Who fell first? Who fell harder?
Who is the one who fusses the most? Does their S/O mind very much?
What is their love language?
Has either OC ever gotten a hickey off the other? What was their reaction?
What is something they like to do together?
Who would ask the "would you love me if I were a worm?" question? How would their S/O answer?
Who likes forehead kisses? Who likes hand kisses? Who likes neck kisses?
Who is the big spoon? Little spoon?
If there wasnt enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them?
Who plays with whose hair?
Who is clingy?
What is something their S/O does that makes them flustered?
What is something they find hot about their S/O?
What is something they argue about constantly? Is it a deep-seated issue or something small?
How do they comfort one another when the other is upset?
Who is the better caretaker? Does their S/O like being taken care of?
Who steals whose clothes? Does their significant other mind?
They've had a major blowout. How do they handle it?
How good are they are communication?
Who handles the spiders? Who screams directions in the background?
Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)?
What is something - either character - doesn't like about the other?
Who said "I love you" first?
Who kissed who first?
Do they have any pet names for one another?
Who gets jealous most often? How does their S/O deal with that?
Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates?
Do they trust one another? Are comfortable discussing their fears with one another?
What's an insecurity they hold about their relationship?
Describe how one character would cheer the other up after a hard day.
How would they describe one another.
Can they communicate private thoughts whilst in company? If so, how?
Which one of them gives "that look" when they other is acting like a fool?
How do they address a problem in their relationship?
How does each significant other view any exes and former relationships?
What is something that would break their hearts?
Who is more likely to avenge their S/O if they were hurt or killed?
What would be their ideal evening in?
Do they dance? If so, who's better?
What is a song that reminds you of the OCs' relationship?
Who sings to the other? Are they any good?
Who teases who? What about?
Who gets up early? Who stays in bed late?
Who's more likely to bring the other coffee or breakfast in bed?
What's the worst thing the other can say to one?
If they were ever in a life or death situation, who risks their life?
If it ever came down to it, who is turning to the darkside to save the other?
If they ever had less that 5 mins to tell their S/O something before never seeing them again, what would they say?
Is there a word or gesture that makes either of them melt?
Who's the romantic?
Are there any characters who ship them?
Who cooks? Who does the dishes?
Who eats healthier? Who's got the sweet-tooth?
What's something that they don't really care for but tolerate because S/O has an interest?
Who spoils who? Does their S/O tolerate it? Do they secretly enjoy it?
Who tends to be the level-headed one? Who is feral?
Who reminds the other to wear a coat when it's cold out?
Do they hold hands?
Is there a spot they tend to kiss or caress habitual?
Are they willing to show PDA? If not, is there a reason?
How would they describe their S/O in one word?
How would outside characters describe their relationship?
How would they describe one another in bed?
Would they ever answer the above question if it was asked to their face? How would they react?
Who tends to take the lead in intimate encounters?
Have they ever been caught in the act? What would be their reaction if they were?
Have they ever done it anywhere questionable?
Who is more vocal? Who is more experienced?
If they were to go shopping, who holds the bags? Who decides where they go?
If they went out to dinner, who is paying? Would there even be a discussion?
If someone were to insult their S/O, how would the other handle it?
If someone flirted with or showed an interest in their S/O, how would the other react?
Who knows the other better? Why is this?
Who's more likely to bail who out of jail? Would they give the other one shit for it?
Which - if any - other famous ship's vibes do they emulate?
Are they soulmates? Do they believe in that?
What is something they would never forgive the other one for doing/saying?
Who has memorised the other's medical history?
Also, are they each other's first contact in an accident?
What tropes could be applied to this relationship?
Did they have a meet cute? Or was it a train wreck?
Make their relationship into a list of A03 tags.
Who gets frustrated more easily? Who does the other calm them down?
Have they ever almost lost one another? How does it effect their relationship?
Their S/O is tipsy. How do they handle it?
Who gives the best gifts? Who gives the more thoughtful? Who goes for expensive?
If they ever lost one another in a public place, how do they find the other?
What's the darkest secret they have ever told one another?
Would they ever consider marriage?
Would they ever consider starting a family?
Who likes kids more? Who can't stand them?
There's a puddle in one's way. What does their S/O do?
One has hurt their leg on a hike. How does their S/O carry them?
Their pet has caused destruction. Who puts the pet in jail? Who defends the pet?
Who gives flowers to their S/O? What sort of flowers do they like?
Who reads the newspaper? Who wants to see the cartoons?
How do they wake their S/O up? Is it difficult to rouse them?
Who would burn the world down for who?
Who gives off "they said no pickles" energy?
Make a meme of this ship.
You can ask me about: Nikolai/Misha, Alekks/Erika, Katya/Marina, Hadrien/Art
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RIDE ME .ᐟ ft koko, ran, hanma, rindou, sanzu —picture whoever u want 🙈
“Hm?”
He’s vaguely distracted by the wet patch on your panties the longer he plays with your clit, trailing his eyes up to your stomach.
“What would you think of gettin’ a tattoo of my name, right there ?”
He points to the right of your belly button, just touching above your pelvis.
“I—uh, a tattoo? With your name?”
“Yeah.” He bends down to kiss that spot, your muscles contract as shivers race through your body. “Jus’ my name. How’s that sound, huh?”
“Sounds—” Your head throws itself back when his other hand slips through your panties, spreading two fingers through your folds to gather your slick.
“Damn, this wet already? Didn’t even do anything yet.” He laughs against your stomach, sucking some skin into his mouth before letting go.
You shiver when his fingers skim at your pussy, spreading your folds with two fingers. “uh…I—”
“Yeah? You what?”
Your sentence catches in your throat when his lips kiss down from your stomach to your pussy, tongue tickling along your slit.
“Always tastes so good .”
His voice is nothing but sinful, carnal desire rolling deep within the depths of your belly when his lips seal your clit, sucking it hollowly into his mouth.
You squeal his name, shooting up from the couch to grip onto his hair, on the verge of ripping his hair from the roots.
His fingers circle the edge of your hole, giving your clit a break as his tongue begins lapping at the wetness from your cunt, spreading it along your thighs, kissing and biting the flesh whilst thrusting a finger inside you.
“Nuh-uh, open your legs for me, don’t hide—” You obey his words, desperately trying to keep your legs open as a second finger slips inside you.
Your heart stutters five times in your chest, unceremoniously dragging his hair towards you, pulling him forward as the overwhelming heat coils between your legs.
“Oh fuck, oh, fuck yes! There—jus—just like that—”
You’re close to drawing blood with how hard you’re digging your teeth into your lips.
As if to add fuel to the fire, as his fingers scour your insides, desperately pushing you over the edge, he’s one handedly tugging your shirt up, beckoning you to hold it up with both hands, taking a nipple into his mouth, pulling a reedy sob from your swollen lips when his tongue flicks at it.
“ Fuck me—” You noisily cry out when he seals his mouth around your nipple, when his fingers do a wicked curl upwards, pressing into a spot that has you seeing stars and spitting profanities.
“You want my cock, huh?”
He laughs when you nod rapidly, pressing one last kiss to your nipple before he’s pulling his fingers out in favour of tugging his cock free from his pants, fisting at it, squeezing precum from the tip.
You never fail to hide your reactions everytime you see his dick; it having scared you the first time he’d fucked you with it. It’s so pretty, and your mouth salvates at the thought of having it deep in your throat, choking around it as he fucks your face.
“Wanna ride me? Feelin’ kinda lazy today.” He drawls, slow and lazy, lounging against the couch without waiting for your answer.
It’s so amusing the way you scramble upwards, moving to straddle him, hands wrapping over his and jerk him off slowly.
He groans at the feeling, head thrown back and you can’t resist , taking that opportunity to suck at the base of his neck, sliding your tongue along the smooth surface all the way up to his ear.
“Do you have a condom?” You mutter against the curve of his earlobe, biting down softly enough to pull a chuckle from his lips.
“Nah. I can pull out though.”
“You sure?” You’re leaning back regardless, adjusting his cock against your cunt, positioning the head at your entrance, then sink down slowly. “Oh—”
His hands fly to your hips, steadying you there before you go crazy on his dick. The tight grip of his hands never fails to make you whimper, giving you that motivation to sink lower to just feel his fingers dig into your skin more.
“ Shit .” He moans when your walls clamp down on him, dragging you up by the grip on your hips, then slamming you back down.
Your eyes snap shut at the fast-paced back and forth pace he’s set, bouncing you easily on his cock. The couch protests beneath you both, scraping against the wooden floors each time your hips slam down against his.
“So fuckin’ pretty,” he mumbles against the curve of your face, one big hand sliding from your hips to your ass, kneading and squeezing it between his fingers as you squeal into his ear.
“I—I’m gonna—” You pant shakily, one hand grabbing onto the back of the couch for support, the other wrapping around his neck.
“Cum? You gonna cum for me, right?” He grunts out, sucking at your bottom lip as his thrusts hit even deeper , impossibly deeper, and you’re left writhing above him, skin heating briskly as you chase your climax.
“C’mon—you want it, don’t you?” he goads against your lips, tenderly licking at your bottom lip long enough before you release your firm grip on the couch, cupping his face and kissing him raggedly, sliding your tongue in to plunder his mouth, fucking the vessel sensually.
You cry out when he spanks you again, dragging you forwards and backwards on his cock, stimulating your cunt from every angle.
“I’m cumming —!” Your vision fades as you dig your face into his shoulder, hips jerking as you come undone on his cock, tears flowing down your face as he gives you one last final thrust before lifting you up, cumming on your lower back.
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