A much better, platonic peck on the cheek
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A much better, platonic peck on the cheek
6: gentle peck
RotagXAri
hmmm i may or may not ship them
I want the K ((sorry not sorry!! >3))
6: Gentle Peck {{*SNORTS* WOW. xD}}
The thunder rolled in the distance, reminding Dallas of her father’s booming voice. It was filled with disappointment and distrust, her mother’s expression matching her father’s tone. She had bolted from the house, not caring about the rain pelting her and practically freezing her solid. She couldn’t take it anymore, she had to get out of there. But that was yesterday.
Dallas had gone to the one place she knew she could find comfort. She leaned into the dragon’s black scales, one arm draped around his neck. Toothless would always be there for her and he had proved that. She felt better now and warmer, too. The blonde gave the night fury a gentle peck on the head, silently thanking him.
'I want the K'
6: Gentle Peck
⊰❦⊱ ▬ Dopplegangers had proven themselves to be strange enough as they were, exact mirror images in only appearance. They were each boxes decorated for their exterior to look the same despite their contents being far from so. So, perhaps, given their odd nature, this request isn’t as surprising as it should be, but the surprising fact lies with Touko failing to show any signs of a possible rejection.
how can she refuse herself?
Lips softly brush against the others in a fleeting, teasing moment that’s over far too quickly, nothing too intimate, nothing that holds any meaning. But, she allows a smirk to play upon her lips when she breaks the connection, her forehead resting against her twin’s, a low chuckle slipping past pink tinted lips as amusement sparkles within cerulean hues. ❝I don’t recall this being the standard way to greet your own twin, but…❞
❝I guess it’ll do❞
I want the K
6: Gentle Peck
(I made it Chulu)
"Hikaru?"
"Oh, hello Pavel,"
Chekov catches Sulu in the hallway of the Enterprise, and can’t help himself. He holds the pilot’s hand for a moment to gather his courage. He takes the plunge, and gently places his lips to Sulu’s for just a moment.
I want the K
6: Gentle Peck
A small blush came across his cheeks and he nodded his head, having to comply to each and every person asking for a kiss, no matter who they were. Especially, when they were someone that wanted you in their bed. With a heavy swallow and a deep breath, he leaned forward.
Their lips connected for no more than a few seconds before he was pulling back and taking a step back, the nerves overcoming him and causing his entire body to shake.