me?” he says, his voice low, lips barely moving. there’s a fondness in his eyes that calms lily, and suddenly the gun held to the bottom of her chin is the least of her worries. she nods carefully, an animalistic urge to rub her thighs against one another.

“mm-hm.”

there’s a beat of silence and then the corners of his lips twitch, “good.” barty’s eyes fall to her lips, all bitten and chapped from her habits. then, he inhales, “you’re pretty.” and all lily can choke out is a thank you. she doesn’t know why she’s so tense—on edge, but the compliment sends shivers right down to her toes. then, before she even knows what’s happening, barty’s pressing the gun against her lips, tapping it lightly and his eyes wide, full of expectation.

it comes out as a harsh breath when he speaks: “open.” and lily can’t help but gape at him, coming to the realisation that he’s gone and finally lost his mind. but the look on his face is a completely serious one, and he tries to force the barrel past her teeth. his right hand pulls on her hip, rubbing slow, comforting circles on the skin as he mumbles more, “c’mon baby, give me more.”

the gun’s cold against her teeth, the metal reminding her of the piercing on his tongue, and when it slips past her lips and onto her tongue, lily lets out a moan, one she had no idea was building up in the back of her throat.

she takes the gun in her mouth and barty’s sick when he’s watching her, his mouth curling upwards. “good. good girl. show the gun how much you missed me, and maybe i’ll let you show my cock, instead.” usually lily would jump at the opportunity but she really couldn’t care less. she doesn’t care if she doesn’t get to suck him off, because the feeling of the gun sliding in and out, slowly, from his guidance, is enough to satisfy her. barty coos and praises her as her eyes roll further back into her head the more he speeds up, his hard cock throbbing against her thigh.

barty’s impatient though, and though lily could sit there forever, he wastes no time in pulling out, manhandling her face down into his bedsheets and positioning his cock into her dripping hole. “fuck,” he says, “you got this wet from a little bit of sucking?” he pants, heavy from the way her sticky walls cling onto his length. he’s violent with it, unforgiving when he rams into her, and lily makes the mistake of trying to push him back away from her—to slow him down.

lily feels the coolness of the gun barrel press against the back of her head, and a soft click follows after.

“you fuckin’ try that again and see where it gets you.”

for @sommerregenjuniluft always x

#bartylily #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #lily evans #bartylily smut #marauders #marauders smut #layla writes

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s7-evermore · 8 months

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[The Boyfriend Contract] Ch. 1 - The Cost of Opportunity

This is The Boyfriend Contract series, Chapter One. Inspired by The Love Hypothesis and The Business Proposal. Azul Ashengrotto x fem! Yuu (reader) You can view this on ao3. Ch. 2

Opportunity Cost in economics is defined as the highest-valued alternative that is sacrificed when making a decision-- in this case, it's my dignity... and possibly my freedom.

In Yuu’s defense, it was his fault.

She was supposed to be aiming for his cheek, if only he hadn’t turned his head to look at her, she wouldn’t have accidentally kissed him on the lips after claiming to some obsessed guy that she was dating him.

But she had to make it look natural, so deepening the kiss was the only way to go.

Thank the Sevens that Azul was a good actor— after hearing her ridiculous claim and feeling their lips together, he couldn’t look like the fool in the situation, so he adjusted himself to her kiss. His tense shoulders lowered, making it look like he was somewhat relaxed and he leaned closer to her. The kiss felt awkward, uncomfortable, fucking painful— but some delusional and lonely ass part of her thought it felt somewhat nice. Had Azul always been this tall? Although she was shorter than almost everyone in NRC (Riddle and Epel included), she had to tiptoe even further and crane her neck just to deepen the kiss, and that was kind of hot—

Nope. No no no no NO. She shouldn’t be enjoying this, not when she’s literally kissing one of the biggest red flags in all of NRC.

When the pain in the ass was gone, she pulled away— giving him the chance to finally stare at her in disbelief.

“…Did you just…?”

Simply hearing his voice made her want to jump into a ditch and die right there, but since they were still surrounded by people, she had to pull him outside and into some secluded corner before—

“I’M SO SORRY!”

He flinched as she bowed deeply, apologizing with all her remaining energy. As much as she wanted to bury herself six feet under, this was reality, and reality states that she couldn’t do that.

Maybe not now.

She heard him clear his throat. Maybe he was disgusted? Repulsed? She doesn’t know what her current relationship status was with Azul, though she had called him a friend once, she wasn’t really sure if he saw her that way.

“Can I get an explanation?” His voice sounded the way it normally was. Serene, like ocean waves on a nice summer day. The kind you can relax to, and it was suave, somehow. Befitting of a handsome businessman like him.

Did she just say ‘handsome’? Did she just think ‘handsome’?

Well. In all honesty, it was the truth. She was sure that anyone could admit that. If she didn’t know him personally, she might have been attracted to him. Azul was no average face after all— and if he was, he would be the “super handsome” average type.

“I—“ She stood up properly as she covered her face. It was hot. Her face was hot. Or maybe her hands were just cold. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Is...that so?” His words drawled on as he looked at her skeptically, or uncertainly, she actually didn’t know. Normally she could read people well, but her brain was too messed up to understand what his face was trying to do. “Perhaps you can explain to me what’s going on?”

Ah, so he was trying to discern why the fuck she just kissed him. Easy enough.

“Well, um…”

Okay, not easy enough.

She suddenly remembered that this was Azul Ashengrotto she was talking to. If she decided to vent to HIM of ALL PEOPLE about a guy who wouldn’t leave her the hell alone, he would have taken the kiss as leverage for him helping her, and in turn, make her feel indebted to him for allowing her to use him to get away from a suitor.

Everyone knows that there will always be a catch when someone becomes indebted to Azul.

“Look,” She sighed, “No offense but this is really none of your business.”

He stared at her for a moment before nodding, returning to his ‘serious businessman mode’ (that’s what she and her friends called it), “I understand.”

She sighed, one of relief this time. She wanted to just walk away and forget everything.

“I suppose I’ll just go back to school and file a complaint on sexual misconduct with academic peers.”

She nodded, “Yeah, okay I’ll— wait…what?!”

“I’ll be on my way.”

“WAIT!” She grabbed his hand to stop him from walking away. It was easy enough for him to shrug her off, but he didn’t. Instead, he actually stopped and turned back to look at her, as though to consider her desperation.

“Explain the kiss.”

She groaned, letting go of his hand in order to fiddle with her own. Even if she ran away from him now, he would investigate her matter later. No one kisses Azul Ashengrotto out of nowhere, after all. Unless you want to be in complete debt to him or…you know, in love with him. Highly unlikely. For her, at least.

“Kelvin Watson,” She told him.

He raised a brow, giving no indication of knowing the name.

“He’s a regular in the cafe I work at during the weekends.”

“It’s Friday today.”

“Yeah, I know, but I told the owner in advance that I would be able to work today since classes ended early and he needed more hands. Anyway, I came to work today and for some reason, Kelvin knew I was going to be there. He always seems to know whenever I’m there, and the owner says he only goes to the cafe during the weekends, aka during my shifts. Isn't that kinda weird??”

He nodded slowly as if to process every word she uttered.

“He was nice at first, really sweet and all that. But then he tried to court me, and I’m not really into that whole dating scene right now —school, Grim, trying to get back to my world and all that— so I rejected him. But the guy just wouldn’t get the memo and kept trying to ask me out whenever he had the chance.”

He just…stared at her.

“And…what does that have to do with me?”

“I— ugh—“ she covered her face, dragging her hands down in exasperation, “After my shift ended earlier he tried to ask me out AGAIN and I was so sick of his advances that I got desperate, and I—“

She hesitated for a bit, only to continue when Azul’s eyes narrowed.

“…I saw you come in and thought to pretend that you were my boyfriend or something to drive him away since you were a familiar face, so I… I didn’t really think?”

“Obviously,” He muttered under his breath.

“Hey! I was only supposed to kiss your cheek, okay? I didn’t know you were suddenly gonna turn your head!”

“And your instinct was to continue kissing me?”

“I just—! I was trying to make it look natural! It’s not like I wanted to kiss—“ She felt her cheeks heat up at the memory, and she tried desperately to shake it from her head. “Listen, I’m so, so, so sorry about that, okay?”

“Are you really?” He crossed his arms.

“Please don’t report me,” She pleaded as she looked up at him, “I really meant to just go for your cheek. I’m sorry if I made you really uncomfortable…” and please don’t drag me into a contract.

Now that she had the time to think about it a bit better (without the stress of having an obsessive boy trying to get her attention), she realized the abomination of her situation. She really had just grabbed a random guy from her school, claimed she was dating him, and kissed him on the lips (even though it wasn’t her intention).

Not to mention, this guy was literally on the list of top students not to mess with unless you wanted a death wish (or everything you cherished taken away from you). Notorious for his elaborate and sly schemes, his greediness for money, and his perfectly put-together demeanor that made him appear like an angel. It doesn’t help that he was blessed with such a handsome face—

Ugh. There she was again.

There was no excuse for what she had done. She had practically harassed him by kissing him without his consent, intentional or not, so he had every right to report her if he wanted. Knowing Azul though, he would do anything to make sure he gains the upper hand in the situation, even if it cost her her time.

(One thing, however, is that she knows that she would agree to it as long as it didn’t involve handing him Ramshackle Dorm. Because at that point she will actually beat the shit out of him if he pulls that shit again.)

“No, I’m sorry. You have every right to report me… intentional or not, I’m sure you felt uncomfortable. I just… I didn’t…” She just wanted to go back home and sleep, maybe forget about the whole thing. “Look, I’m going to leave now, okay? Thanks and… I’m so, so, so, so sorry.”

She turned on her heel and ran away, leaving the Octavinelle housewarden in his own thoughts.

She sprinted through the streets, passing by stalls, shops, passersby, and some students from Night Raven who were still in their uniforms. She ran past a middle-aged lady walking her dog, a classic red car zoomed past her, and suddenly the next bus stopped at the station where she arrived just in time.

She made sure to sit at the very back, ignoring every other passenger as she pulled out her headphones and proceeded to lose herself in her own thoughts and guilt.

What a shitty day.

Unbeknownst to her, Azul Ashengrotto was still standing right where she left him— thinking about her. Her eyes, her red cheeks, her predicament, her cute face, her soft, soft lips… And the things she told him when they were in the Atlantica Memorial Museum…

A/N - hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of The Boyfriend Contract. This is mainly a passion project of some sort. Updates will be pretty slow since I'm a busy student, please be understanding.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #azul x yuu #Azul x mc #azul ashengrotto x yuu #azul ashengrotto x reader #The Boyfriend Contract - TWST fanfic

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hugshughes · 8 months

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exile D. Duke

Dylan Duke x ex!fem!reader JJ McCarthy x fem!reader (couldn’t help myself)

synopsis - when you and Dylan see each other for the first time after your breakup, and you have a new boyfriend doting on you, he’s upset. he finds a way to get you alone and interrogates you on how you could already move on from him.

wc - 2k

contains - UNEDITED!!! cursing, shouting, unrequited feelings, miscommunication, Dylan and reader are mean, asshole!Dylan a little (im sorry munchkin), no happy ending between Dylan and reader, happy ending between JJ and reader though ;), JJ McCarthy is reader’s new boyfriend (i did that for me), hypocrisy (?), flashback is in italics, as always lmk!!!!

an - this was probably the easiest and quickest for me to write so far, exile is a pretty short song lyrics wise and it just speaks to me. i love this one a lot, so i hope you do too! JJ McCarthy is just my fav boy so you know i jumped at the opportunity to have him in this. ummmmm yeah lmk how you like it! also yeah i know i skipped tlgad but that fic is slowlyyyyyyyy coming together, it’s just a littleeee more difficult. celebration masterlist

i see you standing, honey. with his arms around your body. laughing but the joke’s not funny at all.

It was the first party of the school year. Dylan doesn’t know why he thought you wouldn’t be there, of course you would be. But he really didn’t think he’d walk through the fraternity house to see you standing in a circle in the kitchen, back pressed up against the starting quarterback, his arms around your waist.

When Mark looked over and saw what Dylan was staring at, he almost laughed. Not because he’s a bad friend or anything, just the look on Dylan’s face was laughable. He didn’t laugh though, he sighed and brought a heavy hand to pat his friend on the back, not saying anything.

Dylan’s eye could’ve twitched when he saw your head fall back on JJ’s shoulder, your laughter like honey in Dylan’s ears. How could you laugh like that? JJ hadn’t even said anything that funny, in Dylan’s opinion.

and it took you five whole minutes, to pack us up and leave me with it. holdin’ all this love out here in the hall.

Dylan was getting more agitated every time he saw you, because every time he saw you, JJ was on your tail, following you around like a lost puppy with hearts in his eyes.

He wondered how long you two had been a thing, if you had even waited two weeks before jumping to a new guy. He knew in a deep and closed off part of his heart you wouldn’t do that, he knew you probably hadn’t gotten together till late summer.

When you broke up with Dylan, he was blindsided. He was so surprised, he never saw it coming. He didn’t realize how much he’d been taking and not giving, and how drained you were becoming because of it.

i think i’ve seen this film before, and i didn’t like the ending. you’re not my homeland anymore. so what am i defending now? you were my town, now i’m in exile seeing you out. i think i’ve seen this film before.

He decided his night was ruined. He sat moping in the corner where his friends hunkered down at the party, gripping the glass bottle in his hand while his friends all tried to cheer him up.

“Dude, you can’t let her just being here with JJ get you all fucked up.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes at Ethan. He stood up pushing past them, storming off to the kitchen, searching for another beer. That’s when he came face to face with you, all alone, in an empty kitchen.

i can see you starin’ honey. like he’s just your understudy, like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me.

You noticed Dylan after you’d felt his eyes staring into the side of your head. Every where you went, he was there, staring daggers into you, into JJ. You’d met JJ in mid July, you’d both been vacationing at the same lake and knew of each other.

He was with his friends, while you were with your family. You were sitting at the dock while your parents and siblings were kayaking when JJ came up to you.

You heard a call of your name. You looked up from the book you were reading and saw someone you didn’t think you’d see for another two months, JJ McCarthy.

“Um, hi?”

You’d never really talked to him, maybe a hey in passing at a party but nothing more. You were mutuals on instagram but knew practically nothing about him.

“Hey, you remember me?”

You nodded, laughing at him. He started a conversation with you, sitting down next to you and asking about your summer. You’d talked for awhile, after about 25 minutes he asked if you wanted to come jet skiing with him and his friends. You were surprised, this guy that you’d never really talked to had taken such an interest in you out of nowhere.

You were reluctant but accepted his offer after he promised he wouldn’t let you get thrown off. You sat behind him on the jet ski and initially just gripped the straps on the back of his life jacket, but once the waves started getting rougher you wrapped your arms around him tightly, burying your head in his back.

After about an hour you went back in, you family had just finished up kayaking when JJ parked the jet ski.

“Um, I have a question, but I don’t know how you’ll react.”

Your brows furrowed, he seemed nervous for the first time in the two hours you’d spent with him. You nodded at him, telling him to go on.

“Are you uh, are you still with Duke?”

Your eyes widened as you inhaled sharply. You were quick to shake your head no.

“No! No um, no we broke up in April.”

He nodded, thinking for a beat.

“Then would it maybe be possible for me to get your number?”

And then you spent the rest of your summer getting to know JJ. Learning about his character and loving nature.

He asked you to be his girlfriend on August 11th, about a month after you’d initially given him your number, it was quick, but you’d felt like you’d known him forever.

Tonight JJ obviously noticed Dylan. He noticed the way Dylan stared at you all night. He found it amusing. JJ was clingy, very touchy, and sweet and you loved it. Since JJ saw Dylan, he decided to exaggerate his usual advances even more so. Kissing you frequently, always having his hands on you in some way, holding you against him, having you sit on his lap.

You went to the bathroom and on your way back almost knocked into none other than Dylan. You said hey courteously and it pissed Dylan off.

“Yeah hey, having fun with JJ?”

He said it in a sarcastic tone, exaggerating the word fun, like you were just with JJ for “fun” as in sex. You knew that was what Dylan was insinuating.

“Okay fuck you, you don’t get to say that.”

“I don’t? I don’t get to comment on the guy you got with after you dumped me?”

You were seeing red, you wouldn’t be surprised if steam was coming from your ears.

second, third, hundredth chance. balancin’ on breaking branches. those eyes add insult to injury.

“No, you don’t! And I didn’t dump you! I ended a relationship that had already fucking fallen apart!”

“What do you fucking mean?! ‘Fallen apart’? We were fine! We were good!”

“No, you were great Dylan! You were having an awesome time! I wasn’t! Everything I did was for you and I got nothing in return for it!”

Dylan stopped, staring at you. He never understood that you were not doing well at the end of your relationship, he was so happy, which must’ve meant you were too.

i think i’ve seen this film before, and i didn’t like the ending. i’m not your problem anymore, so who am i offending now? you were my crown, now i’m in exile, seein’ you out.

“What Dylan? What? You don’t get to just stare at me like that. Like- like you didn’t realize how fucking miserable I was.”

“I fucking made you miserable? You could’ve fucking mentioned that maybe!”

“You don’t get it! You didn’t make me miserable, I just fucking was! And you just didn’t know, you didn’t realize. Why the fuck do you even care anyway? We’ve been done for almost six months!”

Dylan maneuvered around you, grabbing another beer.

“Maybe ‘cause you broke up with me with no explanation! I still don’t fucking understand what your problem was!”

i think i’ve seen this film before, so i’m leaving out the side door. so step right out, there is no amount of crying i can do for you. all this time.

“Exactly! You didn’t fucking pay attention to me! You assumed that because you were happy that I was, and I wasn’t! I had so much shit happening to me and you never considered it!”

we always walked a very thin line you didn’t even hear me out (you didn’t even hear me out) you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs) all this time.

“You just shut me out out of no where! It wasn’t fucking fair to me!”

You and Dylan had never fought before the one that happened when you broke up with him, never. Now, you believe that it was because you two were never completely comfortable with each other. You felt like you had to be your best self for him, not your real self.

“I gave you so many indications that I wasn’t alright, that I needed you in a different way!”

“‘Indications?’ I can’t read your fucking mind, you should’ve just said something!”

i never learned to read your mind. (never learned to read my mind) i couldn’t turn things around. (you never turned things around) ‘cause you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs) so many signs, so many signs. you didn’t even see the signs.

“You know what? I’m not doing this shit, because, well I don’t have to anymore. Leave me alone Dylan, there’s nothing that anyone could do or say for us to be together again. We weren’t right for each other.”

And with that you stormed out of the kitchen seeking solace in JJ and your friends.

Dylan stood in the empty kitchen. Thinking over every word. He shouted out a curse word.

Dylan exited the fraternity, sitting down on the steps out of the back door. You and him had sat in that exact spot before, only then you two were snuggling, leaving lingering kisses on cheeks and foreheads, whispering sweet nothings.

JJ had immediately noticed your change in behavior when you came back and sat on his lap, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around you.

“What’s wrong gorgeous?” He whispered to you, knowing you wouldn’t want attentioned called to you.

“Ran into Dylan. Doesn’t matter though, don’t worry baby.” You murmured back to him, squeezing his hand, kissing his cheek.

“If you say so, but you know I’d beat him up for you if you asked.” You nodded and chuckled, he left a kiss on the top of your head, holding you tighter.

so step right out, there is no amount of crying i can do for you. all this time. we always walked a very thin line you didn’t even hear me out (you didn’t even hear me out) you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs) all this time. i never learned to read your mind. (never learned to read my mind) i couldn’t turn things around. (you never turned things around) ‘cause you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs) so many signs, so many signs. you didn’t even see the signs.

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hotsingledragon · 8 months

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ok so,, im back!!

THIS ONE ISNT A SMUT REQUEST (but if you want to make it smut go for it !! its your blog), but I’m thinking of maybe like a really sensitive and shy reader and just like normal miles😭but he’s very strict in this. let’s say little reader makes a mistake and miles is having a bad day, so he yells at her and is like “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? STOP” and she gets really scared and upset because this huge 9’5 man just screamed at her for something so small and she’s just thinking he could crush her like a bug, and how intimidating her boyfriend truly is so the poor thing just cries on the spot :((

would prefer human reader but anything is fine !!

in the morning i’ll be better

Recom!miles quaritch x human fem!reader

warnings: mean quaritch, cry baby reader, emotions!

Miles quaritch is rude, egocentric, and ignorant. It's who he is, and who he has to be as a commander. He's sarcastic and privy to his emotions, though his temperament can really get the best of him.

but Q loves his shy little girlfriend. she’d been so quiet and small when they first met, in her own bubble until quaritch decided he needed to pop it. He loves the challenge of working her out of her shell and is rewarded with her sweet smile and laughter.

Miles finds that she’s actually an open book. He can’t help but fixate on her delicate features when there’s only so much space between them! Miles always finds the smallest twitches in her expression, revealing exactly what she’s feeling. she feels so deeply. miles loves how expressive she is, silently rejoices in the fact that he gets to have her like this as very few have the opportunity

-loves when he can tell her a mundane snippet of his day and she’s glows in delight for him, as if compensating for his lack of enthusiasm

-Q will sneak glances at her when they watch movies, hearing her sniffles and he just pulls her in his lap. his heart squeezes when she wraps an arm around his middle and lets herself cry openly, allowing herself to be vulnerable in his arms.

-but it seems quaritch woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. What had started as simple as early morning grogginess turns sour and quaritch becomes an irascible, mean man. not even her bright spirit can bring him out of it.

“what are you doin’ in here?” his voice carries as he enters his office and she’s already there.

she perks up at his presence and smiles.

“hey, i had a bit of time and wanted to stop by,” she says, swinging her legs as she’s perched on his abnormally large desk- on top of his paperwork.

“dammit!” quaritch flares, stomping across the room. “get off my desk.”

she startles at his low, thundering voice and scrambles to jump off of the polished wood. She’s slightly alarmed and confused, but this is not the first time Q has been in a bad mood. She chances a glance at him from her small stature, an uneasiness growing in her belly. Quaritch is tense, shoulders bunched and fists clenching. He's so large compared to her, it’s impossible to not be intimidated. she begins to nervously fidget with her manicure.

“I- i didn’t mean to intrude, i missed you before you left this morning and i wanted to see you,” she mumbles

Quaritch doesn’t acknowledge her as he takes the opposite side of the desk and assesses the clutter of paperwork. He rests his palms flatly on the desk, hangs his head and sighs deeply.

Quaritch raises to meet her eyes. “don’t I see enough of you at home?”

she’s stunned for a moment, unblinking as she processes his razor sharp words and finds his eyes burning with aggravation.

he raises his voice now, “go on. i got work to do and i don’t need you fuckin’ it up more than you already have.”

she’s still stuck in place, watching him. Quaritch begins to flare at her stall to action, rounds the desk again and takes strides to quickly approach her and thunders, “GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.”

it comes out quicker than he can catch it, and quaritch catches the fright that flashes through her and she takes a skittish step backwards. This immediately halts his steps, and quaritch is forced to watch as her sweet little face crumbles under his gaze. it happens in slow motion- her face becomes warm with humiliation, and that usual light in her eyes clouds over with a fresh spring of tears. her chin wobbles and she breaks their mutual gaze and dammit, now quaritch has really fucked it.

she’s wrapping her arms around herself and turning her back on him towards the door and no no NO that’s not what he wants at all. He catches her wrist just as the door clicks.

and it’s a knife gouging inside his chest when she turns towards him, a veil of sorrow obscuring her usually radiant features. her cheeks are already blotchy from holding her breath, holding back her tears. Q feels awful, god he’s such a stupid prick.

“honey, i didn’t mean it”

and poor thing, she just bursts into tears. She tries to catch her sobs before they leave her chest, but she’s hurt, and even a bit frightened. It's heart wrenching, quaritch’s own expression falls and he’s immediately kneeling to her height. He holds her wrist gently, so fragile and small within his palm. He wants so badly to pull her closer.

“baby, i'm sorry. so, so fuckn sorry,” miles says

“Do I bother you that much?” she cries loudly, looking up at him with tears clumping her lashes and tracking over her cheeks. Quaritch hates himself for ever putting that thought into her mind. He shuffles on his knees to be closer to her, reaching to take her other hand in his.

“no, no darlin’. you could never bother me. Don't know why I would even say somethin’ so goddamn stupid and incorrect. talkin’ out of my ass again.”

she doesn’t answer, her chest raking with every sob she lets out. miles begins to wilt, his heart in his stomach. he can’t stand being so far away from her. he takes a chance; sitting on his haunches and parting his legs so he can tug on her wrist until she’s crashing into his chest. he tries not to let his heart sink when she doesn’t reciprocate his touch right away.

“didn’t mean it, doll. I'm sorry,” Miles says lowly, his chin resting on her head.

“you can be mean-you can be *so mean sometimes, miles.” she says wetly against his chest. she clutches the fabric of his shirt.

“I know, I know, i don’t mean to get that way,” he concedes, beginning to rub her back. He feels her take deep, steadying breaths.

“But you do, miles. more often than you think. Sometimes I feel like I'm tiptoeing through a landmine. I never know when you’ll blow up on me.” she sniffles.

-quaritch nods, truly considering her words. He knows he can be a dick, but he never wants to be that way with her. his heart clenches as he recalls the fear that flashed over her just minutes ago- and how he was the reason for it. Quaritch wants to kick his own ass.

The pair are quiet as she calms down, her tears subsiding. Eventually she wraps her arms around his shoulders, properly hugging him now. Miles is flooded with relief and pulls her closer. She smells sweet, like her conditioner and the fabric softener she uses. she smells like home, and god isn’t quaritch the biggest fucking idiot to even think of speaking to her that way.

“stay here with me,” he breathes, nuzzling into her hair. she pulls away to meet his eyes warily, her own still rimmed red. Quaritch shakes his head as if to erase any doubt in her mind.

“Wouldn't want you anywhere else, sugar.” he tells her firmly, taking her hands. she sniffles and pouts, her eyes falling to their entangled digits. her thumb runs softly over his knuckles and miles heavy heart beats so fast.

she takes a deep breath, finally meeting his eyes and nodding her head. Miles sighs in relief and hugs her close.

“Thank you, love you,” quaritch sighs. His anxiety eases when she locks her arms around him again. He wraps around her torso, petting her soft hair. They stay like that for a while, but quaritch really does have work to do. Wordlessly, quaritch moves to grasp under her thigh, pressing her close. Her legs instinctively wrap around his slim waist and quaritch easily maneuvers to stand with her in his arms. He walks them towards his desk and sits, holding her against his chest and begins to sort the scatter of documents. She lifts her head, eyeing the mess.

“M’sorry i messed up your desk,” she mumbles.

“S’alright, wasn’t really organized to begin with,” he chuckles, then somewhat awkwardly clears his throat. “I'm really sorry, darlin’, you have every right to kick me in my hind end and tell me off. I don't ever wanna make you cry,” he says softly.

What quaritch doesnt know is that he’s an open book with her, too. Miles’ eyes are swirling pools of raw emotion, constantly changing and turning with the tide. She finds a genuine sorrow, a true apology darkening the chartreuse of his irises. She rises to kiss him softly in reassurance.

And she feels the way the tension bleeds out of him, feels his slow sigh breathing from his nose. Quaritch lifts his fingers to cradle her jaw, brushing the soft skin. When they pull away, that cloudiness is gone and Mile's eyes are bright again.

She smiles at him. “Can I help?” she asks, already turning in his lap to face the desk.

“Y’know, I’d appreciate it, actually,” quaritch says. His hands drop to her hips and he pulls her into him, her back pressing against his chest. He scoots further into the desk and drops a kiss on her shoulder and says, “I don't deserve you- too good t’me, too sweet,” in his low, american accent. She loosely throws her hand back to punch his chest. “I know,” she says, a light tease in her voice. Quaritch chuckles and holds her tighter, bowing to press another lingering kiss into her shoulder. And so they organize the clutter together, exchanging papers and reading off the information to one another. They’re a well oiled machine until every stack is bound and clipped neatly. She even writes sticky notes in her loopy handwriting to describe what the documents are about. When the job is done, quaritch is turning her around and kissing her like he’s been dying to ever since he stepped into the office.

notes: lol hello! thank you for sending this request! i was v excited to dig my teeth into this. i apologize for the delayed roll out, life punched me in the throat and took me out over the past couple of weeks but it was a nice reprieve getting to work on this. thank you envy for the request! please enjoy and leave some love! <3

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tenpintsofsundrop · 9 months

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What would Jason Todd be like in bed? (Titans Kink Headcanons)

A/N: These headcanons are based off the Titans version of Jason, and while in the show they didn't mention the Pit giving him any supernatural abilities, it's my headcanon that it did give him some heightened strength and some enhanced healing abilities like it did in other versions - or you could just imagine a different version of Jason while reading this if you want. Also, in this, the reader is intended to be completely gender neutral - I do mention Mommy kink (as in, Jason calling the reader Mommy) but it is my belief that those terms aren't gendered in kink situations, and a woman could be called Daddy and a man or amab person could be called Mommy (obviously, only if you want to be called that - but imo, it's not restricted to gender, and the two terms have very different vibes and uses). Other than that, the main warnings are: mentions of sub/dom dynamics, mentions of faux lactation kink/breast feeding kink (Jason sucking on your tits - again gender neutral imo), strength kink (Jason pinning you down), and pain play/pain kink (mostly toward Jason, but some mentions of it toward the reader).

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Okay - Jason Todd is a fuckboy. That is something that is obvious about his character from the jump. He is the type of guy to use cheesy pick-up lines unironically, he is shameless about dirty talk. He is the type of person to carry condoms absolutely everywhere 'just in case'.

But - I genuinely believe that situationship or friends with benefits Jason would be way, way different than boyfriend Jason. When Jason gets into a serious relationship, he is a whole different guy. (And yeah, it has to do with the foster care thing, commitment issues, he thinks that you are going to pick up and disappear from his life at any time so he doesn't want to get attached. It's a whole thing.)

Fuck Buddy Jason - he is the true definition of a fuckboy.

He flirts with you nonstop, he's constantly making sexual innuendos around you (but he does turn it off around others if you want to keep your relationship discreet/a secret). He's the kind of guy who thinks that it's funny to fake hump you every time you bend over in front of him.

He will take every opportunity to make sleazy comments (you deny that this turns you on because it sounds like his dirty talk). He will mock your moans, be annoyingly cocky (and oh so slightly degrading) and when you get annoyed with him, he will remind you that he is the one fucking you on a regular basis. He tells you that if you hate him being annoying, do something about it. Otherwise, you let him get away with being an annoying asshole and you still 'let him hit it'.

(The 'something' he wants you to do about it is putting him in a submissive role - tying him up, spanking him, generally putting him under your complete control. But we'll get to that in detail later.)

Fuck Buddy Jason is the most infuriating man on earth.

The minute he's done fucking you (giving you the most mind blowing experience of your life) - he will brag right to your face about how hard he made you cum and instantly make you want to strangle him as he is still tying up the condom.

But he's like this because he is trying to emotionally distance himself. He's trying to keep himself from being too vulnerable and catching feelings for the person that he is fucking on a regular basis.

On the other hand: Boyfriend Jason - he is a total puppy.

When Jason officially gets into a relationship with you, there is a very distinct set of changes in him. When he is finally promoted from 'friends with benefits' or 'it's complicated' to officially being your 'you have a drawer in my bedroom' 'you have a key to my place' boyfriend, he turns into a completely different person around you.

He's no longer afraid to be vulnerable around you, and he becomes the 'your bullshit is my bullshit' type of person. He wants everything life has to offer with you. And it changes his attitude in the bedroom as well (but it doesn't really affect his kinks or his skills, just how he plays around with them - but we'll get to that).

Jason becomes a whipped puppy.

He is on your heels all the time, he is completely loving and affectionate. Before, where he used perverted humour and snarky sarcasm to try and deflect his feelings for you or ignore the way he was feeling, now - he just leans into it. He wants to cuddle you 24/7. Any time the two of you are in the same room, he is glued to you like a koala.

And whether he is more submissive or more dominant, ultimately, you rule the relationship, because whatever you say - goes. Jason is wrapped around your little finger. He would move the sun and sky in order to make you happy.

So how does this affect his sex life?

Jason is a switch.

I can't see him being a hard dom or completely submissive to anyone. He likes to play around in both roles, and ultimately, it would depend on where you are in the relationship and what kind of role you want to take on.

When he first gets into a sexual relationship with you, he is naturally more dominant, because he feels that he has to be controlling. He thinks that he has to live up to all of his fuckboy talk in order to impress you. And surprisingly, he would actually impress you. But, if the two of you were involved for a while, he would let you take over the interactions, but only if you were intensely strong willed.

Fuck Buddy Jason in a submissive role is a god damned brat. He will fight you for control every inch of the way, he will be mouthy as hell and talk back to you, challenge your authority, and make you 'punish' him in order to put him in his place. He is fierce and frustrating, and you have to forcefully shut him up - with multiple spankings, a gag, or intense overstimulation (or you could break him with orgasm denial, which Jason doesn't even realize he likes until he has experienced it).

Jason in a relationship? In a more dominant role, he is incredibly soft and caring. He's much more prone to love making - he will automatically fall into a routine of worshipping your body, performing deep, sweet sex, especially with a lot of verbal praise and sweet talk towards you. He loves you and he wants you to know it, and it lights up all of his mental pleasure centers to be able to dedicate his bodily pleasure to you and make you feel good in the process.

If you want him to go harder, it definitely needs to be prompted.

A very easy way to get rough sex out of Dom Boyfriend Jason is to make him jealous.

He is possessive as hell, and seeing you flirt with another guy, especially if it's someone dangerous (a known criminal) - it will make him blow his lid.

But then, in a jealous streak, Jason will fuck you like he hates you and mark you up in an effort to show you just how much he loves you and show you how badly he needs to have you all to himself. Does it partially come from a place of insecurity, worried you might actually leave him someday? Yes. Will he ever admit that aloud? Only during the most tender, quiet pillow talk.

Boyfriend Jason as a sub? Again, he is the most soft puppy ever.

If you're in a long term relationship with him and you're the more dominant type, you will quickly discover that Jason is a needy, cuddly baby. He wants your attention on him all the time, and it only gets worse when you're in the bedroom. He wants complete skin to skin contact, he wants to touch you all the time (even without permission) and whines when he can't, he lives for being called a good boy, he fucking loves cockwarming, and though it's something he would never admit under even the harshest physical torture - he has a Mommy kink.

It's something that slipped out once while he was buried deep inside of you, and you didn't let him live it down. At first, he was intensely embarrassed to call you that. Now he calls you that on a regular basis, and it is something that has become warm and comforting for the both of you.

Now, let's talk more of his general kinks.

He is someone who lives for praise. Whether he is in a dom role or a sub role, he wants to be told that he is doing well. He is fuelled by specific, detailed verbal praise. Despite his cocky demeanor, he's not always the most confident, so he loves the assurance that he is doing well. (Or even just ego boosting compliments about his looks, or being called a good boy does a lot for him.)

And if you tell him that you like something specific and why you like it, then he will do that thing over and over again without prompt every time you have sex just so that he can be praised for it.

He also loves praising you. Jason loves every single thing about you, and he definitely wants you to know it. He could compliment you a thousand times a day (and he will). He will never run out of sweet things to say about your beautiful body, your good looks, your talents, the way you make him feel - so he just keeps the praise coming for you, in and out of the bedroom.

He is not too fussy about oral sex. Despite the fuckboy stereotype, he would rather skip right to penetrative sex than to have his cock sucked. And he does love performing oral sex on you, but not because it's an act he particularly enjoys the feeling of - because he loves being praised for it. He loves the euphoric feeling of your sounds filling up his ears as you cum on his tongue. But again, if he can, he will just skip it and go straight for penetrative sex.

Jason loves deep, slow sex. He loves looking into your eyes while he fucks you hard and deep. He loves full body skin to skin contact while he fucks you. He loves feeling every inch of you while he's deep inside of you, being able to hold you with his arms wrapped around you. He loves the kind of sex that consumes his entire soul (though, before you're in an official relationship, he will absolutely never admit that).

He especially loves cockwarming for this reason - he loves laying on top of you with his cock deep inside of you, surrounded by the warmth of your body and cuddling while he can feel safe and vulnerable with you. (Again, he wouldn't admit this until you're actually dating, and he probably wouldn't actually cockwarm you until you're officially dating for this reason.)

He has an oral fixation - so why wouldn't he love oral sex?

Jason is more into having his mouth full, he loves the fuzzy headed feeling he gets when there is something heavy on his tongue (and for a long time, he wouldn't know to describe this as subspace). It's something that he is only into as a sub. So he loves having his mouth filled with a cock or toys, and it makes him feel fuzzy and subby. It's not the ideal mindset to be performing oral sex. But he does love to suck on fingers or breasts for hours for this same reason.

(And this is where his Mommy kink comes into play again, and he may discover down the road that he has a simulated/faux lacation kink - but idk if I have time to get into that here lmao.) (He just likes sucking on tits, can you blame him. Girltits or boytits, he's not picky.)

Jason is a total painslut. This is one of his kinks that becomes clear very soon into your sexual relationship. Because he spends so much time training and roughing up his body for exercise, he loves the dopamine hit that pain brings in that sense, and it easily translates when it comes to sex.

He loves having his hair pulled, he loves the feeling of sharp nails scratching down his back, he loves having his lips bitten, he loves being slapped (if you were having an argument and slapped him, it would immediately make him rock hard). And as a sub, he loves being spanked, shoved around, and roughed up in all possible ways. He loves the combination of pain and pleasure.

He is more hesitant when it comes to giving pain to a partner, because he is muscular (and especially after the Pit, when his strength is more compact than he's used to). He is afraid of potentially hurting you past your boundaries by mistake. If he ever did that, he would never forgive himself.

But as long as there is a safeword in place and you assure him that you are enjoying yourself (and he has some good aftercare in place) he will spank you, bite you, scratch you - but he likely wouldn't use tools or implements (like a paddle) because he wouldn't want to go to hard and actually damage you. Using his bare hands to spank you gives him better control, and in his opinion, hitting someone with an object is saved for the criminals.

Jason wouldn't be very into bondage as a dom (like, tying you up when you are submissive to him). He much prefers pinning you down and feeling you struggle against him. Even if you train just as hard as him and you're just as strong as him, he prefers to feel the struggle, especially when he makes you cum and you're pleasure-numb and it's a lot harder for you to fight back against his strength. He loves feeling the fight leave your body as you become overstimulated and your muscles become loose.

Post-Pit, with his magically enhanced strength, it's pretty much no competition and he especially doesn't see the need for rope or other bondage equipment then - he will just pin you down to any surface and take you as he pleases.

Jason as a sub - fucking loves bondage. He loves being tied up and restricted, especially when it means handing over total control to you. Control is not something he gives up easily in life. So when he's with you, someone he feels completely safe with, and he is forced to give up control by giving up the movement of his body, it is thrilling for him. When he's forced to just lay there and feel whatever pleasure you give him (or don't give him) - then it puts him in a really relaxed mindset that he barely knew he was capable of.

Jason loves dirty talk. It comes with the fuckboy status. He was dirty talking to you before he even really knew your name, and though you wanted to hate it (because it was kind of out of line?) you loved it because he was cute and somehow got away with it.

As he got to know you better, and got to know your likes and dislikes, his dirty talk got more outlandish and more on point, and now he knows how to turn you on and make electricity shoot through your core with just a single well thought out sentence. (This is what he uses his brilliant vigilante mind for.) He also doesn't reserve dirty talk for the bedroom. He will randomly sneak up behind you in the kitchen and whisper outlandish things in your ear while you're cooking (and cause you to spill things) - he will connect you to a private comms on a mission and tell you all the details of how he plans to fuck you later. He lives to see the reaction he gets out of you with his clever, filthy tongue.

You have learned how to get him back, though - and you know that a well placed pet name or a promise for later can buckle his knees too.

Jason also loves sexting. He loves seeing pictures of you in cute, sexy little outfits, and he is very, very proud of a good dick pic (and of course, keeps a folder of the ones he loves the most of his own) and loves tempting you into sending sexy pictures of yourself that he can save for later - with your permission, of course.

As I said before, he is very into orgasm denial - but only as a sub. He would fold very quickly to begging if you denied him an orgasm. It makes him very narrow minded and focused on 'the goal' and it's very good at shutting out any of the anxiety or noise in his brain, which he loves. Orgasm denial makes him a very obedient sub, very quickly. It is the most effective punishment for him.

However, as a dom, he is very bad at denying you anything - if you pout or give him puppy eyes, he gives in too quickly. He only spanks you because he knows that you technically enjoy it. It's not really that much of a punishment in his mind. He's very bad at 'punishing' you. You do just get whatever you want. The only thing he doesn't really tolerate as a dom is mouthing off/attitude, but that is just a way for you to get what you want - rough sex.

This last one might be weird, but I gotta get it in here somewhere - Jason is very prevalent about condoms. He doesn't have a breeding kink, he doesn't have a creampie kink, he is very adamant about protected sex. He thinks condoms are sexy. Unless you are able to get pregnant and actively trying for a baby (which, for him, would take a lot of convincing past his issues and some therapy) - then he is all condoms, all the time. If you can't biologically get pregnant or if you wanna ditch condoms and use some other form of birth control in a long term relationship with him, he might still wanna use them out of habit or just because it's not as messy. He is a condom guy.

(A/N: Also I just have to say - if Jason doesn't have a kid, he will bring home stray cats like they are Halloween candy. You will randomly have a stray cat in your house every other week and it becomes a problem. (Also if you want me to do general relationship headcanons about these characters, please let me know omg.))

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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armin + his love for titties..no other words…

cw: fingering, tittysucking, squirting, nipple orgasm, pet names (daddy, sweetheart, pretty, my love) mention of lactation and breeding/pregnancy, him with a tongue ring

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so it’s no secret that Armin is obsessed with your body. Baby loves all of you from head to toe..sometimes a little too much. He can’t help it when he sees you in those sundresses, walking around with that thick ass swaying every time you take a step. Or in your bonnet and boxer shorts, walking around the house with that pussy looking all plump in them, so much so, he bends you over right where you stand and fucks you until you’re a dripping mess. Especially when the two of you are smoking on some chill shit, your legs resting in his lap and he’s watching you lick his blunt for him..he’s ready to pounce, imagining that tongue gliding up and down his shaft..but honest to goodness, the thing he adores most are those pretty titties. They always look so delectable, sitting up in your tank tops or cropped shirts. Practically seconds away from spilling out when you’re riding him like a bull. Bouncing on his dick and those beautiful breasts are right there in his face. It just so happens when you two are watching a movie one night and you’re wearing something very revealing that he can’t stop staring. Not giving a damn about what’s on that screen.

“Hey, come here.” Waving you over nonchalantly with two fingers, still glaring down at his papers and bud as he assembles them. Dressed in the exact attire that always got him riled up; those tight tank tops and tiny shorts being swallowed up by your ass, you’d shuffle over to your boyfriend, stretching your legs across his lap. He’s rubbing on your calves and eyeing you up and down as he passes his blunt for you to lick..and of course, get the first hit. You guys relax and enjoy each other’s company as per usual. You were focused on the movie but his eyes were elsewhere. Fixated on the bounce of those beautiful breasts each time you reacted to the scenes; jiggling when you laughed at the two men getting chased by a dog or when you jumped from a scary scene. It was when one in particular frightened you so badly, due to a multitude of spiders appearing that you screamed and Armin saw this as a perfect opportunity. Patting his thigh, he’d usher you into his lap and cradle you close. “It’s okay, babe. It’s just a movie.” But much like anything this man done, it was calculated. Down to picking this particular flick because he knew it’d drive you straight into his arms and he’d in turn get you straight out of your clothes. It was while you were being held by him, that you’d suddenly feel his hands creeping up your shirt, relaxing there like he had done so many times before. Gently kneading his fingers into the soft flesh of your tits, lightly pinching your nipple in the process. It was something you were used to..he would absentmindedly squeeze them at random times, just always craving that physical touch and contact. But tonight, he wanted a little more…

“What are you doinggg?”

“What? I can’t kiss my pretty girl?..”

mumbling into the crook of your neck as he placed soft pecks along your jugular, suckling on your throat…while he did so, those hands sitting idly inside of your shirt, tugged those breasts out of their respective spots and exposed them to the cool air. Your nipples were already rock hard but he’d waste no time playing with them and increasing that sensitivity. Rubbing slow, gentle circles around the brown buds, he’d let his pouty lips rest on your jawline before trailing back up to your lips. You could feel the steel of his tongue ring all over your skin and then inside of your mouth as your tongues clashed once more. Those sloppy, slow kisses were always the best and you couldn’t get enough. By now, the movie has become a sheer afterthought and your beautiful body was the only thing he was tuned into..

“You’re so gorgeous, you know that?”

mumbling as he always did when he was needy and starved for your touch. Pinching and playing with them, Armin eventually worked his tongue down to flick each of them and grope your breasts in the process. He was completely and utterly fixated on your body..attending to your every need and desire at the moment. And of course, his own…

“ ‘Min….”

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Just relax..”

soon, you’d find his palms roaming up and down your skin..gently and delicately touching you. As if you were fragility in its purest form. So loving and sweet. But he couldn’t help himself when had someone so damn fine all to himself. Snaking his tongue out, Armin would let the cool metal of his piercing make contact with your areolae and then proceed to slurp on them. Meanwhile, his fingers were trailing lower and lower, eventually sinking down behind the elastic of your shorts. The entire time, his eyes didn’t stop meeting yours, just to ensure that you were focused on him and him solely. But he didn’t have that worry about..especially when those digits made home inside of you and between those dripping folds. In a matter of seconds, you’d release a loud gasp before your head fell back to your shoulders and onto him again.

“Oh my God…yes..” whimpering so sweetly that it elicited a loud moan from you, causing his cock to twitch from behind his sweats. Tugging them down your hips to give him more room to work them in and out, letting them delicately twist around inside of that tight little sex. “You’re so wet, baby….feel good when I suck on these pretty titties while I’m fingering you?” But that much was apparent by the way you were trembling from both sensations. He was absolutely infatuated with the way your nipples stiffened in his mouth. How soft, supple and plump your breasts were..his mind couldn’t help but to shift to the thought of getting you pregnant. Oh, how full and juicy they’d be then..leaking that sweet milk. That’s when he’d hone in on rubbing your nipples with his opposite hand; stimulating each one with constant friction. It felt so fucking good, you had to all but bolt yourself to the couch as to not shoot up. But what he did notice was how tightly you were contracting and he knew that you were experiencing something euphoric:

“Aww, my baby’s about to come just from getting her nipples sucked..so cute. Your first time having that happen, huh sweetheart?”

“Y-yes! I love it so much!..”

chest heaving and crying ensued as you felt you were nearing that inevitable climax. Your eyes would cross once more before he’d pull you by your chin to face him. His digits began to pump a little faster, reaching that spot..as always, he’d hold your hand and talk you through that nut. “Good..that’s all I want to hear, baby. All I want to hear. Now come..let it allll out.” And you didn’t hesitate, letting that building pressure release in a stream of squirt..one that shot all the way up his arm and bare chest. He was so amazed at how that pussy responded to him. Shaking and gasping, (y/n) clutched his forearm and rode out that orgasm on his fingers. He’d quickly adjust to place a soft peck to your temple and rub your face to ensure you were alright.

“I-I came so hard!…so-sorryyy.”

“Aww, don’t apologize. You were perfect, baby..daddy loves when you come so hard for him..” making you melt within his grasp; letting you bury your face into his chest. He understood your body to a science and he’d spend every second worshiping you. So as long as you let him have his fun..doing everything to keep you satisfied and make that beautiful body tick.

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sassylegshayne · 1 year

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support your local caffeine dealer chapter nine

okay, this is the final chapter of sylcd and it is SMUT SO MINORS DNI. please do not worry about reading this part if you don't want to, they fuck and that's basically it. I made sure to start their relationship in chapter eight that way this didn't affect the way this story is told.

anyways 2.8k words, SMUT with little plot, and again, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. and wrap it before you tap it, they don't in this story bc idc but enjoy mwah xx

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Another weekend passed, the two of you finding yourselves in good company as you splashed around Kimmy's pool, snacks and drinks flowing.

Shayne couldn't keep his hands off of you, even months after the two of you had become official; he was taking every opportunity to make up for lost time.

This was made apparent as you stood chatting with Damien, strong arms wrapping around your waist as Shayne rested his head on your shoulder, his lips pressed to your cheek.

You felt your heart flutter as you rested your hands atop his, enjoying your boyfriend and his best friends company. Courtney called out to you, inviting you to join her in a game with a few others. You excused yourself as you slipped from Shayne's embrace, his hand sneaking into your back pocket as he tugs you back to him.

You giggle, placing a peck on his lips before you wandered off. Shayne finally tore his eyes from you, turning to see Damien with a massive grin.

"I'm so proud of you dude. Yall are gross and feel like l'm gonna puke, but you two look really happy together."

Shayne felt the blush creep across his cheeks as he shrugged. Shayne was so fucking happy with you. He thought he was gonna pass out earlier in the month when you asked him to help you pick out a cat from the shelter. You called him after your opening shift one day, bringing up the idea, insisting he had to join you in the endeavor.

"The cat is gonna be around you all the time, Shayne, you guys have to get along." He could practically hear your pout as he remembered your argument to him. He almost found himself saying those three little words before he agreed.

Now you both had two tabby kittens from the same litter terrorizing your respective apartments.

The two of your kept your normal routine, seeing him every morning you worked and again, occasionally, in the afternoon for lunch. If times lined up, Shayne would pick you up, taking you out to eat after your shifts. You alternated movie nights, staying up late and talking about nothing while cuddled together your couches.

He didn't think he'd get here, to the point of being with you, being able to call you his. The boys quickly joined lan and Spencer in a contest for the biggest splash. When Shayne's turn arrived, he shot you a wink, proclaiming his win was for you.

He got a head start, jumping into the pool with a cannonball. He swam to the side, pulling himself out as he shook his hair dry. You grinned, cheering and clapping with the others.

"That's my man!" You called out, winking at Shayne as his heart began to race.

Your man.

My man.

The words echoed through his mind on repeat as he joined you, positioning himself behind you on the lounge chair, his legs on either side of yours.

Shayne let his lips ghost softly over the skin of your exposed shoulder, your hair now tugged up into a bun. The two of you laid back, your head resting back on his chest as you chatted with your friends.

Thankfully, no one quite noticed as the two of you had mentally checked out of the conversation.

You couldn't focus anymore as Shayne's wandering hands rubbed lightly at the skin of your hips, his fingers playing aimlessly with the strings of your bathing suit bottoms. You let your hands fall to his strong thighs, fingers tracing his muscles, the smooth skin warm and sunkissed.

You pushed gently at Shayne's hands as you sat up, feeling them rest gently on your bum. He gave your ass a playful squeeze before you stood, stretching.

You yawned, excusing yourself and Shayne, claiming you had an early shift the next day. A small smirk graced your boyfriend's sealed lips. You were off tomorrow and something in your eyes told him that he wouldn't be dropping you off at your place.

The two of you said your rounds of goodbyes, gathering your discarded clothes before making a quick exit, Shayne's hand tangled with yours as you headed to the car.

"You're a terrible person, lying to all of your friends like that." Shayne quipped as he put on his seatbelt, chuckling.

You leaned across the center console, guiding him toward you as you spoke softly, face inches from his.

"What they don't know can't hurt them, Shayne. I want to be alone with you as soon as possible and that is all your fault, sir." You grinned, your lips finally meeting his. The twWo of you moved in sync, lips slotted together perfectly as the kiss deepened, your hands gripping at Shayne's shirt.

He slowly pulls away, punctuating with a few small pecks before he shoots you a lazy grin.

"Back to yours, babe?"

Shayne's hands gripped at you, his nails leaving small scratches upon the soft skin of your hips, his hands trailing under your shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up.

He breaks your heated kiss, barely getting your shirt over you head before his lips were on yours once more.

Your hands splayed across his bare chest, having undone the buttons of his hawaiian shirt on the drive home. Your heart was pounding so fast you could've sworn he would hear it.

You whined, pulling away slowly, tugging Shayne's bottom lip between your teeth, before pointing towards your froon door.

He huffed, taking the hint before he quickly locked the door, upset he was losing out on time he could be spending exploring your body.

Shayne was quick to turn to you, his lips were a bit swollen, his hair now a chlorine scented mess, sticking out in all directions, and he was barely even considered dressed. His bathing suit bottoms sat low on his hips as he moved back toward you.

You felt weak in the knees at the sight before you, shamelessly letting your eyes rake over him body, a small moan escaping you.

He chuckled, cupping your face gently, placing his lips on your's again. He let his other hand slide down your side, cupping the back of your thigh, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist.

Shayne lifts you with little effort, a small gasp escaping you, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss. He moves the two of you down the hall quickly, pressing your back to the bedroom door after he kicked it shut behind you.

You hands tangled into Shayne's hair, tugging and whining as he trails his lips down your neck, suckling faint bruises into your skin. He groaned softly as his hands slid behind your back, fumbling a bit as he pulled at the strings of your bikini top, the fabric sliding to the floor.

Shayne couldn't hold back the grin he shot you, dreaming of having you just like this, but he always thought it was just out of his grasp. He moved you to the mattress, laying you on your back as your nipples pebbled from the cold air.

You felt your cheeks heating up as Shayne's eyes roamed your body, knowing his routine by now.

Shayne loves to let his eyes trace every detail of your body, his lip pulled between his teeth before he smiles brightly at you.

He can't help but take his time to admire you, to show you just how much he loves you without words, and this just might be his favorite way to do that.

His hands cupped your breasts softly, slowly moving them downward, gripping the edge of your pants in his fingertips.

You melt as he looks to you with brows raised, asking for your permission before he tugs your last covering off, laying bare for him as your bottoms and shorts hit his bedroom floor.

Shayne's mind and heart were racing as he let out a soft groan, drinking in the sight before him. He lets his hands wander, taking notice of every small noise you let out, every small twitch.

Shayne loved pleasing you, that you both knew. He'd even gotten off on making you come quite a few times now.

He removed his shirt, sliding himself down between your thighs.

He'd even gotten off on making you cum a few He looked up to you again, a soft smile on his lips as his face stilled just inches from where you wanted him the most. You whine and pout, huffing softly.

"You okay?" Shayne spoke softly, his hands finally resting on your thighs, massaging your skin with his thumbs as he moves them over his shoulders.

You nod eagerly, opening your mouth to protest.

"Shayne, please just.." You trail off, your head pressing back into the mattress as his warm tongue licks a trail between your lips, the butterflies in your stomach going insane. One hand tangled into his hair, while the other gripped the sheets desperately as he began a routine of slow, agonizing laps at your juices, Shayne savoring every call of his name that rang from your lips.

You couldn't help the mumbled begging you were doing.

"Shayne, please just.. yes.. please, fuck, yes.. right there, oh my god, Shayne!" You cried out as he switched his pace, his lips around your clit, suckling at the bundle of nerves.

Shayne felt like he was dripping sweat, his heart pounding as he sat between your thighs, savoring your taste.

He fucking loved how you tasted. It wasn't anything sweet or anything unpleasant like nost people tended to describe it as.You tasted like pussy and he loved it.

He knew now that he could die a happy man, buried between your thighs for the rest of his days.

Shayne knew he'd done something right when he felt you tense, his hand splayed across your stomach, pressing you into the mattress; he knew youd came, but that didn't mean he was done.

You couldn't hold it any longer, stars blurring your vision as you squeezed your eyes shut, a chorus of Shayne's name spilled from your lips as you came.

You'd never been that easy to get before, and you hadn't come from just oral in a very long time. Shayne took you by surprise in multiple ways today.

After cleaning up his mess, Shayne slid up, hovering over you as he pressed a few kisses to your jaw.

"You taste so good..." Shayne groaned, his nervousness pushed aside by the pure joy he'd been given.

You felt a shiver roll down your spine as you slowly raked your nails down his back. Shayne finally met your eyes, a grin slowly spreading across your face as you cup his cheeks.

"Shayne." You placed a soft, slow kiss to his lips before you pulled away. "Please fuck me."

The sickeningly sweet smile accompanying your filthy words drove him more insane than he could've imagined.

He placed his lips to yours feverishly, desperate to wipe the smile from your face. He pulled away slowly just as he felt you tug at his hair, knowing he was leaving you on the edge, again. Shayne kept his eyes on yours as he stood at the bedside.

You shuffled, resting up on your elbows as he placed his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear.

You were shameless, you eyes raking over his defined chest and abs before your eyes followed the trail of hair downward.

A small moan left you as your eyes followed the falling of his shorts as they hit the floor, then back up again.

Shayne tried his best not to let it go to his head, but he loved the look in your eyes each time you saw him like this, no matter how often that may be.

You couldn't stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together at just the sight of him.

"C'mon, don't get shy now, you always have something smart to say." Shayne chuckled as he crawled back on to the mattress, resuming his previous position. He sat back a bit, lining himself up with you.

You both moaned quietly as Shayne pushed himself into you. You almost had to admire just how well he fit you as you took a few seconds to adjust.

Shayne started off slowly, letting his lips feel every curve of your body that he possibly could, his hands touching every part that his lips couldn't reach.

A mixture of your moans echoed off the walls as your nails dug softly into Shayne's shoulders, your lips trailing his jaw. It seemed like Shayne knew things about your body that you didn't even know as he moved perfectly, making you melt as his hand slid down.

His hand pressed against your hip, stilling your movements, as he crashed his lips to yours, muffling your sounds as they grow louder. Shayne circles his thumb over your clit, your lips and tongues tangling as you moan into the kiss, your walls tightening around him.

Eventually Shayne gave in to his want, a soft moan of your name escaping him as he lifted you legs, setting them over his shoulder.

You gasp, causing him to still as he looks to you, about to to question if you were okay before the most beautiful sound hit his ears.

You moan, loudly, almost seeming unashamed, his name falling from your lips like a mantra. The new angle brought pleasures you never could've expected.

Shayne's eyes widened at your sound, leaning forward as he spoke softly, rolling his hips a bit, another moan leaving your lips.

"Y/N." Shayne began, his tone warning you enough already. "I have neighbors, baby." He chuckled a bit as your cheeks burned.

Shayne gripped your thighs gently, his nails leaving small marks on your skin as he presses himself into you once more. You squeezed your eyes shut, gasping in pleasure as you suppresseda moan. Shayne felt like he was going to explode at the sight before him.

It pushed him a bit further, his pace quickening as he moaned softly, his hands gripping at your waist.

You felt yourself reaching the edge again as you looked to Shayne, following his eyes downward as he watched himself fuck you.

Your walls fluttered as you let go, a loud moan of his name leaving you as you came around im. You felt Shayne tense, his hands gripping at the mattress beside your head as he came, your name spilling from his lips like music to your ears.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment or two, catching your breaths before Shayne pulled out and lowered your legs, resting them on the mattress.

Shayne grinned at you before leaning down, your sweaty foreheads pressed together.

"We should stretch before we fuck next time, we're too old for that stuff." You chuckled, pressing your lips to his. Shayne pouted softly as he got up, heading into your bathroom.

"Are your legs sore, love?" Shayne laughed as he turned on the shower, warming the water before he headed back in to you.

You laid on your side, checking your phone when he entered.

Shayne grinned, biting his lip before he scooped you up, pressing his lips to every bit of your face.

He almost said it, he wanted to say it so badly.

But he settled for a different time, he'd tell you eventually.

The two of you shared a slow, lazy shower, enjoying the quiet time together before drying off and dressing.

You wandered into your kitchen after him, dressed in a pair of his sweats he'd left and one of his many pizza place shirts.

Shayne wanted this moment engraved into his brain. This was everything he ever wanted and he never would've guessed he'd be here. He was quick to pull you into his arms as soon as you were within reach. The two of you stood at the fridge, Shayne's arms wrapped around your waist.

"Alright, I am out of pretty much everything, so.. cereal?" You grinned, looking to him with your brows raised.

He finally said it. He couldn't stop himself, the thought nagging him more and more the longer he ignored it.

So when the two of you began playing some video games, Mario Kart was apparently the wrong choice.

The both of you became playfully competitive, shoving, calling names and yelling at each other. After a few rounds of some different games that always ended the same, no matter who won, the two of you decided on another bowl of cereal.

You tilted your head a bit as Shayne told you a story about Spencer's last birthday, bringing up his infamous screaming.

"How loud can you scream? You measured it before, didn't you?" You questioned before taking another bite. You had heard Shayne's screaming quite a few times, but you couldn't tell if you've heard just how loud he can get.

A quick scream catches you off guard, your hand covering your mouth as you almost spew your cereal. Shayne can't help but cackle, surprising himself.

"l'm sorry!" He was quick to defend himself before his laughter. "I really only do that in the studio, and that's where my screaming gets brought up the most, so, yanno, just a habit to.. scream."

Shayne trails off, doubling over in laughter as you shake your head. The two of you get lost in a fit of giggles together before you eventually calm, taking a few breaths.

"I know you said that you only do that in the studio but better hear that in bed next time." You laughed, giving your boyfriend a wink.

"I love you."

He spoke, his laughter never faltering as he gave in, knowing that the timing might not be perfect but that it would be perfect for you two. He was right, this was a weird time, but it felt right.

"I love you too."

Your cheeks were bright pink as your heart fluttered, your lip tucked between your teeth as you admired Shayne. Your heart had never felt so full of love.

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moqi2004 · 3 months

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Omgomg I need to see Dalv being introduced to Starlo's family

Hi! Sorry for how long this took! I wrote about 400 words last Wednesday and couldn't get myself to write more, and I was busy after that. It's done now though, and I hope you enjoy! I will tell you that on the proofread, I screamed to myself saying "THEY'RE GAY" multiple times out loud.

And to the anon who more recently asked for this same thing, you get your wish early :) congrats!

Family Introductions

Words: 1530

Cross-Posted on Ao3

Tags: implied past Staroba (one sided), family interactions, fluff, self-consciousness, anxiety, family teasing, sugary sweet, reassurances, Starlo being a proud boyfriend.

Summary: Starlo takes Dalv to meet his family in Sunnyside Farm. Dalv is understandably nervous about this. He finds that he has nothing to worry about.

Fic under the cut. Enjoy :)

Dalv’s first time in the Wild East had been the most fun he’s ever had. At first, the heat had been difficult to deal with, and the grains of sand loitering around within his shoes were almost unbearable. Luckily for him, his boyfriend was there. Starlo had offered to carry his cloak while they walked, which Dalv was quite happy to let him do. He also rolled up the sleeves on his shirt, attempting to cool down his body as much as possible. It didn’t take Dalv long to notice that Starlo was staring at him, eyes widened and face slightly flushed. Dalv bashfully held back from bringing it up.

He made a mental note of the reaction regardless.

The Wild East itself was a quaint little tourism spot with limited technology. Dalv noticed that most shopping and general commerce was done in Oasis Valley just west of there, while classic Dunes entertainment was celebrated right here. With a rustic tavern and even a jail (for show, thankfully), the place felt like it had jumped right out of a children’s tale! The aesthetic and charm quickly drew Dalv in, allowing to forget about the unbearable heat for just a moment.

Having the opportunity to meet all of Starlo’s friends was truly a blessing for him. After saying a quick hello to Ceroba, who he had kept in close contact with after she visited him in Snowdin with a box full of corn, he was introduced to The Feisty Four. They were all a joy to get to know. Dalv was content to sit and watch as Ed and Moray teased and bantered with Starlo, Ace staying back with him to make sure he was comfortable. Dalv had to reassure Ace a couple of times that he didn’t feel like he was being dragged around or forced into goofing with the posse. Star did have to stop Mooch from looting Dalv’s person a couple of times.

The two of them didn’t linger for very long, however. While Starlo did consider his posse as a second family, the real reason the two came all this way was so Dalv could visit Starlo’s family. As the two walked past Blackjack’s and out of town, Dalv couldn’t ignore how his heart began to race and his mind began to panic. What if Star’s family didn’t approve of their relationship? What if they didn’t like him? What would he do if things went wrong? Would he and Star have to…?

“Hey, Dal? You doin’ okay? Yer shakin’ a bit…”

Dalv’s attention quickly snapped towards Starlo. In his thoughts he had failed to notice that they had stopped walking, the pair’s hands carefully intertwined. Starlo could probably feel just how sweaty Dalv’s palm was starting to become.

“Uh- I’m…”

Dalv wanted to tell Starlo that everything was okay…

He knew that would help nothing.

“I’m worried… I don’t really know if your family will like me…”

“Dal…” Starlo reached towards him with his free hand and rested it against his cheek, “I know my Ma and Pa will love ya. With a huge heart like yers, I know they’ll see ya for the monster I love. Heck, with the dedication to yer work and experience growin’ corn yerself, I’m sure even Orion will get along with ya! All you need to do is be the vampire I fell in love with.”

“But what if they hate me-”

“If they hate ya I’ll drag ya outta there and shower ya with all the kind words ya deserve t’hear.”

“So you won’t… Leave?”

“Of course not, darlin’... Never.”

Starlo leant forwards and pressed a delicate, reassuring kiss to Dalv’s forehead. Dalv allowed his shoulders to relax and nestled himself within his boyfriend’s arms. Star returned the hug eagerly, pressing a couple more light kisses to his horns. Dalv was unsure why he was so apprehensive in the first place. He had Starlo, after all. He knew the Sheriff was a noble and kind soul. He was ashamed to even think that he considered Star leaving him because of his family’s reactions.

“So, uh,” Starlo spoke up, the two still embraced, “you still ‘aight to do this?”

“Of course,” Dalv broke away with a warm smile, “lead the way.”

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Dalv was certain he had stepped into his own personal heaven. He knew that was probably a little sad, calling a corn farm the equivalent of paradise, but he truly couldn’t help it! The farm was a quaint little area with a corn field bigger than what Dalv could ever grow back in The Ruins. A cute, cobbled path and a little white house completed the homely feel that Sunnyside Farm radiated so strongly. Nearby, a four-pointed star in messy overalls and a plaid shirt was tending to the crops. Star momentarily glanced towards Dalv before waving.

“HEYYY, ORION!” he yelled, causing Dalv to jump a little.

The star turned around, eyebrow raised and lips drawn in a line of mild annoyance. He then caught sight of Dalv, who squeezed Starlo’s hand for support as the two were approached.

“Starlo,” Orion briefly regarded, “who’s this?”

“Right!” Starlo moved his hand from Dalv’s to wrap his arm around his shoulder, “Orion, this is Dalv, my partner! Dalv, this is Orion, my brother!”

“H-Hello there,” Dalv held out his hand for Orion to shake, "It's, uh, nice to meet you. This farm looks so well maintained, you must do an excellent job keeping the crops at this quality. I struggled to grow my own in The Ruins because of the lighting conditions and drab environment, but I found that with enough love and care the stalks can still grow to be incredibly strong and durable. It really portrays the… Strength of the… Plant…”

Dalv trailed off, eyes wide. Oh no, he’d been caught corn rambling! How could he let himself do that??? He focused back on reality when he felt his outstretched hand move up and down.

“You managed to grow corn in a place like that?” Orion asked, letting go of Dalv’s hand.

“Yea, he did!” Starlo chimed in, looking at Dalv with the proudest expression, “really impressive stuff, too! I’ve seen it myself!”

“Ah, it’s nothing that impressive-” Dalv began.

“Starlo!”

The three turned at the call of Star’s name. A sun monster and a moon monster walked down the steps of the house’s front porch. Starlo happily waved to the both of them, Dalv looking at him and then giving a small, shy wave of his own. When the two approached, the moon wrapped Starlo into a hug, which he seemed content with accepting. The sun monster came over to jostle the hat on Star’s head, as if ruffling the hair he didn’t have. The two then regarded Dalv, who Star was eager to introduce.

“Ma, Pa, this is Dalv! He’s, uh…” Star flushed a light pink, “he’s my partner.”

The two simultaneously looked to Dalv, who willed himself not to shrink backwards at the attention. He’d done many organ concerts at this point, but the stage fright from that could barely compare to the anxiety he felt at this moment. He steeled his mind. Please don’t hate me please don’t hate me please-

Dalv feels his hands being held. It felt different to Starlo’s hands-

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Dalv,” the moon monster smiled sweetly, holding both of his hands within her own, “my name is Crestina. I’m Starlo’s Mother. Thank you so much for being there for my little boy.”

“Ma, please…”

“Oh, it’s no problem at all, miss,” Dalv beamed.

“My name’s Solomon,” the sun monster added, “and truly, I’m glad Starlo finally found someone else after all these years. I thought that after Ceroba, he’d-”

“Pa, come on!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Solomon let out a hearty laugh.

“Don’t pay them no mind, Dal, I beg of ya…”

“Don’t worry, Star” Dalv looked at his boyfriend.

Dalv wasn’t sure what came over him after that. He just… Spoke.

“Honestly, I should be thanking all of you,” he began, “thank you for raising Star. I’m so happy I was able to meet him. He’s the kind of monster who can make any situation fun; who can bring joy everywhere he goes. He’s just so… Warm. So much so that I feel that same warmth whenever I’m with him. He’s supportive of me and my art, he’s amazing to talk to, and the only person I can think of spending all my time with… I couldn’t imagine life as it was before I met him… So thank you for having me, and uh, hopefully I can be the monster to stay by your son’s side.”

Dalv turned to Starlo, who’s face was a glowing scarlet. His jaw hung slack and his eyes were blown wide under his hat.

“He’s perfect,” Crestina whispered to herself.

“Huh?” Dalv looked towards her, hands still within hers.

“Come with me, Dalv,” Crestina began to walk, gently guiding Dalv along with her, “I simply must show you our family photo album. I can assure you, my Starlight was an absolute treasure growing up-”

“MA!”

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#corn yaoi #uty dalv #uty starlo #uty north star #darlo #undertale yellow #writing requests

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sunandflame · 8 months

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Flame and Water, Chapter 13

Ship & Trope: Kyojuro x Fem!Reader (Water Pillars Tsuguko) / Slowburn

Warnings: fluff / canon-type stuff / nsfw

Word Count: 4497 Words

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Weeks had passed and as cheesy as it might sound, you were on cloud nine not able to take your eyes off each other. The other was always present, whether mentally or physically. Your time together was one of the most beautiful moments in your life, always present with each other, whether mentally or physically, and it was so unreal how each day could be better than the day before. You made the best of it knowing about the life of a Slayer and how quickly it could end. Which was why the decision to become Kyojuro’s Tsugoku was easy for you to decide. To make it official, you both sent your Kasugai crows, Shimizu and Kaname, to Giyuu and Ubuyashiki, respectively, to inform them. Ubuyashiki approved the joint missions and thus the time together.

So it surprised you that such an introverted person that you were, was perfectly fine with spending 24/7 with such an energetic and extroverted person. It should exhaust you, but you enjoyed the time with him and were happier than ever. You were thankful that you now knew everything about your past, even if meeting Shinjuro ended in chaos, because now you were able to handle your fear of flames better than before.

In your training sessions, it didn't count that you were together. The training with Kyojuro continued to stay hard and your teacher, and boyfriend, was merciless as usual. You could really see and feel the results and one day it finally happened. You managed to use the flame breathing. You cried out in surprise at your first success, just to drop your bokken to jump into Kyojuro's arms, beaming with joy. It was a big success for you and also for him a dream come true. The dream of a Tsuguko who could use flame breathing. But neglecting water breathing was out of the question for you as it was a crucial part of your being. You would learn to use both of them in combination and you did after endless hours of training. Flame and water were now in harmony.

"If you keep it up like that you'll surpass me, my water lily! Or should I call you now my little flame?" He laughed when he stepped towards you to give you a kiss on your temple.

"I will never be able to surpass you, since you are my eternal flame." You surprised him with a kiss on his lips before giggling and pulling away so you both could continue with the training.

Water lily was a term of endearment that he came up with during a little picnic at a nearby lake to the Rengoku estate. Senjuro was there too and the boy seemed really attached to you. You couldn't blame him since you were the first female role model in his life and he was still so young and innocent. The food was delicious and the conversation delightful. Kyojuro fished a water lily out of the lake to put the flower in your hair and then gently caressed your cheek. "You are as beautiful and pure as this water lily..." Words he whispered into your ear before giving you a soft kiss on the ear.

Senjuro had watched the interaction between the both of you with bright eyes. "I know I have no recollection of mother, but you two give me hope that mother and father were just as loving towards each other."

You and Kyojuro locked eyes just before turning to Senjuro. You didn't know much about Ruka because Kyojuro didn't talk much about her. Except that she was the one who taught him her strong morals. You admired the woman who made Kyojuro the man you love so much today and at the same time you were sad that you would never have the opportunity to get to know her.

Kyojuro turned away from you to turn towards Senjuro, taking his small hands in his big calloused ones. "Father and mother loved each other very much, which is also the reason for father's long-lasting grief."

Kyojuro's words gave you something to think about and you slowly came to understand the bitter man you hadn't seen anymore after the one confrontation. His love for his wife must have been so strong that he had to numb the pain of her loss with alcohol. Unfortunately, alcohol changes people for the worse. Your thoughts were interrupted by Kyojuro's next words. "I know you were too young when your mother died, but if you want to imagine her, watch Y/N. She is just as wise, gentle and graceful as mother was." He turned his face to you and gave you a soft smile.

Senjuro's eyes radiated a childish delight as his gaze darted back and forth between you and his brother. "You have no idea how happy that makes me, Aniue. That Y/N is now part of our family too, as a big sister." Big tears rolled down his cheeks and you too felt the tears dwelling at the corner of your eyes.

You moved up to the two boys and hugged them lovingly like a mother would. "Yes, we will always stay together..."

So the nickname Water Lily not only stood for the love Kyojuro had for you, but also for the new and fresh family bond that had also developed between the three of you. You held it and the meaning behind it dear to you because it was full of love and affection.

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Kyojuro brought out the best in you and thanks to him you became more open and no longer afraid to express your feelings without fear of being judged for it. He always gave you the feeling as you were the most special thing in this world. He had influenced you, but your nature also influenced him. He allowed himself to be sad every now and then, and talk about the things he couldn't even think about. It was as if fire and water complemented each other and made the most of their properties. You were like Yin and Yang. You couldn't do it without each other and you were also a very good team in combat.

So it wasn't difficult to kill this one strong demon that was raging in Kyojuro's area. Nevertheless, both of you were too exhausted to start the return journey immediately. So you entered a hostel that immediately recognized you as the people, who had rescued them, and gave you the best room with a private onsen for free. It was too much of a thank you, but you didn't want to be so rude as to refuse the gift and a hot bath sounded just so good in both your ears.

It was a beautiful room and you couldn't decide what you wanted to see first. So you didn’t even notice how your loving but impatient boyfriend had taken off his clothes. With a wrapped towel around his waist, he pushed the door aside that headed towards the onsen.

Your cheeks turned red as you took in your boyfriend's muscular and broad back. He turned his head slightly towards you with a wide grin, not knowing what the sight of his body was doing to you. "Hope it's okay if I use the onsen first, I will hurry up so you can have it for you the whole evening!"

Your heart was in your mouth and you first had to sit down on the large bed of the room. You spent a lot of time together and when you slept you both usually shared a futon to lay in each other's arms, but you were always fully dressed and there were never indecent thoughts about it. That had now changed in one fell swoop. Your mind was now filled with suggestive images and you tried to control the flush on your face and your heart that was beating wildly in your chest. Suggestive images of naked limbs entwined together in an inappropriate way when suddenly the color drained from your face as you remembered how your own body looked like.

He was so handsome and you were just - damaged. Filled with scars and hideous burns. Kyojuro would never find you desirable. Those were the thoughts you told yourself and yet you couldn't help but think of what you just had seen. Even if you had only caught a glimpse, you had seen his scars and scratches, and there were a great number of them.

This was probably the toll of being a hashira. Then why were you so consumed by self-doubt and self-hatred? Kyojuro would never bully you about your scars or say anything about them. Still, there was the fear, the fear of seeing disgust or something else in his eyes.

You shook off any doubts and undressed yourself, not waiting any longer. Covered with a thin towel you stepped onto the cold stone outdoors with your bare feet. As quiet as your steps were, Kyojuro noticed your presence immediately and turned to you with a wide grin, only to be speechless the next moment.

“I hope it's okay if I join you?” The Flame Hashira was still speechless and could only nod. His face and body had turned red and you weren't sure if it was because of the hot water. You still feigned confidence, but on the inside, your nerves were stretched to the breaking point. You slid the towel along your curves to the floor and used your toes to feel the heat of the water, only the next moment to slowly immerse yourself until your breasts and entire lower body were covered under the water.

There was a short, awkward silence where you both didn't dare to look at each other. Too embarrassed of this new situation you forced on the both of you. You were about to open your mouth to say something when he opened his mouth too. Both of you immediately closed your mouth to let the other finish, but now you were lulled into silence again.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so impatient. I'll wait for you to finish-"

"No!" You were already standing up with your upper body. Kyojuro's eyes fell on your breasts and his cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. "No, please don't go!" And so you sank back into the water and silence surrounded you and no sight of relaxation. Only this time Kyojuro dared to stare at you.

"Kyojuro... You are staring..." you began to whisper, cheeks flushed.

“I am sorry- I just can’t keep my eyes from you.”

The smile on your lips turned bitter, because you knew exactly why he was staring. It was the same reason why you wanted to avoid it. “I know I look hide-”

"- beautiful..." He didn’t let you finish the word, knowing what you wanted to say. He looked at you so sincerely, so full of desperate love. "Can I come closer...?" He was so careful and gentle with his question that it brought tears to your eyes.

You nodded slightly. “You never have to ask.” He slowly approached you, just to take your face in his hand and kiss you on the lips.

It was a soft and tender kiss and you both sighed into the kiss before breaking and leaning your foreheads against each other. His gaze wandered to your left shoulder where the brand mark started. It went over your left arm to your elbow. Your right side and breasts were unharmed but not the right part of your stomach - it went over to your back which was completely scarred, like your left leg.

With cautious fingers he ran down your shoulder to your arm, fascinated by the different texture of the skin. Kyojuro looked worried. "I'm not hurting you, right?" He'd stopped immediately when he thought about the possibility of hurting you.

You shook your head. "No.."

“Do they still hurt?” There was no pity in his voice, only concern and curiosity. His hand stroked your skin again and you slowly dared to touch him too. Your hand ran down his strong shoulders along his arms where you felt the strong biceps. You felt his tremble and saw how he enjoyed it, which is why you didn't stop.

“It did hurt in the past. Sometimes it still does, especially when I feel stressed or troubled. Then the skin feels tight. Especially the back, that’s where it's the worst.”

He looked at you with an undefined look. "May I...?"

You just nodded wordlessly and turned around, taking your hair and draping it over your shoulder.

You waited patiently, letting him take in the image of your scarred back, knowing it wasn't something he saw every day probably. You were about to say something when you suddenly felt the searing heat of his lips on your back. A shudder ran down your spine and you tried to stifle the whimper that came out of your mouth. Especially when you felt his hands on your waist, holding you steady while his mouth worked up along your spine only to stop at your neck and take a deep breath. "Your scent... It's so intoxicating to me. Sweeter than any sweet potato..." he chuckled before sinking his face back into the hollow between your neck and shoulder and nibbled at the skin. His hands had meanwhile wandered higher up to your breasts. Your whimper turned to a moan as you felt his large calloused hand slowly and deliberately kneading your breasts.

"I can stop anytime…” Kyojuro groaned more than talked and you could hear the desire in his voice. With what kind of self-control would he stop now? It all felt way too good, you just wanted to look at him. As if he had read your mind, he turned you around and grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you so hard that you couldn't breathe.

“Are you sure you are able to stop anytime?” Your both foreheads touched each other while gasping for air. There was a teasing undertone in your voice and while you both took a breath your hands were not able to keep still. Your hands caressed along his big muscular chest, that he seems to hide well while under the slayer uniform. You've never felt anything like desire for another person, but the sight of him made your mouth water. And before you could even think your lips were on his skin, kissing and nibbling along his pec. You heard a hiss coming out between his teeth and you immediately stopped to look up.

His face was red, but not in pain. “If you keep teasing me like this, then I can’t guarantee anything, my water lily.”

“Oh- Was it too much?” You immediately pulled your hands away and stepped back. That means you wanted to step back, but he immediately had his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“No, please don’t stop touching me…” You looked up at him and realized something. Namely that Kyojuro was apparently touch-starved. It made sense when you consider how he was raised. So it was not really a surprise.

“I won’t…” you smiled and laid your hands on his face, pulling him down for a deep kiss.

At one point Kyojuro had carried you from the onsen to the bed. You kept your promise and your hands did not leave his body, touching everywhere where you could reach. You lay there entwined and he worshiped every part of your body, from head to toe. Praising them with words and kisses to let you know how much he loved you.

"I never did this with anyone else before. I should feel nervous and unsure, but with you it just feels right. It seems like my body and soul knows what to do.” And he was right. You didn’t feel nervous even though it was the first time for both of you. You both just let your feelings and your love guide you. Now and then there were moments when you both had to laugh about some mishaps, but it brought you both only closer.

There was a little bit of restraint at the beginning, but his kisses and words soothed the sharp quick pain. Your bodies were connected and it was like you both were one soul.

~~~

You lay exhausted on his chest, both of your hair were totally disheveled. It was good that you were both trained Slayers and had more stamina than normal people. So it was possible for both of you to get through 1-2 more rounds after getting a taste for how good sex really felt, but now you had reached your limit.

Your fingers drew lazy circles on his chest and surveyed all the small scars that adorned his body. For every scar there was a story he told you. It was exciting to listen to and it only made him more beautiful in your eyes. “How are those scars make you sexier while mine are just plain ugly. Though those old scars on my body are probably the only reminder to my past.”

"You are not your scars my love.”

“I know I just think I look hideous. How do you even still love me after seeing them?” You said it half-jokingly and laughed as you went, but one look at Kyojuro was enough to see that he didn't find it funny. His everlasting smile was gone. He grabbed your hand and kissed every fingertip.

“Never say something like this about yourself again. You are so beautiful, it frustrates me that you can’t see your own beauty. Y/N, look at me. Would you stop loving me if I lost an eye or adorn a huge scar on my torso?”

“Kyojuro don't say things like that! Of course I would! I- I am sorry... It's hard to let go of old habits. But I will try to see myself through your eyes.”

“I don’t ask for more.” You had looked into his eyes and saw his unconditional love for you. There was not a spark of doubt in it and as hot as the fire was, so was his love for you.

~~~

"Is this really the same person we met months ago? She seems so different so-"

"Kyaa! So adorable!" You heard the pink-haired girl squeak and interrupt the tall man who was the Sound Pillar.

“Y/N, you really seem like a different person. I am glad that you feel better.” Kocho gave you a soft smile.

“Who cares! Most important is if she can fight and not run away as soon as she sees Rengoku! Where is he actually?” Shinazugawa's gaze pierced you, but you just stared at him without moving.

“You are right. Was he not the one who called for this meeting?”

“Apologies for the delay! I had Senjuro wrap up some food for us as I have something important to announce!” Some rolled their eyes in exasperation until they heard his next words. “Y/N and I are getting married!” And left everyone flabbergasted. Your heart had already jumped up happily when he stood next to you and put his strong arm around your waist and gave you a kiss on the cheek in greeting.

After a brief silence of shock, you were immediately bombarded with questions. Kyojuro laughed, remaining vague on some of the answers and you started to blush under the sudden attention of them all.

Yes, your beloved Kyojuro didn't wait long to pop the question, adding that he didn't see the point of waiting long, since he already knew that you were the only person he would love in his life and that he wanted to grow old with you with a lot of children. You had laughed at the sudden change and about this wonderful fantasy of his that might come true in the future. With tears of happiness you agreed to his proposal and became his fiance.

All in all it was a beautiful day. The engagement of the two of you was celebrated with the food that Kyojuro brought, although some were reluctant to participate. But overall it was a nice distraction from the mundane of a Demon Slayer which was all about death and grief.

"So that's why you're Rengoku-san's Tsuguko?" Giyuu joined you, while you watched the love of your life laughing and talking to Tengen about something.

“No, not just because of that.” Your gaze wandered over to your old master. “He taught me to come out of myself. I am no longer haunted by the things that have happened to me. I am no longer ashamed that I am alive.”

"Yes, I see that. You look happier."

"I am," you gave him a soft smile. "Giyuu, you too deserve to be happy." No matter what the other Hashiras thought about the Water Pillar, he was still an important person to you, you might even say he was like an elder brother to you and he deserved to be freed from his personal demons. You wished for it with all your heart.

~~~

Days passed, missions were done together, until you sustained an injury. You had broken your arm and even more shameful was how it happened. It hadn't happened during a mission or during a brutal fight against a demon. No, it was a bright day when you and Kyojuro trained together. Senjuro had called you and that little moment of inattention had cost you.

Kyojuro didn't turn his head to him like you did, but attacked you with the bokken. In the corner of your eye you could still see the wooden sword coming towards you and you managed to dodge it, but it was so inelegant and so out of balance that you fell down on your right arm and broke it.

You were terribly embarrassed when Kyojuro panicked and carried you in his arms to the Butterfly Mansion, but you allowed it, even though you were able to walk. The arm was straightened and put in a cast and it was sweet to see how worried your fiancé was and yet you couldn't help but notice how nervous he was seeing you like this.

With your uninjured hand you took his and squeezed lightly. "Hey, I'm fine. Only, my sword arm is broken, which means we can't do any missions together right now."

"Yeah, I understand..." His voice was quiet, his face looked distant and now you were really worried. You put your hand on his cheek and brought him back to the here and now. "Sorry, my water lily... I was just thinking about my mother in her final days of sickness.”

“Oh Kyojuro…” You pulled him closer to you to give him a tight hug. “I am okay, it’s only broken. In a few weeks I will be okay. Look, in the meantime I can plan our wedding if you want, since I am not able to train much.”

"That sounds good." And there was his smile again that you loved so much.

Since it was not a complicated break, you could go right back with Kyojuro. He wanted to carry you in his arms again, but this time you firmly refused. You were too embarrassed as someone else might see it, and yet you found it incredibly sweet how he cared about you. Just like Senjuro who had apologized to you several times. You had to assure him that it wasn't his fault but just your carelessness.

You were pampered with your favorite food and everything else there was. A week passed before Kyojuro was called to a mission, alone without you.

“I don't like sending you alone on a mission, even though I know you'll come back to me safely.”

Your arm was still in a cast, making you ineligible for any missions. Your good hand smoothed his white haori over his shoulder before you rested your cheek against his chest, his strong arms holding you in a tight embrace while you listened to his strong and steady heartbeat.

Still in his embrace, Kyojuro looked down at you and gave you a soft smile. His calloused hand brushed against your cheek. You blinked slowly with a smile to indicate that you were okay, thanks to him. It was so easy to communicate with him without saying a word. It was as if an invisible and inseparable bond connected you. He leaned down, brought his face closer to yours to meet up your lips, sharing a long and passionate kiss that made you both flush in desire.

You bit your lip and looked up shyly. "Do you have to go immediately? Maybe we could- I mean who knows how many weeks this mission will take…”

You heard his low chuckle and felt his lips on your forehead. "If you knew how much I'd like to share the futon with you right now, but you know trains wait for no one."

~~~

The fight had been brutal and if there was any hope of victory, it was dashed when Akaza's arm pierced through his torso. But he was not saddened. Even though he hadn't managed to kill the demon, he had managed to keep everyone alive and safe and that was also a merit, right?

It was difficult for him to breathe with only one lung. The demon's arm had dissolved while he was saying his last words to the Kamado boy he had grown so fond of in such a short time.

“I want you to tell my little brother Senjuro to take the path that he thinks is right, to follow his heart. And tell my father to take care of himself…” He tried not to breathe too deeply and paused as his strength was slowly fading while pain in his chest was excruciating. "And please tell my Y/N not to grieve too much and to feel free to let me wait in the afterlife. I will be waiting for her." He was sad for the moment knowing how much his water lily will grieve for him, but he knows that she was strong.

He could feel the blood oozing and turning the ground around him red. He saw his mother once more before closing his eyes with a smile, before he woke up again with a loud gasp.

His face was panicked as the young history student clutched at his chest, feeling bewilderment over the dream of his death. He was sweating, and checked for his eye that had seemed to be smashed too.

Everything was still there.

He was healthy and alive, so why did he keep seeing those weird dreams of himself as a swordsman and his brutal death? And who was this Y/N he kept thinking of? Questions upon questions he couldn't answer in the middle of the night, only he knew that these dreams had a deeper meaning than they should have.

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*sighs* Damn that was hard... Even for me. This story means so much for me and I wanna thank everyone who was with me along this way. I wanna apologize to everyone too. I know that some of you might be mad at me, which is totally understandable, but please (!) stay tuned till the epilogue comes out which I will post in a few hours. Than you may understand why I chose this route.

Big thanks to my lovely friend @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi for beta reading and editing who thinks that I am the incarnation of evil for writing this. (I know you still love me.)

Also don't forget to check out the playlist I made for Flame and Water. It will set the mood for the epilogue

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this summer... | tbz lee jaehyun | hyunjae

» PAIRING: tbz lee jaehyun x fem reader » TROPE/AU: don't think there's a trope for this one 🤔 established relationship au! » GENRE: summer break, holiday with friends, boyfie hyunjae, hyunjae's cute curly hair makes an appearance!, very fluffy patient hyunjae, very cute hyunjae, comforting and lovely hyunjae, summer holiday cause we all deserve to rest, maybe around...4/5 comfort level (in my standards!), hyunjae tucks your hair behind your ears, reader blushes because of boyfie hyunjae, long-haired reader who uses her hair to hide from hyunjae, standing infront of the mirror together as you both face your insecurities (hyunjae is also taller than you) » WORD COUNT: 6384 » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~25 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): insecurities, weight and body image

repost for @deoboyznet's 📢❤️ first house event!

just went back and fixed up the grammar and writing mistakes (there were a lot, i don't know how i missed it 😭)

Summer holds a very soft, warm spot in your heart.

For one, it’s the way the season is conveniently placed in the middle of July to the end of August which is the best time to destress after almost half a year of studying your ass off.

Secondly, it’s the way that you would shout “cannonball!” whilst you and your friends linked hands and jumped into the backyard, outdoor swimming pool.

Thirdly, it’s the way that you can flexibly work your schedule for a short amount of time: waking up, sleeping whenever you want to, studying when you want to and hanging out with the same friends when you want to.

Fourthly, it’s the way that every single food tastes so much better in the sunny summer compared to other white winters, the sneezy spring and the awkward cold-but-not-too-cold autumn.

But it’s also the way that you met your boyfriend in this beautiful season two years ago when he transferred to your school, alongside the fact that he shyly (but confidently, at the same time) asked you to be his a year ago at your favourite beach. You remember the way his cheeks flush with surprise when he turns back upon Younghoon and Jacob’s mischievous giggles, telling him to turn back to see you stare at him in bewilderment. The truth was revealed later on that your friends plotted the confession, complaining about your blindness of the lovesick eyes that you both sent to each other yet doing nothing about it.

To celebrate your last high school summer break together, Jaehyun’s closest two friends, Younghoon and Jacob, would come together with your slightly bigger group to spend a little four-day, three-night getaway at Jeju Island.

All of you have been talking about this for ages and how it would be a fun treat for making it through the last decade of compulsory high school and to give an encouraging pump for the last half a year left before you all finally become adults and take your own pathways. You all saved money like crazy even when you all reached the budget that is needed (you never know what could happen!) and the exciting day finally starts off tomorrow with Jacob driving one car while Seoyoon drives the smaller 4-wheel drive. It’s a shame that they couldn’t find a single car for all six of them at a reasonable price but they are all thankful for the opportunity to even share these memories together.

“Are you all ready for tomorrow?” Your mum peaks in after she knocks on your bedroom door. She was just as excited as you are, seeing how much you worked so hard both at school and your efforts on saving money for the last three years, “Give this to Jaehyun for me as well.”

“Hm?” You took your eyes off your still messy luggage to see, what you assumed to be, a black leather jacket that was folded neatly with a red ribbon wrapped around it; don’t forget the simple small card with his name on it, slipped in the middle of the ribbon.

“It’s his birthday gift. It was his birthday recently, right?” Your mum’s considerate act made you smile brightly and you jumped up from your knees to give her a tight hug. With your arms around her neck and your neck on her shoulders, you squeal in happiness, “Okay, okay I get it, you love him very much.”

You jump, still in your mum’s arms with your head in the clouds as you picture your loving boyfriend that you will be able to spend time with nonstop for the next four days or so, “I really really do. He’s just so perfect, mum.”

“Yes, yes. I’ve heard this way too much. Now let go of me, child. You need to finish packing.” Your mum rolls her eyes playfully and you know there was a big smile plastered on her own face with the way her words were delivered so clearly.

“Okay, okay.” With a quick kiss on her cheek, your mum disappears to the other side of the door. You let out a sigh of happiness, putting Jaehyun’s gift next to your luggage as you imagined how cute, good, hot, handsom---

“Also,” You jump a bit, hands on your chest when your mum surprised you this time with no further notice of her presence, “stop stealing his clothes.” You just giggle guiltily as her uninteresting eyes direct themselves to your overfilled, messy closet, “One, you already have a lot. Two,” back to your giddy figure, “he’s going to go broke.”

The whole house was sleeping, recharging from their own personal tiring events from the day. You should probably be too as you’ve all planned quite an early morning to get the most out of your holiday together. Instead though, somewhere in the middle of your packing, you couldn’t help but call your boyfriend, “Can you…”

“Hm?” Jaehyun on the other side of the line was also about to call you earlier and his face lit up when your name popped up on his screen, the familiar and specific ringtone bouncing around his four walls excitedly, “What’s wrong?”

The both of them curled up in their own respective beds with hushed voices full of love and adoration. Their phones were near their own faces as they lay down on their side to face each other’s respective profile pictures on their phones. At first, they wanted to do a video call but Jaehyun adamantly refused as per experience, they would not be able to sleep until about an hour before they were supposed to wake up. As much as you both know that you (probably) shouldn’t be doing that during school times, sitting next to each other during recess and lunch, with your head resting on his shoulder and his on top of yours as you both tried desperately to recharge quickly for the next periods, you both concluded that those late night (early morning) talks have always been worth it.

“Can we just…not sleep tonight?” You offered, your cheeks red as you pulled your blanket further up your face to hide as if Jaehyun could see you over his phone, “And just talk?”

“You know we shouldn’t, bubs.” Jaehyun hums, whispering back to you softly, “Plus we will literally be together for four days.”

“Well,” You grumble, sighing out as you finally voice the rough mathematical sound in your head, “technically less because we won’t be in the same room and then after that, there will be toilet breaks and then we lose milliseconds when we blink our eyes and then we won’t be in the same car as well, which is a big deal and it’s ju---”

“Okay okay, so maybe it’s not for a full ninety-six hours.” Jaehyun’s amused chuckle made you softly smile again, closing your eyes to focus on his comforting voice, “But we should get to sleep now, hm? Let’s just keep the phone on, okay?”

“Ah! I forgot to tell you abou---”

“Bubs.” Jaehyun scolds you playfully. You could make out the grin on his face and the way his eyes form little crescent shapes as you just whine about not wanting to fall asleep yet, “Tell you what.”

“Hm?”

You make out the shuffles from the other side of the line, telling you that Jaehyun is getting into a more comfortable position. This made you kick your legs and squeal into the phone as you knew what he would say next. Jaehyun shakes his head at your obviously delighted response. He sits up on the bed, laying his back on the bed frame. With his phone on his lap, he continued to make his little ‘deal’, “I’ll sing and you sleep.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes but the tone of your voice gave away what you truly felt, “Night, Jae.”

“Goodnight, bubs.”

You woke up refreshed, the tune that Jaehyun sang to you last night replaying in your head. You forgot to charge your phone last night so when you said ‘good morning’ and didn’t receive a response back, you were worried that something happened to the other line. Quickly jumping out of bed to reach for your power bank and starting your phone up with a series of impatient ‘come on, come on’, you thought you could beat your boyfriend’s text first.

With a bear and a heart next to his name, your notification showed the ‘good morning, sleepyhead.’ and the ‘beat you to it first, bubs.’

You slap your forehead gently to scold yourself. Forgetting to charge your phone overnight during an overnight phone call isn’t new to you and you made a bet with Jaehyun that the next time it happens (which is, just then), you would be the first one to send him a ‘good morning’ text, beating his unbeatable strike of twenty-three.

“Well, that’s twenty-four now.” The heartwarming feeling spreads through your body again and the smallest things that Jaehyun did made you feel so loved that you felt that you were out of this world.

You plop back down on your bed, stretching your arms out to the ceiling with your phones in your hands as you watch the ‘ringing’ switch to a stopwatch to show the duration of the call, “You beat me.” Jaehyun chuckles through the speaker mode.

“Good morning to you too.” You see the request to turn the voice call into a video call and you pick it up immediately, “Ah, my girlfriend is so pretty in the morning.”

“Lee Jaehyun, stop.” You pull your hair over to hide your face, peeking through the gaps to see him blow a kiss at you. You blew one back, your cheeks still flaring red and warm, “If I look pretty then you’re a masterpiece.”

“As if.” With the new angle of the phone facing towards the ceiling, you observed the way that your boyfriend enters a new room, turning on the lights to start his morning routine. Jaehyun puts his phone against his bathroom mirror but due to his height and the lower table, you can no longer see his face. But you didn’t need to see his face to know what he was going to do.

Your regular morning and night phone calls served as a kind of ‘get ready for’ something together and it also allowed you both to become more comfortable with each other during your first stages of dating. When you were just friends, these calls weren’t regular and only happened when you both needed to get something off your chests, or maybe rant about a nightmare that you had and needed some comfort. When you both started dating, it naturally became a regular thing you both indulged in, spending hours studying or watching movies together at night and spending your morning hours together before you hung up when you both were back to each other physically.

So you knew very well what Jaehyun was going to do when he let out a loud exhale and plugged his hair straighter into the power plug on the wall where the phone was near, “Straightening your hair?” You didn’t ask this question often. Most of the time you asked is either because you both weren’t currently talking or were too busy in your morning routines.

“Yeah.” He lets out a loud exhale and you observe how his chest leans forward toward the mirror, presumably to take a better look at a part of his hair that is already straightened, "Just…" another sigh, "yeah."

You nod at his words. Turning over to lay on your stomach to be in a more comfortable position, you just watch Jaehyun's arms moving left to right, up and down as he readjusts his hair with the help of his mirror. The series of 'tsk' from the other side of the line made your heart clench and you couldn't help but reassure him, your chin resting on your arm, "I love your curly hair, Jae."

You know how much Jaehyun gets insecure about his natural hair sometimes. The very first time you saw it was when you arrived at Jaehyun's house really early when you both were only friends. He opened the door for you to wait inside but due to his nervousness about unexpectedly having you over and walking to school with you for the first time, he forgot to finish his morning routine.

You remember greeting him with a shy smile and 'good morning' and he didn't even get the chance to say it back because your eyes travelled up to the very different hairstyle he has compared to the one you see at school. No need to say, he shut the door on you and the whoosh of wind left you stunned at the front door for a while.

When he opened the door again, you sweetly smiled at him, complimenting the natural shape of his hair. His worries about you seeing him as different (and possibly in your eyes, ugly) all disappear when you offer to straighten his hair for him.

Lee Jaehyun was a tomato throughout it all, especially when you said you like boys with curly hair. Like, what was he even supposed to do with that information?

"R-Really?" You lift your chin, coming closer to the phone screen when Jaehyun's face comes into view, "I-I just…I look so ba---"

"You look gorgeous." You quickly interrupted and you relaxed when Jaehyun let out a genuine sigh of relief. You took note of how his smile grew and his eyes looked at you thankfully, "I promise."

He retrieves his phone back to his hand and places his now gleaming face in the middle of the screen, "Thank you." He blew a kiss to the screen and you returned the gesture back before finally starting your own morning routine before Seoyoon arrived.

It's only around thirty minutes later when Seoyoon texted her arrival and you scurried down the stairs with all your necessities chaotically, "I think I'll hang up now. Lyla will not let me live otherwise."

"Yep, even though she's the biggest contributor to our relationship." Jaehyun remarks, "See you soon, bubs."

"Love you, see you soon!"

You turned off your phone, pocketed it safely and dropped your luggage in the trunk of the car. Hopping in with an excited feeling, you were quickly attacked with your own words that you said a couple of minutes ago.

"Love you, see you soon!!" Lyla imitates you, a series of eyebrow wiggles and teasing smiles on her face when she turns her body over to face the back seat where you just groan and roll your eyes.

"Hey. You and Jacob aren't any better." Seoyeon defends you swiftly and you poke your tongue out at your now-defeated friend.

"They're so cute, it physically makes me sick." Your backseat partner, Sua comments.

You squint your eyes at her, "I'm not sure whether that's a compliment or not but I'll just accept it and move on." Seoyeon watches her best friend from the rearview mirror, nodding and clicking her tongue in approval while humming in thought, "What?"

"You and Jaehyun are perfect for each other indeed." Seoyoon starts the engine again, turning up the music to a desirable amount for the hour-long trip to the resort.

You blush at that, murmuring to yourself, "He's perfect for sure."

The holiday just started and it’s already so much better than you expected. While waiting for your gate to open, you pass Jaehyun’s gift from your mum, your boyfriend putting it on straight away despite the warm weather and sending a video message to your mum in gratitude. Lyla also planned a 'little' daily schedule for you all to follow the past few days. The later bloomers were not particularly happy with starting the day at nine and ending it at eleven on the same day and through choruses of opinions, she scrapped the idea and reduced the amount of group activities. You reassured your best friend that you would still do the main things that she wanted to do together and you were satisfied with the way she tackled you down on the bed in happiness.

Other than that, you all did an awesome job at finding this beach house. The location of the beach house is convenient and with the time of the year, a lot of night markets and activities were planned each day to celebrate the warm season. The area is filled with other couples and not so surprisingly other students who are enjoying their short freedom before they have to bury their whole bodies underneath a pile of books and practice exam papers.

“We’re finally here!” You all walked out and breathed the minty fresh air and salty sea as you stepped out of the airport, “This is so exciting!” Sua pulls both you and Seoyoon by the waist, squishing you three into a tight hug, “We’re going to have so much fun.”

You chuckle and affirm her words, “But let’s get the car first.”

Jacob points to the familiar plate numbers and along with Seoyoon, figures out the final arrangements, all the terms and conditions before finally attaining the keys from the person in charge.

“Can I---”

“No. You already spent like an hour with him on the flight.”

Sua gives you a deadpan look and Lyla pushes the girl lightly, “Just let her go. Jaehyun is looking at us with puppy eyes as well. Go with Jacob though, don’t want to see you two being all lovey-dovey.”

“Ew.” Sua throws her head back and jumps out of the hug, “You know what you both go in Jacob’s car. I’m going to go with Younghoon and Seoyoon.”

You took Lyla’s hand with your chin held high, teasing Sua’s look of grimace, “Not a problem with me.” As you were about to grab the handle of your wheel bag in another, Jaehyun ran to your side and beat you to it, giving you a quick kiss on your cheek.

His smirk grew at the way your cheeks grew red at the lingering feeling of his lips, “You weren’t giving me any attention.” Lyla squeals and runs away from you to hug her own boyfriend instead. Still frozen and shy at the unexpected act, you turned your head to the side with raised eyebrows, a gaped mouth and being absolutely speechless, Jaehyun shrugged innocently, “I was getting kind of lonely, bubs.”

“Lee Jaeh---”

Another kiss this time was given straight to your lips, muffling your complaints.

“Wha---”

Your internal body temperature is rising to be as hot as the summer heat and Jaehyun knew that he needed to cool you down or else you were probably going to murder him for making you so flustered in the middle of the walkway entrance of the airport door. He dips his head down once more to ghost over your plumper lips and before you can say anything else, his palms land softly on both sides of your waist, encasing you in his hold. His thumbs soothe down the sides of your body particularly along your ribs as you gasp from the delicate touch before he dives in to kiss you once more. Your own arms lift and you cross your wrists over on his nape, pulling him closer and responding to the kiss.

You felt nervous as you were out in public, tens of people just walking by or just standing around, but it all dissipated when you felt his breath on your lips. The kiss itself wasn’t heated like some of your other kisses with him but rather sweet and gentle. His lips would hug your lower lips before pulling away a little bit and hug your upper lip instead, relishing the way you would respond to him as a smile grew on both of your faces. He would do those little nudges and brushes with his nose on yours and you giggled as it meant that his playful self appeared to replace his flirty self.

“A bit jealous?” You asked him with your foreheads against each other.

“No.” Jaehyun smiles so widely when you both make eye contact, so much so that his cute little eye wrinkle smile makes its appearance, “A lot.”

That's how Jaehyun showed his love to you throughout the trip. It would also be holding hands whenever you both could, filling up your plate with more food whenever it got empty, making you walk on the inside of the walkway, dropping you off at your room door as if it wasn't just across and a little bit of a turn to his own room with the other boys, reminding you that you're beautiful and that he loves you every day.

Just.

You love this man. So much. With all your heart.

And Jaehyun knows that. From the way you would use your palm to block the side of his face due to the wind, to how you would give him the first bite of your ice cream, reminding him to put more sunscreen and applying it to his face every so often, to the way you sweetly kissed him on the lips as you both rested for the night.

He loves you. So much. With all his heart.

He managed to prove to you that every single day for the past two years you were friends, the past year and a half when he developed a crush on you, and the last year ever since you confessed your feelings to him back after him.

But you see, it's just unavoidable that you would still have those times alone when you would look at your body and feel self-conscious about it. You're human after all. It's normal to have a drop in confidence sometimes but the stereotype of girls in summer with their tanned skin, humongous sunglasses and revealing bikini got to you sometimes.

Your boyfriend is a godsend. It's no secret that girls would crush on him and the boys want to be him. I mean, with that kind heart, sexy brain (and body) and handsome visuals? Seriously, what did you do in your past life to receive this much love from a single person?

"You're not changing?"

Snapping out of your daze from your messy luggage, you could see your three friends all in their own choice of swimsuits and bikinis under their beach towels and robes. Seoyoon stares at you worriedly through her pink sunglasses.

"Um." You try your best to show a genuine smile, "I'll be there, just trying to swallow down that heavy lunch. You guys go on ahead."

You would be stupid if you thought they would believe that. Six years of friendship with a punt lie like that? Absolutely not. But they didn't question you further as you just bit your lower lip, feeling your confidence drop down once more. They know you just wanted to be alone after telling them that you felt sick and that you ate so much after lunch.

This is the part of summer that you hate.

As much as summer does hold a soft spot in your heart, sometimes the reminder that the sun is made out of fire literally made your head hot due to the overthinking that you always did somewhere along the way before you stepped into any type of swimsuit.

Deciding to succumb to your thoughts for a little bit, you sit down on the edge of the bed in defeat. You look out to see the sun's circumference not too far away from kissing the edge of the ocean and you could feel yourself starting to cry as you tried to push your dark thoughts away.

"Come on." You pleaded with yourself to pick up a swimsuit, any swimsuit, so that you can go meet with the others and watch the sunset together by the beach before you would all need to pack up and go back to reality tomorrow, "Please…" You whimper in desperation.

The balls of your feet step onto the side rail of the bed and you begin to sob, your arms wrapping your abdomen tightly in frustration. The water runs straight down from your eyelashes to your thighs and those droplets eventually make their own path from there as well.

You want to see the sunset as the beach water splashes and hugs your lower body. You want to see the sunset with your friends and your boyfriend together as you maybe do a little water fight against each other. You want to see the sky turn its bright colours to darker hues that signal younger children to turn their devices off and go to sleep.

You want to do all that so badly.

You released all your pent-up feelings through your tears and the cawing seagulls constantly reminded you that you were running out of time as the circle in the sky would eventually just sink and it would not stop or wait for anyone or anything. You managed to be in a swimsuit on the other previous days. So why now? When this whole little "let's see the sunset together in the water" was your idea. Why? Why why why---

You shouldn't have eaten so much in the last few days, feeling the difference in your stomach but also outside through your own eyes. So still with these burning thoughts and blurry vision, you just close your eyes, shove your hands into your suitcase, and take the first cold elastane fabric in your palms and change into it. Throughout your trip, you would plan your outfits with the help of the full body mirror that was placed behind the door, taking selfies with your friends as you all pulled funny faces together.

This is the only outfit that the mirror didn't see and the camera did not have save, and you didn’t think anything or anyone could change that. Quickly, you grab an oversized shirt, pulling it over your body to quickly realise that it's one of Jaehyun’s that you stole. You chuckle between your ragged gasps for air, sitting down on the bed again to continue your cries for a bit more. Before you can even hug your body once more, the knock on the door makes you whip your head backwards towards it.

"Bubs? Are you okay?"

You whimper at the familiar voice behind the door and you shake your head, not trusting your ability to answer verbally. Of course, the door isn't transparent and Jaehyun himself is only human too and understandably, your lack of response only makes him worry more.

"Hey…I'm going in alright?" The door clicks open with that and you hurriedly wipe any last bit of tears on your face, running your wet palms along the clothing that covers half of your thighs. You still couldn’t help your sniffles though and it was enough to have the smile on Jaehyun’s face and his soft steps to change quickly, “Hey, hey. What’s wrong?”

You only shook your head in response, your fists clenched the shirt in frustration as you began to drown in your own thoughts as well. Jaehyun kneels down in front of your downcasted head and if you looked up, you would be able to see the sad smile, the way his eyes gaze at you with patience and love. Carefully, his hand reaches out to your now-white fists. His fingers lay on the back of your palm while his palm lays on your knuckles, his thumb soothing the exposed sides of your pointer finger.

He made his presence to you with small, gentle steps from there: tucking your hair behind your ears, making a joke about how he thought he lost the shirt you were wearing, and letting out a harmonious chuckle when you responded to his joke. With time, he even manages to let your hands go off his now crinkled shirt, holding both your hands instead.

"I'm sorry." Is the first word you said when you broke the silence.

Pouting at that, Jaehyun leans forward to kiss your tired knuckles, "Don't be. You haven't done anything wrong."

"I have…" You whisper guiltily, "We missed the sunset right?"

"Hey, don't you think about that right now, okay?" He shakes his head at your worries, "That's not important. What's important is why you were crying alone and feeling sad about something."

"I'm just---" You sigh exasperatedly. Your eyes haven't met Jaehyun, just taking in the way your hands were between his. The changes in your physical appearance made you so weak and frustrated, "I just don't feel good about my body and you're literally so perfect and I just can't keep up with how perfect you ar---"

"Stop, don't say that about yourself." He lets go of your hands, scooting over and straightening his back. You close your eyes, sniffling once again as you feel your boyfriend's hands cup your cheek, lifting your messy face to him. He wipes the rest of the tears that escape from your eyes with his thumbs, leaning to press kisses on both your eyelids in an attempt to ground you back.

You open your eyes to see the love hearts that swirl around his eyes freely, the crease between his eyebrows and the somewhat serious face he has on.

"He's mad at me…" and you bit your lip to contain your assumptions to yourself, scared that Jaehyun would affirm it and want that could result, "Please don't leave me."

"I wo---"

"I'll make myself look better in every way possible, just please give me time."

"Bubs, what are you talking about?" Jaehyun shakes his head at your rant while his head tries to pick up the pieces together to make a sort of confusion, "You're perfect as you are. Don't ever change yourself for anyone. Including me."

"But those girls are so pretty, Jaehyun and you would look so much better with them. Or maybe with me if I was somewhere on their lev---"

"Please look at yourself the way that I see you through my eyes." It was soft, almost like a hush. But you catch the way his lips move when you go on a tangent and you stop yourself from going further.

Jaehyun stands up, making you stand up as well and brings you in for a hug, his hand behind your head and the other around your waist. You let out the rest of your tears on his chest, punching him lightly while your palm pushes your stomach in frustration.

Jaehyun doesn't care about your punches to his chest but he immediately catches your other hand, pulling it away to the side of your body. His hand wraps itself around your wrist tightly, stopping you from pulling it back, "You're gorgeous." His hold on your body tightens as he recites the words that you said to him a few days ago through the latest video chat you both had, "I promise."

"Jaehyun…"

"I don't care about other girls. Who cares about them? When I have such a gorgeous girlfriend inside and out and bonus for me, loves me for who I am?" Jaehyun puts a small distance between his chest and your face, gazing down at you and planting a kiss on your forehead, "Wait here for a bit?"

You nod at the question and he leaves to go to the bathroom. While he left, your eyes went back to the view outside the window and you could predict how much time had passed as the circumference of the sun started to really make contact with the ocean. The guilt settles in again and you curse yourself for ruining the last group event of the whole trip.

But before you could really drown in the darkness again, Jaehyun stumbles out of the bathroom and you gasp at his wet hair and the darker spots on his shirt due to the water. You walk over to him, your mouth moving in different shapes though no voice was heard.

Jaehyun chuckles at the way you retrieved a towel and laid it on top of his head, beginning to dry his brown hair with circular motions, "Thank you." He takes the towel with one hand, continuing the motions himself while his other arm snakes around your waist to pull you back to his chest.

You rest your chin on his left pectoral, observing the little curls of his hair starting to make its appearance and you smile fondly at how it would disappear underneath the towel and reappear again. When Jaehyun puts the towel around his neck, you couldn't help but reach out to play with one of his curls, trapping the strands between your thumb and pointer and gently tugging it, straightening the strand until the end, only for it to retract back to its formal shape.

"Having fun there?" Jaehyun comments when you do the same action to other strands of his hair. Slowly, a joyful smile comes to your face and he feels relieved at the pretty sight, "Come here for a second."

He led you to stand in front of the mirror and you immediately turned back to hug your boyfriend, scowling at how messy you looked, "I think I just saw a ghost." You complain, hiding your face in his chest.

"Oh?" Jaehyun gasps out dramatically, "What where? I hate ghosts but I'll protect you!" Just like before, he held you close with both of his fingers intertwining behind your back.

You both stayed like this for a moment longer. Jaehyun's heartbeat calms you down and you exhale in contentment at the way he starts to sway from side to side slightly. The familiar scent of your shampoo, unknown to you, makes him feel the same calmness as well as he faces his insecurity head-on through the mirror.

You took notice of how Jaehyun's body felt a bit tense compared to how it was with your last hug. From the lower side angle, you can see the way that his jaw tenses at the look that the mirror is giving him, gulping at his own reflection. Turning your body around to face the mirror, still within his hold, you ignore how much you hate your own reflection, staring at your boyfriend's eyes instead.

Too deep in his thought, you rest your forearms on top of his, this time your palms on top of his like how he did before, "Love your hair, Jae."

You can see the slight flinch when your voice pulls him back to reality. You blush when he dips his chin down to your shoulder, whispering his own words to your ears, "Love your body, bubs."

The mirror showed the couple's full body, including the parts of themselves that they each hated the most. But the mirror also showed the both of them together as they embraced and basked in each other's love, reminding the other that their insecurities were valid but that they still love the other the same way.

You realise that when Jaehyun washed out his hairspray, using a towel to dry his hair to make his natural hair come back instantly. You realised once again that Jaehyun is truly in love with you, so patient and so kind with your journey and the smile that grew on your lips which each realisation made Jaehyun blush and bury his face onto the crook of your neck.

You remind yourself internally at this moment, as you face yourself straight into the mirror, "I'm enough and I'm gorgeous." And the deep inhale of the cold but warming air that enters your lungs, untangles Jaehyun's hands and with no pressure, places itself on your clothed stomach. He presses a kiss on the underside of your jawline, whispering sweet nothings to you.

You turn your head to face him this time, not through the mirror, the tips of your noses together, your eyes closed and your mind at peace, "Thank you."

"No, thank you." A shake of his head and a kiss on your lips, "For loving me and treating me like I’m perfect."

“You’re perfect in my eyes.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

You were able to watch the upper half of the sunset with your friends at the beach. Seoyoon, Lyla and Sua could see the tranquillity on your face and they looked at each other, sending nods, knowing that you were fine and doing okay now. Just as you wished, you were able to fully feel the salty water around your entire body, leaving the oversized shirt somewhere on the big volume of sand behind you.

All of you know that this trip was way better than you had expected. It would be a trip that you would talk about and look back on for the rest of your life. It's a summer memory that you will hold on to not only because all your hard work in your jobs paid off, or your first trip with all your friends and boyfriend without supervision, or how Jaehyun loves you dearly.

This summer taught you that you love the people in your life right now and how fast time goes by as you surround yourself with them.

This summer gave you confidence that you will be able to go back and study more when you're back and pursue whatever it is that you want.

This summer taught you that you're enough as you are and that you should be kinder towards every part of yourself, to treat your body for going through all the hardships that life has given you.

This summer also made you fall in love with Lee Jaehyun deeper and you are sure that your relationship will grow further and stronger from now on.

You can't wait for the new things you'll learn next summer but that's something for later. For now, as the sun continues to set further and you all run back to land to set up a group photo with the scene as the background, you envelop yourself within the bounds of Jaehyun's arms.

"Love you." You quickly kiss him before turning back around to pose for the camera.

"Love you more." He squishes in audibly before the camera snaps.

Oh, how you'll remember this summer.

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