The OC above you accidentally kissed your OC

Holy shit this man is attractive.

When Camden first ran into Khaso, the way their lips connected as they collided was unmistakably an accident. But the way the shorter man lingered was not. 

As they pulled away, Camden covered his mouth with his hand and snickered, "well well well, look at Mr. Hotshot, feeling me up like that. You should feel honored." Up until this point, he hadn't taken a good look at his mystery Romeo, but as he finally looked around he saw several lamps floating around and one massive black wing. Not even Camden could claim he wasn't at least a little bit intimidated at the sight. Nonetheless, all too eager to keep up his act lest he look any more stupid, he continued. "Hah... next time take me out to dinner first. Though, I doubt you could afford me."

Camden turned around with a little spin and continued on his way but he could feel his cheeks heat up as he reflected on what just happened and what he just said. Well, he's never claimed to have tact.

For a split second, Jackson could only see Camden's face, could only feel their lips smashed together in a reckless, chaotic moment. It was like time slowed down to let him wallow in this embarrassment.
But as soon as it sped back up, he ripped himself away and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Oh man! Sorry about that, I wasn't watching where I was going!" he laughed, the tiniest of blushes on his face. He took a good look at the man before him. He was pretty well dressed and had this air of confidence to him, but mischief too. He seemed like the kind to party a lot. And, most importantly, he was young, about his age. They always were, weren't they? Jackson sighed at what could never be, then smiled again. "Sorry again, that was all my fault. I'm in a bit of a rush right now, but next time I see you let me make it up to you, okay?" he said while walking around him then striding down the sidewalk.
Whoo! That was a close one, he thought to himself as he spun a flashy necklace around his finger. Got a few bucks, too. Guy's a walking bank, but he's got some touch security too. Any longer and he was sure he'd been caught, if he hasn't been already. Hopefully that kiss stunt was enough distraction.

"...Hello?" Kiushhu half muttered, really the only response they could come up with when a black pair of lips accidentally brushed against their mask.

They weren't particularly bothered, more than likely not even processing the exact accidental action that had occurred. If anything, they just saw it as Peony tripping and bumping into them. Now whether this made it more awkward or less...That was up to the demoness.

"Are you alright miss Peony?" A small amount of concern rose in their voice, "That was a large fall you know."

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(Have fun getting mask bonked or some of their cheek fluff in your face NP. GFDJGHJHG)

Cookie was crawling on all fours, the rough stone roof dragging against her back slightly. None of these mines around here accommodated her girth at all! And this one-

"Oof!"

Something collided with her face and Cookie stumbled back a bit, as much as she physically could as the ceiling was so low.

"What the- Oh!" Upon getting her bearings she saw who had bumped into her snout, if any lips of his made contact Cookie didn't mention it, "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you at first...but I don't think you can see me at all can you? Are you lost in here?"

"Umm...You don't feel dizzy or have a terrible headache do you? I'm not sure if the air is breathable in here...Umm, you know what, let me just teleport the both of us out of here."

"Wow..." Ennette mumbled in awe while looking at the entrance of an abandoned mine. She'd never seen one in real life before. It was much more ominous than she thought. She took a hesitant step forward. So dark! She had to keep a hand against the wall to get some orientation. However, as she continued forward her hand knocked a rock down, which stumbled towards an old piece of wood and caused it to collapse. The entire mine began to shake! Ennette gasped and looked around for the entrance, but it was too dark! Suddenly, something grabbed her, and soon she found herself back outside.
Ennette blinked a few times, noticing something on top of her. The figure leaned back to reveal herself to be a very tall and supernatural being. The princess slowly got to her feet, her eyes straying to the mine, whose entrance was now blocked by boulders. She looked at the being. "You saved me?" she asked quietly. Cookie explained the situation, but Ennette quickly got distracted by a lipstick mark on her nose! She stiffened and tapped her lips. Did that happen during the escape? Oh, how embarrassing! Maybe it'd be okay if she didn't bring it up??
"Ah!" Ennette squeaked when she realized Cookie was waiting for her response. "Y-Yes! Yes! I, uh, agree? Umm--" She shook her head to clear her mind. "You saved my life! Th-Thank you very much! Please, there must be something I can do to repay you?"

Got to hurry, got to hurry...! It was a phrase that repeated over and over in Ennette's head as she hurried down from street to street. She had to get home quickly before practice or else her dad would get worried, and--
The princess let out a squeak as she slammed straight into a wall.
A warm wall.
A... soft wall.
A... cozy... wall...
This was no wall.
Ennette opened her eyes, they nearly bulged out of her head when she found a (handsome) man staring at her back. She jumped back, her face a bright red and puffs of steam shooting out of her ears every other second. "I-- I-- I--" she stammered, losing function in her mouth and unable to speak. What a crazy event she ran into! She ran into a man-- a literal angel and kissed him! It... It sounded like Fate, honestly! Could that be it?? Could they be destined to be together, guided by love's invisible force to meet through a kiss? A heavenly, wonderful kiss? Ohhh and he was so handsome, too! So strong and caring!
The princess pressed her hands against her cheeks and looked away. "Oh no," she laughed nervously. "I-If the kiss was that bad then you can forget about it b-but, uh, I-I don't mind!"

It all happened so quickly. Isaiah was simply taking an afternoon stroll, patrolling the streets for any demons causing mischief while he was at it, until....there was a white blur and what seemed like a flash of purple take up his field of vision. The next thing he knew, his lips immediately came in contact with something incredibly soft. So soft, it reminded him of something from centuries ago, but the memory was so vague. 

Despite keeping a straight face the entire time, Isaiah was actually quite startled. He froze in place, placing his hands over Ennette's shoulders before gently pushing her away from him. That was when he was able to get a proper look at her face. The angel could sense embarrassment with maybe a little bit of anguish? He was never good at reading emotions. "Are you alright?" was the first thing that came out of his mouth. For some reason, he started feeling bad for the siren. Kind of like he took something special from her? "I apologize if I've harmed you in any way. If you want, I will never speak of this incident towards anyone else." Though, deep down inside he knew he enjoyed it.

D. Vin had himself spending time alone in the open, ridiculously large balcony; with a cup of water milk in hand. Emil was sleeping in their bedroom after he spent the night together and even with the proper air conditioning, the sweltering heat of the summer still struck him and he felt the need to get some fresh air in the morning. He planned to only stand there for a few minutes, but he was about half an hour over, leaning against the railing - lost in thought.

Sharp-like, eagle eyes saw a brilliant feather floating down in front of him. It was a large one, and close enough for D to reach out and catch it. He figured that a pelican flew by their home, but the feather he was holding was much bigger than he thought previously.

But in a blink of an eye he his whole body being pushed over, even his hand that gripped the balcony. A flying man, with those same brilliant feathers behind him had crashed into him - their lips managed to touch and they kissed so abruptly that they didn't realize it until after they separated. And D's eyes widened to see a a man with such enormous wings behind his stature. It surely looked like he came from a movie, except his wings looked as real as ever. He was an Angel. 
Emil claimed that D. Vin's bright eyes, blonde hair, and pearly white skin made the Milkfather believed that D was an 'Angel that fell from Heaven' but there, a person before him was pretty much the real thing. 

And before he could say anything, the man peered at his watch before he'd tap on it consistently. Then the odd feeling of drowsiness were now apparently, his eyes eventually closing into darkness. Momentarily, he'd have the dreams of his beloved wife and children before he woke up to an brutish ox that shook him away a second later.

"You slept like a baby," Emil coo'ed, with his hand caressing his face. "Like an Angel."

An Angel. ... That was an oddly familiar word that struck him just now.

Frederick's eyes were wide as he found the random man kissing him. He quickly grabbed the man's shoulders and forced him off him. "Watch where you're going next time," he hissed, getting a small smile in return. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. There was something strange about this man, and he didn't like it. Scowling, Frederick moved around him and continued his walk, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
There was something definitely suspicious about that entire scenario. He recalled the events, remembering the man initially tripping, and he could have sword he moved out of the way. Was he being targeted? If so, for what purpose? A man like that didn't seem the type to have to resort to petty tricks to get the police working for him, and there was no possible way he knew his real job. And yet... there was a subtle feeling, a small, dangerous feeling, one he felt was being restrained and could demolish others if he so pleased. Frederick lowered his arm. He would need to research this man some more.

Humans were entirely dense, Krys decided. They could be directly in front of a human and the person would be so deep in denial about aliens that they just thought Krys was in costume. Even now, when Krys came to visit someone, they had accidentally found themself in a throng of people, who continually said stuff like "Nice outfit!" and "Nice cosplay!" ....What was cosplay? Well, nonetheless, the people around them were none the wiser that an alien was in their midst. Perhaps they should be thankful for this, but they really weren't, they kind of felt annoyed. Maybe they should find a different way to their destination. 

They turned to get out of the crowd, and someone had a similar idea, as she had turned too but had accidentally done so right into them. They both were around the same height, so when she bumped into them, her lips pressed accidentally onto the cheek of their mask. Their mask wasn't part of them, so they couldn't really feel this, they just deciphered it happened when she stepped back and glared at them momentarily. However, her expression faded into something more gentle the longer she looked at them. Krys uncomfortably glanced away, finding the emotions in her eyes more private than they wanted to experience from a stranger. 

So when she patted them on the shoulder, Krys jumped a little from shock, not expecting it. They looked to her for explanation, feeling like something important was going on, but she just nodded and walked away, leaving a confused bug behind. 

_{(NP be prepared for Krys nuzzling or pressing their mask against your oc, they're not taking the mask off.)}

Summer squealed out of surprise upon feeling a pair of arms wrap around her. She whipped her head around, staring at the masked creature that had her in their grasp.

"Fluffy friend! You did a spook!" Summer complained, squirming around in their arms. Failing to free herself, Summer relaxed her arms and pouted. Her lips then curled into a smile as she stated,

"You're fluffy. Fluffy be—is good. I love fluffy; it's just like—it's—it's just like blankies. Not the itchy ones, those are icky." The occasional collisions of Krys's face against the back of her head did not bother her. She rested her eyes briefly before opening them back up, resisting the urge to fall asleep. Summer turned back to Krys, accidentally bumping her snout against them.

"What you doing here, fluffy friend?"

Normally, Benny would've swiftly move out of the way, but for some reason stayed glued to the spot and came into collision with the lass. He blacked out for a moment and jumped right back into reality as he suddenly realized the position he was in. There was a shadow blocking his view....and his lips. Oh God, he was being kissed. Kissed by a dog. He immediately sat up, causing the two to bump into each other once again, except their foreheads came in contact this time, creating a stinging pain. 

In the public eye, it didn't look too weird for one to smooch their precious dogs to show how much they loved them, but in Benjamin's situation, that wasn't the case at all. Something about Summer seemed definitely off. She certainly wasn't your average dog. From the looks of it, Ben noted she could talk, which made him wonder if this was all a dream. With his palm against his forehead, he gave her a piercing stare. "Quite the eager little one, aren't you?" Then proceeded to let out a short laugh. "What were you even doing out here in the first place?" He got up, dusting off himself. "Next time, watch where you're going, love."

Tahlia wraps her arms passionately around Benny's neck before he even managed to engage. 

"accidentally huh?" she asks "I don't believe you"

She puts her lip and his and gives him a light kiss. 

"you know. some people would love to be in your position right now. I suggest you enjoy"

After a second she lets go. Then Tahlia taps his nose and winks.

"next time, find a better excuse to give the woman of your dreams a kiss"

She turns around and takes a few steps. then she stops and looks over her shoulder

"do remember, dear"