#little pecks and smecks

[sleepipipi]

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Hii

😢💕🥺💕 I accept this hug🥺

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[sskyeh]

My stance on tma kisscourse is that everyone (incl. janders) talks about it as if a kiss would have to be a three minute sloppy makeout (which I agree would be gross to hear) but a chaste little peck wouldn’t sound bad imo?? Like a cute “smeck” would satisfy everyone right?

[nolongerironicteenwrites]

*slides over plate of holiday treats* headcanons for futakuchi, akaashi, and ennoshita where they're under the mistletoe with their crush and how they react?

*accepts treats* i hope there are cookies here, good sugar cookies and peanut butter thumbprints 

Akaashi Keiji 

- “careful ‘kasshi or you’ll get stuck” he waves it off as a silly game 

- gets stuck 

- lol your there and he shrugs he’s a team player but also very considerate and just kisses your cheek 

- you smile and kiss his cheek back 

- you two kind just smiled at each other the rest of the night 

Ennoshita Chikara 

- ennoshita knew it he just knew it 

- he was not surprised when tanaka basically placed the cursed foliage strategically around the home. 

- everyone got caught, but he wasn’t expecting to be caught with you 

- you were just as surprised to be caught with him  

- you both shrugged and quickly pecked under the mistletoe 

Futakuchi Kenji 

- the most willing at first 

- “oh it’s just a simple little smeck” 

- you two get stuck there and he’s dumbfounded 

- “um well uh” he stammers for like three minutes 

- you have to kiss him he won't 

[colorspecthero-blog]

@quxrkedxsshole || cont.

They exchanged friend kisses all the time. Pecks on the cheek and stuff were no big deal, and to be honest Watashi hadn’t strictly meant to do it but he’d been dozy from cat napping against the other’s shoulder.

He’d sleepily lifted his head to give the unicorn a smeck on the cheek, at the same time the other was apparently turning his head to say something and their mouths had connected.

Watt’s face was flaming bright red and he opened his mouth to speak but absolutely nothing came out at first. He coughed and tried again, his cheeks going a little redder.

“Um…Oops?”

    Friendly kisses, cuddling, napping together, even eating together has become a norm for himself and Watt. Souma was comfortable with him. He enjoyed his company. And he would be a dead liar if he said he didn’t have some attraction to Watt-- but then again, who didn’t? -- but he never intended to act upon that attraction. Which is what makes the kiss all the more surprising. His brain needed a second to catch up, then a remark came to mind.

    “If you wanted to kiss me, you just had to say so.” Souma managed a chuckle as he gave Watt a little squeeze around the shoulders, showing he meant well. “I was just gonna ask if you wanted to stay for dinner, or if I should have Toshi come get you.”

[scummy-writes]

For the Yoosung Day, can I please ask for Yoosung reacting to MC randomly pulling him in for a hug and like being more affectionate than he usually is? And he asks her and she just starts a full on make out session and tells him she was just randomly overwhelmed with her love for him? THIS IS TOO FLUFFY!!

How did you find out what I want to do to Yoosung Kim on a daily basis?

Even with a long shower, brushing his teeth, and ruffling up his hair with a towel, he was just as groggy as ever. Yawning, he let the towel land barely in the hamper as he stepped out of the bathroom, seeing you set out a couple of plates for breakfast.“Oh, are you cooking today?”You nodded with a bright smile on your face, making him sleepily smile in return.“I wish I had some of that coffee the barista club let me have,” He plopped down on one of the chairs, another yawn slipping out. “I could really use it today.”“Did you slip out of bed to play LOLOL again?” You tsked as you busied yourself at his stove.“Well, one of my guild members texted me and said there was an even-”“You aren’t getting any sympathy from me with that, Yoosung.” You teased, and he let out a small pout.“Not even if I didn’t get to have the loot? I lost it because I died right before getting it.”“Well…Maybe a little.” You set his breakfast, an omelette, on his plate before sitting yourself in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. “You do need more sleep, though.”He pulled you closer to him, resting his head on your shoulder. You had taken a shower before him and the pleasant smell of the soaps you used made him sigh lovingly. You were just so peaceful and calming…“I didn’t mean right now, you dork.” Giggling, you nudged him off of your shoulder. With a small whine he straightened up and met your gaze, another mock pout on his lips.“You’re so comfy though.”You just smiled with another set of soft laughs escaping, and he just smiled back. Sleepy, full of love, and smiling back.He watched your expression change slightly. From just a pleasant happiness, to a big lovable grin as you squished him into a tight hug, then started to pepper his face in kisses.Before he could tease you about breakfast getting cold, you cupped his face and planted a firm kiss on his lips. It wasn’t as innocent as the cute little smecks you had been littering his face with, but one firm kiss slipped into two…three…and then you just kept on and on.When the two of you pulled away for a small breather, he caught your eyes watering up a bit.“Whoa, hey, are you okay? Whats wrong?”“Nothing! Nothing bad! I just,” You stared at him for a moment, a soft smile at your lips again. “I can’t believe I get to be with someone as lovable as you.”That was the first thing to make him blush this morning. Honestly, he didn’t know how to respond, and before he could you started another string of kisses. Inbetween each one he tried. Tried forming words that were just as sweet, how he couldn’t believe such a beautiful woman was really his, that he had chances to go to sleep and wake up with her in the lorning. That he got to experience things like this.Another breather. He took this chance to peck your forehead, before resting his own against yours.“I love you. I love you so much.”

[coshayphinelove]

I read a head canon on what they thought it would be like to kiss each sister. are you up for prompt, well you know where I'm going

so idk what you wanted here, a fic or headcanons, and this was shaping up to be a Huge fic and it was stressing me out so i just did like… a headcanon type outline.  that seemed much more manageable.  it got huge anyway…

so it’s somebody’s birthday and clone club plus spouses are all at felix’s, bc that’s the party spot.

there is alcohol aplenty and cosima provides her home grown organic weed.  they’re all pretty far gone by the time the cake is served.

they don’t remember exactly who suggested spin the bottle but for some reason they think it’s the best idea they’ve ever heard.

delphine loses nose goes bc she doesn’t know what it is.  her first spin is shay.  easy enough.  they kiss like usual to a chorus of ‘awwwww.’

shay spins and gets tony.  he asks, ‘you’re a lesbian, right?’  she says yes so she gets a big ol’ slobbery smeck on the cheek.  his face is scratchy and he smells like beer.  now, shay’s gay, but she would c*ddle the h*ck out of tony.

tony gets felix and they have to be separated.

felix gets sarah.  they both immediately take the punishment shot without discussion.

at this point alison decides she should leave.  she’s gotta get the kids to bed and donnie can barely stand upright.  she gets…. a lot of goodbye kisses.  delphine does the cheek kisses like usual, but this time she notices how soft her cheeks are.  shay gives her a bear hug and alison squeaks.

back into the game, sarah spins and gets delphine.  delphine expects her to back out but gets kissed.  sarah is rough and gentle at the same time and even slips a little tongue in.  when it’s over delphine just blinks, kind of in shock, while sarah hovers in front of her.  she grins and looks over to cosima, ‘you jealous yet cos?’  

cosima is very yes jealous thanks sarah, for asking. 

delphine spins and gets krystal.  she goes, ‘finally, some action for us that isn’t freaky.’  they share a quick peck.  and even after many many drinks krystal still tastes like some kind of fruity candy.

krystal gets cosima and they kiss for longer than anyone expected.

cosima spins and gets delphine.  she starts to reach for a shot, in jest, but delphine pouts.  cosima goes, ‘you know, i’m just not feeling it. you guys were trying to make me jealous, and gosh,’ by the time she gets here everybody is laughing and teasing her.  she winks and pulls delphine in.  delphine starts to kiss down cosima’s neck and everybody groans.  she needs to spin, it’s Time To Stop.  she just nudges tony’s shoulder and tells him to spin for her.

delphine’s spin by tony somehow magically landed on tony!!!  wowow, nobody saw him stop it at himself at all.  as soon as she sits upright,  he dips her like that famous sailor v-j day kiss.  delphine is laughing too hard for it to be too deep, but she likes kissing tony.  his strong arms are wrapped around her and he is so gentle, making her feel so safe.  delphine gets set back upright and tipsily thinks about all the different polyamorous relationship structures.  

and tony spins.  

delphine is dizzy now, from the booze and the dipping and the weed and the room is spinning.  she leans on cosima and stays there for the rest of the night, even when cosima spins and kisses.  she gets landed on by felix and goes to take the shot, but cosima stops her.  ‘you don’t have to drink more if you’re not feeling good.’

it’s… not a great spot when sarah and cosima start making out.  her head gets a little squished in their zeal.  it’s not the worst thing in the world.

shay has a considerable make out with krystal.  it has been so long since shay kissed someone who was wearing lip gloss (cosima sparingly using lip stain and delphine preferring lipstick) that she forgets to school her expression when she pulls away.  she makes a face as she cleans it off her teeth and cosima laughs at her.  ‘now you know!!!’ she cries, laughing.

eventually the game peters out.  nobody can drink anymore and they’re all too sleepy to get up and move around.  they call it a night.  cosima, shay, and delphine pile up the couch cushions on the floor.  delphine changes into her pj’s in the bathroom but shay and cosima just quick change right there.  felix, sarah, and krystal share the bed.  

tony just kinda bops around for a second, thinking he’s gonna take the chair.  shay pulls him down and c*ddles the h*ck out of him.

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

[plugrick]

Mmm. The way those surprisingly soft and gentle phalanges combed through his well cared for locks was just divine. The baby-faced Rick smiled up at the gromflomite lopsidedly, eyelids drooping. Oh, he could purr right now, it felt so good!

“Mmhmm... C-careful, right...” He let out a happy hum as what should be a sharp set of pincers ruffled his mess of blue hair again in the nicest way. If that gesture of affection hadn’t uh, lit the fire under him, so to speak, he didn’t know what would! He felt like he might be walking away from this encounter a little crooked, he was left so weak in the knees. Jeez, his older self had noooo clue how lucky he was to be priority number one...

“I-i-it’s NOT okay, Mike!” Their troublesome third wheel argued back from within the concrete ten-by-ten. Yep, he was suuuure getting bent out of shape again. They’d better go ahead and split up... even if the young man didn’t particularly want to.

“W-well, um, I... I guess this is bye for now, M-Mike.” He agreed, chewing his lower lip anxiously. “Y-you should be careful too, o-okay? Y’know? Just... W-watch out for yourself.”

Smeck. He leaned forward and pressed a quick peck to the side of the gromflomites’ cheek, nothing more and nothing less, before taking off. Leaving a little something for good luck.

In his hurry to get away before he could get called out on the raging blush highlighting his features, Younger Rick thought he caught a snippet of conversation on the way past the dark cells that everyone had been avoiding.

“For the last time, you beast.” The embittered ex-Commander snarled over at his neighbor, curling his one good mandible. Sweet meat? Someone of notoriety and stature such as himself would not stoop to tolerating such pet names! “REMEMBER our agreement.”

Flannax might strategize with the enemy for a common goal, but he stood his ground when it came to his pride. Even when encroached upon by unnatural inky blackness, or threatened with a lash from that disgusting tongue that resembled a serpents’ bloated corpse. “Fuck this up, and neither of us will get what is rightfully ours, lizard. So it is in your best interest to cooperate, you degerate CHITTER CHIT animal.”

A beady red eye slipped towards the direction of their fly on the wall, and it was at that very moment that young Rick realized it was time to go. He scurried off, heading for the safety of where the guards hung around. Nope, nope, nope!

Meanwhile, his older self was on the verge of falling apart into tatters.

If he had been in rough shape before, it was hard to say what he resembled now. Rick was barely managing to sit upright in his bunk, clutching obnoxiously yellow papers in one shaky hand and cradling his poor aching, aching head in the other. Why was him being not being asleep the first thing that Mike was worried about? Did he have any idea what was going on?!

“I wwwwas! Mike, I-I w-woke up because III was cold, a-and—!” And after Mike left and he’d shivered awake, that’s when he found the papers. Plural. Two of them!

“W-w-w-what the fuck is this, M-M-Mike?!” He shook the twin sheets in his sweaty grasp, putting emphasis on the objects in question. “E-E-Execution?! I-I-!”

It couldn’t be! N-not like this! He was about to go full meltdown. The comedown from the painkiller high was not helping anything - he got especially emotional when he got trembley and tired all over like this. That deep in the bones, hollow in the brains kind of pain always brought him to his metaphorical knees. “T-tell me what this says, M-Mike! I-I can’t see straight — I-I-I must’ve read it wruh - wrong!”

NOTICE OF EXECUTION

[In accordance to law 26-74 of Galactic Federation code, prisoner RICK SANCHEZ of D Bloc is hereby informed of their execution via FIRING SQUAD fourty-eight hours in advance, scheduled for 1:15 PM on the 46th of Decembrurary for crimes against the Federation and...]

“Yours says s-something different a-a-and I-! I don’t know HOW to, to read gromflomite!” It was just something he’d picked up on while passing through the killers’ mind. “T-tell me i-it’s the same!”

(Plugrick) ❝ do you believe in soul mates? ❞

@plugrick

“…….I think it’s a nice idea. Why?”

[plugrick]

Yeah, sure, just focus on Mike. And what, just ignore lizardperson like the figmented nightmare he resembled? It didn't exactly sound like a foolproof plan. Especially one that Rick was eager to lie down and relax for.

"C-c-cuddle?!" Was he serious? Right here, right now? Of course he wanted to hold on to his big strong boyfriend while he was scared, but - but It was out there! Shouldn't they be on edge? Or, or getting ready? "Babe, I-I can't...! Do th... that... it's... I... oh."

A few adjustments to their position helped change the humans' worried mind. Once the two of them actually got situated, it was uh, pretty nice to curl up between the assassins' strong torso and the solid wall at his back. It felt safe under these claws, the ones that snapped necks with ease. It felt secure... Intimate. Like it was just the two of them in the world, and nobody else.

Positive things and pure things. Okay, that made some sense, but - but what made Mike think that he, of all people, was capable of being positive enough to keep that hungry beast at bay?

"I-I don't think it's-" Mwah. "--gonna work th-that way, M-Mike. I-I mean-" Peck. "-glass worked on it b-before, at least a-aaa little, but-" Smooch. Another sugary sweet set of wiggly lips planted right below the eye. "-w-why would it-" Smeck! "Nnh! Mike!" The rain of kisses on his face was making it hard to talk! He couldn't think of anything else!

"Hhhhn..." The human whined, letting out the shaky breath that he hadn't even realized he'd been holding back. Oh, Mike wasn't even playing fair, at this point! How was he supposed to focus on anything at all when he was getting drowned in ooey-gooey love like this?

Rick screwed his eyes shut and squirmed a little, balling up wads of his partners' uniform fabric in his palms. "Mm, Mmmmike..." If they weren't stuck in this stupid cell, in this stupid prison, with this lack of stupid privacy, he might be jumping the gromflomites' bones right about now. Or at least returning the favor with a hail of his own sloppy smooches. "S-sssslow down..."

The killers' plan had worked. Maybe a little too well, but still. The human was so busy trying to deal with the flood of tenderness and devotion being thrown his way that he all but forgot about the encroaching danger, even when it was right on top of them and then gone. It was hard for Rick to tell what was happening beyond their little bubble, pressing against his partners' chest as if trying to disappear into him. Become one. Be safe there.

"Mmmike... Quit i-it... It's gonna... show up soon a-aaand... Mmmmn..."

(Plugrick) ❝ do you believe in soul mates? ❞

@plugrick

“…….I think it’s a nice idea. Why?”

[plugrick]

"Hey! I-I'm *not* crazy!" The man pointed an accusatory finger across the table at his partner dressed to the nines. "D-d-don't you yell at me, M-Mike!"

If there was one thing that really got to Ricks' head, it had to be fighting with his boyfriend. Even if he had started it. Which he usually did. But it still felt awful! He wasn't sure what was most anxiety inducing: a voice tinged with palpable anger, or when the assassin swallowed his frusturation and returned to his calmer tone. Oh, this was just like when they were on their way to the federation prison and Mike had rightfully snapped at him and--

The old man looked down at the heavy shackles locked around his wrists, desperately trying to blink away thick tears swimming in his sockets. He chewed his bottom lip harshly, clenching bony hands into fists. This moment in time had left more of an impression on his psyche than he'd thought... And it wasn't a positive one, not by any means.

"Y-yyyou... I-I..." This conversation was starting to feel like getting backed into a corner, and it was setting off alarm bells. He'd been wriggling out of explaining himself for so long, assuring that it was no big deal, brushing off details that surfaced for ages, and now Mike was going to draw it out of him? After all the denial? After every time he said he didn't want to fucking talk about it?

No. No way. It wasn't happening. It just wasn't! "I can't." The human shook his head vigorously, swearing that he could feel his brains rattle. Or maybe that wasn't his brain clunking against the inside of his skull. "I-III just can't! A-aaand I WON'T!"

Sure, Flannax was probably going to use his own history against the both of them, but that didn't change the fact that Rick found it impossible to open up. Thinking about what happened alone was like walking on mental hot coals, or lying down on a bed of nails; Consistent agony. Why did Mike think he drugged himself into a stupor day in and day out? For fun?!

"LOOK at me, M-Mike! LOOK!" The human was getting worked up into a tizzy over this, movements becoming as erratic as his adamant refusals to spill his guts. "W-why do you think I'm - I'm always drunk?! Huh?! I-III've been through nine livers, Mike! NINE! I-I-I'm killing myself trying not to remember! W-which is the opposite of, of what you want me to do!"

This wasn't just about what he'd been hiding, pushing under the metaphorical carpet, so to speak. This was also about the way it affected him, how it threatened to tear apart the little stability he'd managed to scrape together, how much it hurt. It was about the tightrope he walked and how he felt like he was going to tumble off of it any second now.

"Don't MAKE me, Mike! I-I'm serious! Don't..."

Smeck. A light peck of lips pressed against his tear-stained cheek interrupted Ricks' shaky plea, leaving his expression slack and his eyes wide as they stared forward in shock.

"Come to the table, Dad, I made your favorite."

There she was. She walked through the holding ship like a figment in a dream, or maybe a ghost, long blonde hair flowing behind her as she left. He would know the sound of that voice anywhere, recognize her from the slightest glimpse.

"Beth?"

His daughter strode through the doors and into nothingness. Rick sprung up from his seat on the bench and rushed to follow, his current tiff with Mike all but forgotten. "BETH! Beth, w-wait!"

(Plugrick) ❝ do you believe in soul mates? ❞

@plugrick

“…….I think it’s a nice idea. Why?”