#based on a post about sleepy intimacy

[samubytheocean]

imagine hot summer days

It’s so hot, you imagine if it’s what it is like to be buried. You wonder if people will be able to smell the love of his gaze on you at this moment. You pray that they will.

Fluff, little something based on my previous post cuz I am a sucker for summer

Hot summers. The ac is broken with a week until the AS comes, so it’s a lazy afternoon on your bed, wearing the skimpiest tank and shorts, laying down flat with the fan on the highest setting. You’ve got a glass of ice linked between your arms, switching every now and then to keep both sides cool. It’s a pretty desperate attempt to stay sane in this burning weather, especially when you’ve got this furnace of a boy laying flat next to you.

He looks loopy as well, sweaty hair sticking to his slightly red face. You guys are sharing a pillow, the biggest form of intimacy you’ll allow at the moment, and his breath fans around the humid room across to your face, smelling like soap and wooden gym floor. It’s comforting. He’s comforting. The white sound of the fan and the occasional airplane noise is almost to lure you to sleep- maybe you’re passing out. You wouldn’t mind, you’re in the safest hands- until you feel hot fingertips feather on your stomach. You open your eyes and glance at the handsome boy, who’s still looking up at the ceiling with heavy eyelids, but pretty face barely holding back the smile. You softly snap the hand away.

“It’s hot.” You whisper.

“You’re hot.” He whispers back. You roll your eyes affectionately. You can’t tell if it’s the heat or he is actually blushing. Ever so charming. You hate that it works every time. You’re blushing.

“I really am. So please stay on your side of the bed.”

“Like this?” He leans over to you, the body clearly not touching, but you can feel the warmth radiate from him. Despite his cheeky teasing, you feel content. Your eyes soften. You feel held, and it’s something about summer that you love. You already felt like he was touching you- everywhere, so warm and hot and drowsy but oh so passionate. Yeah summer. Young, stupid love. But he’s yours, and he looks at you, your entire face.

His love is observing you. And torturing you with terrible lines, but his gaze dips you into something people will only call youth. And love. You memorize his scent. You know it will be held part of your own musk, for longer than you’ll live. You think about being buried under a willow tree. You pray that other lovers- in a hot summer day just like this- will catch the scent of this moment and pass it on. It’s the kind of moments you’ll write poetry about, and pray that people will read on your grave. You hope to live, to be recognized just as this moment, all down to the molecules. Not because he owns you- but you’ll be named after his love, for only he truly knows the symbols you speak.

“Yeah. Like that.”

“Sleepy?”

“A little.”

“I’ll wake you up when it gets a little cooler.”

You know he won’t. His big built body is getting warmer just like how it gets when he gets sleepy. You know he isn’t going to set that alarm. But you wouldn’t mind jerking up at 11 pm all in sweat and fake complaining to him for letting you two to miss an entire day. You wouldn’t mind his sleepy, firm and gentle hands pull you back into the bed. It’s just a day. It’s just a very hot summer day.

And honestly? You wouldn’t even mind missing a sweet little eternity if it’s with your boy.

OSAMU, AKAASHI, SUGAWARA, TSUKISHIMA, KUROO, KITA, IWAIZUMI

SUGURU, CHOSO

JEAN, EREN

[stepswowdsen]

【KagePro】 KuroEne Shibari (Rope Bondage) + Maid Kuroha plays with Ene (NSFW) 🖤💙

(CW: NSFW)

Kuroha teases Ene with a vibrator (NSFW)

It just came to mind but ngl it'd be cool to draw a long forked snake tongue variant of this doodle as well. It'd be quick to draw as well.

I think the 1st one with the smug grin fits more, but both are nice ^^

KuroEne Scenario Ideas (NSFW)

Kuroha teases Ene with a vibrator

Maid Kuroha plays the roleplay game with Ene

Kuroha ties Ene up with mild shibari (rope bondage)

Sen's Meow Meow Mfs

Masc charas I don't play about: Meow meow mfs 🐈‍⬛🖤🤍

Evil/morally bankrupt little guy!

(Tbh my faves are usually giant…)

Though I have faves who are average height too, like Hibari and Judar

Douman (FGO): 200 cm (6'7")

Hibari (KHR): 169 cm (5'7")

Xanxus (KHR): 188 cm (6'2")

Idate (WATGBS AU): 185 cm (6'1")

Judar (Magi): 173 cm (5'8")

Kuroha/Saeru (KagePro): 182 cm (6'0")

Note: While possessing Konoha's body

I'll put my previous ramble posts under the cut since this post is based on my previous posts. I'll also put my new ideas under the cut too

Anyways I think putting a Content Label and Read more before posting NSFW is a good idea cuz it gives people the option whether they want to opt into seeing it and a warning beforehand so they don't get jumpscared by it (like if you're in public or something)

I prefer clothed intimacy most of the time like it just looks sexier to me. Since the charas are fully clothed, it's pretty tame and nothing explicit is showing but putting a warning cuz the context is NSFW

Anyways I'm trying to practice drawing NSFW cuz I wanna get good at it one day 🙏

Normally I post rambles that I prepared in advance to post cuz I just copy paste them from my Notion docs but I felt sleepy yesterday so I didn't post them before. So I'm just gonna post some stuff I had in mind Ig

Gonna put a warning cuz the doodles are fully clothed intimacy, but REALLY NSFW.

Anyways I'm glad I'm getting better at drawing NSFW ^^

These are much better than my doodles from 2021 - 2022 (which I won't even show cuz they look like doodoo)

Maid Kuroha plays the roleplay game with Ene (NSFW)

Kuroha teases Ene with a vibrator (NSFW)

Kuroha teases Ene with a vibrator (NSFW)

It just came to mind but ngl it'd be cool to draw a long forked snake tongue variant of this doodle as well. It'd be quick to draw as well.

Also did an alt version where Kuroha has a long forked snake tongue

I think the 1st one fits more cuz I like the smug grin, but the 2nd one is also cool

I'm not really paying attention to the way the clothes are drawn in these since I just wanna get the basic idea down

I love their expression here hehe

Also just put the JP version this time cuz I prefer the text formatting in JP. It's easier to format text. I also included the cropped versions

Ene suspended by ropes (shibari rope bondage) (NSFW)

Kuroha/Saeru and Ene play a little game 🖤💙🐍🐇

KuroEne NSFW WIP

When Kuroha proposes wanting to play a game of shibari rope bondage and tying her up, Ene gets all embarrassed as usual, and then agrees to play with him.

Ene: YOU AND YOUR PERVERTED GAMES AGAIN!

Kuroha: I won't deny that. But knowledge comes from experience, right?

She makes him promise to just make it tight enough so that she doesn't fall, or anything, and that it only feels pleasurable and not painful. And Kuroha agrees with her terms.

I redrew Ene’s expression a few times but I’m pretty happy hehe

I still wanted it to be a comfortable position for her so I think this is ok.

Mild bondage is ok for me when it comes to ship intimacy 👍

I’m not into the heavy/extreme forms of it.

I’m not paying too much attention to the ropes so I just used a brush to get the basic idea down.

I'll also show the version without the rope brushes cuz it's covering the sketch

THIS IS FUEL FOR MY GAY ASS. YIPPEE!!!

Technically it’s just Ene but it’s KuroEne (implied). I didn’t know how to fit Kuroha into the piece so I’ll probably sketch something different with him. Like showing his reaction on the other side.

Or drawing both of them from side view, like when Kuroha walks up to her and leans in to touch her face gently while she's tied up.

Suspension bondage where Ene gets held up by ropes and has mild shibari (rope bondage) over her clothes 🥰💞

I was wondering whether to make the ropes black or red… Black, yellow, and red, are all Kuroha’s colours, so I think either is fine. I should probably add more ropes later.

Mf wants to see a needy Ene beg for him 🥰 Once he gets the reaction he wants, he’ll cut the rope that holds the vibrator in place, and then fuck her himself like that. When they’re done, he lets her down.

Ene: Let me down gently! Carry me! Ene is a delicate flower!

Ene: (//>3<//)

These two are so fun to write ship scenarios for, including ship intimacy… The pros of a guy that knows (almost) everything, can change his body into anything he wants, and is very open to experimenting in sex 👍

KuroEne AU: Maid Ene plays the roleplay game wtih Kuroha (NSFW)

Sadistic meow meow mf plays a game with Ene in a maid outfit where she does maid roleplay for him (ie. cleaning the room, making tea) while having a vibrator inside her and Kuroha sits back and messes with the settings. And when he's satisfied, he fucks her.

KuroEne AU: Maid Kuroha plays the roleplay game with Ene

I'll just summarize this. Ene wants to get "revenge" on Kuroha/Saeru for teasing her mercilessly last time. Last time being the above scenario I described ^^

Ene's attempts to embarrass and fluster Kuroha/Saeru just ends up flustering her more. Her forms of "punishment" for Kuroha/Saeru's "bad behaviour" (Him not doing what she wants, like him spilling paint all over the walls and floors when she tells him to clean), are not punishments at all for him.

Ene decides to "punish him" for making a mess, by face sitting on him and making him take it and ordering him to eat her out, but then just has a sudden realization to herself like "Wait a minute… Is this even a punishment for him???"

(It's not.)

Ene: I TOLD YOU TO CLEAN, NOT CAUSE A MESS!!!

Kuroha: Come now. Do you really think I'd let you have your fun with me, only for me to be a passive participant?

Kuroha: I don't want to make things TOO easy for you. That would simply be boring.

Kuroha: But, let me make one thing clear. I'll be sure to claim my reward after we’re done.

Ene: That’s just so like you… Ok, ok! We’ll take turns! It’s only fair!

Kuroha: Of course~ It’s only fair we both get what we want.

Ene: Just wait until you're the one getting teased!!! BRING IT ON!!!

...

Ene initially thought that embarrassing him would be EASY (a piece of cake), but it turns out that while he likes getting teased in intimacy, he has no sense of embarrassment. And she eventually realizes that and decides she needs to change her game plan.

(In Ene's mind -> He's a mega pervert)

Kuroha just shrugs cuz of course he has perverse tastes. But then simply says that knowledge comes from experience.

Ene thinks to herself that while she likes taking the reigns in bed, she's actually not as good at the "punishment games" type of intimacy that he (Kuroha) is.

Ene thinks she can tease and fluster Kuroha once he's the one playing maid/Servant for her, but as always, he is going along with her whims because it's fun for the both of them. He causes mischief because he doesn't want to make the game "too easy" for her.

I wasn't sure whether I wanted to include this but I had this idea where Ene starts mimicking what Kuroha did in their previous games

...

Just had this thought where Ene tells him to lift his maid's skirt up for him, and Kuroha notices and picks up on it like, "I see, I see… You're copying what I did, hm? Well, I don't mind." And then does as asked and lifts his skirt up. Ene looks down and goes like (.) when she sees that he's hard, and immediately turns red-faced. And then screams, "Don't you have any shame!?!?" (///)

If I were to draw this, I'd have one of those manga panels where it's just a view of the outside of the building/house, and a speech bubble of Ene screaming like $(&!@%!@!%@)!%@

And Kuroha starts laughing at how Ene's attempts to embarrass him are just embarrassing her more. Then says, "Is it really such a big deal? We've done it countless times before. I don't have such inhibitions."

And Kuroha just goes like, "But how could I resist such a sweet and alluring prey, hmm~? It's simply too tempting~ I can't wait to see the expressions you'll make~ It makes me aroused just thinking about it…! How you'll moan and whimper and twitch—"

And Ene just fumes red from embarrassment and goes like, "ANDDDD THAT'S ENOUGH OUT OF YOU!!!"

Like god this mf just says/does the most provocative shit to provoke her on purpose 😭

DAKLSKLDSKLDKLS this idea is so funny to me ngl

KuroEne Shibari (Rope Bondage) (NSFW)

Thinking about KuroEne shibari rope bondage with Ene with the rope ties over her clothes…

MOVE, KUROFUCKER, OUT OF THE WAY. I'M GAY!!!

It's still gonna be mild shibari though

It's not my thing for it to be super heavy.

I thought about the Outer Science MV, and how it's scattered with telephone poles and cords, and various junk heaps strewn across the backgrounds

Ngl it'd be cool if it's like…

Cuz I was trying to decide whether I wanted Ene to be tied up on the bed just with her arms on the bed (and her back on the bed), like usual sex positions

Or whether I wanted her to be suspended a bit (still in a comfortable position, though), where she's suspended in the air via ropes and held in place via his ropes and black aura spirals

I decided to go with mild suspension/hanging bondage. But I'm open to drawing both ^^

Cuz again I'm not into heavy/extreme kink stuff in my ships' bedroom intimacy.

Ene pouts and huffs at him that the ropes BETTER not come loose cuz it'd be super unsexy if she falls on the ground during sex, and Kuroha tells her not to worry because he's made sure the ropes are tight/secure enough and that he knows what he's doing.

[berylshores]

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“On the coast of a small island known as Beryl Shores, sleepy ‘town’ Sandborn Moores serves as home for a dedicated few. Yet it can hardly be considered a village with less than 50 residents. Mysteries lurk in the waters, there has to be a reason approaching ships keep sinking and outside danger never seems to befall the coast. Yet none have truly seen the creatures in the depths, for dead men tell no tales.”

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[kureis-writing-hell]

Nightmare

Something I wrote on a whim because I really wanted to write them again. This happens soon after they become friends with benefits, a while after Chisaki left Tartarus.

No warnings here. It's a cuddly, cute little drabble that I heard awakenes the need for hugs. Enjoy!

A soft morning in the Chisaki' flat. Post canon. 1k words.

Chisaki woke up with his face smashed against Nikodem’s shoulder.

It was a long awakening. One of those you experience after a long, long day and dreamless night. When your brain is late to catch up with your body stirring and experiencing existence again.

Nao was still asleep, holding Kai tightly around his sides. His breath was tickling Kai’s hair and one of his feet was hooked around one of Kai’s. The blanket that Chisaki gave Nao for the night was somehow thrown over his own legs, leaving Nao with nothing to shield himself from the chill of the old flat. And Kai’s duvet was thrown off of the futon. But it was fine, Nikodem was so warm it was enough of a furnace for Kai.

He was wearing his quirk stopping undergarments, obviously. Otherwise Kai wouldn't probably let himself cuddle this close to the other man. It didn't matter that he was already used to the annoying quirk that Nao was an owner of. He still wasn't a fan of getting paralyzed during the night.

Probably was a key word here, though. The last thing he remembered from a late, or maybe early? hour of the night was Nao’s tired, low, soothing voice and his hand in Kai’s scalp. And Kai, to his current horror, was cuddling by himself to Nao like his life depended on it.

For a second it felt like something died inside of Chisaki. So much thoughts filled up his head, still half asleep. He tensed. And then noticed that he's not facing the window like he did in the night and the surprise pulled him out of his small panic.

Just, the surprise was somehow stronger. Kai clearly remembered laying down on the opposite side of the futon. He always did. It was his side of the futon. He couldn't sleep on the other side. And he didn't change sides in the night, for sure. Nao’s hands squeezed his body slightly more then and he thought to himself: "no way".

Nao was waking up too. His face was scrunched from the light, falling onto it, and he hummed with sleepy annoyance. Kai observed it, suddenly realizing how close they were. They were still cuddling. It wasn't what they did. Like, after sex, sure. But not just randomly. Not because-

Not because one of them needed comfort. They didn't comfort each other with touch. They talked. That was the base of this relationship. First, Kai didn't exactly like being touched without a reason and there was a very limited list of touches he was comforted with in his entire life. Second, Nao’s quirk. Not to mention the… specific intimacy hidden in this kind of a cuddle.

It wasn't this kind of a relationship. They were friends. With benefits. This wasn't the benefit they settled on.

"Hi," hummed Nikodem, way less floored by the whole situation than Kai. He opened his eyes and smiled. "Slept well?"

Kai felt too asleep still to use his voice. He only hummed back.

"You didn't wake up anymore, right?"

One of Nao’s hands began sliding up Kai’s back, sending electricity through his spine. Kai took a long breath, to calm himself down. Nao was just trying to comfort him further. He shouldn't be reading too much into his actions.

"No."

"That's great to hear."

Chisaki had a nightmare.

Now, it was embarrassing and humiliating. He didn't even remember the dream anymore. Back then, during the night, when he woke up wheezing and trying to grab anything close to him, he thought he would die. He was sure of it. He didn't remember the dream, he didn't remember falling asleep, but he could recall the dread he felt, clear and sound. And it embarrassed him.

Nikodem didn't share the sentiment. He yawned, stretched his body, still pressed against Kai’s, and hugged him close again.

"Mmm, breakfast?"

For a second Chisaki was about to agree, but then stopped himself. Still a bit tense, he pressed himself against Nao, putting his head more comfortably against his shoulder. Then, he froze, waiting for a reaction from the other man. He was pushing boundaries, at least he felt like it. But they were already cuddling!

Nikodem reacted right away, adjusting his position as well. He put one of his hands in Chisaki’s uneven hair and began playing with it softly.

"I take that for a no?"

"Mmm."

Nao laughed and they laid in silence for a moment, eyes closing and bodies relaxing.

"I'm cold," hummed Kai after a moment. Without a word Nao jumped into action, reaching for the duvet, laying behind the other man. He threw it over them and went back to the comfortable position. "...I'm sorry."

"Hm?"

"For waking you up."

"Ah. Don't even joke." Kai didn't have an answer to that, so he kept quiet. "How often do they happen?"

"Sometimes. First time when you're staying."

For a moment Nikodem contemplated that answer, moving his hand against the back of Kai’s head. Suddenly he tickled the inside of Kai’s ear, earning a twitch and a kick to his calf.

"How bad are they?"

"Don't remember." Chisaki glared at Nikodem for annoying him and then sighed, knowing the other man wouldn't stop asking. "You can't do anything. Stop worrying."

"It's not easy when I care about you!" Nao whined and suddenly got into Kai’s face. He left a quick, sudden kiss, knowing very well otherwise Chisaki would fight him - considering the morning breath - and sat down on the futon.

"What-"

"Stay. I'm gonna put your prosthetics to charge and start making some food."

There was a big hand in Kai’s hair again and Chisaki, feeling annoyed, shook his head to throw it off. Nao only laughed, getting up and gathering Kai’s prosthetics. Kai didn't sleep with them when Nao was staying over, they weren't perfectly comfortable during the night.

"Wait." Suddenly Chisaki remembered something, because maybe Nikodem just got up in the night? Changed their positions when he was back from the toilet? Nao paused and looked at him, slightly worried. "How did I end up here? I fell asleep on the other side of you."

Nikodem blinked, smirked and shrugged.

"You're so tiny I had to throw you over during the night. Like a plushie, maybe?"

Kai blushed just slightly under Nikodem’s smirk. Well, it was one of the characteristics Kai was into - the huge dumbass could toss him around oh so easily - but it was still embarrassing. And hot. He couldn't decide which was it more.

"Fine fine. I want eggs."

While Nikodem’s laughter was filling the room, Kai turned around to face the window. And with surprise noticed it was snowing. Tiny, white snowflakes were falling outside, covering the balcony in a thin layer that would most likely melt until the night.

And, under the duvet, with the sounds of a huge man in his kitchen that would jump to comfort him even though they weren't a couple or anything like that, Chisaki felt like he could stay there forever.

[missbeckywrites]

Hartwin Fic: Sleep

Happy Birthday @humantrampoline85! It’s not the 500k you wanted, but I hope this makes you smile anyway. Love you! <3

Tuesday afternoon and it's raining. 

Harry sits on the surprisingly comfortable hotel bed, the headboard at his back. He's not having much luck scrolling through his target's bank records, which are on his tablet now thanks to Merlin's latest Kingsman technology. 

Eggsy lies on the bed beside him, his head in Harry's lap. His laptop is open and he's been sifting through his own set of records. But for the past ten minutes the view on the screen hasn't changed. And Eggsy is lying rather still now. 

The laptop's screen powers down from inactivity. Harry reaches down and lightly runs his fingers through Eggsy's hair. 

Eggsy hums in contentment, not quite asleep yet. He burrows a little deeper into the pillow spread over Harry's lap. 

Harry rubs the back of Eggsy's neck. He cards his fingers through Eggsy's hair. He strokes the soft skin behind Eggsy's ear, a place Eggsy loves to have touched. 

He sets his tablet aside and smiles down at the amazing man in his lap. He honestly doesn't know what he ever did to earn Eggsy's trust, but he will never do anything to lose it. 

**** 

November and it's nearly dawn when Eggsy knocks on the hotel room door. Harry lets him in with barely a grunt of acknowledgement. 

"What's the latest?" Eggsy asks. 

"Falcon left half an hour ago," Harry says. "Eagle and Hawk are still in there." 

"Okay," Eggsy says. He settles himself in front of the monitors showing activity in three rooms in the hotel across the street. "I got this now. You get some sleep." 

"I can't," Harry says. 

Eggsy looks up at him and his heart lurches. Harry's been at this alone for going on forty hours now, and it shows. Painfully. Harry looks almost dazed, like it's all he can do just to keep standing. It's a wonder he even heard the knock on the door. 

"Sure you can," Eggsy says. He goes over to Harry and sets a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'll help." 

Harry lets himself be led to the bed without protesting. He leans heavily on Eggsy as they go, his head drooping; if they were the same height, his head would be resting on Eggsy's shoulder. He takes off his shoes at an encouraging word and Eggsy turns down the covers. "You just get some sleep. I'll take over." 

For a moment Harry stands there, sort of swaying in his exhaustion. Then he surprises Eggsy by folding him in a warm embrace. "I'm very glad you're here," he murmurs.  

Eggsy hugs him back. "Me too," he says. 

Harry holds onto Eggsy's arm as he climbs on the bed and slides beneath the covers. Eggsy pulls them back up, making sure he's comfortable. 

"Wake me if anything happens," Harry orders. For a moment his grip tightens and his gaze regains some of its focus. 

"I will," Eggsy lies. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to Harry's forehead. "Now go to sleep." He smooths down the blankets over Harry's chest and brushes a wayward curl off Harry's brow. 

Harry is asleep even before Eggsy sits before the surveillance monitors. 

**** 

Middle of the night and Harry wakes from a dream unremembered. He's not even sure what woke him at first, until he feels the slight nudge against his side as Eggsy shifts next to him. 

He understands then. 

He squeezes the hand that has taken hold of his beneath the sheets. Eggsy presses in a little bit closer, and Harry contemplates rolling toward him for a kiss. 

"Love you, y' know?" Eggsy says, his voice muzzy with sleep. 

"I love you, too," Harry murmurs. 

Eggsy's forehead comes to rest on his shoulder. Harry lets his head loll to one side so his cheek nestles on Eggsy's hair. 

In the dark, they sleep. 

[critical-goat]

How Your Relationship With Them Changes (Younger Brothers)

{The post for the older brothers can be found here, the last three can be found under the read more under Satan’s section, no spoilers}

 Satan

Unlike a few most of the others, not much changes in your relationship with him. He already trusted you with so much, and so many of his insecurities and his faults have been laid bare before you and you had loved him even then. He will always how tender and soft you were with him and he is forever grateful for it.

His anger doesn’t get any easier to deal with, but you’re helping him find healthier outlets. It helps, but only for trivial matters. Nothing can really stop the way he gets whenever Lucifer is being decidedly insufferable.

When too many stressors pile up and his rage explodes, it’s best to get out of the line of fire heaven and hell forbid you ever are directly harmed by his anger, he would never forgive himself and seek him out afterwards, in the fallout of his anger, when he arguably needs you most, There isn’t much you can do about it, not without years of therapy (that you are not truly able to give) but you being there makes it easier to cope sometimes and that’s all he could really ask for.

Satan likes exploring and trying new things, and if he can share that with you? Even better. He’s going to try and pull you along into his newest hobbies and is more than eager to learn about and get into any you might have.

Even if he can’t always try new things things with you, he’s more than content to be off doing your own things in the same room. He enjoys the intimacy of being alone together and sometimes appreciates the space.

Make no mistake though, he will eventually gravitate back into your orbit for quality time.

Asmodeus

He becomes a lot more honest about his insecurities, but only when they’re getting to him the most. Don’t be too put off that he wouldn’t be willing to to talk about it whenever you ask. It’s already an accomplishment that he’d admit to their existence. Be gentle with him, he’ll come to you when he’s ready and when he does.... the reflief of being so close and comfortable with someone? He loves knowing he can trust you with the deepest and darkest parts of himself.

It doesn’t happen to him often but he’d still rather focus on you and bolster your own confidence than focus on the inner workings of his insecurities. Just remind him that being vulnerable isn’t all that bad.

Intimacy with him becomes a lot less sexual. Sex is kind of his thing and he absolutely does enjoy it, but knowing you aren’t there for his sex appeal, but for who he is underneath the title and the charming smiles means so much to him.

So for you, in your moments together, your intimacy is chaste and pure, but no less indulgent for the both of you.

Asmo wants all you you and everything that comes with being with you. Your good days, your bad days; your beautiful, your ugly. All of it.

You don’t always have to be perfect or amazing or composed or flawless. He’ll love be there for you through it all. You’re so wonderfully you and that’s all he could ever ask for. 

  Beelzebub

Makes up the last of the ‘doesn’t change much’ squad. Like Satan, he’s always been honest and upfront. Sweet man just wants to keep you happy and safe. You are his world and he shows it.

He’s not good with showing his emotions so he will, and has from the start, speak his mind as plainly as possible. And yet loving you has always been straight forward for him.

Daily kisses are a must for him, with morning kisses being his favorite (it’s certainly the best way to wake up if you ask him). Other affection levels will fluctuate based on your preference, as he relies on your for what’s alright with you. He always waits for your ok before giving any public affection unless you’ve stated you don’t mind. If you’re touch averse, he’ll refrain altogether and only ever wait for you. Beel will follow you any where and every where you’ll allow him, often times looking like a body guard which is fine by him.

Food and snack times (and packing extras) will be an important part of the dai;y routine but your presence satiates and fulfills him enough he can focus on other, more important things. The gnawing hunger never really goes away but its more than he’s had in the past and it’s the most free he’s felt of his burden since his days as an angel.

  Belphegor

Belphie will take the longest to open up, honestly. He has a lot of emotions to sift through and so many things to get past before he puts in the effort to change for you. Once the changes happen, its very noticeable to everyone and seems to happen over night. He will refuse to address that he was ever reluctant to begin with you can try to have a talk with him about it, but the only answer you get boils down to how he finally feels ready to be with you in full.

As a sort of apology to make up for the amount of time it took to get to this point, he quickly familiarizes himself with you, your preferences, your schedule, and does whatever he can to make your daily life easier and less stressful in the most minimal and sleepy brat ways possible. Sometimes its easy to forget there ever was a reluctance because of just how well he seems to anticipate what you want.

He’s no longer tests the waters and is rather forthcoming with his desires and expectations from you and the relationship. All he really wants is exclusive rights to your lap as a napping spot. No sharing, not even with Beel (group cuddles with Beel still happen, his twin just isn’t allowed your lap, that’s HIS hissss).

You don’t have to worry about him sleeping the day away or wasting moments you could have spent together because he’s awake a lot more often and can almost always be found attached to your side. He eventually admits that you’ve given him the motivation to make the effort to stay awake. He wouldn’t miss spending time with you for all the naps in the world. Just don’t be surprised if he starts asking you to carry him places.

[kiss4kazu]

ooh! can i request something spicy?? maybe headcanons of claude, dimitri, and felix’s kinks?

spicy hcs | dimitri, felix, claude

this is combo between just kink hcs and also how first times being freaky w these three go hahhahahahhahah screams. this is not safe for kiddos so proceed with caution folks 

felix <3 

whew, okay. sweats. um 

so the first time u and felix do the do was definitely not planned. things tend to escalate a lot with felix when it comes to intimacy. pecks goodnight lead up to make out sessions and all of a sudden his hand is down your pants and you’re honestly not complaining. 

felix is definitely more of a giver than a receiver, not because he liked giving, but because he liked being in control. he liked seeing you writhe beneath him and all that jazz. 

he’d definitely deny you from reaching your high multiple times, partially to draw out the activity since you tend to come quite quickly beneath his touch but also because hearing you whine his name helplessly was a really big fucking turn on and he always swelled with pride knowing he was the only person who can turn you into a sobbing mess. 

felix has 2 moods. his soft and pliant types of fucking, and his arrogant, i’m big bad felix fraldarius and my cock is 30inches long type of fucking. he knows hes hot, he knows he has a pretty dick, might as well utilize it.

he hates praise when it’s ingenuine, for things intangible that he hadn’t earned himself. when it’s people praising him for his title or the power of a fraldarius battalion. 

but praise when it comes from you? when it’s you letting him know just how amazing he feels inside of you, how with every thrust of his hips your brain short-circuits and your eyes water with unspilled tears? when it’s you not being able to even form coherent words anymore because felix fraldarius is throbbing inside of you... yeah, that kind of praise. it does wonders for him and his dick. 

he’s also into hair-pulling

and overstimulation

hes also rly rly easily jealous like if someone else was making eyes with you or perhaps you were giggling a little too loudly with some handsome noble he’d just yank you away and march u up the stairs to his dormitory before kissing you hard 

he’s the type to make u beg and be rly possessive he’d just fuck you so ruthlessly hair stuck to his skin, panting “you’re mine. mine. say it” and u would just cry bc why tf he so sexy hello-

as mentioned in my kissing post, felix sucks the life out of you when he kisses you so it’s only logical that he fucks the life out of you too.  

im kidding ofc!! not rly

although he’s on the giving end of things, it’s still completely self-indulgent, felix gets off just knowing he’s getting you off because he’s a sexy narcissist like that. 

but on some days, he really really wanted you to know he cared a lot about you. 

felix isn’t the best with words, but he was really good with his tongue, so things usually worked out okay. he’d kiss you, everywhere. every inch of you, leaving hickeys in even the most visible places because who fucking cares. you were his, he needed you to know that. he needed everyone to know that. 

he can be sensitive sometimes too, make love, if you will. 

he has to be rly emotional tho, so it’s probably after something eventful happens in his life. like when the kingdom takes back fhirdiad, or wins the war. or when he’s sleepy and tired and wakes up hard and is just too lazy to put on his big bad scary persona. 

sleepy felix is submissive felix, aka my favorite felix. sleepy horny felix is all whiny and blushy and just wanted to come and he absolutely despised himself for it

you were well aware of how much he hated himself for being soft and needy, but that made teasing him all the more fun.

so yes, some nights felix would fuck you brainless and soak in the sound of your voice crying out his name helplessly. but on other nights, felix would lay down, his hair splayed against the pillow, your fingers twirling his locks and tugging gently as your other hand jerked him off, lips pressed against his as you breathed in his whines and grunts.

hearing him whine was a really rare sight, but it did slip out occasionally, when you squeezed the base of his member unexpectedly or when you took him deep into your throat and swallowed around him. felix really likes fucking your mouth. 

yeah felix is an emotionally constipated sex god 

claude ! 

whew lord. 

ok so claude, my sweet, cheeky, little shit <3 

the first time probs wasnt even intentional with him either he was just teasing you a little too much and things got a bit carried away but it’s a great time nonetheless

doing the do with claude is probably a rollercoaster ride, he would literally never shut up and would just say the most stupid things and you’d hate yourself for still being so desperate for his touch because somehow in between his terrible jokes and merciless teasing he whispered complete filth into your ears.

he’s a master of dirty talk, chuckling against the shell of your ear at the sound of you choking out a sob at his words, tugging at your earlobe just to spur you on even further. 

“don’t tell me you’re clocking out already?” you’d just glare at him in frustration despite your flushed cheeks and he’d kiss you on the tip of your nose and laugh in amusement at your misery 

he’ll literally do everything but fuck you, covering every inch of your skin in love bites, especially your chest. he’d literally eat you out or suck you off until you were dizzy but if you want him inside of you, he’d definitely make you beg. 

if you ever tried to get smart with him… um, he’d uh .. p-punish you 

not like in a pain kink type of way he’d just pull out right before you could nut and would laugh maniacally in your face afterwards because that’s what you get for being a smart ass ! denying u from coming is basically how he punishes u so its a pretty long night but claude’s really really good with his tongue so you’re guaranteed to come like 3 times at minimum anyways

he’d devour you, all smirks and with eyes filled with mirth and he wouldn’t give in until you were absolutely wrecked under him. 

he’s very um… dominant, i would say

but not an aggressive dom, definitely a playful dom who enjoys edging and teasing a bit too much 

he’s also pretty experimental, i can see claude as a bit of an exhibitionist also, he’d probably fuck you in the cathedral just for shits and giggles 

but he is human and despite how much of  a little shit claude is he’s just as wrecked as you he’s just much better at hiding it 

he’d probs quit the teasing once he himself can’t handle it anymore

and wow uh thats when claude gets all sensual 

when claude’s kind of in overdrive and completely uncoordinated just messily thrusting over and over again to finally get you both to that place thats when he becomes all romantic and lovey 

would compliment you to no amounts end, call you all sorts of pet names like honey, sweetheart, baby, etc. 

his messy curls would stick to his skin, his forehead pressed firmly against yours, verdant eyes blown wide maintaining eye contact with you just for that extra level of intimacy because watching you when you’re like this really drives him over the edge. 

he’d pant against your lips, kiss you roughly and somehow find it in himself to even let out an amused laugh because he’s having sex and that’s kind of funny for some reason

claude’s pull-out game probably a1 but idk he’s possessive in less conventional ways so i feel like he’d  get off to the thought of releasing inside you and watching him drip down your thighs bc yea

claude is also the king of aftercare let it be known

he’d have so much energy after sex for some reason like he’d just hop right up clean your bodies, fetch you tea if you wanted some and curl up with you resting on his chest, running his fingers over the skin of your arms tenderly and smiling softly to himself when exhaustion takes over you and you slip into a warm slumber against his chest. 

i love him bye

dima 

ok so dimi is a busy busy boy and even when he does have free time he’s never entirely there his mind is always kind of somewhere else u know 

he’s always struggled w getting a proper night's rest and always overworks himself into hysteria

so, as his lovely s/o, you presume a nice session to destress will help loosen those knots in his muscles and all that chaos whirring around in his mind

you were thinking a nice trip to the sauna or something

but dimi had other ideas 

 he’d just look at you and his gaze would darken all of a sudden and with just a glance at him you already feel the wind being knocked out of you 

it would be rly sudden, like dimitri’s just rly needy all of a sudden and he’s taking whatever you’ll give rly he has so much pent up stress and needs some form of release and he’s so so emotional and touchy and won’t stop kissing you with so much fervor and desperation

dimi is 1000% a lovemaker im sorry u cannot convince me otherwise. unless he is feral. if he is feral then understandable have a good day. 

he’s all about pampering and kissing every inch of you and asks every five minutes is this okay? are you comfortable? does that hurt? are you sure? because he’s terrible with fragile things and if he ever hurt you he’d never forgive himself poor baby

part of you just wants to grab his face and say !!! im fine !!! you big idiot !! but you just pull him to your chest and nuzzle your face into his neck and breathe him in deeply, kissing his jaw gently before reassuring him i’m fine dimi, stop worrying 

he’d calm down instantly and focus back on the task at hand, pleasuring the love of his life hehe

BODY WORSHIPPING non stop praises just kissing everywhere his lips come across you’d love it but hate it at the same time bc part of you just wants him in u already and the other half of u is just so so enamoured by him and feels so warm and loved and appreciated

he’s more of a giver than a receiver as well though for opposite reasons compared to felix, he worries about your comfort so much to the extent where it distracts him from his own pleasure, and it isn’t until he’s inside of you that he remembers and is like oh wow fuck and yea things dont usually last very long for him since he always neglects his own pleasure in favor of yours. he gets so focused on making u feel good because he loves you so much and he needs you to know that so yeah he doesn’t remember to even touch himself lmao 

you’d probably come like twice before dimi even whips his schlong out 

at the peak of his pleasure tho dimi gets kinda rough ngl. he’s a person whos very emotionally driven so when everything gets to be a bit too much he’s just slamming into you with so much force your skin stings, grip so tight on your hips there’s sure to be bruises in the morning but despite how rough he is his eyes are nothing but gentle and so so loving 

probably says something like oh seiros when he’s about to come LMAOOO 

dimi is also a king with aftercare but he’d probably knock out like a log afterwards and it’d be like the best sleep he’d get tbh all warm and satiated and just content

dimi sex god 

[i-got-these-words]

Short Midnight Drabble ~

[Content warnings: Excessive drinking; dubious consent; victim self-blaming; jealousy; explicit sexual content; explicit language.]

The rhythm in his head had but one name. Tequila.

Guan Shan winced as a shooting pain lanced through him, striking dead centre in the space between his eyes like a rusty nail trying to screw its way through his skull. His heavy and only-somewhat-cooperative tongue rolled around a tart curse that would have had his mom smacking him upside the head and scolding him six ways to Sunday.

Fuck a cheese grater. Where was he?

Prying his eyes open, Guan Shan squinted into the dimly lit room, thankful that someone had had the foresight to draw the vertical blinds closed. The scintillating shimmer of a spring dawn spilt through the narrow gaps, casting the room and its slumbering occupants in hues of cerise and new beginnings.

Guan Shan didn’t recognise them, and he sure as fuck didn’t believe in new beginnings. Or second chances. He was forced to clench his teeth against a wave of nausea when he tried to sit up, his body stiff and protesting. He took a few steadying breaths through his nose as the rusty nail asserted itself once again, burrowing deeper and laying claim to his alcohol-addled brain.

The room was littered with the usual post-party detritus, but in place of ransacked snack bowls, disposable red cups and crushed beer cans, there were half-empty food platters, fully empty champagne bottles and a slew of personalised confetti.

It came him to then—Jian Yi and Zheng Xi’s engagement party.

He instantly regretted coming. Then, just as quickly, felt bad for even thinking it; Jian Yi was the closest thing Guan Shan had to a friend, even if Guan Shan would never admit it. But then he remembered how, in the face of his hesitation, Jian Yi had assured Guan Shan that he wouldn’t be attending. After all, he was halfway across the globe and had already sent his apologies and felicitations in the form of an outrageously luxurious RV disguised as an engagement gift.

Shit.

Guan Shan needed to get out of there.

He took his time levering himself to his feet, swaying a little as the room spun. Gingerly, he lumbered past the handful of dozing guests, most of them more scantily dressed than they had been at the beginning of the party, limbs twisted around a partner—or partners—a piece of upholstered furniture, or a bottle of top-shelf liquor.

The air was thick with the scents of warm, canoodling bodies, an eye-watering floral fragrance someone had drenched themselves in the night before and the lingering traces of eau de fuck mist. Wrinkling his nose, Guan Shan scowled at the thought of partygoers going at it right there in the living room whilst he was passed out drunk on the couch. What happened to having some goddamn decorum?

Meandering out into the hallway in search of his chukka boots, Guan Shan rubbed his temples and wondered if it was too early in the day for the Sunday trains to be running. He considered getting an Uber back to his place, but he was trying to save up—for a wedding gift, a fucking suit because the one he owned was only fit to be worn at funerals, smart shoes that hadn’t been bought at a thrift store, and a round or two of over-priced drinks at the joint bachelor bash Jian Yi was already twittering about.

Fuckin’-A. He’d need to budget more tightly than he already had been, but he consoled himself with the option of selling the suit and shoes second-hand post-wedding and making up for the difference by picking up a few more shifts at the restaurant.

And making do with less than three hours of sleep a night.

Putting his monetary worries to one side, Guan Shan spent the better half of a minute getting tangled in the loose end of a congratulations banner that had come half-undone from the wall. As he passed the kitchen, he caught the time on the microwave’s digital display: five fucking am. The first train wasn’t due til half six.

Mood souring, Guan Shan ran a frustrated hand through his shorn hair, a little stiff and sticky from the product he’d fingered through it last night. His stomach lurched when he noticed the wretched bottle of jalapeño-infused tequila on the breakfast bar and he wondered why he’d thought drinking himself to oblivion would be a good idea. Not only had it been one of his more foolish decisions, it hadn’t even fucking worked.

Guan Shan could remember, clear as day, how his mouth had dried up and his heart had dithered like a fucking damsel in distress when he’d spotted He Tian sauntering through Jian Yi and Zheng Xi’s verdant backyard. With his signature cocksure swagger, He Tian had garnered the attention of many a guest sprawled on rattan garden furniture. Guan Shan had envied them their insouciance as they sipped chilled champagne from sparkling glasses and got their fill of a fabulous ass furnished in dark denim. Guan Shan, on the other hand, had ensconced himself in the kitchen in an attempt to avoid crossing paths with his ex.

That, too, hadn’t fucking worked.

With an hour to kill, Guan Shan found himself in the guest bathroom, splashing his face with arctic-cold water in the hopes that it would chink away at the haze of his hangover. In anticipation of having overnight sojourners, Jian Yi or Zheng Xi—more likely the latter—had stacked a pile of sealed toothbrushes and bottles of mouthwash on the window ledge.

Guan Shan felt marginally human after he’d scrubbed his teeth and freshened up. He chanced a look in the mirrored cabinet above the sink and grimaced. His rose gold hair, which had been a deliberate mess of spikes at the beginning of the night was now nothing short of a grooming disaster. His cheeks were flushed from the cold wash, masking the dusting of freckles on his face that bloomed and waned with the seasons. Normally a blazing liquid copper, his eyes were a dull brass, tarnished by too many shots and not enough winks.

The mouth-watering aroma of morning coffee wafted through from under the bathroom door and Guan Shan hoped whoever was up was brewing it strong. He was downing a couple of Advil he’d filched from the small cabinet when he noticed a bruise peeking out from the collar of his shirt. He leaned closer to the mirror, trying to get a better look.

Motherfucker. It was an honest-to-fuck hickey.

As his already-shit mood took a nosedive, Guan Shan ground his molars, the flush on his cheeks deepening with anger. Who the fuck had put it there? And when? Guan Shan couldn’t remember making out with anyone last night and, given that he was fully clothed sans shoes, the necking session had probably not gone past first base.

Probably.

Had he been so blitzed out that he couldn’t remember letting someone suck a bruise on his person? Fuck.

Fuck!

Guan Shan’s ire took an ugly turn. He shouldn’t have put himself in that fucking position. He should’ve known better. Seeing He Tian had fucked him up and Guan Shan had responded by getting shitfaced.

Eyes stinging, Guan Shan swiped viciously at his face with another palmful of frosty water. Just as he turned to the toilet and unzipped his fly, the bathroom door swung open.

He Tian paused in his stride to blink at Guan Shan. Then proceeded to make his way to the sink.

“Do you fucking mind?” Guan Shan growled, ignoring the way his insides squirmed at the sight of a sleepy-looking He Tian: softly tousled locks, a rumpled silk shirt and black boxer briefs that were so tight his dick was one cough away from indecent exposure.

Opening the cabinet and rummaging through the contents, He Tian mumbled a curt, “Nope.”

Guan Shan knew he was on the verge of snapping, and he let his anger simmer to a boil as He Tian popped the cap off the Advil container and knocked back a few pills. When he was done guzzling a mouthful of water right from the tap, his gelid grey eyes slid to Guan Shan. He Tian lofted a dark brow and the motion shouldn’t have been as sensual as it was.

“It’s not like you haven’t pissed in front of me before,” He Tian mused. “In fact—”

“Finish that sentence and you’ll be shitting out your own teeth for the next year,” Guan Shan snarled.

A smirk ghosted He Tian’s lips and the challenge in his eyes made Guan Shan’s stupid heart stutter like a gin-soaked queen in stilettos. “—I distinctly recall how much it turned you on.”

The illusion that he had any self-control around He Tian shattered as Guan Shan pivoted on his heel and plunged towards the taller man, fists raised and powered up.

But He Tian was ready for him. He’d always been fucking ready for him.

Guan Shan’s knuckles barely grazed the hard-lined jaw it was aiming for as He Tian swiftly dodged to the side. When Guan Shan brought up his left elbow to ram it into He Tian’s obscenely, perfectly straight nose, He Tian ducked like he was made of liquid and not the stacked muscle Guan Shan knew was rolling under that naturally tan skin. He Tian countered with a friendly jab to Guan Shan’s kidney; it wasn’t meant to hurt, and it didn’t. But it did momentarily surprise Guan Shan and He Tian predictably took advantage of his hesitation.

The bathroom cabinet shook as Guan Shan’s back collided with the tiled wall.

He Tian closed in on him, outstretched arms boxing Guan Shan in from either side and leaving He Tian wide open to a counterattack, one that they both knew wouldn’t come.

Guan Shan blamed his sluggish reflexes on the hangover from hell and, this close up, he could see that He Tian hadn’t come away completely unscathed either from a night of liberal drinking and liberal morals.

His eyes were rimmed pink, half-lidded and weary. His weekend stubble was a velvet shadow that would have taken a younger He Tian a week to grow out. His post-party redolence was a mixture of faded cologne, the spicy notes of celebratory fizz, and a familiar musk that reminded Guan Shan of lazy mornings in bed, sun-warmed sheets, and an intimacy that didn’t involve swapping spunk.

Guan Shan’s throat tightened like a vice when he spied the flecks of dark red on He Tian’s crumpled white collar, and the grisly bite mark on the side of his neck that was responsible.

“I’ve barely said two words to you and you’re already trying to break my face,” He Tian drawled in a voice that was as deep as it was dark, and made all the more dangerous by a disarming smile. “What crawled up your ass this fine morning?”

Read the full fic here: Love Bites and Bruises

[koalitypop]

first off congrats on 200!!! just found your acc while searching for hyunjin things(I've just recently gotten into skz and he's bias wrecked me multiple times so.I was looking for some smut👀) and I saw your post about morning sex w/ hyunjin and I just loved it and I HAD to follow you. could I maybe request a fluff/smut about naughty bubble baths w/ hyunjin loosely based off of 'imagine' by Arians Grande? anyways you'll most likely see me on your blog a lot! much love!! muah muah❤❤❤

a/n: thank you so much for everything!! I am so happy you liked the post about morning sex with hyunjin and I hope you like this one as much or even more. I listened to “imagine” by ariana grande while writing this in order to reincorporate the vibe of the song to the whole scenario, I hope it worked out the way you wanted it to. Thank you so much once again and enjoy! 

Hyunjin adores having bath sex with you or even just having a bath with you. That is the perfect opportunity to relax both his body and his mind while spending some quality time with you. He is pretty goofy and soft, cracks some jokes from time to time. Bath sex isn’t serious with him, he never truly has the intention to have sex when he suggests having a bath together.   Just like morning sex with him, bath sex with Hyunjin starts with a very sweet yet amorous make-out. He finds kissing and making out with you an act of pure intimacy and affection and having you bathing him, naked and so close to him just adds up to it.   Oral sex never happens when you two are having a bath together, because, first, it’s uncomfortable, second, you want to get into the actual action. You both rub and caress each other’s bodies and Hyunjin also checks how wet you are before he enters you as he doesn’t want to hurt you. Just as you are clinging to each other and fondle each other’s skin, he starts joking around and laughing at random things. “Oh my god, Y/n, your head is covered in foam” and he bursts out in laughter. You probably tell him something like: “Hyunjin, shut up and kiss me”, but he only stops for a second and he starts smiling and laughing into the kiss. Sometimes he gets nervous thinking that this habit of his annoys you, but you find it adorable.   You rarely use any pet names when you guys have sex in the bath. Hyunjin truly wants to keep it all soft and real with you, that’s why you mostly hear him moan or whine your name, probably a shortened version of it (if possible) to make it extra cutesy.   Riding is the ultimate position when you have bath sex with Hyunjin. His hands stay on your hips to give you some navigation and help you out when you lose your strength. He kisses your neck and collarbones from time to time, but usually, you lean your forehead on his and listen to his groans. He gets very dreamy when he is about to cum saying stuff like: “Y/n, I wish every day is like that”, “I can do this forever, Y/n” + occasionally telling you he loves you so much.   Once you both cum you lay on top of him and snuggle, he loves it when you put your head on the crook of his neck, makes him all smiley. You cuddle in the bath for a while as you both are simply too tired from all the loving. Once Hyunjin feels that you are too sleepy he helps you rinse off all the foam and get out of the bath.

[thelovelyghostwriter]

Neon Nostrade ABC NS/FW Headcanons

Okay. I’m gonna do this for our baby girl because well, she has a different set of kinks altogether. 

By the way, I will be referring to KuroNeon and KuroNeon when I’m doing this headcanon. 

Rated R Warning: Lots of vulgar terms. Don't like don't read. Don't go inside a cave and complain it's dark. I will block anyone who complains.

Let’s go for the ABC Headcanons of this brat: 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s two moods: either really drowsy after a good fuck or talkative. If she’s worn out good, she will be very sleepy and just want to lie on her partner’s chest. 

If she still has energy left, she likes to have a pillow talk with her partner. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Girlie is proud of her curves and face. She knows she’s cute and she has the curves. She’s not afraid to dress up for her man and drive them absolutely crazy. 

She likes her partner’s biceps and back. She likes to scratch and caress them when they are in a missionary position. 

If she's with Kurapika and knows his Kurta identity, she worships his eyes (kinda fucked up but yes!). She likes how it turns scarlet because of his deep intense lust (and maybe hatred) while they’re having sex. She finds it alluring, like a moth to a flame. For Chrollo, it's his spider tattoo.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This girl swallows. Nuff’ said. She likes to be milked too. She's submissive and breedable.

She also likes having her partner's fingers stuffed into her mouth after they finger her. A little taste on how wet she is. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She has a bunch of lingerie shoots that doesn’t show her face. She then post it on OnlyFans to gain extra income. Just lingerie pics because she enjoys modelling for it. However, she won't show her pussy or boobs. Those are VIP access only.

She also fucks her new head bodyguard aka Kurapika and had a one time fling with Chrollo. Papa must never know this.

Good girls are just bad girls who haven't been caught.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not so much. She isn't a virgin per se (really think one of her clients or Chrollo took her virginity), but she also hasn't gotten around much due to her father having people to guard her 24/7. She usually doesn’t take the lead so most of the time she just goes with the flow. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything to do with her partner dominating her. Girlie likes to get dicked down hard. So think of missionary, doggy and all sorts of variations that goes deep.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She is very childish and teasing alright. She's not serious about it. To her, sex is for fun. She wants to enjoy it. She giggles a lot whenever she gets a pleasant reaction from her partner.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yeah. She goes to those high-end bikini waxing services to get her pussy groomed once ever three months. She may show her lingerie to others but she only shows her lady parts to someone special and she has to make herself look presentable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Uhhh... she is playful. She usually relies on the non-sexual dating part that her partner does for the romance.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This girl likes to read smuts or listen to audios to get herself wet. If she really wants to get down on it, she uses a good ol' vibrator to buzz herself. She has to do it in a room though, where no one is around.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

*clears throat* This girl makes the best porn to write LMAO. I can think of a few kinks when it comes to her (and her r/s with Chrollo or Kurapika).

With Kurapika:

Discipline and Bondage: Her bratty attitude pisses off his stern no-bullshit personality. Sometimes she does it on purpose to egg him to punish and fuck her. She secretly enjoys it when he spanks her, be it using his hand or his belt. She realises that he might be into bondage based on the chains on his hand so she suggested tying her up. They used ropes, clothes, handcuffs and of course (actual, not his Nen) chains. He sometimes chains her up Shibari style and likes to see her pussy drool over the chains. This starts whenever she acts up, throws a tantrum and Kurapika has to deal with her bs. It's not easy disciplining this naughty brat but he likes the challenge until she's an obedient brat begging to be his cumslut. When she's being a good girl, he'll reward her with a good fucking and another present (e.g. jewellery or handbag or whatever she wants).

Degrading and Humiliation: This comes with the disciplining part. Whenever he disciplines her, it comes with degrading her. Neon loves to be called all sorts of degrading terms: slut, whore, brat. He's usually very uptight so it turns her on when he gets vulgar during sex. It gets even more intense when it's hate-fucking. He's supposed to dislike flesh collectors but here he is enjoying the flesh of a pretty collector, and so they engage in hate-sex filled with degrading her and Neon loves every filthy second of it.

Breeding: Yes, I know I said Kurapika ain't gonna want kids, based on my analysis of him and it makes sense. Only after he accidentally knocks her up, then he'll realise "hey, this ain't bad". So when Kurapika realises that perhaps repopulating the clan isn't that bad, Neon is more than happy to produce kids with him and be the freakin Kurta baby factory. The whole baby-making process is fun, they will make sure they won't waste a single cum drop. Neon also loves to address Kurapika as "Daddy" because she knows it makes him feel powerful and it represents fathering her children. Sorry Light Nostrade, Neon has another daddy now.

With Chrollo:

DD/LG: Their age gap and height difference screams sugar dating. He loves to indulge in her materialism and spoils her like a brat she is (he just steals those items and gives it to her). Chrollo is one freaky mf who calls her princess, kitten, baby girl and all sorts of really cute nicknames. Chrollo isn't like Kurapika who would degrade her. He likes to praise his little sex bunny because positive reinforcement works. He wants her to dress up in all those frizzy lingerie costumes and roleplay in DD/LG.

Toys: [See the T for Toys for this one]

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

One word: power. 

That is in the form of money and dominance in her partner. She loves it when they give her what she wants materially, be it that nice taxidermy butterfly necklace or that designer brand clothes and accessories. She doesn't care how you get it, but if you give it to her, she's sure to reward you.

Another thing that for sure turns them on is being dominated. Be it with Kurapika, Chrollo or anyone else, Neon loves to be dominated and fucked. Hold her by the neck. Let her know who is in charge. Make her beg to be fucked. A little possessive dirty talk will get her wet. Anything to do with establishing ownership of her.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Neon likes having sex in the bedroom or in the guy's office. She likes to disturb her partner while he's working so they end up doing it in the office. Or some luxurious hotel. A bathtub will be good too.

There's a very specific location I want to write her having sex with Kurapika. A location so messed up yet so angsty but I will keep quiet about it for now. You would need to be one creative sicko like me to guess this one. Heh. 😶😶

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

A big no is her being 100% dom. Neon is kinda lazy in that aspect. She doesn't like to do all the work and wants the pleasure/pain handed to her. At most, she'll ride the guy while she's on top but she's going to be a real tease about it, hoping that they would get impatient and flip her over. When they do, she'll be more excited because that's what baby girl wants.

Stuff like pee or anything to do with that is something that she'll never do.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She likes to have her pussy eaten out of course. And how they make her come through oral sex. However, she prefers to give SLIGHTLY more. Just slightly. She likes to get her hair grabbed and face-fucked. Sometimes she engages in cock worship.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually, she says things like "fuck me harder", "don't stop" etc. to encourage getting fucked at a faster and rougher pace. Especially when they hit her G-spot. That sends her crazy. She does appreciate the slow and sensual but only at the beginning or near the end. Depending on the context of the sex session.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yeah. She likes quickies. This has something to do with disturbing and teasing her partner while he's at work. Yes, I'm talking about Kurapika. So a little quickie just for him to relax and catch a break is Neon's favour for him for working so hard.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. She's game on taking risks. She's actually the one who will initiate and explore with kinks she finds on the net. Heck, she once proposed getting fucked against the window and in the balcony, risking the fact that someone might see them (Papa absolutely must never know what his daughter has been doing). The fear and thrill of getting caught arouses her.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think at most two rounds. The sex can be really intense and this girl lacks stamina. She didn't go through formal Nen training (remember that she got hers without training), and her partners are Nen users and physically fit so they wear her out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns them alright. She uses a vibe to pleasure herself. It comes in handy when she gets horny during ovulation and there's no one to dick her down.

As for using them with a partner, she uses a lot of toys with Chrollo. Whether it's the anal beads when Chrollo wants to get her ass fucked while he rams the front or making her wear vibrating panties in public, she's sure down for it. She also will wear a tail butt plug to complement her kitty outfit that Chrollo instructed her to wear. She'd gladly follow whatever freaky fantasy he wants.

With Kurapika, they don't use toys except for bondage items. If Neon were to sleep with a woman, she'll prefer to get fucked with a strap on.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Neon is the queen of teases. Especially if her lover seems uptight. (Yes, Pika boy, that's you).

She'll randomly sends him nudes while he's working. She'll touch his lap/balls lightly when they're eating side by side. She'll say stuff that sounds suggestive in inappropriate timings. She'll wink. She'll roll her tongue while eating and making eye contact. Just to initiate sex.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Neon has a high-pitched voice. She's very vocal during sex. She can't help it. Honestly, she sounds like those girls in hentai porn but more genuine lmaoo. She'll moan, squeal, whine, squeak and pant with the occasional "yes", "fuck me", "harder" and all the short needy dirty talk to push them to do her rougher.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She likes to shop for her outfits. It excites her thinking what type of kinky outfit she should buy to make her partner horny. Be it another lacy lingerie, bunny outfit, kitty outfit, she'll be sure to look delectable in her man's eyes.

She looks REAL good in pink or white. Most of her outfits are in that colour. 💖💖

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Neon has a B cup. She doesn't have those giant breasticles like Pakunoda or Shizuku. But that's understandable. I once estimated her height based on Chrollo's height and the manga panel where her head is at his shoulder. She's about 150cm, maybe even shorter. She's a petite girl. She has curves in proportion (she's not a loli, she's just small in height). But that's her charm. She's cute. Easily carried to be fucked.

Side note: The height difference between her and Kurapika (171cm)/Chrollo (177cm) is so good in this aspect (if you guys know what I mean) hehehe kekekek.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hmm... I think Neon is mid. She does likes sex but she isn't a sex addict. She gets in the mood easily, especially when she's horny during ovulation. She won't be in the mood when she's angry or upset at not getting what she wants.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She's exhausted after it happens. Definitely be sleeping like a baby. She'll lay on her partner's chest and doze off comfortably. If she still has the energy, she'll demand for round two or just pillow talk. Chatter her way until she falls asleep.

To end it off, I would like to give you guys some links to fanart where Neon is being hot, art by @anotherworldash :

Cat Outfit

Cat Outfit with Buttplug

Bunny Outfit Regina George reference

Neon in Shibari ropes

Chrollo and Neon

Kurapika and Neon

Neon sucking Kurapika off [Yes, you read this right]

Neon in pink lingerie

[boymeetsweevil]

Masterlist

who says i love you first

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, 1336w Your tiny existential crisis + Namjoon during bedtime

welcome to my channel (KNJ)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 659w “5k Sub! Unisex Brow Grooming Tutorial feat. Joon :)”

baby genius**

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, ~2300w “In which you’re very smart and Namjoon has a tiny garter belt fetish”

dead man sells no toes**

Witch!Reader, Halloweentown AU, ~5200w “Your thoughts have a mind of their own when it comes to the cute delivery human with the mysterious tattoos”

call me maybe*

Idol-AU (kinda), club meet-cute AU, ~6600w

At first you were just trying to get some free drinks out of some guy at the bar, but then it becomes a lot more

warm fuzzies*

Non-Idol AU, slice of life, ~6200w “In which Jjangu AND his owner, Kim Seokjin, fall for you”

welcome to my channel (KSJ)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1208w “Dyeing @Eat_Jin ‘s hair and avocado mask DIY :)))”

hell’s kitchen

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, ‘crack’, ~2200w “It’s Jin’s birthday and it’s a hot ass mess because you can’t keep a secret”

and wrapped your arms around my neck** (req)

established relationship AU, part vampire!Seokjin, pwp, ~2000w “Vamp!Jin if you squint and then close your eyes entirely, this is 90% just sex yall”

punch drunk love*

Non-Idol AU, friends to lovers, 1742w Emotional constipation means sometimes you have to beat emotions out. Or, in this case, finger-flick them out.

welcome to my channel (MYG)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 626w “New M.A.C lip tints feat. my roommate :)”

the min booty diaries** (req) - 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Idol AU, body/self-esteem issues

“Join Min Yoongi on his journey to becoming an ass man OR ~5 instances in which Yoongi realized he had a serious thing for your ass”

ode to wine

Idol AU, establised relationship AU, 900w

“A moment alone with Yoongi after the award show has come and gone”

off the deep end**

Mermaid!Yoongi, College AU, interspecies canoodling, a bit angsty, ~17,500w

“Your new mermaid friend, Yoongi, helps you navigate the treacherous waters of love, sex, and National Geographic.”

bump and grind*

Idol AU, BH employee!Reader, ~3000w

“If someone told you that months after getting hired by BigHit to translate and subtitle VLive videos you would be at an idol’s birthday party with your ass pressed firmly against Jung Hoseok’s crotch, you wouldn’t have believed them.”

welcome to my channel (JHS)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1164w

“Unisex nail care routine feat. Hobi and red wine ;)”

who’s your favorite**

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, misbehaving in a Chili’s, ~1400w

“If you ask the man himself, it takes a half a year of going to a shitty family restaurant after work on Fridays for Hoseok to become your favorite. In reality, though, he just didn’t get the joke. OR

‘I give you dick. Good dick!’”

cover you in constellations

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, 987w

“Happy birthday to Jung Hoseok, the most beautiful”

hoping for the best**

Non-Idol AU, Lifeguards!Reader and Hoseok, friends to enemies to friends to lovers, ~24,300w

“He knows you two are linked though. You must know it too. It’s impossible to deny when you both reach climax at the same time during your first time, the breath leaving him like you knocked it out and your eyes rolling into the back of your head like he scratched stars there for only you to see.”

sleeping bags (and other unconventional cures for insomnia) (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, enemies to more than friends, ~2500w

Based off the prompt “snowed in with your enemy at a ski resort”

watch yourself**

Non-Idol AU, Dressing room Attendant!Hoseok, exhibitionist!Hoseok, ~7770w

“It starts with an invitation from your ex. It ends with Hoseok’s hands down your pants in said ex’s kitchen”

mistletoe

Non-Idol AU, friends to lovers, Christmas AU?, ~3300w

“Jimin just can’t seem to get a moment alone with you at this christmas party, and you just can’t seem to stop baking…”

welcome to my channel (PJM)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1093w

“Drugstore Haul plus mini Sephora Haul and Surprise :)”

blue, not blanc** (req)

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~4500w

Based off the prompt: ‘can u do a jimin smut where he has a thing for panties’

me, you, and this thing we have between us** (req)

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~3700w

You’re pregnant and jimin is…happy about it

slippery slopes ahead** (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~6600w

“‘Look at you,’ he coos. ‘All this time I thought you were shy.’”

childhood bestie (bullet)

Non-Idol Au, Childhood Besties!Reader and Taehyung, 943w

what it would be like if you and taehyung’s moms were bffs, so you and taehyung were bffs from birth

welcome to my channel (KTH)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 667w

“Using Tom Ford Luna highlighters on my neighbor ;)”

a day in the life

Non-Idol AU, College AU, Roommates!Reader and Taehyung, slice of life, ~1900w

“A typical day living with Kim Taehyung consists of constant fights for the blanket and watching him steal your crop tops”

cougar** - 1, 2

Non-Idol AU, College AU, (slightly) Older!Reader, ~1400w + ~4700w

“…guys like him give off two very conflicting vibes. The first says ‘Wow, look at this handsome young man, I hope my kids are that beautiful’. The second says, ‘Wow, I want to have his kids’”

hectic halloween

Non-Idol AU, College AU, Best friends!Reader and Taehyung, language, ~1400w

Tae invites you to a Playboy™️ themed halloween party and a wardrobe malfuction of sorts occurs.

breathe you in** (req)

Popstar!Reader, Non-Idol!Taehyung, exes to lovers, ~7800w

Based on the prompt: Can I pls request an ex lovers trope with taehyung where you broke up with him , but he shows you he loves you and was never over you and wants to be together again? Thanks!

(welcome to) camp lonely heart**

Camp Counselors!Reader and Taehyung, fun with walkie talkies, friends to lovers, ~15,600w

It’s possible to find love in all sorts of places: In bars, in school, on apps. But what about through a walkie talkie?

heat index**

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, 2700w

“The town being in a heat wave puts Tae’s in a bit of a love drought. But even still, he makes do and (kind of) does you”

blood of the covenant* (to be rebooted) - 1, 2

Vampire!Reader, Human!Jungkook, College AU, Post-Apocalyptic(?) AU, 3476w+ ~3700w

“You’re an unregistered vampire trying your hardest to save up enough to go to school by working long hours and giving up meals. Unfortunately, the local university refuses to enroll starving vampires like yourself because they’re seen as threats. Desperate to get in, you take up Jeon Jungkook’s shady offer to help”

welcome to my channel (JJK)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1038w

“Cutting Men’s hair and talking about life feat. Kook :)”

blind!reader* (req)

Non-Idol AU, Blind!Reader, College AU, 4422w

Based off the prompt: Hi! I have a bts request! so the "prompt" is y/n were love at first sight for him, but y/n's life motto is "love is blind" because y/n is actually blind. this is just for fun, but I'd really like to read your take on it!! you can pick any of the boys. :)

for science**

Non-Idol AU, College AU, Nerd!Jungkook, very dramatic 

“Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.”

The most magical place in hell (req)

Takes place somewhere after the events of FS, the gang goes on vacation...

bts as types of drunks

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, 2073w

the seven chaotic drunks™️ embodied

bts as types of (weird) babies in your daycare

Pre-school teacher!Reader, Babies!BTS, 4610w

the seven chaotic babies™️ embodied

bts as types of boyfriends

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~3295w

the seven chaotic boyfriends™️ embodied

sweetstupid moments with bts

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~2054w

More boyfriend shenanigans

sleepovers with sleepy bts

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~2109w

Even more boyfriend shenanigans

SS series (under construction)

* = suggestive, ~nsfw ** = smut, NSFW (req) = requested

and then there were two** (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, established relationship AU, ~3480w

Based on the prompt: “what do u think abt college bf mark and awkward and fumbling first time”

Sequel: and then there were finals**(req), 2k

Based on the prompt: “mark lee from nct! college au and NSFW. finding time in between studying for finals.”

in your court (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, clueless crushes and matchmaking, ~10,900w

Based on the prompt: “what about ,, bff!haechan trying to set taeil and his awkward ass up with oc Or awkward!oc with his basketball teammate jaehyun. Honestly anything with bff!haechan.”

binary stars (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, friends to lovers, ~8,400w

love sometimes takes the form of gravity

Based on the prompt: “bff!hyuck + friends to lovers. college au and slightly nsfw or however nsfw u wanna make it”

the shape you make**

Non-Idol AU, Halloweentown AU, ~4,100w

“For both you and Johnny, there is something big holding you back from being intimate. At the yearly Harvest party, that something big becomes something known.”

Part of the Intimacy Anthology Project!

* = suggestive, ~nsfw ** = smut, NSFW (req) = requested

[damnedparker]

between stars and sleep

pairing: din djarin x f!reader (no y/n)

warnings: helmetless, sleepy din that will make your heart ache. this is just fluff

summary: a tender moment between you and your mandalorian.

also posted on ao3

“Why are you still up?” The combination of Din’s voice breaking the stark quiet of the Razor Crest and his hand landing on your shoulder made you jump. It was late – or, at least, late for the last planet’s cycles you had gotten used to. The ship was on autopilot and Din had suggested you both get some sleep, as the commute was quite long. The problem was, you couldn’t. Your brain just couldn’t quiet down enough for you to slip away from consciousness, meanwhile Din had passed out as soon as he hit the sorry excuse for a mattress in his living quarters. You didn’t want to bother him, especially since the Mandalorian doesn’t get many chances to take a long, uninterrupted rest these days between jobs and the kid. You had decided to stargaze in the cockpit instead, entertaining yourself by finally sewing up a hole in one of your old tunics.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied, passing the needle through the worn fabric and tugging to continue closing the rip. “Sorry if I woke you.” You glanced over at your Mandalorian, shed of the beskar, including his helmet. His hair was mussed from sleep, curling around the nape of his neck and his ears. He still had that sleepy look in his eyes, leaning forward against the back of the co-pilots chair you were curled up in, bare legs hidden under one of his old capes as a makeshift blanket. For nights like these, where you didn’t have to worry about waking up at a moment’s notice, you only slept in an old shirt. It may have been cold in space on the Crest, but Din was like a human radiator and kept you warm.

“You didn’t. I just woke up and you were gone,” he placed a kiss on the top of your head before resting his chin there. There was a beat of silence before he continued. “I missed you.”

“I’ve only been out here for an hour.”

“Tell me about it,” he teased. A breathy chuckle escaped your lips. You liked when Din made light-hearted jokes around you. It was cute, and it meant he was comfortable, which made your heart sing. He lifted his head to move around to the side of the chair, reaching for your hands. He took your sewing project and set it aside. “Get up.”

“I’m comfortable.” Your whine made him roll his eyes playfully, but you let him drag you to your feet, nonetheless. He took your place in the chair, holding his arms out for you again. If only the rest of the galaxy knew that the best bounty hunter in the parsec was secretly the softest man you had ever encountered.

“C’mere, sweet girl.” You made no arguments as he pulled you onto his lap, resting against his chest. He hugged your waist as you both looked out upon the galaxy together. Neither of you said anything, reveling in the comfortable silence of space, and the warmth of your bodies pressed together. No interruptions, no worries, just a tender moment you would look back on the rare times you and Din weren’t with each other constantly. These are the moments you cherish.

Din nuzzled his nose into your neck, placing a soft kiss at the base and staying there for a few minutes. You could feel his breathing began to even out in gentle puffs against your neck. He was dozing off. You realized he was probably still tired, having finally been able to shut his brain off, his body was screaming to go back to sleep.

“Din?” You kept your voice quiet, and he let out a pleasant hum against your skin, pressing another kiss below your ear as he lifted his head groggily. “You can go back to bed if you want. I don’t mind.”

“I know you don’t, cyar’ika, but I’d much prefer it if you were there, too. You need to rest,” another kiss, against your jaw this time. “And I can wait for you.”

“Okay,” you let him stay, enjoying the way he was holding you far too much to try and argue. He loosened his arms around you as you shifted towards the side of the chair so you could look at him more easily, throwing your legs perpendicular to his and wrapping your arms around his middle. Without his beskar on, he was addicting to hug. Although he was fit, as he had to be for the grueling work of bounty hunting, he was still soft. Perfect to hug and love on when the two of you were alone and had down time. Din had been confined under his armor for so long, deprived of human touch, that he had no qualms about your affectionate touches that sprung every chance you got. You craned your neck up to plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He adjusted his arm around you, tucking your hair behind your ear and running his fingers through it, looking at you. “I think I’m already starting to get there, or I would’ve jumped your bones by now.”

“Hasn’t stopped you before.” He chuckled, his dimple making an appearance from his amusement. His arm that wasn’t wrapped around you found its new place on your thigh, rubbing gentle circles. You both looked at each other for a moment, before he leaned forward to connect your lips in a slow, sweet kiss. You rested your palm on his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone affectionately. His movements were tender, dragging on for minutes upon minutes, filling you with warmth and tingles down to your toes. Kissing Din was special. You suspected you had been his first, as he had told you early on in knowing each other that he hadn’t exposed his face to anyone since he was a foundling. Every time your lips met, sparks flew through your body like wildfire, and you felt extremely privileged to share that bit of intimacy with him. That he trusted you.

He hadn’t broken the Creed for you, no, and you never expected him to. His appearance was unimportant. You fell in love with him for his wit, his passion, and his determination. He was so caring in all the ways you never expected, paying attention to every little detail and you were completely oblivious to his affection for you until he confessed it late one night, his voice breaking because he was sure you wouldn’t return it. He had explained how he had come to care for you, and how it had tormented him. Him, a Mandalorian, becoming insecure about loving someone because it was new and vulnerable and scarier than anything he had experienced before. You shocked him into silence when you rested a hand on his knee and rested your forehead against his helmet, whispering that you felt the same.

Din didn’t reveal his face to you until cycles upon cycles upon cycles later, filled with love and happiness from your relationship. Although there were bumps along the way, you knew you wouldn’t change a thing and could no longer imagine your life without him in it. So, you told him this one night, as you were both undressing for bed, having the ability to sleep for just a few hours before scouting for another job the next day. He had responded by asking how you felt about marriage. Taken aback a bit, you thought for a moment, before telling him if you were going to marry someone, it would be him. He was it for you. He stuttered a moment, which was odd to hear with his modulator, before kneeling on the bed and grabbing your hands to join him.

That was the night the two of you married, on Din’s crappy cot on the Crest, murmuring vows in Mando’a to each other in the dark of the ship. It was intimate, and perfect.

You remembered Din rubbing his thumb in circles over your palm nervously, before lifting your hands in his to the sides of his helmet, silently pressing the release switch and tugging upwards. Your breath hitching and heart beating out of your chest as he revealed his face to you. It was completely silent. What were you supposed to say? Words completely left you as you took in all of his gorgeous features, his hooked nose, crow’s feet crinkling his eyes as he smiled nervously.

“Am I ugly?” He had joked softly, and you, tearing up a bit, laughed.

“Shut up,” you took his face in your hands, feeling the pleasant roughness of his scruff against your skin. “You’re beautiful, Din.” He blushed at your words. Blushed. You had felt quite accomplished, making a bounty hunter get flustered. He seemed to recover quickly, however, gently pushing you onto the bed and sealing your lips with his in a bruising kiss that was incomparable to any other feeling in the world.

-

“You fall asleep there, mesh’la?” Din’s rough voice, still deep from his tired state, broke your thoughts. The brush of his lips against yours as you spoke left trails of tingles, and you suddenly felt more sated than ever.

“Sorry, I guess I really am tired.”

“Is my kissing really that bad?” His hand splayed over the back of your thigh, gently teasing. You smiled.

“That’s why we practice.” You returned in jest, and he raised an eyebrow in amusement. You rested a hand on his chest, the other combing through the hair at the nape of his neck. The humor in his expression faded into a soft, adoring look that melted your heart. Stars, you loved this man. And he clearly loved you.

“You’re a little brat sometimes, you know that?” He bumped his nose against yours affectionately. In any other situation that would have gotten you all riled up, but you were simply too tired. Yet, you still reveled in the feeling of his rough hand sliding up your shirt to rest on your bare skin under the loose tunic covering your body. This was nothing more than chaste, Din often slept with his hand shoved up your shirt or resting somewhere to feel the warmth of your soft skin. It kept him grounded and soothed him enough to fall asleep for hours holding you without worry. He grabbed your hand, bringing it to his mouth for a gentle kiss against your palm. “Sometimes I don’t know how I deal with you.”

“With great difficulty,” you grinned. “And the kid likes me.”

“He loves you,” Din corrected. He laced your fingers together and pressed another kiss to your knuckles. “We both do.” Warmth ran through you, and you returned his sentiment. “Let’s get to bed, cyare. You can barely keep your eyes open anymore.”

--

mando’a translations:

cyar’ika: darling, sweetheart

cyare: beloved, loved

mesh’la: beautiful

[anggecity]

Heneral Luna, a movie review

By chance I was able to check out the full movie in Youtube; I had always looked forward for free time to watch this and another movie, Goyo: Ang Batang Heneral. But this one came first; better late than nothing!

Heneral Luna is a biopic of the titular historical figure, Antonio Luna. While it has placed a disclaimer at first that certain parts were added—the film has used creative deviations to highlight certain nuances which, we may know or not, would have been in their minds and hidden sentiments before. 

The nuances were not all-serious; certain scenes provided ample comic relief or surprise factors that would likely refuse a sleepy watcher from dozing off completely.

There lies a lace of intimacy which easily captures a contemporary perspective, even if some of the scenes were fictitious or “composites”.

 The differences of customs before and now would have made it akin to a moving still, but naturalness was clearly evoked with the choice of angles and points-of-views.

But it is not the naturalness per se that made the film pop; it is how it shows what can be considered an act of heroism with the humanness—the fragility, after all, of the characters. How Luna's character was depicted—hotheaded or composed at his will—is a plausible representation of who he was in his day, based on contemporary perspectives. 

The character and scene depictions faithfully followed those of the archival images and records, though there are a few inaccuracies such as Fort Santiago lacking its second floor structure and the sculpture (Fortsan lost this structure after World War II) and the fiber clothing being replaced with modern alternatives (the fabrics are apparently machine-embroidered see-throughs). Inconsistencies shall not be perceived as mere errors; the point here is about authenticity weighed with practicality. This, regardless, is a notable move which I think raises the standard even higher for Filipino historical fillms.

Exterior vistas were depicted but not at best, as the current state of Philippine heritage, and the railroad at Northern Luzon being defunct would barely permit such extensive creative liberty. Such a workaround by recreating interiors proved to be an impressive alternative. Though still, the lack of exteriors felt low-key alienating.

Overall, the props are given a sense of life and the production managed to compensate strategically with structural interiors relevant at that time and logical blocking making the height assumptions seem right.

Aside from depicting the titular character without the glossy “hero” branding, I think the best asset of Heneral Luna lies on creativity within the box coming from outside.

The film also shows glimpses of other aspects of Luna's life and relations, from his family to fellow illustrados—Filipinos of his time who were upperclassmen, enlightened, and had opportunities to study abroad.  In this short time, the brief recount appears to be a coalescence of a dreamlike state and a dialogue, and is a wink to a closeness between the brothers Antonio and Juan.

The dialogues and solo shots alternating in the film reinforced a sense of life, that beyond the colorized photo color grading, this is a person that once lived that is breathing beneath the big screen, and he was more than a brilliant military tactician.

The full movie is posted in TBA Studios’ Youtube if you wish to check it out. 

I do not own any of the screencaps, though those also happen to be my favorite scenes. (I just did not include one which is a very brilliant choice of blocking and allegory; see it for yourself!)

[blainesebastian]

title: lay me down ship: sebastian smythe / blaine anderson rating: PG summary: anon request for sleepy!blaine (aka my one true love other than making seblaine cry). also based on this post about sleepy intimacy sos notes: hating titles recently alsdkfjd thanks to everyone who is supporting me, it means a lot. i feel like all my time has been dedicated to work since i started back. so i appreciate the love, support and patience <333 

Sebastian doesn’t know what it is with the New York city subway recently but he swears the metro system is somehow plotting against him. That, or it’s Kurt, but even that feels a little farfetched. Blaine’s decided that he wants to be friends with his ex again and Sebastian keeps his lips firmly zipped tight on that idea but he supposes he can’t quite blame his boyfriend for wanting to make peace when they end up on the same Broadway show together.

The universe really is that bitch.

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[wordywarriorwrites]

Chapter 20: Evermore

Masterlist: The Boss of Brooklyn  A03 Story Link Author: @wordywarriorwrites​ Summary: When it comes to being The Boss, James Buchanan “JB” Barnes rules with an iron fist. For him, there’s no room for sentiment, and certainly no time for distraction, even if it is in the form of an old flame. Steve Rogers had bowed out of the life a long time ago, but a twist of fate brings him right back into the fold, and face-to-face with a man he once loved. When a game of cat and mouse turns into a matter of life and death, both will be forced to decide whether they’ll be loyal to the business, or faithful to each other. A/N: Bucky Barnes Mob Boss AU. Stucky. For: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Star’s Multi-Fandom Follower Celebration with the prompt, “Why did you do it?” & @sherrybaby14 Sherry’s Fall Into You Challenge with the prompt, “Show me. Prove that you can handle me.” Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content, illegal activities. *Re-blogs are welcome. Plagiarism isn’t. *

One Month Later…

The Tuileries and Carousel Gardens, adjacent to the Louvre, between the museum and the Place de la Concorde – that’s where Mason tried to convince Steve to meet him for the final time.

It was a very public and neutral spot, but there was nothing impersonal about the situation they’d found themselves in. Mason had explained the photographs and made recompense to Bucky, and for the sake of his own sanity, Steve accepted it, and felt the subject was closed. Mason, on the other hand, believed they had unfinished business to discuss, and wanted to talk about it in person.

As Steve stared out at the view of the Eiffel Tower, Mason went on speaking, and pointed out the facts as he saw them. He believed they were good together, the attraction was mutual, and in the short time they’d been in each other’s company, they’d been happy. To him, it was as simple as that, and he couldn’t understand why Steve would choose to give it up so precipitously.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Steve told him. “And you won’t change my mind.”  

The hedged response hung in the air for some time before Mason called out the proverbial elephant in the room. He asked if he was going back to Brooklyn to be with Bucky, and since Steve still respected him enough to be honest, he didn’t lie. Mason was a tenacious man, but he wasn’t ignorant, and he didn’t press for further explanation.

“Tu retournes chercher ton cœur,” he bemoaned. “I cannot be angry at you for that.”

The conversation ended as amicably as he could’ve ever hoped for, and when Steve hung up the phone, he was suddenly hit with a mixture of relief and apprehension. He wasn’t just leaving France and what might’ve been; he was returning home to the unknown, and the uncertainty of it all was overwhelming.

He and Bucky and been in a bubble. Two weeks of in-patient observation, two weeks of out-patient recovery, and a final post-op physical to determine whether or not he was well enough to travel. A month of nothing more than one-on-one talking, listening, and getting used to each other all over again.

Steve had nearly forgotten what it was like to be so in tune with someone, and there were moments when he would look at Bucky and feel as if there had been no time, distance, or animosity between them. They had never been nor would they ever be strangers, and their shared experiences had bonded them in profound, inexplicable ways, but they weren’t delusional about the effort they’d have to put into making it work. They’d hurt each other severely, and neither of them could erase that pain or rebuild several years’ worth of trust overnight, but the true test of their mettle would be when they got back to Brooklyn…

A soft knock on the adjoining door brought Steve back to himself. He called out that it was open, and a moment later, the subject of his thoughts stepped out on the balcony.

Bucky excitedly declared the doctors gave him a clean bill of health. Steve nodded at the good news, which was followed up by Bucky stating they could leave as soon as that very evening. He must’ve made a noncommittal sound, because the following morning was also deemed acceptable.

“Or we could stay forever,” he offered nonchalantly. “I could become a Moulin Rouge dancer, and you can, I don’t know – paint nude portraits of Frenchmen with their poodles.”

Steve turned to him and furrowed his brow, “I’m sorry - what?”

Bucky laughed and shook his head, “You worried about going home?”

“Honestly? Yeah, I am.”

The Families and the West Indies were still very sore subjects, but they hadn’t tip-toed around them. Bucky knew Steve didn’t want to fall back into old habits and Steve knew Bucky had to get back to running the business that had been sorely neglected in his absence. Playtime was well and truly over, and pretty soon, choices would need to be made that would impact them both.

“We don’t have to figure it all out right away.”

“You know that’s not true. They’re going to expect--”

“The decision isn’t theirs to make,” Bucky interjected bluntly. “And the seat will remain vacant until you say you want it back or you tell me to fill it.”

“And you think they’ll just accept that?” Steve countered.

“They’ll do what I fucking tell them to do.”

An unwavering declaration and an absolute unwillingness to bend – a terse retort that was both the long and the short of it. Bucky had essentially issued a blank check with no void date, and in the event of a battle, he’d be colonel, cavalry, and cannon fodder. A Boss always shouldered the brunt of the weight, and until Steve decided he wanted to carry a share of it, a debate was pointless.

He let Bucky know that he preferred to return to New York the following day, and once the itinerary was finalized, Bucky declared he reeked of hospital chemicals, and wanted to take a shower. After so many weeks of being a de-facto caretaker, Steve followed on reflex. He entered Bucky’s bedroom on autopilot, headed straight for the bathroom, gathered towels, turned on the water, and put down the bathmat.

Like an old-school English valet, Steve undressed Bucky with impartiality that had been easy to maintain because of the discomfort it caused and the need to be mindful of the wounds. Shoes, socks, jacket, tie, belt, pants, and shirt – practice had made the process efficient, but when Bucky dropped his boxers without warning, and invited him to join him in the shower, the detachment Steve had sensibly developed nearly evaporated.

“Please,” Bucky insisted.  

Steve could’ve ignored the entreaty had he not met Bucky’s eyes and saw it wasn’t sex he was after this time. A blatant, vulnerable expression had bled across his features, and the emotion was too real and raw to put words to. Steve knew just by the set of Bucky’s jaw and the way he held his breath that he didn’t want to be coddled or nursed anymore.

Getting undressed and beneath the spray had been the easy part. The dimness of the heat lamp; the steam within the glass enclosure; the complexity of intimacy; and the simplicity of a familiar and welcomed touch – it was a different kind of nakedness and it exposed them both.  

French, triple-milled soap rinsed down the drain and the Egyptian cotton bath sheets were forgotten on the floor at the foot of the bed. They settled into the double king-sized mattress, beneath a down comforter, and atop of too many damn pillows. Bucky rested on his side, back pressed to his chest, and Steve couldn’t stop himself from placing a protective hand over the still-healing injuries.

Bucky’s contented sigh was what Steve fell asleep to, and when he woke several hours later, darkness had fallen, but the room was subtly glowing. The glimmering light from the Eiffel Tower had created sparkled patterns over the ceiling, walls, and bed, but the splendor wasn’t what held his attention.

Blankets kicked off, flat on his stomach, and face buried in a pillow – a repose that was wholly innocent and utterly tempting. The rich scent of Bucky’s soft skin, the warmth of his body, and the reassuring sound of his every inhale and exhale -- he was painfully stunning and completely captivating, and even without asking, Steve could sense he’d also been wakened by the light show.

“Does this happen every night?” Bucky muttered.

Steve made a noise in the affirmative and Bucky let out a huff of annoyance. Bare skin cradled by golden light flexed and moved across the sheets, and he listened and observed as Bucky stretched and groaned beside him. Dark, unkempt hair gave way to a furrowed brow and sleepy eyes, but Steve’s amorous perusal was brought to an end when he abruptly rolled away, grabbed the blanket, and covered himself from shoulders to toes.

Though they were mere inches apart, Bucky’s actions had put a discernable, unspoken distance between them. He’d hidden both his expression and his body, and when the lights of the Tower finally stopped glittering, the room dimmed considerably, and the tension turned palpable.

“I want you,” Steve rasped into the darkness.

“Do you?”

There was no trace of brashness in his voice; if anything, he brooded, as if he were unsure whether or not the passion Steve had for him had somehow lessened. Their journey had left them both shaken and broken, but the one thing Steve knew for sure was that his desire for Bucky had never been lost along the way. He responded to the question not with words, but with deliberate action, and started by pushing the covers down and out of the way.  

Steve roved his palms and tongue purposefully and hungrily from the crook of Bucky’s neck to the base of his spine. When Steve rolled him onto his back, he repeated the process, and reclaimed Bucky’s body. Steve buried his teeth into his abs, coaxed bruises from the flesh of his hipbones, and used his hands and mouth until he beckoned gut-wrenched pleas of mercy that prompted Steve to release him long enough to issue a guttural demand.

“Come for me, Buck,” he ordered lowly. “Come for me right now.”

Bucky’s surrender and his orgasm hadn’t just been a physical release; it seemed to free him from whatever doubts he may have had and revived his confidence. He basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before he got up, rushed to the bathroom, and returned with a bottle of lube and a handful of condoms.

Both were tossed down in the middle of the mattress, and Steve’s heart raced when Bucky crawled back into bed, and kissed him until his brain shorted out. The force and intensity of it sent him falling back against the pillows, and he couldn’t help but moan as Bucky sucked hard on his tongue and stroked his erection from base to tip.

“Nobody else is allowed to have you,” Bucky panted as he issued a sharp bite to his lower lip. “And I will kill anyone who tries to hurt you or take you from me.”  

The possessive assertion was punctuated with a particularly tight squeeze, and the highhandedness continued with hot, open-mouthed licks and nips that blazed a path down his chin, to the base of his throat, and across his chest.

Steve was completely lost in the officious tenor of Bucky’s voice and caress, and by the time he opened the lube and really started working him over, Steve was painfully hard, and hanging on by a thread. Bucky continued to take his time, used his fingers with pitiless and relentless accuracy, and didn’t roll on a condom until he was wrecked and had all but blathered and begged for it.

Situated on his knees, Bucky nudged his thighs wide apart, and guided himself inside until he was seated deep. Bucky intertwined their hands and pinned Steve’s arms above his head. Chest-to-chest; eyes locked and focused; an unhurried rock and roll of hips; heady, potent kisses that left them both breathless and a little dizzy. Steve hovered with Bucky over the precipice -- desperate, unafraid, and more than ready and willing to fall -- and when he did, Bucky fell right along with him.  

“I love you,” Bucky whispered against the shell of his ear.

Steve closed his eyes and let out a ragged breath, “I love you, too.”

Translations: Tu retournes chercher ton cœur – You’re going back for your heart.

Epilogue: The Bosses

Everything: @jennmurawski13​ @nerdy-bookworm-1998​

Steve Rogers: @patzammit @hearttoearth​ The Boss of Brooklyn: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ @jamesbarnesappreciationsociety​ @captain-rogers-beard​ @lilliannaansalla

[auggie-hunter]

the questionnaire~

who rocks the ferris wheel seat, and who flips out and begs them to stop?

neither. too busy making out.

who is always horny and will have any place, any time?

auggie. he’s always game for a quickie at any given moment. any. given. moment.

“wait, here?” teddy gasps and giggles against his lips as he kisses her.

“mhm,” he nods.

and so what if they’re the ones having slutty coat room sex at someone else’s wedding. so what.

who is more into taking showers/baths together? who tries to make it relaxing and who gets handsy?

they both are. something about showers and baths together really ticks the intimacy box for them. but believe it or not, teddy is the one to get handsy in the shower/bath.

“so i was thinking,” she starts, shifting her weight in the tub. she swivels around, careful not to slosh too much water around as she straddles his lap

his hands easily find her hips as she eases closer. “so you were thinking...” he echos with a nod.

her left hand rests at the base of his neck, while her right glides down and into the water between them. “i have nowhere to be for the next hour, so maybe,” she takes him in her hand. “we could make it worth our while.”

who likes to walk around the house naked, and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

neither, really. they usually keep whatever space they’re in comfortably chilly so as to be wrapped up in sweatshirts and cardigans. sweatpants and socks and heavy blankets. cozy.

however, they are huge fans of being naked together. huge. top two on the list, probably.

who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

auggie. 

(but teddy will be nudging him to scoot over not 30 minutes later and crawling onto the couch and under the throw blanket beside him. “what you said really hurt.”

and auggie will just wrap her up in his arms and kiss her head. “i’m sorry. it was uncalled for. i didn’t mean it.” and he’ll kiss her head three more times and tell her how much he adores her and they both sleep on the couch because the idea of sleeping apart sucks to even think about. call them codependent)

who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

teddy tends to take photos of auggie because auggie rarely sleeps. let me clarify. auggie’s a very excitable human, and will stay up and about for most things. because of this, he is always tired and falling asleep at inopportune times, and (teddy’s favorite) adorable ones.

(like the time he fell asleep while trying to stay up for a 24-hour stream and she had to inconspicuously wake him without getting caught on camera.

she did take proper photo evidence and post it on his instagram before he woke up. puppy filter and all)

who said “i love you” first?

teddy. it outright took his breath away. 

who ends their arguments in a fight with “because i love you”?

teddy.

auggie has a lot of anxiety. he’s been working on it, but he’s also made his peace with the fact that a portion of it will remain unresolved, and will be something he just feels and deals with. kinda like white noise. it’s a dead parents thing. whatever.

the point is, it happens less and less when it comes to teddy the longer they’re together, but he goes through deep pockets where he needs reassurance.

because he thinks, no knows teddy graham is the very sun in the sky that the planets revolve around, that she hung the moon and all the stars, and there’s absolutely no possible way on this earth he could ever be good enough for her. that he or something would inevitably fuck this up.

she’s gotten pissed off at him about it only once their entire relationship. but they’d been going through a rough patch with schedules not lining up, and not enough hours in the day to make long distance work, so it’d been a pot of emotions on the verge of boiling over. she’d shouted at him to stop doubting her. that if she hadn’t left yet it’s because she wasn’t planning to. “because i love you!”

he’d felt awful that day. because that’s the last thing he wanted to make her feel. and he’d promised her he’d work on it.

but they don’t tend to argue. their conversations are softer, more compassionate.

“hey,” she grabs his hands “i’m not going anywhere.” pressing kisses to each of his knuckles, she glances up at him. “because i love you, okay?”

they do annoy each other though. quite a bit. sometimes for fun.

who likes to wear the other’s clothes?

teddy loves to wear auggie’s sweatshirts to run errands if it’s something she doesn’t have to get dressed up for. or around the house she’ll grab a shirt or button up. she once wore a flannel of his to record a music special.

they also wear her merch around the house. free clothes and whatnot.

who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

teddy for sure. auggie’s more about letting her sleep, but teddy always wakes him up to share. good dreams, bad ones, crazy ideas, good news, song ideas… her imagination is always going, going, going.

who is more likely to cheat?

on each other? truly? neither. they’d faster cheat on other people for each other. and that sounds cliché and almost fiction, but it isn’t that it’s that they both genuinely like and love each other. cheating doesn’t fit in that box.

who starts a food fight in the kitchen?

probably auggie. though teddy has been known to throw flour.

who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

teddy. auggie will be humming something to himself and she’ll jump in as off-key as possible.

“you’re the oates to my hall, baby,” teddy says, swinging him with her around the kitchen island. “the garfunkel to my simon.”

“oh, so you’re just gonna full on side-kick me now?”

“i’m down on a daydream!” she sings loudly, and okay, maybe the brunch mimosas had been a little more champagne than orange juice that morning. “but that sleepwalk should be over by now, i know!”

auggie throws his head back laughing and he can’t help but grab her face and just kiss her.

objectively, teddy is the better singer. but, and he will deny this, she thinks auggie sounds beautiful in the shower.

who starts the hand holding? who grabs the other's butt? who slides their arm around their waist? who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

the hand holding is somewhat mutual. it kind of happens naturally. they gravitate toward one another to begin with. some… fucking weird energy thing, his sister frannie would say. it was actually visible between them.

the butt touching is totally teddy, and it happens a few dates in when she accidentally has a bit too much wine at dinner. she grabs his ass on the way back to the car. “small but mighty.”

they laughed for a solid ten minutes.

of course, that then meant free reign for him to return the favor. respectfully. but also at will. and gosh was he grateful.

the arm around the waist is auggie, but he’s a very physical person. always pulling her closer, touching her back, anything to feel her right there with him.

who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

auggie, who is already kinda handsy and forward when it comes to sex with teddy, gets handsier when he’s been drinking and his voice is like 2 octaves deeper than usual.

but teddy’s a master at seducing him. like she’s read every book on how to turn him into a putty in her hands. he thinks she finds it fun. no, he knows she does. he knows every outfit she keeps for it. hmph.

she might be louder though. for sure.

who is more protective?

auggie is wildly protective of teddy. her heart, her world, her happiness. and takes it really personally when that’s threatened in any way. but teddy’s really protective of auggie’s feelings. in a healthy way. but she’s always there to catch him if he falls. she’d also go to war for him. in a heartbeat.

who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

not necessarily while they’re sleeping because if it ever starts, the other tends to wake up. but they do talk a lot. unless they’re wiped from exhaustion.

who drives and who has the window seat?

teddy insists on driving most of the time. she enjoys it, and implies he can’t drive. it’s a lie, of course. he’s the better driver.

(“are not.”

“baby.”

“you’re not, though.”)

who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

auggie tends to be the one to fall asleep in her lap. he’s usually the one falling asleep first if his insomnia’s been acting up.

it’s the most rain new york has gotten all year, she observes from her place where she rests against the corner of the couch. the dreariest darkest afternoon they’ve seen in a while. the apartment is dim despite it being just after 2pm that sunday afternoon.

she’s kind of sleepy and could probably go for a nap. but she’d already thrown off her sleep schedule by letting auggie con her into smoking and staying up to watch all of doom patrol. while fun and great, it turned into distracting hands under throw blankets, which turned into 5am, thus making her want to sleep now but she’d just managed to fix what early quarantine had broken.

they’d need to set a new boundary on this friends with benefits thing.

time. sleep. rest.

but then again, who was she kidding? he could say jump and she’d ask how high and never stop. he didn’t know that though. they’d agreed on not going there for the sake of their friendship. that it was just sex. whenever, but still. just sex.

she glances down at him where he’s fast asleep arms wrapped around her midsection, head resting comfortably against her abdomen, lulled by the sound of the rain coming through the open window. and she’s looked at his face a hundred times, but like this, her heart flutters, and she can feel the way she just fully adores him like this.

she can’t help but smile to herself, and sighs. she needs to get over him. and fast. of course, all this weird intimacy they insist on maintaining just because they’ve spent all this time indoors together isn’t going to help that.

she threads her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at the back of his head. “hey, go to your bed,” she says softly. “you fell asleep.”

“mm.” he doesn’t budge and her smile widens. she lightly tugs at his ear. “ow.”

“bed.”

he grumbles without another word, and if she’s wistful as she watches him go to his room, she’ll deny it.

who cuts the other's hair?

that’s not a risk they’ve been willing to take just yet.

who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?

if auggie’s feeling particularly confident (usually after a few drinks), he can swing it. otherwise, he’s not great at it.

teddy’s usually the one sending encouraging messages though.

(“yeah, you don’t send me any cause you’re always sending them to darby and ravi.”

“that’s true. but i love you more than them.”

“that’s actually debatable.”)

who thinks they are not good enough for the other’s love? and who’s more afraid of losing the other?

read the anxiety question above.

who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen?

teddy definitely. but auggie will every once in a while. slide her around the kitchen at two in the morning by the light of the refrigerator.

who kissed first?

auggie kissed teddy first. bit the bullet before he lost his nerve. and then he just never stopped.

who orders take out at two in the morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

who writes love songs about the other? do they sing the songs they write for them?

if teddy could write every song in the world about him she absolutely would. but yes, she writes most of the love songs and most of them are about him or to do with him or about dreams they’ve planned together.

there’s a world in which he gives creative input, basically a song writing duo, but he takes no credit. “all the magic is yours anyway, i’m just a sounding board.”

of course, he gets wildly emotional about it, and the way she expresses herself when it comes to him, because again, for the millionth time, he can’t believe her.

who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

not necessarily embarrassed, but auggie typically only wears his glasses at home, so until they live together, it’s rare she sees him in them. she does think he looks cute in them.

which is great because he’s blind as a bat.

who likes to nuzzle their head into their partner’s chest?

teddy. at her coziest. if she could live there, she would.

how many and what colours are the blankets they like to snuggle in?

four or five, at least two of which have been knit by teddy herself. the colors are usually on the softer side, neutrals, navy, dusty pinks. and a blanket crosby brought teddy from a trip to thailand years ago they’ve piled into the mix.

who runs up and hugs their partner and who stands arms wide open to catch their partner?

teddy runs. auggie catches her. every time.

eight months. it’d been eight months since he’d seen her outside of a screen. eight months since he’d held her, touched her, kissed her.

eight months without her. all for the sake of democracy or whatever bullshit.

auggie had been starting to doubt how much longer he could do this without her. and the truth of the matter is deep in his bones he knew he’d wait forever, even at freshly eighteen, he just knew he’d wait for this girl forever and a day.

he’s shifting his weight from the balls of his feet to his heels, hands tucked anxiously into his pocket as he waits at the guest area. her flight had landed and she’d sent him a text saying she hadn’t checked a bag and that she’d be out soon, which meant she’d be here soon.

whether it’s the nerves or the excitement, he isn’t sure, but he might throw up.

but he doesn’t have time to process it, because not a second later, a whirlwind of blonde hair, pink lips and a soft blue dress was running toward him.

and just as her carry-on bag smacks the ground, he catches her in his arms, pressing his lips to hers.

“i missed you so much,” she sniffles, lips finding his once more.

would they rather go on a romantic date or a laid back date? explain why.

any date uninterrupted is a dream date for them. and they could make any moment romantic.

he stumbles some, but somehow manages to regain his composure, even if it means he leans on her a little more than intended.

teddy’s arm around his torso squeezes some, knowing that steadying him means steadying both of them. “you’re so drunk,” she mutters, head tilting onto his shoulder.

auggie scoffs, but ends up laughing in the process, the arm he has around her shoulders squeezing her tight. “babe, it’s two in the morning and you’re wearing sunglasses; don’t—” he giggles. “—don’t call me out for being drunk.”

she grins and giggles herself, the cat-eye style of her sunglasses adding to her mirth. “i calls ‘em like i sees ‘em.”

“you ‘calls ‘em’ huh?”

“shh.” she’s on her toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and readjusts his sunglasses in the process.

joy dripped off them like warm light. her heels hung off the fingertips of his left hand and over his shoulder, having traded them for his sneakers. he offered, and would probably have to throw out his socks once their night was done, but he truly couldn’t care less. not when he had all of this around him.

“okay, listen.” she took a sip from the bottle of champagne she was holding before holding it out to him.

“i’m listening.” he lets her go to take a drink, the bubbles no longer tingly against his cheeks.

“you know we can’t stay here for 39 more days, right?”

he furrows his brow, unsure of what she means by that, though it’s taking quite a bit to connect most complex thoughts that aren’t about teddy graham at the moment.

“to get married. you have to live in paris for like 40 days in order to get married here.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“wait, why not?”

“auggie. baby. focus.”

“sorry, let’s sit.” he laughs and holds out his elbow for her to take, leading her to an empty bench just up the way. plopping down on the end, he draws her down to his lap. teddy sits sideways and chooses to extend her legs onto the rest of the bench, crossing her feet at her ankles. his shoes look huge in the distance.

“we can’t stay here.” she pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “the world’s not looking good and i kinda don’t wanna get stuck here.”

auggie nods in agreement. “fair point. so what do we do? do we wait?”

she sighs and grabs the bottle from him, taking a sip before setting it down between her thigh and the back of the bench, next to her shoes. “i don’t wanna wait.” she kisses him. “we’ve waited so long for everything,” she groans, her frustration evident.

he gives her the tiniest of smiles and presses a kiss to her temple, lingering for a long beat. he gets it, of course he does.

“let’s wake daily up.”

his eyes widen as he wraps his arm around her. “no.”

“no?”

“no, she’ll be pissed,” he chuckles. “i already woke her up once to find you, i don’t think i’d survive a second night of interrupting her sleep.”

teddy laughs, full belly laughs, and he can’t help but join her. they might have to lay off the champagne soon, but they can worry about that later. “daily is ordained.” she curls into his chest. “she’s the only way we can leave paris married.”

he leans forward, resting his forehead on her shoulder. “starting my first official day as a member of your family by getting murdered. cool.”

she smiles, dropping a kiss atop his head, hints of his shampoo wafting into her nose. “is that a yes?”

“i gave you my shoes; a real no for you doesn’t exist in my vocabulary.” he gently kicks his socked feet to make a point.

“first of all, you offered and insisted, and second, you should be proud of yourself for saying vocabluary.”

“vocabluary?” he picks his head up, amusement coloring his features.

she’s kissing him then, both hands pressed against his cheeks. “come on, let’s go get married before you start feeling over-dramatic and change your mind on me.” she swings her legs over and stands, holding her hands out to him.

“never, ever, in my life.” he takes her hands and stands.

“oh, sure. like you didn’t just fly across the ocean cause you missed me even though you just saw me. the level of drama is staggering.”

“i didn’t.” he shakes his head and grabs her shoes and the near empty bottle of champagne. “i had business.” he takes a swig before handing her the last of it.

“in paris?” she giggles and sips the rest, tossing the empty bottle in a nearby trash can before he wraps his arm around her so they can start to walk.

“mhm. i had to pick up my wife.” she hip checks him and he grins. “all the more reason for you to know i’m not changing my mind.”

“i know. all your drama is reserved for how much you love me and how you have to make a big deal about that all the time. softy.” she presses a kiss to his hand resting over her shoulder. “doesn’t mean i can’t make fun of you for it.”

“i like a gesture.” he shrugs.

“yes, you do. it’s cute.”

teddy grins, wide and bright, and he squeezes her tight. “you’re cute.”

who still gets butterflies after years of dating?

they both do. there are a lot of reasons for which their relationship has had to take a backseat, so every moment they do get to spend together is cherished. and when it becomes permanent, it feels brand new every day.

who is the one who makes their partner laugh so much that their face hurts?

despite how cool they both come across, they’re both actually spectacularly dorky and goofy and ridiculous. so they’re always laughing about something dumb or silly or an inside joke they remember all the time, especially at very inopportune times.

(”we ran out of a funeral once.”

“aug, don’t remind me, i’m still ashamed.”

“well, it was either that or we had a laughing fit in there.”

“we’re monsters.”

“i feel like the dead parents club gives you morbid privileges by association.”)

who accidentally drinks too much caffeine and who has to deal with their partner bouncing off the walls?

auggie already has too much coffee to begin with, but when he has too much caffeine he’s a bouncy ball off concrete walls.

where is a special place they hold close to their hearts? why is it special?

paris. whenever they’ve allowed themselves to think of a place where they want to be together, to dream about where everything would be perfect, it’s paris.

walking along the seine, seeing the eiffel tower, watching the sunset on a rooftop, seeing the art at the louvre

(“being the art at the louvre.”

“auggie.”

“you are though.”)

she proposes before one of her paris shows.

they wake up her sister in the middle of the night to officiate their marriage before they’re back in the states.

there’s just something about paris that’s everything and more to them.

who has awful taste in music?

not awful, but auggie probably likes more questionable music.

“unironically listening to nickelback isn’t a bad thing, you’re all just haters.”

which one of them is the meme lover?

auggie loves a good meme. he loves making memes also. and making memes about teddy as a goof.

how did their second date go?

terrible. they’d wanted each other for so long they didn’t know what to do now that they had each other so they were so nervous they ruined it.

(”you didn’t ruin it.”

“i didn’t talk all night!”

“well, at least you didn’t spill wine all over your dress.”

“it wasn’t that bad!”

“i could never wear it anymore.”)

of course, the apology that followed and the makeup date more than made up for it.

how many children do they want/have?

depends on if they ever stop going at it like bunny rabbits. no, but three. honorable, beautiful mention to their son, lip.

who is the better dancer?

natural dancer? auggie. still a klutz though. teddy is a terrible dancer, but she’s become great at choreography. she also does not care.

do/did they have a theme wedding?

no. they eloped, actually. got married together in secret. they did have a party though after to celebrate with family. no theme though. 

what do their parents think of them dating?

teddy’s parents love auggie. they think he’s sweet, and kinda dorky. but he’s as dorky as their sweet girl and they love that about him. they’re especially delicate about being parents to him. not replacing or overstepping, but reminding him he’s their son now, too.

are they a super sappy couple?

severely. nauseating. but in a really endearing way. refreshing almost.

who asked the other to get married?

teddy proposed seconds before she went on stage.

who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes?

auggie stays up too late, and teddy makes stupid jokes.

who is the nerd?

auggie

who knows the most obscure facts?

auggie.

who makes the other a flower crown?

teddy (and cardigans and blankets and mittens and hats and scarves)

who likes to read?

teddy. she reads constantly.

who bothers the other person while the other person reads?

auggie. very adorable. very annoying.

do they have similar taste in movies?

yeah, for the most part. they’re both into classic comedies. auggie does love a superhero/comic book movie though.

how do their personalities complement each other?

teddy is bright and loud and awkward and unapologetically herself. auggie is bright but more reserved unless in good company and definitely second guesses himself more. but they do a great job of catching each other wherever they need, if that makes sense. filling in the blanks, combining all the puzzle pieces, yin to yang.

how do they tell everyone that they are going to be having a kid/adopting a child soon?

the minute they’re in the clear about things being safe. especially after lip. they do get creative with sharing their news, though. and it’s always cute.

who has better fashion sense?

teddy for sure. she can create an entire look from a color. auggie dresses well, but well for him.

who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

auggie. no question.

what songs do they sing together in the car?

depends on the mood. sometimes oldies, sometimes the radio will just play. sometimes loud with all the windows down.

who likes to prank the other?

auggie came from a house of pranks, so he loves pranking her. 

who is the one who loves to take pictures?

teddy likes a random selfie here and there, but auggie likes having his camera out during quiet moments to catch her unaware. not often, because their private moments are sacred. but every once in a while.

how would they react if they found out they were soul mates?

they wouldn’t be surprised. it’d be the missing piece of the puzzle.

where would they live?

depends. sometimes new york. sometimes suburbia. sometimes an estate up in maine. sometimes paris is the way to go. wherever the other one is, really.

what type of dragon would they own, if they could have one?

probably like drogon targaryen. protective, and only trusts them.

what would they dress up as, for halloween?

they have pretty creative costumes, usually comedic ones. wayne’s world. cosmo and wanda. dumb and dumber. juno and paulie bleeker when they were pregnant with rosie and briar cause they both got a kick of it (and cause she actually got to drink a gallon of sunny d… even if she puked it all later while he held her hair back)

there was one year they did nightwing and batgirl for allie’s superhero themed party and he absolutely dragged her out of there early because of the red wig.

can they name each other’s favourite food?

teddy would say auggie’s addiction to chinese takeout is borderline unhealthy.

“whoa, hey.”

“dude, it is.”

but probably italian after that summer he became obsessed with learning how to make homemade pasta and pasta sauce.

auggie would say desserts. sweet tooth galore for her.

do they have pet names for one another?

usually ‘ted’ and ‘aug’, but teddy has welcomed ‘baby’ into the mix. cause he’s her baby. he’ll let a ‘baby’ or ‘babe’ out here and there, but he usually just prefers ‘ted.’

teddy is also in the business of coming up with every pun on his name she can think of. snoop auggie aug and augustus gloop might still be her best work.

how do they cheer each other up?

distractions and affection. sometimes food. games. music.

do they show a lot of pda?

they don’t really makeout in public, but they are very physical. hand holding, hugs, back rubs. proximity is a security blanket for them.

how old were they when they got together?

depends on the universe, but anywhere between 15-22, usually with history.

can they do yoga couple’s poses?

no they’re a pair of klutzes. it’s ironic as hell.

what is their song?

such great heights - the postal service lover - teddy bea~

what does their room look like?

they usually have a big cozy bed, one allowing them room to stretch out and take up space, even though they end up in each other’s space nearly every single night.

their things are intertwined. her clothes with his. his toiletries near hers. there are pictures and art they both love, and the agreement that they wouldn’t have a tv in their room to enjoy each other and rest in there. 

relaxing colors. wood tones, soft greens. maybe a few plants. definitely a balcony with a view.

who would be the one to kill zombies while the other keeps them grounded?

auggie currently kills zombies while teddy keeps him grounded.

who makes the other breakfast in bed?

auggie makes breakfast in bed unless he’s slept in.

who loves kids more?

they’re both a pair of big kids themselves. so it’s pretty even. they adore kids.

do either of them have a crazy ex?

possibly? hm.

what are their favourite colours?

auggie likes shades of blue and green. teddy likes golden colors and pinks. 

who likes to cook?

they both do. they like to cook together. though teddy is more of a baker, and auggie is more of the savory chef. cooking’s cathartic for both of them, and definitely something they love to do together.

who is the forgetful one?

probably auggie.

does either of them know how to fight?

make (lots of) love not war. they’re the softest of humans. soft, soft, soft.

what do they do for valentine's day?

depends. usually any excuse to spend time together is nice. valentine’s day can be any old day for them. flowers though. making a dessert to eat together. maybe a weekend getaway.

who swears more?

auggie’s a fucking potty mouth.

who has the better comebacks?

teddy. for sure.

who would start a fight with another parent at a bake sale?

her brother crosby and his sister fiona.

who reads buzzfeed?

auggie. fanboy king.

who is the hopeless romantic?

teddy, but they’re both wildly romantic, almost in equal measure.

do either of them know how to do a handstand?

believe it or not, both of them.

who can rap better?

teddy.

“ollie might’ve disowned me if i didn’t learn.”

do either of them want to go skydiving?

god no.

“i mean, i might wanna try. north said it was fun.”

“and your name is not north oeste. it’s auggie hunter, and you’re not jumping out of a frickin plane.”

what do they usually text about?

missing each other. food ideas. teddy’s legs. reminders. whatever crazy idea bixby’s got going on. whatever insane idea allie’s got going on. date plans. i love yous. and teddy’s legs.

who is the dramatic one?

auggie.

is either one confrontational?

not particularly. they talk too much for heavy confrontation so fights are rare. they’re willing to fight for each other though. 

what is their favourite cuddle position?

auggie’s love language is physical touch. he likes to touch and be touched, so when it comes to cuddling, if he’s tired or sad or depressed, he’s for sure the one to rest his head in teddy’s lap for her to rub his head or back. but he’s also definitely happy to be the big spoon and wrap her up in his arms so there’s no space between them.

“can i tell you a secret?”

“let me guess, you were already married,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to where her bangs meet the rest of her hair, both arms wrapping around her shoulders.

“pfft.” she snuggles up into his chest, closing her eyes as she tucks her fingers under his left suspender.

“okay, that’s definitely not a no.” his hand trails over the bare skin of her upper back, pinky lightly gliding over where the fabric of her dress begins.

“you married me two weeks ago, keep up.” auggie hums in agreement. “also, there’s really hot lingerie under my dress right now...”

“oh?”

“but this dress has at least nine hundred and three buttons, and i know we wanted a party, but weddings are really tiring.” her voice is quiet and a little bit whiny.

“and you wanna take a nap,” he finishes.

“as badly as i wanna get into your pants.”

he laughs again, this time squeezing her a little bit tighter than before. “i promise i won’t tell anybody we took a nap on our wedding night if you won’t.” he smiles to himself, closing his own eyes as he drops another kiss atop her head.

she swoons.

who listens to more vulgar music?

pretty even. they’re not picky about that.

do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know?

no. they know everything. everything.

who is their go to couple for a double date?

eli and thayer, josie and ollie with daily and naomi, darby and north, or allie and frannie, though he’s still yet to figure out how he can manage to be the only one with the girlfriend in the bunch and still be the odd one out when those two are involved.

do they tip the waiter/waitress on their date?

absolutely.

how do they work out a fight?

sometimes they’ll need space just to let themselves cool off. saves them from saying something they don’t mean.

and then they talk. for hours.

who brings home an illegal pet?

neither of them. maybe teddy.

what side of the bed do each of them sleep on?

auggie on the right and teddy on the left. (or really, auggie closer to the window and teddy closer to the door)

what is their favorite photo of them two together?

it always changes but it’s a tie between them at disney and this random photo of them at an award show backstage.

she’d been wearing a pink cape over her shoulders, and sitting on top of the back of the couch in her green room after she got all her awards. and when he’d sat between her legs, she’d wrapped him up in it like a blanket and kissed his cheek. naomi caught it just in time.

who takes longer in the bathroom?

depends. usually teddy.

who has more songs on their ipod?

teddy.

what movie did they first see together?

stepbrothers.

what do they like to see each other in?

“nothing.”

“auggie.”

auggie prefers nothing, or really anything that shows off her legs. he really, really loves her legs. her ass too. all of her really, anyway…

“i like a tux. you look really good in a tux.”

who makes jokes at inappropriate times?

auggie.

at what age do they discuss the possibility of children?

i think they just know they want kids, and it comes about as a “when we have kids” kind of moment. and neither of them question it because there’s no objection. there’s also the fact that the first time she gets pregnant catches them both by surprise.

what do they love about each other the most?

auggie loves how much teddy loves. her heart is enormous and the amount of love that pours out of her at any given moment takes his breath away. she’s there for all her friends and family no questions asked, and the way she loves him, and the way she takes care of him, he could’ve never imagined he’d ever deserve a love like that.

she’s his loving, perfect little goofball.

teddy loves how much auggie cares about stuff. he’s so excitable and bright eyed and he has every reason to be jaded but just isn’t. not really. not in the ways it counts. he just loves things and people and comes at them with the excitement of the very first day.

and that smile of his. she’ll do anything to see him smile. that… wow. yeah.

who is the one that sees the big picture, while the other focuses on the small details?

teddy sees the big picture always. she’s patient like that. auggie focuses on the details. it’s why he can spiral, and how she can make sure he doesn’t.

what would they write on their partner’s social media for their anniversary?

vlauggie: no idea where you came from or what i did to deserve you, but life with you is pretty amazing. (and then a picture of teddy baking in the kitchen with her back turned)

teddybea: for sure my favorite human. (with a video of him playing a vr game he didn’t know she was recording)

who is bad at math?

teddy. math sucks.

who googles everything?

auggie probably. but he’s always connected to something so it’s a habit at this point.

who does stuff on impulse?

also auggie. anxiety. and low patience. he talks about allie, but he’s worse, just less vocal.

(“okay that’s a lie, nobody is like allie. nobody.”)

how do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation?

there’s a lot of holding and cuddling for comfort. sometimes they just sit in silence in front of the fireplace. or they’ll lie on the floor. they like the floor. there’s a lot of thinking done on the floor.

what is an inside joke they have?

if there’s a secret room they’ve likely hooked up in it. not sure if that’s an inside joke but there ya go.

just for you

who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

teddy just has to breathe and auggie is smiling for the rest of the day.

what is their favourite holiday?

probably christmas because they’re two big kids. and there’s something really wondrous about christmas lights. for all the times they’ve been apart on holidays, christmas has always been the one they’ve had to figure out how to make their own.

they like to lie side by side under the christmas tree and look up at the lights and dream.

who is the one that is calm and collected while the other is angry and destructive?

they’re both pretty calm and collected for the most part. he’s definitely the one to lose his head first, though.

what is their favourite board game to play?

classic? clue. though they go through a chess phase after the queen’s gambit. also life. not technically a board game, but taboo. but their brains are connected, so people hate playing with them.

who has the car ready while the other is robbing the store?

auggie would probably drive the getaway car.

what artist/group did they go to for their first concert?

some tiny indie show deep in brooklyn where they could hide in plain sight.

who is the more social one?

probably teddy. auggie’s fairly social, and nice, but it does take him a second to jump in.

what are their karaoke songs?

auggie does a mean “it’s all coming back to me now” by celine dion, and no, he will not be taking questions after this.

teddy does classic pop queens of course. “stronger” by britney spears is a show.

(though, and this isn’t necessary karaoke, she once got pulled into singing an acoustic version unpretty by tlc with daily and it was probably the most beautiful thing ever)

who would get up on stage and make a fool of themselves just to make the other laugh?

auggie, one thousand percent. happily.

which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

teddy always warns auggie not to stay up, but he does anyway, and then he’s dealing with the consequences.

which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

that kitchen is fucking master chef. next question.

which one spends all day running errands and which one says “you remembered [thing], right?”

auggie probably spends time running around and comes back with his arms full of stuff.

“shit, i meant to text you, i’m sorry. you remembered the ice cream, right?”

“fuck.”

(he’s driven back to the store on a few occasions)

if they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

auggie is certainly more dramatic so he’d make a huge deal about it, while teddy just strolls in behind him. “you could’ve just pushed this button.”

which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

teddy brings auggie something from every tour stop he doesn’t make it to. or she’ll replace his streaming headphones every once in a while.

auggie’s more of a gestures guy. he’ll make dinner, show up unannounced (though she’s done this before and he nearly fell over) plan a date in front of the fire or on a roof top, whisk her away on a long drive for an adventure.

which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

okay, it was one time and he doesn’t scream about spiders, but he’s a city boy and bugs are just not his wave at all.

which one gives the other their jacket?

auggie. he’s been known to give her the shoes off his feet also. so that tells you everything you need to know.

who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

not threatened but roasted. daily, belly, and honey forever roast auggie within an inch of his life. all with love. it’s the one time he’s grateful for his mess of a bunch for giving him a thicker skin.

olive, on the other hand, threatens his very existence if he ever hurts teddy. but she and teddy are like sisters too.

who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

teddy, probably. auggie might be too nervous. unless he literally can’t take it anymore and then it just bursts out of him,

how good would they be at parenting?

team effort for sure. auggie’s probably a bit more of a pushover than teddy is, but that’s because he has such a soft spot for teddy that of course he’d be mush at any human who came from her.

and they just adore their kids so much. like heart bursting kind of love.

losing lip is hard, and nearly breaks them, but it makes them appreciate the little moments in between even more. even if that means getting rosie’s little feet in the face in the middle of the night. or briar’s knees in the ribs. or having to squeeze into aurora’s bed to make sure the monsters don’t come out in the middle of the night.

(their daughters don’t seem to make the connection that they have towers for parents until way later in life)

which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

they’re both pretty regular with their typing. auggie definitely uses more internet slang though.

who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

teddy makes terrible puns and laughs at herself while doing it. 

who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

teddy probably would bring home a puppy or kitten no question.

which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

he’d never been to disney before, and his dad’s miracle campaign stop lining up with her tour ends up being the brightest source of light through the end of the tunnel.

but here he is, sparkly ears, blue, pink, and purple, atop his head, and a ‘my first visit’ pin on his chest, both purchased by her. she’d played tour guide and they’d had the best first day ever.

“‘d you have fun?” she mumbles, arms wrapping tighter around his chest as her lips lightly find the side of his neck.

he nods, rearranging his hands on her thighs and boosting her up so she could rest more comfortably on his back. “yeah, it was amazing.”

“good,” she smiles, resting her chin on his shoulder.

which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

teddy performing on stage is auggie’s favorite brand of euphoria. she shines up there, but ironically, he can’t cheer for her. he can only smile proudly or else his heart bursts from love.

family game night, however? the full hunter-graham labor day weekend maine extravaganza, when they destroy everyone at charades? yankees winning the world series level cheers.

“they definitely practice when we’re not here,” bixby mutters.

“oh totally,” frannie agrees beside him. “gross.”

auggie on a baseball field is also a sight to see. he doesn’t play much anymore. but he’s zeroes in his focus, and the seamlessness between him and allie is impressive, considering how much they bicker. teddy totally shows up in her cute “watching baseball outfit” jersey, cap, foam finger and all.

which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

teddy should definitely be the one trusted with fashion because auggie, while not a bad dresser, doesn’t have much variety to his wardrobe.

however, teddy did ask auggie to help touch up her highlights over quarantine and dye some of it pink and he did a pretty decent job for his first time. only missed a few spots

“you can thank me for that,” allie says one day over zoom. “i bullied him into learning how to french braid my hair when we were seven.”

“no, don’t laugh,” auggie says seriously. “she actually did bully me.”

which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

auggie’s fully convinced teddy’s cats want him dead. they haven’t done anything to him, not really, but there’s a look that warns him he won’t make it out of this house alive by the end of it. whatever ‘it’ is...

which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

auggie. they’re both towers, but he’s still taller than she is, so it just makes sense for him to hold the umbrella and hold her in the process.

if your they went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? who would take the pictures?

see paris above.

although they’d thrive on a beach, minus the inevitable sunburn.

“but the freckles you get after are cute,” teddy says, and kisses both of his cheeks.

and in a winter lodge.

“so,” he says, setting down his eggnog on the lip of the hot tub to tug on her arm. “where were we?” he asks, drawing her onto his lap.”

and in a tiny hostel in amsterdam they end up having to share a tiny bed in because they make a mistake when booking.

“i swear to god if you two start hooking up down there, i’m going to kill you both.”

“allie,” he groans, kicking the bunk above him, “shut the fuck up.”

teddy giggles. “did you have to do all that?” she asks, twining her leg with his again. “we’d just figured out how to get cozy.”

“are you guys just gonna talk all night or let me sleep?” olive grumbles.

“all of you? shut the fuck up,” frannie says finally, and if she could’ve slammed a door, she probably would’ve.