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KISS KISS KISS MEME
Taken from everywhere.

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♥ Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom.
♥ When replying, RNG for a number between 1 and 21. The number you get is your kiss!
♥ Go from there!

kisses
1. French Kiss
Probably the most famous kiss there is, the French kiss is an open-mouthed kiss where one person’s tongue touches the other person’s tongue. Also called a “tongue kiss,” the French kiss easy enough to execute, but it can take years to master.

2. Butterfly Kiss
To give someone a butterfly kiss, get close to them so the tips of your eyelashes are touching theirs. Then blink very fast so your eyelashes flutter together like butterfly wings. It’s a fun, cute thing to do while you’re catching your breath from more traditional kisses. You can also give someone a solo butterfly kiss by fluttering your eyelids against their cheek.

3. Single-Lip Kiss
To give someone a single-lip kiss, take one of their lips between yours and gently suck or tug on it. It’s an awfully romantic kiss, and if you do it right, you’ll send tingles up and down your sweetie’s spine.

4. Spiderman Kiss
Based on the kiss in the 2002 movie Spider-Man, the Spiderman kiss involves kissing someone whose face is upside-down from yours, so your top lip kisses their bottom lip and vice versa.

5. Earlobe Kiss
A great kiss to to perform while you’re taking a break from lip kisses, the earlobe kiss involves taking someone’s earlobe lightly between your lips and tugging gently downward. For a more intense earlobe kiss, add a little bit of tongue, or use a gentle sucking motion on their earlobe.

6. Lip Gloss Kiss
This is a fun, flirty kiss for girlfriends to give their boyfriends. Put on a healthy amount of lip gloss or ChapStick, then rub your lips on your partners’ lips until theirs are coated, too. For extra fun, surprise your partner with a sweet, fruity lip gloss flavor.

7. Eskimo Kiss
In an Eskimo kiss, two people rub their noses back and forth against each other. It’s based on real kisses that people in Eskimo cultures give their friends. Just like with lip kisses, Eskimo kisses are best executed with your eyes closed.

8. Cheek Kiss
The cheek kiss is exactly what it sounds like - a closed-mouth kiss against someone’s cheek. Cheek kisses can be used as friendly greetings, flirty thank-you’s or cute, unexpected ways to say good-bye to your boyfriend or girlfriend.

9. Hickey
A hickey technically isn’t a kiss; it’s a red mark (a bruise, really) left on the skin after someone sucks hard enough on it. Hickeys hurt a little to get, but some people think the sucking feels good, especially on the side of the neck. It can be embarrassing to walk around with a hickey, so before you start sucking, get permission first.

10. Secret Message Kiss
In the middle of a French kiss, spell out a secret message with the tip of your tongue against their tongue. It might feel a little funny to the other person, but at least you’ll be getting your message across.

11. Vampire Kiss
The vampire kiss is a deep kiss on someone’s neck that can involve sucking or light biting on the skin. Since some people find it painful rather than sexy, and since the sucking might leave a hickey, always ask permission before you give someone a vampire kiss.

12. Wet Kiss
Wet kisses are any open-mouthed kisses, with or without tongue. A little bit of wetness during a kiss can be sexy, but try not to overdo it: too much saliva is sloppy. Alternate between wet kisses and closed-mouth kisses and single-lip kisses, and be sure to swallow occasionally so you don’t accidentally drool all over your partner.

13. Lizard Kiss
The lizard kiss involves flicking your tongue in and out of your partner’s mouth in tight, quick strokes (picture the way a lizard moves its tongue). This is a silly kiss you can try just for fun, but it generally should be avoided because it feels kind of creepy to get.

14. Air Kiss
The air kiss is a sophisticated gesture you can use as a greeting to your friends and relatives. To give one, rest your cheek against their cheek and make a kissing sound with your lips.

15. The Biting Kiss
The biting kiss is a more aggressive form of the French kiss. Like the French kiss, it’s open-mouthed and incorporates tongue, but as you pull back, your teeth lightly grab onto your sweetie’s tongue for just a second. Try it once and see how your partner responds. Some people love it, but others think it’s painful or weird.

16. Angel Kiss
To give someone an angel kiss, kiss them very gently on their eyelids or on the spot right next to their eye, using just your lips. It’s a very romantic way to wake someone up or say goodbye.

17. Neck Kiss
After French kissing for a while, some people mix it up by trailing their mouth down and “Frenching” the other person’s neck. To execute a neck kiss perfectly, go light on the saliva, focus on the motion of your lips, never stay in once place for very long and never suck hard enough to leave a hickey.

18. Jawline Kiss
To plant a jawline kiss on someone, give them a firm kiss on the bottom of their jaw, right where their face meets their neck. If they respond well to it, make a path of jawline kisses up to their ear and give them an earlobe kiss.

19. Breath Kiss
The breath kiss is a fun, silly kiss that’s almost more of a game than a kiss. To do it, open your mouth, inhale deeply and lock lips with your sweetie (like you’re performing CPR). Slowly exhale into their mouth while they’re inhaling, “passing” the breath to them. Without moving, slowly inhale while your partner exhales. Keep passing the breath back and forth until one of you runs out of breath or you both erupt in giggles.

20. The Love Kiss
The love kiss is any kiss that you give while thinking tender, loving thoughts about your partner. You might not realize it, but your kissing style can be influenced by whatever’s on your mind. Smooching with love on your mind will make your kisses extra soft and sweet. Whether it’s on your partner’s mouth, neck, ear or forehead, the love kiss is the most romantic kiss you can give.

21. The First Kiss
... And, by special request, there is also the first kiss. There are many types of first kisses; the RNG will decide which kind you get.

01. It's your first date, and you're dropping them off at the door. Are they going to lean in? Should you..?

02. You have been friends since forever. Everyone knows you like each other, but the moment quite hasn't arisen for the first kiss. Until now.

03. Awkward first kisses! Maybe you just bumped noses, or you kissed their chin instead. Time for attempt number two!

04. Maybe this is your very first kiss, or maybe it's theirs! Either way, one of you is experienced and the other isn't. What if it turns out really bad?! (But hey, maybe you're a natural.)

05. The accidental kiss. Might have tripped over your own feet, or maybe you've collided and they landed on top of you. Either way, your lips are locked- Where you go from there is up to you.

06. UST kisses. There's been some sort of tension between you for a while. Maybe you fight all the time, maybe you're in love with each other and you keep getting interrupted before anything happens. Either way, that tension needs to end now!

07. Either pick one, mesh some together, or re-roll!

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Thor was constantly teased by his brother about his lack of self control; he hardly restrained himself on the battlefield and he was completely unabashed about his other conquests too. as the date of his coronation came closer, Thor only got more and more restless. Hogun and Fandral were constantly knocked on their backsides during sparring matches, and Thor went on this streak of bedding beautiful maidens each night.

it was the morning of the actual coronation ceremony and for one reason or another, no woman was walking out of Thor's bedchambers. Thor hadn't decided to bring anyone back with him from the feast. his eyes had followed his brother as he moved about, elegant and poised while he spoke in hushed tones to scholars and other intellectuals. Loki hardly was the partying type, not like Thor. Thor was loud and inviting, dancing with whoever he wished and drinking glass after glass of mead. it was Loki's restraint that so often fascinated and infuriated Thor, that made Thor want to drag Loki back to his bedchambers instead of a random lass who happened to be hanging onto him when night came.

the ceremony wasn't to occur until high noon, and Thor still had quite a bit of wine in his system from the previous night's feast. he sat in bed for a long moment before deciding what to do next. quickly, he threw on some pants, pulled a tunic over his head, and shoved his boots on before departing quickly to his brother's quarters.

he ran his hand hurriedly through his hair once or twice as he took the shortest pathway to Loki's room. when he arrived, he didn't knock or announce himself in any fashion other than to open the doors with possibly more force than necessary, leaving them to bang against the near wall before slinging shut again.

Edited 2012-07-23 01:33 (UTC)

Sleep seemed to evade Loki on the eve of his elder brother’s coronation; a strange occurrence as sleep was one of Loki’s many more favoured things to do. Oftentimes, the younger Odinson found himself idle and restless in his boredom, and when not buried away deep within the confines of a good book or some scintillating conversation, you could bet money on him taking a nap somewhere instead. Call it an escapist behaviour, but Loki had come to adore sleeping recently, yet not for any profane lack of it. Rather, the young prince adored to dream in place of living.

In truth, it was rather a bad habit, perhaps a seedling of unhealthy behaviours to knock-on into a domino effect, though honestly? When he looked at the grand scale of things, it almost seemed preferable, to escape to dreams and wholly fictitious things like these. Books, avid conversation of the wholly unfathomable by day, and by night, flights of fantasy in sleep, ‘twas the way Loki liked it in this somewhat precarious climate. It kept him clear of his rambunctious elder brother, and it also kept him clear of any thinly veiled scathing on his favouritist father’s part. It also kept him clear of his bubbling bitterness, his rather obvious envy of the brother his family – and perhaps the majority of Asgard in its entirety – much favoured over himself. In ways, it was irritating to watch, see how his brother’s behaviour transpired. He was to be a king in no less than a few hours, and yet he behaved not at all unlike a cocky young boy, heedless and reckless in his silly designs.

Well, Loki wasn’t going to be party to it. Yes, he loved his brother ever so dearly, that much was undeniable, though it wasn’t something that could keep Loki from abstaining contact and tomfoolery. Thor’s idea of fun and Loki’s were often two different things, and Loki much rathered his own daft messes to his brother’s. While Thor rolled in women and that rather vapid, baseless lifestyle he began to run with, Loki resigned himself to exploiting his wiles and his natural knack for trickery. The women of Asgard had little interest in him.

‘Twas a good thing he had little interest in them also, wasn’t it?

A remarkably bitter fragment of his mind would say that Thor was welcome to them all. Jealous? Oh yes indeed, the million dollar question was, of whom exactly?

By the morning of the coronation, Loki lay sleepless in his bed, his covers strewn messily over his half-naked form. Limbs askew, he lay with an arm over his eyes, a last-ditch attempt at sleeping before the big coronation. Even if he only got half an hour, at least it was something… but then Thor had to barge in, without even knocking, and ruin every possibility of it.

“Thor?” Loki removed his arm from his face, looked up at him in soundless confusion. “What are you doing in here?”

reason would tell Thor that his quickened pulse and breathlessness was due to the briskly paced walk from his chambers to Loki's. however, Thor wasn't one to use reason when his heart started racing and his adrenaline kicked in. no, this was basically just Thor running on instinct.

years ago, when Thor had only recently started to grow a man's beard, he took Loki to bed with him. they had gotten their hands on mead and wine and when Loki didn't object to Thor kissing him, well. it went from there. Thor had some experience with women. and by some, he meant not much. the night was spent with Thor above Loki, pressing into him as the younger tried to stifle his own moaning. Thor kept telling Loki over and over how he loved him, thought he was exquisite. he never figured out whether Loki's tears were from his brother's words of devotion or from the pleasure or from discomfort. Thor didn't have a chance to ask the next day, as Odin sent him away for many months to study swordsmanship out and away from the palace. Thor didn't dare speak of their one night of intoxication and indulgence together ever, not to his brother or to anyone. he focused on becoming a warrior, a prince - not a lover.

Thor was older now. he had seen many moons and many battles, and also many women. it was a form of compensation, one might say, if Thor couldn't have Loki, he would damn well have as many women he could to forget the fact that his brother was - well, his brother. the person he was supposed to protect and care for, not bring back to his bedchambers at night. however, it was reason that told Thor all of this, and Thor wasn't one to use reason when someone as beautiful as Loki laid half-naked and someone as drunk as Thor stood before him.

"if I have to leave behind my foolish days of being a prince to take the title of king, I will - but not before I have you again."

while he spoke, Thor approached Loki's bed and sat next to his brother's hip. placing a hand on either side of Loki's head, Thor looked at the other with an earnest look of desire, but also one that sought approval. he could easily force Loki to submit to him, as Thor was far stronger - but he wouldn't dare.

Edited 2012-07-23 09:58 (UTC)

In ways, it was a bitter defence mechanism, was Loki’s attempted avoidance of his older brother. The long past departure of Thor to see to his swordsmanship many, many years ago had marked a stark shift between the both of them, both physically and emotionally. The changes that had ruptured their way in place once Thor had returned were all but impossible to ignore, and Loki? Well, Loki never really got over how things changed, not after a fall like that. Those months during which Thor was absent were perhaps the only that Loki could admit he spent in a flight of fantasy. A puerile art of him thought that it was something to truly get invested in, to leave his head around his brother’s heart as a place of unparalleled comfort. But for once in his life, Loki found himself wrong in his musings. When Thor returned, he was distant and even more reckless than ever. There was no heed for Loki anymore, only drinking and women; women in spades.

Indeed, it was a deep cut, but Loki eventually got over it, and learned that perhaps his brother’s supposed liking for him didn’t run as deep as he’d convinced himself of.

Despite this, however, in silence Loki would cling to every memory of that night he could snatch. Even though he told himself it was all okay now, he still clung to the sentiment, recalling it to be one of the only times he ever really felt needed in Asgard. It was nice feeling important. Although, it would have been the first and last instance, and Loki could no longer let go of that shade in his past. The young man couldn’t even glance at another woman without the thoughts colluding into the forefront of his mind, every chaste kiss he could recall and every noise they let slip into the heady night, heated bodies entwined and inextricably so. He could long all he wanted, but a part of him knew that he’d find no such feelings of completion in any other. Loki resigned himself to silent fantasy, unspoken resentment of a brother who’d long since forgotten his touch.

And then he blinked up at his brother, cautiously pushing himself up onto his elbows. Dare he play the fool?

“I fear you’ll have to clarify, brother…” he spoke somewhat lowly, luring and raising an eyebrow as he did so. He cared not for what may transpire that morn, but if he was going to extract any such mirth or delight from this unexpected little encounter, then he’d want every word spelled out to him, dance in every syllable of it. But then… then some bitter sentiment gripped his neck again, wrangled, twisted his face into something vaguely approximating.

“What, thrill me for a little while and pay me no mind later?” Quietly, Loki seemed to scoff, and that’s when he caught the scent of alcohol on Thor; in fact it was all over him. Good grief, how much had he drank? Loki seemed to frown a little bit. “You’re drunk…”

~~this is really short i'm sorry. and bad. dkjsfhsdakjfff /throws self off a cliff repeatedly?~~

Thor couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as Loki propped himself up, bringing his face mere inches from Thor's. he thought briefly to a moment a while ago when Loki was beginning to train for more physical combat versus his spell books, and he dared to spar with Thor. maybe it was the heat of the sun dizzying his mind or perhaps the frustration of Loki's aptitude with a knife, but Thor had him mercilessly pinned within a few minutes of struggling. his long braid trailing over his shoulder, Thor knelt above Loki with his brother's bony shoulders firmly within his grip. maybe it was the heat, but Loki looked up at the blonde with such devastation in his eyes. devastation and .. perhaps, desire. they remained in that position until it became too awkward for their company to bear, and they parted.

"no." Thor spoke carefully, drawing out the word for a moment before shifting about so that he had a knee on either side of Loki's hips. he lowered his head to whisper close to Loki's ear. "you want to know what I'm going to do, Loki?" he sneered, hinting at spiteful due to fact that Loki thought he would only entertain him for a short while.

"I am going to spend the rest of the morning making you cry out my name and writhe beneath me, and then through the whole night, I'll have you bent over and begging for more." closer now to Loki's neck, Thor grazed his teeth over the pale skin there. he kissed the spot where his neck meets his shoulders, just above his collarbone.

"I'm going to make your body ache, to mark your skin so that the whole kingdom knows you're mine." the last few words came out as a deep rumble in Thor's throat, nearly a growl, nearly a threat instead of a promise. his hips weighed down onto Loki's, pressure pulsating as Thor emphasized certain words, like mine. he pushed Loki's shoulders down suddenly. he had thought it over once or twice in his head, and not that reason was his strong suit, but he reasoned that his previous statement about forcing Loki to submit wasn't entirely correct. he knew that Loki was going to be excited and aroused by Thor, especially with his heat bearing upon Loki's small frame. it was only a matter of time before Loki submitted himself to Thor's motions, and he would keep on until Loki did so.

~~LENGTH IS NOT OF IMPORT flksjfkff-fff-f-- okay mine sucks tho but gimme a break it's like 6am skjdfkj /jumps off cliff with u.~~

Oh, Thor always knew exactly how to make his little brother tick, nay, he was such a natural with it. Seldom could a soul in the world know of Loki’s most basic inner mechanisms, yet Thor… Thor seemed to know the clockwork so intricately that he could trace each cog from memory and spin it as he saw fit. Thor could twist and bend and break his brother if he so wished. Loki could only count himself lucky that Thor wasn’t quite that malevolent. ‘Twas a thorn in his side, that much held true, though a thorn that did not sting perhaps as much as it should have. Loki couldn’t fight smiling. Just as Thor’s heady breathing ghosted across Loki’s ear – such sultry whispers mere music to him – his own breath hitched in his throat, and he was rendered incapable of nought but a silent clinging to the sheets either side of his diminutive frame.

For a quiet moment, he toyed with such notions, such ideas; of baying for his brother long and lurid into the night. Would he really hold up his promises? Would he really return by nightfall?

“And the night after that?” He croons, having shifted back into his brother’s sordid line of sight; stare nigh sick with sin. Loki smirked. “Will I still be begging then?”

A gentle, subtle bite into his lip, and Loki found himself utterly incapable of saying no to Thor. Not now, oh, definitely not now. Such white hot memories burned through him, age old embers that hadn’t lost a lick of their intensity over time, just burning away, painfully; longingly. Not even brandishing the slightest flicker of tentativeness, Loki let go of the sheets to one side and let his hand daringly wander to his brother’s side, just up beneath his tunic; flush skin stark against his cold hand. Loki uttered nary a word, instead he merely gazed, merely lost all of his inhibitions and his doubts to pure reckless abandon. Indeed, it wasn’t like Loki to run so headlong. Then again, this was Thor, this was his brother. Yes, his brother, the one to whom Loki would always belong to.

Marked or otherwise.

Not even the smell of alcohol was enough to deter Loki at this stage, rather he himself had fallen intoxicated to his brother’s whims, his brother’s licentious ideals. Slowly, he started to trail small, faint circles upon his brother’s skin; abstract little shapes with his fingernails, staring throughout, wordless and silently needing. A tightening of his grip, and he rested his forehead against Thor’s, eyes closed and a pleased smile upon his face.

“Go on then, brother,” he whispered, a simpering breath lingering between them trailing to the subtlest and most fleeting of touches upon Thor’s lips. Slowly, his hand lowered, daring to pull his lewd elder yet closer, harder against him. “Mark me. I dare you.”

Edited 2012-08-04 05:24 (UTC)

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loki ♔ mcu ; m/m?

rolled a nine. awwww yeah.

ho boy, dis gon' b gud.

if by good you mean hot, then why yes. yes indeeeed.

hAWT o Ao

scREECH.

scrEECHES LOUDA