#ask meme: kiss

[aegisshielded]

[ last ditch ] right before receiver leaves for battle, sender rushes into their arms and kisses them desperately

Different Kinds of Kisses Ask Meme - {Still Accepting}

The Monastery often sends off a gaggle of students to attend to a minor issue in some remote village, far too unbothered to deal with it themselves and worry the folks lining the church’s pockets. Those ornate, beautiful statues in the church don’t just carve themselves for free, after all. The very notion of sending students off to fight some bandits makes Felix scoff, and it reminds him far too much of the bitter memory of his brother, dead and buried in the ground for naught. 

This time, Felix is off with the Blue Lions students to deal with some bandits disrupting the peace. At least, that is all it is supposed to be. However, dancing embers float from burning buildings and catch Felix’s darting amber gaze. His eyes search for something, someone to focus on. His hand grips the hilt of his sword, unsure whether or not to draw it just yet. People run back and forth, desperate to put out the flames with spilling buckets of water from the local well. Bandits off in the distance taunt the students to do something about their horrific pillaging. Felix tenses, squares his shoulders, steps forward to charge, and is suddenly stopped by Sylvain. 

The chaos around them stops and fades away to silence. All Felix can think about is the firm hold Sylvain has on him as their lips lock desperately, as though they might not get the chance to do so in the future, as though this might be the last chance either of them might have to make meaning of their longstanding relationship. The very word “relationship” holds such confusion for it to properly apply to the two of them, their history with one another fraught with Felix's passing hopeful glances and mostly-friendly banter that dismisses the former. Felix has spent so long pretending he hasn’t wanted this very thing to happen—only, not like this. 

When they part and Felix has enough space from Sylvain’s lips to form words, he finds it difficult to do so that very thing. Instead, he furrows his brow with frustration and grips the collar of Sylvain’s shirt above his breastplate. “Don’t do that like we’re about to die!” He yells above the noise as it all comes back to his ears in a rushing boom. The silence is broken and Felix scoffs. “You owe me one that doesn’t taste like ash and sweat, Sylvain. Pay up when we return to Garreg Mach.” He huffs, finally draws his sword, and rushes off toward the bandits, though his heart races in his chest with more than just the adrenaline of battle.

[rendevok]

>:3c 🎲

4~ kissy atop the head

[pocketshipping]

ANYTHING WITH MUMBO GRIAN & SCAR? :DD

I SPENT WAY LONGER ON THIS THAN I INTENDED TO

[littlewinnow]

Draco + General physical contact headcanon

Hello!!

Draco was definitely spoiled with his mothers affection growing up, so he'd be pretty used to being physical with others. It makes me think he'd seek physical affection when he wants it.

HC asks

[bursting-at-the-memes]

Send "Stop talking" for your muse to shut mine up by kissing them

Alternatively send "Mmph!" for my muse to be the one to interrupt yours with a kiss.

[mcflymemes]

DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES *  send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt, nsfw implied

[ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking

[ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver's forehead

[ brief ] sender sneaks a kiss to receiver's cheek as they walk by

[ brow ] sender kisses the bridge of receiver's eyebrow

[ impossible ] sender kisses receiver as a final gesture, knowing they can't be together

[ hiding ] sender checks the area around them before kissing receiver, trying not to get caught

[ handful ] sender peppers the receiver's cheek with multiple, playful kisses

[ line ] sender draws a trail of kisses down the length of receiver's shoulderblade and up their neck

[ almost ] sender and receiver are centimeters apart, about to kiss, but something interrupts them

[ side ] sender places a kiss on the side of receiver's nose

[ tip ] sender kisses the tip of receiver's nose

[ underside ] sender leans in and places a suggestive kiss just under receiver's jawline

[ giggle ] sender starts tickling and kissing the receiver all over in order to make them laugh

[ knuckle ] sender lifts receiver's hand to their lips and places a polite kiss there

[ last ditch ] right before receiver leaves for battle, sender rushes into their arms and kisses them desperately

[ the middle ] in the midst of a battle, sender steals a second alone with receiver and kisses them to reassure them

[ dreamy ] sender and receiver indulge in a handful of slow, romantic kisses

[ darkness ] sender and receiver makeout in a completely dark room

[ ear ] sender nuzzles and kisses receiver's ear

[ recline ] sender climbs ontop of receiver and steals a kiss

[ lazy ] sender kisses receiver to wake them up from a comfortable sleep

[ dramatics ] as sender and receiver argue back and forth, sender launches forward and kisses receiver to stop the fight

[ distance ] across a large space, sender blows receiver a kiss

[ hold ] sender and receiver are hugging, and sender kisses receiver on the cheek in a tender display

[ regret ] sender and receiver start to kiss, but sender backs away in the middle of it, knowing it's a bad idea

[ reunion ] thinking they'd never see each other again, sender and receiver are reunited and run into each other's arms, sharing a kiss

[ inner ] in a heated moment, sender trails kisses along receiver's inner thigh

[ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite

[ greeting ] sender and receiver greet each other with kisses to both cheeks in quick succession

[ bunny ] sender gives receiver a bunny kiss by rubbing their noses together back and forth

[ supportive ] sender kisses the top of receiver's head

[ fingertips ] sender places light kisses to each of receiver's fingertips

[ tongue ] sender and receiver indulge in a heavy makeout that involves tongue

[ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time

[ final ] sender and receiver share a kiss for the very last time, and they know it's their last

[ storm ] caught in the midst of a torrential downpour, sender can't help but close the distance and kiss receiver in the rain

[ scar ] sender sees one of receiver's scars for the first time and gently kisses it

[ desperate ] the situation is dire, and sender can't stop themselves from rushing forward and crushing receiver into an aggressive, frantic kiss

[ tend ] while tending to receiver's wounds, sender gives receiver a reassuring kiss

[ stolen ] sender and receiver cross paths and can't resist ducking into a safe place to makeout before they carry on with their day

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips

[ lipstick ] sender is wearing lipstick, and uses that fact to mark receiver with a few lipstick stains

[ chest ] sender removes receiver's shirt and immediately rushes forward to kiss their chest

[ shivering ] sender places small kisses all over receiver's stomach

[ fake ] sender and receiver pretend to be a couple and are forced to kiss each other to blend in

[ maybe ] sender and receiver are best friends and experiment with a kiss to see where it goes

[temeyes]

hoi. can i please kiss soaps forehead☺ ty

hOI!! of course you can!

[stasyalovem]

Charles: *rambling about their current case*… this creature that terrorize our client looks pretty monstrous. Maybe we should kiss right now, just if we'll die tomorrow, innit? *leans to Edwin with his pretty convincing smile*

Edwin: Charles, we can't die, we already dead, you know

Charles: um…ok

Edwin: *smiles no less convincingly and leans toward him* And you could stop making up these silly excuses to kiss me

Charles: *Charles Rowland.exe has stopped working*

[rainbowd00dles]

3 for Allison & Renee, I cannot decide who kisses who because both are so cute 😚😚😚

Thanks for the suggestion!

i'm only doing sketches for all of these because i want to try and get as many done as i can!

[little-pondhead]

Some fic because I love your au, Fenton is gender brainrot, and little baby dan cracks me up. Full disclosure, my only familiarity with DC is DP crossover fanfic, and a Batman movie I fell asleep during. (If I had a better grasp on the characters I would totally write more :(( i love interactions) also sorry for the weird spacing. Idk why tumblr did that

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There was an empty cardboard box on the table of the Justice League’s main conference room. Taped on the top flap, next to a doodle of Fenton’s logo, was a jump drive.

Heaving a sigh, Batman plugged it in and pulled up his screen on the projector. The drive, which was named “little baby dan’s evil playtime���, contained two files; WATCH_ME_FIRST.mp4 and its-a-secreeeet.pdf. He clicked on the video file, and immediately the projector filled with a blurry close-up of Fenton’s goggles.

After a moment of fiddling with the camera, Fenton stepped back, giving a cheery wave. His lab coat and goggles were a pastel pink, which was new. “Heeeeya, Bats! Whoever else is there! If you’re watching this, you probably weren’t there when I dropped the box off, aaand it’s probably empty.”

He clapped his hands together gleefully. “And Connie, if you’re there, this is payback for cussing around my daughter.” Batman was instantly relieved that Constantine wasn’t on base. Hopefully the situation wouldn’t require Constantine’s expertise. (Or any of the Justice League Dark. Fenton seemed determined to drive them all to an early grave with his casual refusal to acknowledge the supernatural air around him.)

“Now, as you’re all heroes, I’m sure you’re all familiar with the whole,” Fenton paused for a moment, as if searching for the proper words. “”You ate a burger on a Tuesday or something equally inane, and it kickstarted a series of events that led to you going insane and evil and murdering 95% of the Earth’s population and now you must fight your evil alternate self, because your time-controlling cryptid Peepaw said so,” shtick, so I’ll skip the backstory. Say hi to Dan!” Fenton grabbed the camera, and Batman quickly jotted down several notes about the concerning number of things the boy had just said.

The camera swiveled around to show Nightingale, holding a strange beast in a manner that reminded Batman of an “elongated cat meme” Nightwing had shown him when he was still a Robin. The creature bared a maw full of razor sharp fangs at the camera. Nightingale adjusted her grip to hold the creature’s paw and make it wave, which evoked a deep growl.

“Haha, he’d kill me if I did that. Dan likes Nightingale much more than he likes me.”

“Because the worst she has ever done is attempt to shoot me.”

The camera had moved, so Batman couldn’t visually confirm that the deep voice had come from the creature, but the voice didn’t match any of Fenton’s previously revealed companions. “Yeah yeah, her aim sucked back then.” Fenton gave the camera a toothy grin that was only slightly less unnerving than the creature’s. “Dan’s not technically me, he’s much more like Dani, actually, but the world would probably end again if we left him with his other... What did you call him?” Fenton glanced offscreen.

“Bane of my accursed existence.”

Fenton chucked. “The other half responsible for his existence.” Batman added more notes to his file. “So, yeah, Clocky left him with us for a bit to help along his rehab. But a certain psychologist-in-training I know says that repressing rage isn’t healthy, and even without a lot of his powers, he can wipe out most of a city in- what, an hour? We tested it. It was around an hour.”

Everyone present shared a look of deep concern. As if able to see their reaction, Fenton quickly held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t worry! Clocky reset it. Approximately zero people have died from Dan in this timeline.”

“Yet.” Came a furious rumble from off-screen.

“Yes, you’re very scary.” They heard Nightingale coo.

Fenton laughed. “Yeah, we need him- and all of you, -out of our hair for a bit while we concoct more evil plans, and you’re all the least likely to die to him, so you get to babysit! Thanks!”

He reached to shut off the camera before pausing and turning away. “Foley! Which of the furries is the one who really likes animals?”

“Man, do you realize how that sounds out of context?” Foley laughed. “I think Tim said it’s the little one. Damian?”

Fenton nodded and turned back to the camera. “Don’t let Damian try to adopt Dan. Or anyone. Dan will bite their hands off. I mean it!” To emphasize his point, he removed one of his hands.

Batman sighed and added “ability to remove limbs” to a list of Fenton’s powers.

“I’ll include a list of “tasks”” Fenton’s disembodied hand made finger quotes, “we gave Dan to keep him occupied. There’s some at the bottom for you guys. They’re mostly just blatant abuse of his powers for the sake of fun and science. I’d appreciate it if you’d let him mark things off the list and add notes on how it goes. Or you can do it. Or I can steal your cameras. Your choice.”

He thought for a second. “I think you’re supposed to leave, like, pizza money or something, but I don’t think you can get pizza delivered to space. Anyway, thanks for letting me blab your ears off while Dan’s probably committing war crimes for twelve minutes. For your sake, I hope he inherited my interest in space. Good luck! Thanks for babysitting!”

Waving with his still detached hand, Fenton ended the video. Batman closed it and opened the PDF as the few other members present murmured amongst themselves. Most of the pages were filled with a curling script Batman didn’t recognize. The fourth page had a huge, bolded header, reading JP TASKS.

The door opened and shut in half a second as the Flash burst in. “Superman!” The speedster wailed. “I can’t get this thing off of me!”

The Flash waved his arm around, sending small droplets of blood flying as he tried to dislodge the creature sinking his teeth into the speedster’s arm. Batman raised an eyebrow beneath his cowl as Superman quickly lent his super strength in attempt to pry the creature’s jaw open. Dan didn’t budge.

Well, he could certainly see the family resemblance been Fenton, Dani, and Dan. Shaking his head, he turned back to the list.

Task 1: Find Dan. He’s probably attacking someone.

He highlighted the text and crossed it out. This was going to be a long shift.

[Anon, this is me crying over the wonderful gift you have given me. You bastard.]

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"Do you think Fenton's regeneration powers extend to his..." Green Lantern frowned, trying to remember the word the kid had used but coming up blank. "I dunno. But do you think if we cut off little Dan here, he'll heal back up with no problem?" He gestured helplessly to the scene in front of him. Flash was still screeching about the beast on his arm, and now Superman and Wonder Woman were trying to pry him off. Batman was standing to the side, silently bemoaning the lack of quiet. He just wanted one peaceful shift. Just one. Please.

"I'd like to see you try, hero. And I'm not little." Dan spoke, startling all of them. His grip on Flash's arm tightened, making the speedster squeal before releasing the man and spitting out a mouthful of his blood. Batman noticed that his mouth didn't move despite the clearly spoken words. In fact, when Dan closed his mouth, it was like he didn't have one at all.

"So you do speak!" Superman marveled.

"Of course I do. I am not unintelligent, unlike you lot."

Despite his pain, Flash still made sounds of protest that everyone promptly ignored.

Superman flushed. "I just wasn't sure. It was hard to tell in the video."

"Ah, yes. The video that the Fenton menace sent you. Was there a note for me in the flash drive?"

"Uh, no." In one of his less finer moments, Green Lantern stuttered over his words and moved in front of Batman, obviously lying. Dan merely growled and flew through both men, heading straight for the giant monitor. Batman barely suppressed a shiver. Density shifting? Might as well add it to the list. He could see Martian Manhunter, who was in the back of the room, tilt his head at the display.

Dan ignored the room as he used his entire body to manipulate the computer mouse and scrolled back up to the top of the page. Staring intently at the scribbles no one could make out, the heroes could do nothing but shoot each other nervous and confused glances. More than a few of them jumped when Dan chuckled deeply. Honestly, his tiny body was at complete odds with his baritone voice.

"Maybe rehab will be fun if he's letting me do this." Dan sneered, flashing their reflections a sharp fang. No one wanted to ask what exactly he was in rehab for. The little beast turned his gaze to Batman. "You are the one called Batman, who rules the cursed city, correct?" The dark hero nodded, not trusting himself to say anything. "Excellent. You will be my chaperone for now, just as Fenton decreed it. Good luck, mortal man. Pray, I do not destroy your home a second time."

Without any time to unpack that conversation, Dan promptly disappeared from view. Some blinking text caught his attention, and Batman scrolled back down to the English text, glancing at the next few items on the list.

Task 2: Do not let Dan read his portion of this letter until you have a way to track him. There is no containing him.

Task 3: Keep him with a chaperone at all times. (If you can)

Task 4: Do not let Dan back into Gotham unless you're fine with a sudden decrease in the clown population.

Task 5: Take him for a walk in Death Valley. He likes hunting lizards.

Task 6: Make sure he goes down for his 2pm nap every day.

Task 7: He'll ask for it, but do not give him any burgers for mealtime. It upsets his stomach.

Task 8: Dan gets ONE(1) sweet after dinner before brushing his teeth. Those green pop rocks Batman always carries will do fine; he likes those. :)

A sudden alarm blared from his wristwatch, making Batman tear his eyes away from the screen, indicating an emergency at Arkham. This time, Batman actually sighed out loud. There was more to the list, but right now, he really needed to find their new charge before he killed the Joker, from the sound of it.

[aegisshielded]

[ scar ] sender sees one of receiver's scars for the first time and gently kisses it

Different Kinds of Kisses Ask Meme - {Still Accepting}

He should have never let her get close enough to see the scars, let alone press her lips softly to the marred bit of flesh. As soon as she places the gentle kiss on the scar on his hand, his body goes stock-still and he stares at her with wide, amber eyes, words lost in his throat as his mind seizes to silence.

After a few short moments, though, his mind catches up to the situation and he snatches his hand back quickly, clutching it to his chest defensively as a rosy hue begins to paint his skin from the neck up to his ears.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He manages to say, though the words feel like they are scratching their way out of his throat. "D-Don't just kiss people's hands like that!"

Julia never ceases to amaze Felix with her oddity.

[voiceofsword]

i saw this meme and was like oh yeah this is them. without a doubt

[rendevok]

omg,,, hi this is totally the first time we talk ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ what do u think of #1 for the kith meme with the tiniest hualian / moenix philes (o゜▽゜)o☆ like tiny tiny, microscopic

What do i think? Por que no los dos?

[nicbutnasty]

🧡 landoscar :))))

Thank you!! Apologies this took a few weeks, but also it grew from a quick drabble to almost 1k words of fluff, and is still somehow the quickest fic I've ever written. Hope you enjoy!

[send me heart and a ship for (what was meant to be) a brief snippet]

Lando/Oscar, kissing in bed/lazy kiss/cuddling

In hindsight, Lando thinks, maybe Oscar did have the better idea for a dedicated napping spot in the McLaren motorhome. He’s already given up on trying to sleep in his room downstairs, struggling to get comfortable and switch his mind off, but it’s a full afternoon of media lined up for later – there’s no way he’s gonna make it through that without a nap.

Normally, curling up in a corner would work just fine – he wouldn’t mind, he’d even requested a bed extension for this year so he’d have room to stretch out, but it still isn’t quite right. Not when Oscar’s probably fast asleep in luxury upstairs, with his full-length plush sofa bed and the afternoon light streaming in through the windows. Like a bloody cat in a sunbeam. And here Lando is, tossing and turning on a plank of foam covered metal. 

If Oscar has the best napping spot, well, Lando would just have to go and make the most of it too. 

—

Quietly, Lando pushes open the door of Oscar’s room, and sure enough there he is, stretched out on his sofa-bed like a particularly contented cat. He looks softer somehow, Lando thinks, more relaxed, more open than he usually is around the track in the daytime. It makes Lando want to do something stupid like brush the hair out of his eyes and kiss him, some sleeping beauty nonsense or whatever. He quickly pushes the thought to the back of his mind.

Oscar stirs slightly as Lando enters and pads over to the bed.

“Kim?” Oscar asks, voice rough with sleep, rubbing bleary eyes with the back of his hand.

Lando perches on the edge of the bed, the only space there is available with how Oscar’s sprawled out across it. “Nah it’s Lando. Budge up, I wanna sleep too.”

Oscar shuffles back only a couple inches, so Lando prods him in the thigh.

“Nuh, comfy,” he murmurs, cracking an eye open to peer at Lando. “Get in or get out.”

Lando sighs in despair, but still he kicks his shoes off and swings his legs up onto the sofa bed, curling himself into what little space there is, back pressed flush against Oscar and his head tucked below Oscar’s chin. Oscar simply responds by throwing an arm around Lando’s waist with a satisfied hum.  

Even like that, Lando can admit this is the better option than his bed downstairs, and Oscar is nice and warm. His arm is a reassuring weight over Lando, and he relaxes as Oscar’s breathing slowly evens out towards sleep again.

Lando shifts a little to get more comfortable, fully accepting this is the best way he’s gonna get some sleep before the next round of media duties. He’s careful not to disturb Oscar too much, but Oscar lets out a soft groan anyway and pulls Lando closer to him. 

“Stop moving” Oscar murmurs into his hair, before pressing his lips right there against the top of Lando’s head. 

Okay. Well. That’s new, Lando thinks, but definitely not unwelcome. If he’d been any closer to sleep he’d have thought nothing of it, but as it is, he’s now very much awake. 

The idea of staying still now firmly out of the window, Lando twists in his hold to look up at Oscar. He’s got his eyes tightly closed, feigning sleep, but with a soft pink flush across his cheeks like he’s just realised what he’s done. Lando takes a moment to just observe, hoping Oscar doesn’t open his eyes and catch him staring.

There’s a red crease curving down his cheek from how he’s been sleeping before Lando disturbed him, reminiscent of the balaclava lines that always make him look so vulnerable post-race, with cheeks flushed just like they are now. There’s the constellation of freckles across his face that makes him want to trace them with his fingertip, playing dot-to-dot until he gets down to the two moles nestled against his throat to press a kiss right there. Then mingled in with the freckles, there's that light spattering of pimples from where the balaclava sits against his skin, that Lando hates on himself – somehow they persist despite his fancy skincare routine – but that on Oscar he just finds endearing.

Cautiously, with his heart thudding in his chest, Lando cranes his neck upwards to place a careful kiss to Oscar’s jaw. There’s a soft intake of breath, and then Oscar is moving to tentatively brush Lando’s lips with his own. 

Lando kisses back, bringing his hand up to brush Oscar’s hair from his face – just as soft as expected, he wants to tangle his fingers in it, and this seems to be something he’s allowed to do now, so he does. His brain is almost working on autopilot as his lips move against Oscar’s, and when Oscar sighs into the kiss, Lando can’t help but deepen it, licking into Oscar’s mouth. He tastes like mouthwash and sleep and heat, and Lando has always been desperate to take as much as he’s able, half-blanketing Oscar’s body with his own in an attempt to get impossibly closer.

Oscar pulls back slightly, and Lando freezes, worried he’s done something wrong and ruined this tentative thing between them, but Oscar just smiles dazedly up at him, eyes all soft and crinkly at the edges. “This is nice,” he murmurs.

“Yeah,” Lando breathes. 

Oscar lifts his head to press another chaste kiss against Lando’s lips. “Okay, now sleep” he says, letting his head drop back on the pillow with a soft smile. 

“Yup, good idea,” Lando replies with a grin, but Oscar’s already shut his eyes and once again is doing a good impression of being fast asleep.

Lando’s still half-draped over Oscar, who seems quite content with that, so Lando simply relaxes back into Oscar’s arms and shuts his eyes, allowing himself to slowly drift off to the steady in-and-out of Oscar’s breathing.

[capn-twitchery]

41. A kiss out of spite

@viric-dreams ' roberts is having the worst day. ship sunk AND worst kiss ever AND twitch stole one of his buttons right after. AND twitch still got outta there without being murdered

and they're digging their claws directly into his cheek

[letshareapapou]

*screeches into inbox* Tech/Crosshair 18 - a kiss while laughing for the kiss prompts please!!!! 🥰

Tech is just so cute who can resist him?