your forehead gets so many soft kisses, especially when he’s feeling protective or tender. your cheeks get attacked with little rapid-fire kisses when he’s excited or playful. the corner of your mouth gets kissed when he’s feeling teasing, or when he’s building up to a real kiss, barely missing your lips on purpose until you grab him and kiss him properly.

your neck is dangerous territory, because when he kisses there he’s definitely leaving a trail of warm kisses down to your collarbone while his hands grip your waist. behind your ear makes you shiver, and he notices.

temple kisses when you’re stressed and Tenna wants to comfort you. nose kisses when he’s being cute and playful (even though it’s a little awkward because of the size of his own nose). eyelid kisses when you’re sleepy and he’s watching you drift off. (don’t worry, he’ll learn how to angle himself right so he doesn’t poke your eyes.)

your shoulders when he’s hugging you from behind. he’ll wrap his arms around you and just rest his screen against your shoulder, nuzzling there, and it’s comfort for him as much as affection for you

basically, Tenna cannot pick a favorite spot, because loving you is his favorite thing, and he wants to show it however he can.

QUEEN

her favorite place to kiss you is definitely your cheek. in a “Mwah Darling You Are So Cute I Could Just Eat You Up Lol” kind of way where she plants an enthusiastic kiss on your cheek and then gently pinches it because You’re Just Too Adorable and She Cannot Handle It.

your lips too!! but she makes it an Event. announced it five minutes beforehand like “I Am Going To Kiss You Now Darling” just to watch you get nervous about it

she’s also extremely fond of kissing the top of your head, especially if you’re shorter than her. and let’s be real, she’s quite tall, so most people are. she’ll just swoop in and plant a kiss on your crown.

she’s also surprisingly soft about forehead kisses. like when you’re sitting together and she’s had a few drinks (battery acid lol), she’ll just pull you close, press her lips to your forehead, and hold you there. she doesn’t make a big deal out of it, but you can tell it means something to her.

but she also loves, and sometimes even demands, kisses in return.

Queen absolutely loves neck kisses. there’s something about them that makes her systems rev up. “Oh My How Forward Of You Lmao,” even though she’s clearly into it.

she also secretly enjoys soft kisses on her hands because... well. she is a queen after all. “Wow So Chivalrous Of You Very Medieval-Times-Dot-Com” you can tell she's pleased though

SPAMTON

i don’t know how original i’ll be with this, but i think a lot of it overlaps with Tenna. anyways.

to some extent, all that gentlemanly behavior suits Spamton too, so even though on the first day you met he kissed your hand, now it happens almost every day.

specifically your palms and the inside of your wrists. he’ll take your hand in both of his and press multiple soft, slow kisses there. orrr he’ll close his eyes and just hold your hand against his face or cheek, breathing you in. the contrast of looking professional and put-together while doing something intimate enough to make you shy. Spamton likes that he can make you flustered while still maintaining the big-shot image.

i think his next favorite place is probably your lips. simple and straight to the point, i know, but it took Spamton a long time to get there. at first, he refused to treat it like something meaningful. and yet, lately, his kisses have grown slower and softer. and that’s not accidental. big shots are busy, impatient people, if you didn't know! so you can decide for yourself what it means when Spamton G Spamton now suddenly takes his time.

let me get a little suggestive, but yeah, he definitely likes your neck. the bastard also likes to bite, so be careful letting him near your neck before any important events. though sometimes, even with no hint of anything more, Spamton just likes to lie on you and literally hide his face in the curve of your neck. don’t interrupt him. he’s stressed.

he’s also the type to grab your face and pepper it with kisses when he’s hyped up after a successful deal or when he hasn’t seen you in a while <3 i’m a Spamton can be an unbearable asshole but he's openly affectionate once he feels safe truther <3 so yess happy domestic Spamton!!

your collarbone, because he’s shorter and it’s right there in his line of sight when you’re standing close. and... because there’s smth about the way you have to tilt your head back to give him access that he loves. makes him feel in control.

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Dragon Boy

“Ready?” Your face pops into view above Dragon Boy as he lays on the platform meant to transport him into the arena.

“Ready to win.” He sends you a sharp-toothed smile, sitting up as you kneel down beside him.

“Think you can beat X?”

“Are you doubting me?” You roll your eyes, just thinking about how the last time he faced X had him landing in the river and returning to you sopping wet. Now’s not the time to bring that up though.

Hooking a finger under his collar, you bring him into a kiss just to get him to shut up. His hand on the back of your head keeps you close. Just as you feel his tongue push into your mouth, the buzzer signaling the start of the tournament sounds. You manage to pry yourself away despite him not letting up at all.

“Aw, you're no fun." He receives a light hit to the shoulder for sass.

“I’m not having this platform sent out there while you’re still sucking my face off.” You get to your feet and hurry off, hearing him call out after you.

“You better be cheering for me!”

Little Johnny

You don’t think you’ve ever seen your boyfriend so laser focused. He doesn’t seem to be paying any mind to his son jumping around excitedly in his lap.

"Hey?" You poke him in the side, and Big Johnny squeals when his dad jolts like he's just been shocked.

"What was that for?" Little Johnny whines. It wasn’t a hard poke, but he’s rubbing his side like you just jabbed him.

"You're spacing out when you're supposed to go out there in a couple minutes." Is he nervous? The Ruins Incident, jumping into the top ten, transferring from FOMO to DOS. Things have been complicated recently.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be rooting for you. And Big Johnny will be out there to help you too.” You try to be reassuring, but when he turns to you, eyes meeting yours, it's not worry you see.

"Do you think my dad's watching?" Something fierce tugs on your heartstrings. Your hand finds its way to his, weaving your fingers together.

"I'm sure he is and that he's very proud of you." He leans his forehead against yours, and you rest a little easier watching some of the doubt flee from his eyes.

Ghostblade

"Want me to hold onto that for you?" The assassin tucks away the photo of his daughter into his journal before handing it to you, watching as you handle his possession with the utmost care.

"Ready?"

He nods. That's his usual reply to you, but it's not like there's anything else he can say. You do your best to read his facial features, but that’s harder to do when he’s wearing his mask. You confidently nod back.

"Hang on." You reach to brush his hair a little more out of his face. "Got to make sure all those cameras can get your good side, right?"

You expect another nod, but get arm around your shoulders, pulling you in until your forehead hits his chest. His cloak enshrouds you as you both sit comfortably in the silence.

It’s disappointing when the starting buzzer sounds and you have to part, but he gives you a wave before being sent out into the arena. You send a small wave back along with all your hopes that he pulls out a win.

I don't think Roger would be against having children since he has stated in the past that he wants kids, but he always adds the usual 'eventually' afterward. I worry that he's changed his mind over time and now the idea seems a bit undesirable to him. Of course, he may be a little scared about becoming a father, but what man isn't? In fact, what woman isn't afraid of becoming a mother either?

Like any other Sunday night, Roger and I decide to have a lazy night. As we sit and watch the newest horror film that's come to England, we feast on the Thai food he picked up while I went into the video store to rent the tape. With my legs laid across his lap, Roger feeds himself from his plate resting on top of my shins all the while I munch on one of my spring rolls. It makes me happy that we're both content just being beside each other, but at the same time, it feels as if something is... missing. The realization only makes me think back to my earlier thoughts over our family. Of course, we don't need to talk tonight, but, I would like to ask my question some time soon.

In the corner of my eye, I see Roger move his plate to the coffee table before grabbing the remote to the TV and turning the volume down. Just as I go to sit up and question him, Roger beats me to it and speaks first. "How..." He begins, his blue eyes flashing between my own gaze and the bright green couch we sit on. "How would you feel about having kids?" Roger states, making my mouth lightly drop in shock.

Grabbing the remote from him, I pause the movie and realize that nearly thirty minutes of the movie has already played, and yet, I don't remember a single bit of it. I had been so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't even notice the murderer in action. Now that I actually think about it, I haven't been paying attention since the beginning of movie as all I can vaguely remember is when the murderer first showed up. Was I really thinking that hard?

"I was going to ask you the same thing," I softly confess, watching as Roger's anxious frown turns into a relieved smile. "I... I would love to have kids. In fact, I think it would be nice to finally have a few kids of our own," I add, lightly giggling. "I mean, I love watching Brian and Chrissie's munchkins, but I think it would be nice to have little me's and little you's running around this place..." Looking into Roger's eyes, I ask him the same question. "How would you feel about having kids?"

Hearing a slight laugh from Roger, I watch as he shifts my legs from his lap to move beside me, now squished between me and the back of the couch as faces me with a grin. "I-I would love to have children," He practically exclaims, a mix of nervousness and excitement showing through his face. "I don't know why, but that's all I've been thinking about lately. Maybe it's because of Brian and Deaky's kids staying over here a few weeks ago, or maybe it's because I'm in that age range where most men want to have kids. Or maybe-"

Smiling, I can't help it as I cut Roger off by leaning forward and placing my lips on his. I also can't help wrapping my arms around his neck and shifting us so I can plant myself in his lap at the same time too. Just hearing him say that all he's been thinking about is having children makes me feel so many different emotions. Relief is one of them, but a thrilling sensation is another one.

Responding to my sudden actions, Roger places his hands on my hips while eagerly kissing me back. In a matter of seconds, he pulls my body closer to his while his hands begin palming my clothes as if he wants them off. Pulling away from his lips, I stare down at him while slightly panting, Roger's eyes staying on mine the entire time.