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paper-lilypie · 2 years

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summertime

#why not #leaves this with y’all and heads to bed #smooches!#it be #fnaf #fnaf sun #sun x reader #moon x reader #fanart

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seeminglydark · 2 months

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‘Oh no! Gravity is pushing down on me!’

‘NO IT’S NOT!’

‘Yes it is, the same thing happened yesterday.’

Someone in my patreon server brought up this quote from Lilo and Stitch and I was like, yeah. He’s definitely leaning his entire weight on them, his trust game is big. Luckily Caro is pretty stronk (perhaps even to a supernatural degree) so he’s probably fine. Or is he…?

Johnny and Caro are from my comics Seemingly Dark and Mil-Liminal on Tapas and Webtoon.

#original characters #queer romance #trans character #smooches!#webcomics #oc art #big and small #tall and short #the punk and the cheerleader #the barista and the celebrity

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babygoestozspace · 7 months

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And when Meme and Blue trade HOHs for the rest of the season and sit in those final 2 chairs? Then what?

#bb25 #meme wins 9-0 I don’t make the rules #smooches!

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gardenerian · 1 year

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oh hello! thank you for this lovely prompt: "a gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss." hope you like! i also am using this as a chance to write a little something for my sweet @metalheadmickey on their birthday! some sweet and spicy husbands for you, my love!

read below or here on ao3!

The soft music fades and shifts, synth beats and a thumping bass coming through, shaking Ian out of his golden haze and back into the room.

His wedding.

Their wedding.

Liam and Carl are watching Frank from the edge of the dancefloor, rolling their eyes and laughing as they shimmy slightly to the music. Debbie is swaying in Sandy’s arms as Franny twirls around them. Lip sits with Kev and V, smiling despite the faraway look in his eyes.

His family, bathed in color on a day built at the altar of his love.

Mickey slowly comes back to earth as well, looking up at him with shining eyes. Ian’s heart aches in his chest, twisting and pulsing and threatening to give out under the weight of all he feels.

He feels - fuck, he feels so -

Overwhelmed with love and pride and devotion and gratitude - for his family, for the man in his arms. For his whole fucking life, for every moment that brought him here.

And still, an unspeakable grief for those absent; the empty seats around the room. For Fiona’s hands on his face, for Mandy’s arm slung around his waist. For his mother’s lips, pressed against his blushing cheek.

Mickey’s hands ghost along his arms, coming to rest at his chest. He fiddles with Ian’s lapels, traces lightly at the floral pattern.

“What’s goin’ on in there, Gallagher,” he asks, all at once teasing and genuine and open - the colors of this man. His husband. “Second thoughts already?”

A wet laugh.

“”Course not,” Ian breathes. His eyes sting. “It’s just - I just feel…”

I feel so happy.

I feel so free.

I feel so much.

“Yeah,” Mickey murmurs, “I know. Me too.”

For a moment, he feels wild with it. Insatiable. He needs something solid; he needs to anchor himself before he drifts away, delirious and delicious and desperate.

Mickey sees it. He always does.

“C’mon,” he says. Grins as he tugs Ian off the dancefloor. “Come with me.”

Mickey leads him through the light, through the color and sound, through the tinkling of glasses, through the gazes of knowing eyes that sparkle as they pass.

Right to the tiny bathroom shoved behind the bar. A return to their roots, of sorts.

Mickey pushes Ian gently against the dingy tiled wall, gripping him lightly by the hips. He smiles, searching Ian’s face with warm eyes.

“Long day, huh?”

“The best day,” Ian corrects.

“That, too,” Mickey agrees. “Just feels like we haven’t had a fuckin’ minute to ourselves since this morning.”

“Mmm. A nice morning.”

“Goddamn great morning,” Mickey says, holding Ian’s hips a little tighter. “Seemed like you needed a second, though.”

Ian melts, bringing his forehead to rest against Mickey’s. “Yeah,” he says, “just a lot, you know?”

“I do,” Mickey purrs. He leans up, pressing a hot kiss to Ian’s neck. Another. “It’s always a lot.”

“Always? You get married to me often?”

“Not that,” he chuckles. Then - serious. “This. Being yours. Sometimes I look at you, and it’s - after all of it… it’s - yeah. It’s a lot.”

Ian is stunned. They’ve carried the weight of their pasts around their necks through these years, flung together and torn apart, only for Ian to feel it dissolve in the bathroom at the fucking Polish Doll.

He reaches out. Touches Mickey’s face. Lets his fingertips lead themselves over his temple, his cheek, down to his chin. Tilts it upwards, basking in the glow of Mickey’s flushed skin, watching his lips part.

The kiss is sweet, all hope and light and promise. Something designed for a moment like this; something just on the edge of more.

“I love you,” Ian whispers against his husband’s lips, champagne and want on his breath. He feels Mickey smile, feels him press harder against his own body - feels the air sucked out of his lungs as Mickey kisses him fiercely, dizzyingly, so maddeningly.

His hands search and feel, grasping for purchase on Mickey’s body. His anchor. He worries, for a moment, if the white fabric of Mickey’s tux might singe beneath his fingertips.

Mickey doesn’t seem to have the same worry. He drops to his knees in front of Ian, white tux on the chipped tile beneath him.

He runs his hands up Ian’s thighs, gliding up to his ass where he squeezes kneads pulls touches and touches. Ian’s head drops forward, mouth hanging open. Was it only this morning that Mickey touched him like this?

His pants are around his knees before he understands what’s happening, skin suddenly exposed as Mickey works his briefs down. His hands are everywhere then; scratching and teasing. Deliberately, reverently.

Ian’s own hands are in Mickey’s hair, tugging just so. Just so Mickey has something to fight against, to growl low in his throat and push his way back to Ian’s body.

Mickey’s mouth is wet, hot, biting as he moves over Ian’s skin, sensations sharp and exhilarating on his thighs, his hips, his belly. His blood is singing as it moves through the heat, crackling in his veins.

If it wouldn’t mean losing this heat, Ian would pull Mickey to his feet and drag him back to the altar, ready to marry him all over again.

He sighs; the sound spreads through the air like honey. Mickey smirks up at him - lips glistening as he licks them, pulling the bottom one between his teeth and raising a brow in question.

Ready for more?

“Please,” Ian whispers, voice wet and clogged with need. “Yes, god, please, Mick.”

He brings a hand back down to Mickey’s face, rubs his thumb over that pink bottom lip. Feels the way it stretches when Mickey smiles at him.

His arms fall limply by his side when Mickey takes him in, agonizingly sweet and slow. Mickey reaches up and holds Ian’s hands against his thighs, lacing their fingers together as he swirls his tongue.

And it’s -

It’s the press of their wedding rings against his skin -

It’s the safe, wet warmth of Mickey’s mouth -

The flick of his tongue -

The delighted hum in his throat -

The bright hunger in his eyes when Ian bucks his hips -

He’s so fucking in love. He’s so fucking in love.

Ian gasps as it overtakes him.

“Mickey,” he sobs. “Mick - ”

Mickey knows. He always knows.

He keeps his pace, bringing a hand down to Ian’s ass, touching lightly, teasing just enough. Ian cries out with it, shaking through it, loved through it.

His head falls back against the tile, breath heavy and burning as Mickey stands to clean them up. He laughs a little as Mickey toys with his bowtie in the mirror, frowning when it still sits limp and crooked.

Ian zips up, tucks his shirt in, walks on wobbly legs over to his husband. He straightens Mickey’s tie, thinking again back to this morning - to before Mickey became his husband. It feels strange; wrong to think that Mickey ever wasn’t his husband.

“Thank you,” Ian murmurs. “You always know what I need.”

“Yeah,” Mickey snorts, “I know when you need your dick sucked, alright.” He softens then, takes Ian’s hand, fiddles with the ring on his finger. “I’ll always give you what you need.”

“I know,” Ian says. “But what about what you need? Think I could open you up if I bent you over this sink?”

Mickey’s brows meet his hairline, clearly interested. He shakes his head though, pointing over to the bathroom door.

“Hear that?” he asks, and Ian suddenly becomes aware of the cheers ringing through the dancehall. “Think they’re waitin’ on us to get outta here.”

“Oh,” Ian says dimly, genuinely disappointed that he won’t get to fuck Mickey in this shabby bathroom on their wedding day. “We can’t keep them waiting just a bit longer?”

“C’mon, man,” Mickey laughs, tugging Ian towards the door. “You seen that car Liam picked up for us? I’m gonna insist we pull over and fuck in there as soon as we get outta the parking lot.”

He holds the door for Ian, ushering him back into the color, the sound.

“We got time.”

#smooches!#happy birthday darling jess #tumblr writing #gallavich fic #mel answers

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emilykaldwen · 12 hours

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🔴 Red- What is a trait your OC has that those around them don't see very often? Is it seen by a rare few or completely overlooked?

🟠 Orange- What is a trait your OC hides about themself from others? Do they refuse to acknowledge it or begrudgingly accept it?

🟢 Green- What is considered a weakness in your OC that is actually a strength? What is a strength in your character that can be twisted into a weakness?

🔵 Blue- How would your OC spend a single day of interrupted peace? Where would they go or who would they be with?

🟣 Purple- What is something that your OC could not live without? What keeps them grounded in the worst of times?

⚫️ Black- When was a moment in your OC's life that they felt the most in control and secure? Was it gained through negative or positive means?

for the ask game <3

Miranda kicking down the door to my inbox with these xoxoxox

OC Ask Meme

🔴 Red- What is a trait your OC has that those around them don't see very often? Is it seen by a rare few or completely overlooked?

People often miss how stubborn Abby can be and that she is not, in fact, a passive little doll you can just mold and shape. She is constantly thinking and judging and also sticks to her guns where she can. She very much picks her battles, and it's rewarding to see her take more of those on.

🟠 Orange- What is a trait your OC hides about themself from others? Do they refuse to acknowledge it or begrudgingly accept it?

Hmmmmm I really have to think about this one. I think the thing she refuses to acknowledge is that her kindness and people pleasing, while not manipulative, is self-serving. Abby puts herself out there to try make herself indispensable and valued so that she is not forgotten about, so she has value, and people are invested. It's absolutely a survival mechanism she's not entirely aware of but notices from time to time. She doesn't want people to have a reason to dislike her.

🟢 Green- What is considered a weakness in your OC that is actually a strength? What is a strength in your character that can be twisted into a weakness?

Her good nature, hands down. Because she doesn't rally the troops, let her anger control her, doesn't do outbursts, because she is a genuinely nice person, it is seen both in story and out of story as a weakness. They see her as too passive, easy to push around, because of her calm and kind personality. I think on the reverse this strength can be twisted into a weakness because she can be taken advantage of when she's not being careful/overly trusting.

🔵 Blue- How would your OC spend a single day of interrupted peace? Where would they go or who would they be with?

Abby would love a lazy day in the godswood of Harrenhal/the gardens with Aegon and a lazy picnic. Snoozing, smooching, drawing, reading, listening to him play music, her reading out loud.

Alternatively, the whole day in bed is also very appealing.

🟣 Purple- What is something that your OC could not live without? What keeps them grounded in the worst of times?

Ponder ponder... I genuinely don't know right now. There's a book her father gave her that is a touchstone and important to her. This is a good thing to explore, I'll have to give it more thought!

⚫️ Black- When was a moment in your OC's life that they felt the most in control and secure? Was it gained through negative or positive means?

When she gets to that point, I'll let you know LOL.

#thank you so much miranda!#smooches!#miranda tag #oc: abrogail strong

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cosmos-coma · 20 days

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List five things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :3

ah, thank you! i love it! <3

A light rain in the morning (where you can just see it's raining, but its refreshing to step out in.

Silly little leafy/nature inspired decorum WITH a little bit of gold. Like a book with little ivy leaves painted inside with gold leaf or delicate pink flower earrings with a little bit of gold to highlight.

the Moon <3

Asian Food My Beloved. especially eastern and south Asian food <3<3

comments and thoughts on my stories!! You're beyond amazing when it comes to comments and you really have spoiled me haha. But it makes me really really happy when people reference specific sentences that really hit them.

#smooches!#lovely asks #lovely mutuals

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mxwhore · 11 months

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U deserve to reblog that post as much as you want. Reblog it some more tbh

one more for the go then ♡

#tessa answers!#smooches!

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foliosriot · 6 months

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Kisses for you

thank you bb <3

#smooches!#alex! ❪ 𖤐 ❫#alex’s anons!#my loves

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avoidcrowdraws · 10 months

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#smooches!#domsubcw #mine #my art #oc:lee #world:lee #comic

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isthisadrawingiseebeforeme · 1 year

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MUAH

that's me giving smooches to all you wonderful people who comment such nice things in the tags of my art

😗😗😗

#smooches!#for all of you!#i am genuinely always so touched when you say nice things #your compliments are so generous and specific and fun!!

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junksatellites · 11 months

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 ( 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 ) bold — always applies italics — sometimes applies or partner specific bold + italic — favorite strike — never applies normal — very situational / not a fan of but doesn’t mind it

#nsfw.#dash games.#muse | scarlet #this is for tiff hehe #smooches!

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babygoestozspace · 7 months

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Cam backdoor happening? Bowie Jane I never dissed 💖

#bb25 #that’s bowie FUCKING jane to you #smooches!

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a-byronic-heroine · 2 years

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@aelathehvntress asked: what if i just... 💋

Get a smooch! | Open

Kly pressed her mouth to the Companion's, curling her thin fingers under her chin. Her tongue laid siege to Aela's lower lip with the intent to conquer. Her other hand traced a trail down her arm, a path of physical war on the woman's senses. The hand under Aela's chin wandered back to cup her neck before Kly withdrew. It was hard to see the woman's reaction. It was dark, and the fire had long since gone from a roaring flame to a few burning embers.

"My thanks, Aela," Kly whispered as she withdrew with a smirk that belied the spark in her eyes. "I always enjoy our meetings under the stars."

#aelathehvntress #skyrim verse (interactions)#smooches!

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roebeanstalk · 9 months

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reblog to manifest gender euphoria for the person you reblogged this from

#it'll also give you euphoria btw #however you are rn is enough and you're doing enough #you deserve to feel comfortable even when your body doesn't match your identity #smooch

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allgremlinart · 1 month

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