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*throws more kissing boys at you*
#imagining them being soft together is my favourite pastime#they could do with some smooches#merthur#bbc Merlin#merlin bbc#Merlin#arthur pendragon#Merlin emrys#my art
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DAD MAUL! DAD MAUL! DAD MAUL!
I had this sitting unfinished for like 3 weeks, and yesterday night I couldn’t sleep, so I finished it🤣
#HES A DAD!#Ahsoka is having the honkiest mimimis of her life#best pillow/bed#the soft little smooch I-🥺😩#star wars#milks artsies#darth maul#maul#jedi maul#jedi obimaul au#ahsoka#ahsoka tano
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BAD SANSUARY // [14] tears for owl-bones's event !
"...Killer, it just looks like I have running mascara."
"it's such a look though."
messy kisses and post-nuzzles
#badsansuary#killer!sans#self insert#mblue art#m rambles#yes he is rubbing his tears on my face#he is a menace but he is also my skrunkly my little meow meow so i still love him#i was also attacked (/lh) with goofy dorky romantic guy SOFT killer and#and with lots of giggling and playful rumble tumbling#and smooching him up until he's melted on the floor and cartoon hearts float out of him#i also think about very similar thoughts w lust my bbg beloved but this post is about killer LOL<3#bc showering this dork w smoochies n genuine love n interest and seeing his reactions to all that is very cute methinks#adding to this bc again i was given thoughts#(girls) boys night w lust and killer but we're actually messing around with makeup and thats how i get the real running mascara look#and other whatever experimental creative makeup looks theyre gonna try on me because apparently im their canvas for the night#woohoo? yippee.
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Sometimes a smooch cures all of lifes problems
#zukka#zuko x sokka#zukka fanart#atla#I was using a ref while drawing and suddenly proportions#like why did no one tell me about this secret tool#no but seriously they need more soft smooches#so here’s my humble delivery
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Some soft Moon for the soul
#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf moon#self insert#fnaf security breach#y/n#my art#me when I smooch#i love gremlin moon but soft moon is so#he’s so#yes
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Minho’s tummy appreciation (coz you loved the previous post so much)
Bonus: his back 🔥 (I swear I’m normal)
#I mean look at those eyes! I don’t know if I wanna give him soft smooches or harsh hickeys#skz#lee know smut#lee know#stray kids#kpop#lee minho stray kids#lee minho#lee know imagines#lee know drabble#lee know fluff#skz lee know#skz lee minho#bang chan#hyunjin#changbin#jisung#minsung#seungmin#i.n#lee felix#han jisung#lee know drabbles#lee know x you#lee know fanfic#leebit
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tender horsies
#taken from my comm post because i never actually posted it by itself ... but i luv them#horse#horses#horse art#equine#art#illustration#my art#black horse is based on irl cob :D#i love the left one's muzzle... looks soft and smooch friendly
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I need to know fellow Dottore lovers, how much of you also love this man 🥺 BECAUSE I DO!!!
#smooches talks#IM TELLING U IVE SEEN A BUNCH OF DOTTORE ENJOYERS CONVERTED INTO RECA LIKERS ON MY TWT FEED#i think this semi happened before with boothill (sharp teeth)#i love mr reca he's so silly <3 and i need soft fics with him <3#AND CAN WE TALK ABT THE ASSISTANT DIRECTOR!!! HIS FRIEND!!!! <3#also i just realized i BARELY posted at all this month#heh... sweats nervously!!!!#i think having classes consecutively for 6 hours and then commuting really takes a toll on a girl yk#im gonna try and write some fluff for today tho !! >.<
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idea. he talks big game but if u turn it around on him he becomes total baby girl
#silly#silly fluff#soft moon momence#soft moon#sugar sweet#fnaf#fnaf moondrop#fnaf moon x reader#fnaf moon x y/n#heart eyes moments#doodles#sketches#late night doodles#blushi boi#he's sappy ur honor#smooches and smooshes
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smooch
#bg3#astarion#bg3 tav#astarion x tav#tavstarion#my art#just a lil smooch#felt like drawing something soft and simple ;;#it's what they both deserve <3#oc: reon#he looks a lot taller here than he actually is lmaoo
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Morning Sunshine ☀️
✨ Available on mugs, tote bags, stickers and more here ✨
#destiel#smooch#kiss#soft#sweet#fluff#chibi#dean winchester#angel castiel#domestic destiel#in the bunker#doodle#did i mention the fluff?#supernatural#spn#fanart#digital art#made with krita#my art#destiel fanart
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guys…i wanted a little drabble to feed my addiction to sev, and i’m missing my cat rn because he’s currently with my mom till i figure my shit out sooo!!!! cat content with sev :33 hope you guys enjoy!!!
|- just some fluff :33 cutie sevika, because i love her sm!!!
ღ .:*·゜♡゜・*:.ღ .:*·゜♡゜・*:.ღ .:*·゜♡゜・*:.ღ
sevika who didn’t want the cat at all when you walked in with the purring creature . “sweetheart. i love you, and i put up with you ‘cause i love you but i do not want a cat.” sevikas gravily voice rang out from the kitchen, almost as soon as you walked in with the fluffy kitten in your arms. you thought he was cute, a fluffy black cat with green eyes, “but i already named him sevvvvv” you whined as you waddled happily over to sevika with the purring kitty in your arms, “he’s so cute baby, why can’t we keep him..?” you pouted staring at sevika with a frown.
sevikas taller frame towered over your own as she wrapped her arms around you . “because, i don’t want to clean litter boxes, and do whatever else you have to do to take care of a cat. don’t be a brat sweetheart.” she said pressing a kiss to your forehead. you held the kitty out in your arms, “but i found him in the rain, look at how cute he isss sev baby pleaseeee.” you protested, and for a moment it looked like sevikas face seemed to soften for a second while looking at the fur-ball purring in your arms, “i can’t just put him back outside.” yet another excuse came from you. “uhh, yes you can.” she said, though you just shoved the kitty into her arms and she tensed.
“just hang out with him, he already likes youuu!!! i’m gonna make us dinner baby.” you smiled, sevika groaned but didn’t protest knowing not to anymore. her arms outstretched with the cat like it was a bomb or something as she walked to the living room, “don’t hold him like that sevika. hold him normally.” you called from the kitchen though you couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping your lips at the obscene picture, you wouldn’t think you’d ever see sevika holding a cat.
she sat on the couch the cat curling into a ball on her lap, every muscle in her body was tense, “i don’t want this thing, what do i do with it ? it’s not like i can go play fetch or some shit like i can with a dog.” she grumbled, her eyes lingered on the soft rise and fall of the kittens belly as it kneaded it paws into her thigh, “ow! you little fuc-“ she cut herself off when she caught a look at you. “fucker…what’s its name?” she asked; her voice raspy as she turned on the tv, ready to watch her show. “it’s theo.” you murmured, “well. theo. is a little fucker.” she grumbled looking away from the kitten purring on her lap, she earned rolled eyes from you, and soft snores from the fluffy kitten in her lap as she watched her show, mumbling to herself.
sooner or later dinner was done, putting pasta on two plates for both sevika and yourself. making sure you poured yourself a glass of wine and sevika some whiskey. “sev baby? foods done.” you called softy, still shuffling around the kitchen for last minute things, you hadn’t heard anything coming from her in a while. humming to yourself as you put the dishes in the sink to clean later and walked out of the kitchen to find sevika. your sevika, snoring on the couch, the tv remote in her hand as theo purred in his sleep on her chest. “and you said you ‘didn’t want a cat’” you grumbled to yourself despite the giggle escaping your lips as you pulled out your phone to take a picture. sevika looked so calm, her face rested in a calm expression, her jaw wasn’t clenched, the usual wear of the day wasn’t creased into her eyebrow, she looked…at peace for once.
and this picture? oh you were gonna use it against her forever when she found out, but for now it would do as your wallpaper, your two babies. your pride and joys.
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anywhoo!!! i hoped you guys liked that, it was just a little something because sevikas been on my mind, i haven’t really written much lately but i’m trying to get back into it. i hope yall enjoyed!!! if yall want me to write something just ask😭😭 im gonna try and write more for sev just because i love her sm, so expect more lol😭😭
#lesbianism#sapphic#wlw post#wlw#so real#arcane#arcane sevika#sevika#sevika arcane#soft sevika#sevika x you#sevika fanfic#sevika x reader#sevika x female reader#sevika x y/n#sevika domestic#i just wanna kiss her forehead:/#she so cutie stop#i love her sm#gonna give her forehead smooches#gimme ur babies rn#i’m gonna give her a happy little life
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Deep Water - Part 4
cw: the ocean, animal carcasses, rotting, malnourishment, more tags to be added as the story continues
merman x fem reader
Word count: 3k
read on ao3
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
You woke up disoriented on an unfamiliar floor, the steady sounds of snoring filling your ears.
You turned to see Finn, still fast asleep as you rose from your little spot on the floor. He was bundled up in blankets, his head just barely peeking out of them enough to breathe.
You didn’t want to bother him. He’d done so much for you, the last thing you wanted to do was to disturb his rest.
In your attempt to begin to get ready without disturbing him, you managed to get your feet tangled in the loose blankets below you and tumble back to the floor.
You quickly righted yourself just in time to see Finn begin to shift, waking fitfully.
He groaned, eyes barely peeking open to look up at you. “Is… Oh. I forgot you were here.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
He tried to wave dismissively but in his half-asleep state, it looked more like he attempted to clumsily swat a fly out of the air.
He rose from the bed slowly, a little unsteady on his feet. “I’ll find you some clothes.”
You took him in as he moved to the drawers beside the bed. He was a little scrawnier than the average man working on the docks and only a few inches taller than you, but still, you were sure that his clothes would fit you awkwardly, if at all. “You really don’t have to do that, my clothes are mostly dry now.”
“Nonsense, I have just the thing for you.”
And then he pulled out a dress, a practical one with reasonable skirts and allowance for movement. A dress you’d seen before.
You reeled back a little as you asked, “Why do you have my sister’s clothes?”
It came out harsher than you’d intended it to. Maybe the shock was to blame, you weren’t certain.
He deflated at your words, crumpling in on himself, his shoulders slumping as his face fell.
“I should have told you,” he said, visibly mortified. “I know I should have. You just… you look just like her.”
The realization hit you instantly. “You two were…”
“I wasn’t trying to replace her,” he said, rushing in to cut you off. “I mean, I couldn’t replace her even if I did want to. It was just… it was nice to see you. I could almost pretend, just a little.”
The more he tried to justify it, the more your heart sank. “How long were you together?” you asked, your voice flat and distant.”
“Years. She was everything to me.” His voice was low and sad, sadness that you were sure was for her and not for you, standing betrayed in front of him. Why would it be for you? How selfish could you be?
You almost wished he’d yelled at you. Then maybe it wouldn’t make you feel so bad. He seemed devastated and apologetic and all the things he could be and yet now that you knew you could just tell. You could see him looking at you like you were her, with faux, unearned affection in his eyes behind the heartbreak.
It made you furious. You wanted to throw something, to shout at him, to demand to be seen as a person, to be removed from her shadow.
But he was grieving, just as you were. Probably more.
The least you could to was be kind.
So you gave him a half-hearted, soft pat on his shoulder and tried to paint as much sympathy accross your face as you could manage.
“You didn’t mean any harm,” you said, and you knew it was true.
It still stung.
And then you took the dress from his hands, his grip softening as you reached for it, and you left.
You found an empty room to change in and went off to work as quickly as you could.
The next few weeks passed quickly, settling into an easy routine. Without Finn hovering over your shoulder as you worked, you were free to move quickly and mindlessly, doing your job exactly as intended and no more.
You stopped by to see Simon almost every day. The days you couldn’t, held up late at the docks, he no longer threw a complete fit. There was huffing and pouting but he hadn’t kindaped you again and you considered that progress.
In fact, after the stunt he’d pulled, he seemed hesitant to even get near you, like even his presence was tainted now. He was more careful than he’d been, asking before he did anything.
You supposed it was preferable over the alternative.
You and Finn had grown distant. He was clearly trying to give you space but you couldn’t quite breach that gap and bring yourself to talk to him so instead you let him fade away, sharing quiet polite smiles when you saw one another and nothing more. Your only real friend here now gone. Other than your monster that you still caught glimpses of below the docks, no matter how many times you warned him that it was ill-advised.
You didn’t mind going to see him. There was very little understanding between you but it felt nice, having him so eager to meet with you every day, shifting uncomfortably in shallow water that he braved for you.
It had been a bad day.
Nothing had happened, not really, but that awful ship was back. Every time you saw it, a wave of nausea overtook you, brought back to you kicking and screaming on the deck, inhaling rain as you huffed in breaths.
Finn had shot you a concerned look or two as he apparently read your nerves off your face, but he had kept his distance, respectful and stomach-churning.
You wanted him to come check in on you, something he clearly wanted to do, but you still refused to go speak with him first. You couldn’t do it, couldn’t return to him like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, offering yourself as your sister’s replacement if he’d just speak to you.
So instead, at the end of an awful day, you scurried off the docks to your spot, content that you’d at least get to see your siren.
On the shore, where you usually sat, lay the tail end of a sea lion, bloody with bones sticking out, looking almost rotted.
You looked into the water to find amber eyes staring back at you, wide and expectant.
You knew instantly he’d brought it here, though you couldn’t fathom why. It wasn’t a fresh kill, instead looking like it had been pulled off a beach somewhere where it’d washed up.
A sense of shame flickered in his eyes, fighting back a grimance as you noticed it.
“Do you want it?” he asked, head nodding towards the carcass.
“No,” you said, and he reeled back, not looking surprised but seeming upset all the same.
“It’s the best I could do,” he said, eyes downcast. “I’ve been trying to find something better but I’m not built for this.”
His voice was tinged in a sense of bitterness and frustration and you wished you knew what he was talking about so you could comfort him. Or at least understand why he was upset.
“Built for what? Why is this here?”
“It was supposed to be food,” he said with a huff. “I have nothing for you. I can’t provide you anything.”
“Provide me… You don’t need to provide for me, I can get my own food.”
“You shouldn’t have to. I want to… I want to show you I can keep you safe but I can’t. Couldn’t even keep you fed.”
As he spoke, you really took him in, sitting behind a rotting carcass that wasn’t fit for anyone to eat.
What had he been eating if after weeks, this was the best he could bring you?
And then it struck you, the way he’d begun positioning himself in the shallows, stomach carefully down, arms in front of it, shifted away from you.
“Come here,” you said, trying to keep your words soft.
He looked like he was about to cry but he shifted forwards all the same.
You fought back a gasp as he finally let you get a good look at him.
He looked emaciated. Where soft, plump skin used to be, it instead had begun to pull taught over ribs that looked sharper than the human ribs you were accustomed to.
With the new context, you could see it in his face too, his full cheeks beginning to bow in.
“What happened to you?” you asked, cursing yourself that you could have missed this, could have let him keep his distance and hide this from you so easily.
“I’m not good at hunting,” he said, rufusing to meet your gaze.
“You were fine before, what changed?”
He shifted and you could see a war waging inside his head, the conflict written accrosss his features.
You waited, owing him patience at least.
Finally, he seemed to come to a decision and he spoke, still sad and low but with a sense of finality rising behind it.
“We’re not hunters, we’re not built for it. Not fast enough or sharp enough. We’re built to lure in prey but… you’re a person. If I hadn’t stopped to talk to you, you’d just be gone, drowned and devoured, and I wouldn’t even have known that it hurt, let alone… I can’t do it anymore,” his words had shifted from sad and low to frustrated and sharp. “I can’t hunt so I can’t eat fish but I can’t do it anymore. Every time I look at them I keep just seeing you.”
Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes at the thought that you had done this to him. The revelation that he’d been eating humans fell by the wayside at the sight of sad eyes on a gaunt face that used to be warm and soft.
And you couldn’t even do anything about it. You didn’t have the resources to get him fish, not after the measly few weeks you’d spent here. You had barely managed to find yourself lodgings in a grimy old inn, barely eating enough to keep up your strength.
But you had to. You couldn’t just leave him to this, in this situation that you’d dragged him into when you’d gotten thrown off that ship. When on the worst day of your life, he saw easy prey in front of him and decided to be kind.
And then an idea came to you. An awful idea, sure, but the only one you had.
You muttered a quiet “wait here” before you stood up and sprinted back to the dock, knowing you had to catch him before he left.
Finn’s face lit up when he saw you nearing him, relief pulling the tension out of his shoulders and bringing a soft smile to his face.
You grabbed his hand and with a soft noise of confusion escaping him, you dragged him down to your isolated little spot on the beach.
The whole time you pulled him along, as he followed you without question, you tried to think how to explain any of this to him.
You kept moving as you wracked your brains, needing to solve this, needing to know it could be fixed, and you came up with nothing.
Anything would be better than just bringing him in blind, a fact you realized seconds too late, arriving at your spot on the shore.
You saw the panic in Simon’s eyes seconds before disaster hit. Right before Finn noticed him, he was being snatched into the water, pale arms hooked under his armpits, holding him down in the shallows. It seemed mainly like shock and confusion that kept Finn down. Submerged in deep water he wouldn’t stand a chance, but here, in the shallows, against a malnourished and emotional siren; he could’ve taken him easily.
But he didn’t, instead thrashing a little with eyes wide and he tried to take in the simultaneous facts that sirens were real and that one had just dragged him into the water.
“He’s here to help, drop him,” you snapped, shooting a harsh look at Simon.
“I didn’t even do anything wrong,” he said, a grouchy look crossing his face as he let Finn go, drifting nervously back into the water. You recognized it for what it was. He was preparing for his escape, just in case.
You didn’t blame him for the instinct. To be honest, it was a good one. Blind trust like that in anyone could get him killed.
You hoped this wouldn’t be one of those times. You hoped you’d prove him wrong.
Your hand snapped out to grab Finn’s wrist as he tried to stagger away, eyes wide and frightened.
“Finn,” you said, keeping your voice measured and level. “This is Simon. He’s a friend.”
You didn't think you'd ever seen such panic and betrayal in his eyes, his face normally light and happy. He was breathing heavy, eyes darting between the two of you like he couldn't quite believe he wasn't about to get pulled back in.
Finn looked down at your hand encircling his wrist. He tested his strength against yours, almost pulling away before deciding to let you keep him there. Ever patient, he didn’t take the out, he didn't run. He waited, by your side, nervous but steady.
His breaths slowed, taking stock of Simon in the water.
You weren’t sure who looked more frighted, both sizing one another up, ready to bolt should the need arise.
You left them to it, terrified that any sudden movement would shatter the tentative peace that was forming between them.
He nodded slowly, eyes not moving from Simon, shivering slightly in newly wetted clothes. “And why exactly,” he began, eyes locked onto Simon, “did you want me to meet this friend of yours?”
“Um. So he wants to stop eating people,” you said, wincing as you heard yourself and the reality of what you'd just said sunk in.
“He eats people?” Finn asked, his voice spiking up in panic as his head whipped towards you.
“And he would like to stop. If we can’t help him, what do you think he’s going to start doing again?”
“It’s not my fault!” Simon huffed from the water. “The fish don’t hate you for eating them, why do you get to be mad at me?”
“The fish aren’t people,” Finn insisted, arms wrapping around himself as he shivered in the cold air.
“And you aren’t sirens. I thought you were stupid anyway, like fish.”
“You thought we were like fish?”
Simon shrugged. “Not like fish. But the difference from you to fish is like the difference from you to me. Or… I thought so. We might have been wrong. I don’t know, I just eat.”
He seemed uncomfortable with having to explain himself, shifting in the water as he glanced at you every few seconds.
It took a moment for you to realize what he was looking for. It was approval, you could see him searching for it in your eyes.
You weren’t sure you could give it to him. Your stomach churned at his words but you could feel how earnest he was, could hear the confusion and distress in his voice.
He hadn’t thought he was doing anything wrong. Why would he? He was just doing what sirens had always done and now he wasn’t so sure about it any longer and his whole past was filled with deaths he didn’t know if he could justify anymore.
How would you feel, you wondered, if you met a fish one day and that fish told you it was afraid? If it told you that it told stories to its young about your kind and how they’d snatch it up and cook it over an open flame.
Would it be your fault? Would those deaths be on your conscience?
Would you ever have the presence of mind to see a fish, alone in strange waters, and save it? Could you even do what Simon had done, take that first step?
Your heart hurt for him, alone in his crisis, with no one to talk to about it. His only options were his kind that depended on these horrible deaths to survive and you. And his prey.
Finn pulled you aside, far from out of Simon's earshot but it seemed to settle him a little bit to at least feign privacy.
“What do you want me to do here?” Finn hissed.
“I want to help him. He saved my life and… and even if he didn't, is this not for the best? He wants to do better, we can't just not help him.”
He nodded, hesitant but willing. “Okay, so what now.”
“I don’t know. He can eat fish, we know that for sure. Maybe other food too? Do you think he can eat human food?”
Finn pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. “I don’t know. How would I know? I guess I can get him fish, we could sneak a couple out and buy some before we leave at night. Would that be enough?”
You shrugged. “I have no idea.”
He sighed. “Great."
“I’m sorry I dragged you into this, I just didn’t know anyone else I could go to.”
He gave you a soft smile. “It’s the least I could do. Now, I’m going to go scrounge something up, you keep your little siren company.”
You shot him one last grateful look before settling down on the beach, water lapping at your shoes.
Simon pulled himself out of the water a bit, trying to get closer to you.
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.
You took his hand from where it lay, shifting nervously over some rocks, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“I know.”
#terato#merman x reader#merman x human#monster x reader#monster x human#monster bf#monster boyfriend#merman#I'm so curious how people's opinions of Finn have changed#are they better or worse idk#I swear some smooching will happen soon I just got lost in the sauce#also I will get Simon's chub levels back up nobody panic#I need him to be cute and soft its important
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Something something Neil kissing Andrew’s sleepy forehead before he goes on his early morning run
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With his 🌶️ and appendix keychains 🥰
#I want to smooch all his face#so soft so cozy#carlos sainz#carlos sainz jr#carlos in black#appendix keychain#chilli charm#british gp 2024#chili charm#handporn
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Some steamy smooches under cut
You have been warned
Get it? Cuz they're steamin... hehe
Ur welcome
#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#moondrop#sundrop#sun x reader#moon x reader#dca fnaf#daycare attendant#sun#dca fanart#smooches#hhhh#i love them your honor#soft sun#soft moon#kissu#icy art
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