quaranmeme | MISTLEGLOW: a kissing meme

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MISTLEGLOW: a kissing meme

mistleglow: a kissing meme

Some residents may remember that back in September, a love-drunk and confusion-spell-addled newlywed mage from Gramarye Magic Research let loose some pretty little fairy lights that trapped people in the city in little invisible bubbles until they kissed (and any kind of kiss would do). Well, the same slightly-less-newlywed but no less romantically-inclined mage happens to really, really enjoy the winter season, and thinks it's totally romantic. That particular sentiment is pretty common in the Quarantine - while Hygge is the celebration of familial love, the residents of the Quarantine all agree that that family often includes partners and lovers. Besides that, the folklore of mistletoe as being representative of love and friendship is something that the Quarantine has in common with the universes many residents inhabit.

So, as the last week and a half of December rolls around, residents around the Quarantine will see the result of the resident romantic trying to share a bit of Hygge love - small, glowing sprigs of mistletoe will be floating around the Quarantine, ready to trap people up and make them share a bit of affection.

how it works

● Two or more characters walking under one of these glowing, floating sprigs will get stuck for one hour, trapped inside an invisible enclosure with an approximate three foot radius. The only options are to either wait out the hour, or to kiss! Characters will know they're meant to kiss, because part of the magic spell is the sudden and intense knowledge that they should kiss in order to break free. There is no compulsion to kiss, just the knowledge that that's how to get free. This time, instead of any kind of kiss working, there will be different types of kisses that will work to release the trapped residents depending on the color of mistleglow:

RED: MOUTH ● ORANGE: NECK ● YELLOW: CHEEK
GREEN: FOREHEAD ● BLUE: HAND ● VIOLET: BUTTERFLY

Trapped residents will not know what kind of kiss will work for each color and may have to experiment before finding the right one.

● Post up a top-level for your character with the types of kisses you're interested in threading out, and then go forth and have your character kiss (or refuse to kiss) others!
● This meme is for characters already accepted into the game to play with the mistleglow prompt from this month's test drive meme. If your character is not yet accepted into the game, please use the TDM post!
● This meme is GAME CANON, so any threads played out in this meme can be carried through into the actual canon of the game.
● Much like the TDM, threads on this meme can count for Activity Points, but not the monthly Activity Check.

header image is from santa's factory by Clement Danveau

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[He sank down onto the mattress, kneeling between Dodger's legs. The outreached hands were at first batted away and then he got annoyed and did his best to catch them by their wrists, wrestling them down to pin them above his head. Leaning completely over him to pin his wrists above his head, he found Dodger's mouth with his for a quick, heated kiss that he pulled away from almost as suddenly as he'd started it. He was, regrettably, out of hands now, but for the moment he would do his best to avoid any attempts to reignite the kiss, if only because he knew that it was what Dodger wanted.

Stretched out over him like he was, Ragnar could now readjust his position slightly, shifting his weight to bring their hips flush together. He bit his lip to keep from moaning as he ground down against the other man, slow and deliberate, eyes glued to his face to catch every reaction.]

[It's easy enough to stop trying to kiss him when he's being presented by something so much better, and Dodger struggles only for show against the hands pinning him down. As their hips grind together he ends up panting heavily, shivering as the Viking's scarred skin brushes against his.

Hopefully Ragnar doesn't get too comfortable, though. It's about here that Dodger decides he's done playing submissive, and his hands go oddly still before he pushes one up and uses the momentum to flip them over. It's also about here that it becomes startlingly obvious how strong Dodger is, as struggling against the moment is nearly useless.]

Don't get too comfortable... [He mutters playfully, shifting to grip Ragnar's wrists.] We're in my territory here.

[Behind them, the dog lets out a little whine and shifts so that he's not watching them.]

[Ragnar didn't manage to bite back every sound and a few low, breathless groans joined Dodger's panted breaths.

Part of him was well aware that Dodger was preparing something, stilling and gathering his strength. Another part of him, specifically the part of him that was finding his pants had become way too tight at this point, did not care in the least bit.

In a flurry of movement, he ended up on his back under Dodger, his wrists pinned. He looked far from concerned, smirking, his eyes glinting with exhiliration and lust. Naturally, he bucked his hips upwards in an attempt to free himself, muscles straining against being restrained.]

That does not always guarantee victory. [He rocked his hips up again as if to prove a point, back arching as he groaned quietly.]

[It's odd that Dodger doesn't seem to be in the same predicament; his face is flushed, skin hot, breath ragged, but not a single moan escapes him - the closest he gets is a soft grunt when Ragnar rubs against him in just the right way.]

Trust me... I don't know a man on earth that can keep me pinned.

[Except for Ivar... he finds himself thinking of the kid a lot around this man. Something about his eyes, his smile, his odor... he nearly pauses for a moment before shaking the thought off and leaning down to press his lips to Ragnar's collarbone. They trace a scar down along his ribs, as far down as he can reach before he would have to let go of the man's wrists, and his eyes flutter closed for a moment as he just basks in the presence of perfection, before he leans up to kiss the man again.]

How often do you do this?

[May as well get the important questions out of the way - just enough of them that he'll know how to use him effectively.]

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[Dodger's unnatural strength hadn't escaped his notice. Not at all. But, even though he'd been in Riverview less than a month, Dodger was just one more of a growing list of people who were not quite human but something else and who were aggravatingly much stronger than him without even trying. It didn't help that Dodger himself was also aggravating. Ragnar continued to skirt the line somewhere between feeling like he wanted to fight him or fuck him. At the cocky claim, all he could think about was burying an axe in the man's chest, but then his mouth was trailing across his collarbone and along one of his scars and he wanted him all over again.

While he was getting what he wanted, he ceased struggling, closing his eyes to lay back and enjoy the attention.]

'This'? [Well, that sort of answered his question. He opened his eyes to peer at Dodger with a hint of puzzled annoyance.] That was good, keep going.

Men. [He answers evenly.] If I have to talk you through anything, I wanna get it over with now.

[He'd had to explain the full process of sex the last few times he'd gotten a good lay, and it was frustrating... but he trusts the man's at least been with women. He pauses for a moment, cocking his head to the side before releasing Ragnar's hands in favor of sliding his fingers over the Viking's sides and along his hips. The tips of his fingers are searing hot, enough to burn the flesh without blackening it and leave a tingling behind as the cold air touches them.]

I'll keep going if you can earn it. [He teases, mouth straying close to the ties of Ragnar's belt but making no move to undress him.]

Since I was with a man? [He tried to think.] Does it count if there was a woman there also? What if the man was dressed like a woman? [That would likely answer Dodger's question concerning whether or not Ragnar would know where to put what.

It was ridiculously tempting to retaliate when Dodger released him, but the promise of more kept him from doing anything he'd regret.

Just as Dodger had likely intended, his body arched into the searing touch with a hissed exhale.

The proposed deal made Ragnar smirk in a mix of annoyance and amusement.] And what does that mean? How do I 'earn' it? [He propped himself up slightly on his elbows, the icy blue gaze fixed on Dodger looked equal parts lustful and homicidal.]

[Just like he expected, the man is an amateur. But an eager one, and that's really all that matters. There's something thrilling about the concept of marking new territory, one that's always drawn him to those that don't know better than to let him explore them.

And that hint of homicide in his look cements Dodger's excitement. It isn't aggression, it's cold and dry and confident and it nearly catches him in that serpent spell again. It makes him think of the feeling of Ivar's knives cutting his flesh, and he can't say he's opposed to it at the moment.

He lets out a short huff of laughter, leaning down to press another kiss to the very edge of Ragnar's visible skin.]

Simple. I'm not gonna do shit until you figure it out. [His eyes flick up to the older man then, mischievous and coy.] Feel free to feel me up while you're thinking, though.

[He shifted his weight to one elbow so he could reach down and card his fingers through Dodger's hair, fully expecting him to keep going. When he didn't, when he told him the plan, or the deal, or the game, whatever it was supposed to be, Ragnar's expression remained an icy mask.

He let Dodger finish what he had to say and then tightened the hold on his hair, grabbing a fistful of it, and yanked him forward as if he were going to kiss him again. Instead, he met him halfway with a headbutt aimed at Dodger's nose. He doubted that would wipe the smirk off his face, but it would make it considerably more tolerable. At the same time, he brought up one of his legs to knee Dodger hard in his inner thigh, hoping it would either surprise or hurt him enough for him to flip them back over.

He didn't loosen the vice grip he had on the man's hair, yanking his head back as he tried to flip their positions.]

I have no interest in idiotic games. [He let go of Dodger's hair, his hand moving to his neck like it was instinctual. His hold on it was tight, choking for a moment to get Dodger's attention before loosening his grip just enough for the young man to be able to draw breath.] If you want to do this, we can. If you want to play games, I am leaving.

[Dodger lets out a yelp of pain, and the dog jumps to his feet with a yip of objection and his hackles raised. But once Dodger can breathe again, now pinned under the Viking and wincing in pain, he barks a command at the dog.]

Brink, stay out of it.

[The dog hesitates, before sitting and putting his ears back, but the fur along his back does not go down.

Dodger grins up at Ragnar, now even more sure that he's going to enjoy the fuck out of this. He can already feel a bruise forming on his nose, maybe one around his throat too, but fuck it, he'll wear them like a badge of honor.]

You're no fun. [He teases, not even a little bothered by the pain. It makes everything just a little more exciting.] Alright, you win - I'll do whatever you want.

[It could almost sound like begging, if his voice wasn't breathless and near laughter.]

Whatever I want? [He echoed the words thoughtfully, if a little skeptically. He loosened his hold on Dodger's neck and slid his hand up to the young man's mouth, tracing his lower lip with his thumb.] I was quite enjoying what we were doing before.

[He pressed his lips together, showing his disappointment and annoyance that Dodger had ruined a good thing. With a nod, he gave him a hard double pat on the cheek before roughly shoving him over until he was mostly on his stomach. Burying one hand in his hair to twist his head to the side, he grabbed a hold of his hip with his other hand, grinding forward against it as he pressed his mouth to Dodger's ear.]

What did you want, hm? [His voice was a raspy, harsh whisper.] Did you think I would beg? Like a dog.

[Wrapping his arm further around Dodger's waist, he palmed him roughly through his pants, rocking his hips forward again with a low grunt. Niceties over with, he tugged at the front of Dodger's pants until he got them opened and yanked them down a bit.]

Do you have oil? [He gave Dodger's hair a yank before he could answer.] If I let you up, will I regret it?

[Dodger lets out another yelp as he's shoved, and his breath seizes in his throat as Ragnar grinds against him. The weight against his back is so perfectly exciting, but he still feels a rush of panic knowing that he's trapped like this. It makes it almost impossible to think, let alone speak, as his mind tries to sort through the crashing waves of pleasure and terror.]

Drawer. Bedside table. Clear bottle. [He gets that much out, panting like a dog and letting out small hisses when Ragnar is particularly rough.] I'll be good, I'll- fuck...

[Fuck, it's been so long, but the man reminds him of bosses he's had in the past. Men who would throw him to the floor, use and abuse him, and god if he didn't love every moment of it. He only wishes that the feeling of being ground against didn't come with those crashing memories of blood and sage, drums and hands gripping every inch of his body...

He shakes himself out of the past with a sharp motion, but the dog behind them is whimpering again.]

Brink, cage.

[At the breathless command the dog stands, cowering and unsure, and trots to the crate by the door to curl up so he isn't facing them. Nearly all of his fur is on end, every fiber telling him to protect his master, but Dodger calls the shots and Dodger has decided he can handle this.]

Good. [He let go of his hold on Dodger's hair and gave it an oddly affectionate ruffle as he eased off him. He pulled open the drawer, easily finding what he was after.

Glancing towards the dog and then back at Dodger, he raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Instead, he tossed the lube at Dodger, the bottle landing by his shoulder.] Go on.

[There was an unspoken warning that whatever prep Dodger wanted, or needed, he should get it done now. Leaving Dodger to the lube, he tugged the ties that did up the front of his pants. Like Dodger's, he only bothered to pull them down just as much as he needed to. Underwear wasn't really a thing yet where Ragnar was from, at least not with the kind of leather pants Ragnar was wearing, so once he worked them down, he was free.]

[Dodger hesitates a bit, the bottle of lube in his hand suddenly making this whole situation a lot more real. Something in his chest starts hurting, at the thought. When he tops, he rarely gives his bottoms any time to really think about it, but he's getting it here and he hates it.

He isn't about to demand the man does it for him, though; they've clearly established who's calling the shots, and as much as he'd love another bruise he fears the man leaving. So with some effort he wets his fingers and goes to work, trying to ignore how every hair on his body is now on edge.

It helps to glance back, at least, because fuck is this man gorgeous. If he could just stop the blood from rushing in his ears, this would be fucking fantastic... but then again, the fear does seem to add something to this, because he can't remember the last time he was hard enough to start aching like this.]

Hurry up. [The words were murmured, voice raspy and rough with desire. He leaned over Dodger again, careful not to get in the way of his prepping. Just enough to press his erection against his upper thigh. As he reached for the bottle of lube, he bit down on Dodger's shoulder, dragging his teeth over his skin.

The night had been a very strang one, full of ups and downs, some literal, but despite all of that the prospect of just letting loose and knowing the person he was with could just take it was incredibly appealing.

He straightens again to pour some of the lube on his palm, momentarily distracted by it. Where he was from, there were oils, plant or animal oils, but this looked like neither. The distraction was momentary, very momentary. He stroked himself a few times before slowing and simply watching Dodger.

He bit his lip and grabbed Dodger by the shoulder with his free hand, pulling him up so he was kneeling as well, and then grabbed his wrist, stopping him from working himself and moved his hand to his cock. He curled Dodger's fingers around himself and slowly rocked into his hand a few times, once again leaning forward to bite and kiss his shoulders and neck. He bit down particularly hard on his shoulder as he slid two fingers into him, the lube already on his palm mixing with what Dodger had been working in. He mumbled something in old Norse against Dodger's neck that he had no intention of letting the younger man understand.]

[He lets out a strangled moan as Ragnar bites into his shoulder, chest heaving in a mixture of pleasure and pain as the older man takes over. Somehow, fingering himself had felt just a shred more dignified than being fingered, and it comes with the rising sense of panic as the memories of Arzial's church push closer to the surface.

He lets out some phrase that sounds suspiciously like Latin, but not quite enough to be intelligible. It could almost be some sort of prayer. His knuckles are white where he's clutching the sheets now, his body nearly shaking with what could be anxiety or anticipation or both.

If he could just stop thinking about Arzial, it wouldn't be fucking terrifying... but with the moment so close at hand he can almost feel the fucking goat fur brushing against his skin, and hear the jeering laughter-]

Hurry the fuck up. [He mutters sharply, somewhere between a bark and a plea.]

[Ragnar's hand stopped moving and he frowned disapprovingly at the back of Dodger's head before giving the side of his head a light smack.]

I am trying to be... what's the word? Passionate? [He grumbled as he rolled his eyes and slid his fingers out of Dodger to shove his hand away.] Don't speak again. I like it better when you don't.

[He grumpily pushed at Dodger, forcing him back down until his chest was being pushed into the mattress. Bent over the younger man, he tilted his head forward, pressing his forehead against the middle of Dodger's back as he slowly, but steadily pushed inside him, guiding himself in with one hand.]

[He shifts uncomfortably when Ragnar stops moving; yet again the fear of the oncoming panic is matched by the fear of the man leaving him unsatisfied. But the smack to the head is almost enough to quiet that thought for a moment; it's a playful motion, if nothing else.

He obediently stops speaking, but he can't help another long, choked moan escaping his lips as Ragnar presses into him. Suddenly his heart is hammering, his skin is cold and hot all at once, and he feels like he's forgotten how to breathe. He's trapped, he's trapped and going to die, he doesn't know how but he is-

Dodger's skin turns searing hot, hot enough that it seems to glow unnaturally as he tenses up and shudders. Ragnar might want to back off, unless he wants some unmentionable burns from the hesitation.]

[It was good. Hot and tight and slick. And hot. Very hot. Very, very hot.

With a yell of pain and surprise, shoved at Dodger and tumbled backward onto his ass.]

What are you doing? ... Why? [He was too surprised to be angry yet, just confused. The man had been moaning... did this always happen when he had sex? Some warning would have been appreciated.]

[Dodger just stays where he is for a few moments, shuddering and squeezing his eyes shut tight while he tries to regain control of his body.

Cool down, cool down. He's not in danger. Even if he was, he'd welcome it. That's the sort of person he's decided to be, that's who he is. He takes a few shaking breaths and shakes his head to clear it.]

It doesn't matter. Just- keep going, I can- I can keep it under control.

[No, he can't. He knows he can't. But he's far from ready to admit that.]

You are out of your mind. [He panted, staring at Dodger as if he'd just asked him to stick his dick in a fire, because it wasn't that far off.]

What are you doing? How do you do that? [He reached out tentatively, hesitated, and then touched Dodger's thigh cautiously, expecting it to still be burning hot.

With a sigh, he kicked his pants the rest of the way off, now just finding them an annoyance. He had no qualms about being naked after all. Crawling to the top of the mattress, he sat with his back against the wall and thread his fingers together behind his head.]

You did not burn me earlier... What was it you wanted me to do?

[Ughh, of course this throws a wrench in things. His face is bright red, his expression almost a childish level of embarrassment. Fuck his fucking powers. At least when Ragnar touches his thigh, he's only a bit warmer than the average human. Once Ragnar has made himself comfortable he looks up, eyeing his cock with some reservation before looking up at his face.]

I didn't mean to. [He takes a moment to kick off his pants, and crawls on all fours to sit in Ragnar's lap. He hesitates briefly before pressing a kiss to Ragnar's lips, one of those kisses that's more like a dog licking submissively.] It just- happens. I panicked. It's fine. Let's keep going, yeah?

[It's not fine. His heart is still beating out of his chest, and there's a tense note to his voice as he speaks. But damned if he's not going to power through it.]

[With his back against the wall, Ragnar honestly looked nothing but patient and oddly laid back. At least, he was still mostly hard, though the interruptions weren't exactly helping him keep his head in this.]

Stop. [The word is mumbled, his resolve already starting to crumble. Just as half-heartedly, he gave Dodger another light smack to the side of the head, which somehow came off as more affectionate than anything else.]

That is very easy for you to say. You are not the one who will be getting burned. [He turned his head slightly, away from the kiss, obviously finding it difficult to ignore his body's reaction.] Why are you panicked? [He was so confused. Dodger had brought him here, he'd basically initiated, and now that he had what he wanted, he didn't want it any longer?]

[He takes a deep breath, failing to meet Ragnar's eyes as he leans into his hand. He really wishes he'd stop taking time to understand and talk things out, it's completely opposed to the haze of feeling and impulse that Dodger is comfortable in. While he's struggling with a way to explain himself, he takes Ragnar's free hand and places it firmly on his hip, urging him to keep touching him. He just needs to keep feeling something.]

I said it's fine, it doesn't matter. [He hesitates again, eyes darting for a moment before he finally manages:] It's just been- a while. Since I was on this end of things. It uh- it wasn't a panic, that's the wrong word- shock. It shocked me. I forgot how it- felt. Just- if we keep talking about it we're both gonna go soft, can you just- can we do this?

[He'd been such a smooth talker before on the street, but now he looks almost like an indignant child. Articulating his feelings has never been his strong suit, but here he toes the line of admitting he's nervous and afraid, unsure of what he's doing, and that just isn't something he can stomach.]

[He rolled his eyes, exhaling audibly in annoyance.]

And I said it is not fine. [He started to counter, knowing he was repeating himself and feeling more annoyed that Dodger didn't seem to get why it was an issue.

He chuckled softly at Dodger's attempt to talk his way out of, or rather back into, trouble.] No. I think we need to talk. [He left his hand where Dodger had put it though, idly running his fingers over his skin without seeming to really notice he was doing so.] I know you don't want to, but I don't want you to burn my cock off either.

So. How about you tell me what you want to do. And then we will have sex. And tomorrow, I will still have a cock. And don't worry, [he smirked suggestively, eyes glinting] I am sure we can both get hard very quickly again.

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