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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[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.

[Well. He has to admit the man has a point. He's burned people alive before, sometimes even by accident, so he's got no grounds to deny the danger of startling him any more.

With a huff, he gingerly settles himself properly on Ragnar's lap, slipping his hands loosely around the man's neck.]

Here I had you pegged for another fucking numbskull Viking... [He grumbles, still not meeting his eyes.] Fine, I want... [His fingers tense a bit, and his face actually manages to turn red as he imagines what used to get him off when he accepted bottoming. Past the blowjobs he gives to get out of trouble, which already make his skin crawl enough but are a palpable alternative to death.] ...I want you to stop talking about this and just pin me down and fuck me. And stop trying to cater to my fucking feelings. I don't care- I don't care if it feels good, I just want to feel something before I start thinking too hard, and lose my fucking mind, alright?

[Ragnar didn't move as Dodger slid onto his lap. He was still until Dodger's hands went to his neck. Unshaken, he tilted his head back slightly to lock eyes with Dodger in a steady gaze. His body betrayed him ever so slightly, pupils slowly dilating in excitement.]

Disappointed? [He hissed goadingly, sounding almost smug.

He scoffed at the 'request' and pushed at Dodger's arms to get his hands off his neck, once again frustrated. He pushed a hand roughly into Dodger's hair, grabbed a handful and yanked his head back, twisting his hand to make it painful and get Dodger's attention.] The reason we are talking is because of you. [He let go of Dodger's hair.] Because you cannot control yourself.

[Hand still by Dodger's head, he gave his forehead a light push with one finger.] Do better.

[He paused, thinking for a moment.] You like if I pin you... What if I did not go inside of you? [It was a simple enough solution.] And then you will take care of me.

[What if you stopped talking and did something before I break your fucking jaw?

He thinks it, and thinks it hard, but he manages to bite his tongue on the comment. Instead he lets out a sharp hiss as Ragnar yanks his hair; from the looks of it, that's rather obviously a fetish of his. As if to try and apologize for frustrating the older man, he leans forward a bit to press a kiss to the heel of Ragnar's palm. As he does one of his hands reaches down, hesitantly taking Ragnar's cock and stroking it with shaky rhythm.]

Like I said, do whatever you want to me. Just do something.

[He glared as he watched Dodger carefully press an apologetic kill to his palm, resisting the urge to tilt his hand just slightly different and drive the heel of his palm right into Dodger's nose. He took a slow, steady inhale instead, breath hitching ever so slightly when Dodger's hand first starts stroking him.

And then he had to speak. Un. Believe. Able.

He obviously could not do whatever he wanted because he had been doing that and Dodger had turned into a red hot coal fire.

Threading his fingers back into Dodger's hair, he once again grabbed a handful though not with quite as much pent up anger as before. Using his other hand to help push himself forward and gain momentum, he eased Dodger down onto his back, their bodies still locked together.

He seemed to consider Dodger for a moment before tilting his head to drag his teeth over his skin and bite down on his jaw, leaving little more than a few red marks. He managed to work his free hand between them, fingers curling over Dodger's to stroke himself. He was very, very careful to avoid Dodger's erection and to keep Dodger from getting to it either. Ragnar had decided he deserved a little lesson.]

[The bites make Dodger hiss with pleasure, and he shifts to give Ragnar more room to work. In return his fingers squeeze a bit harder over Ragnar's erection, careful not to heat his skin even if every fiber of his body wants to heat up from the pure excitement of the situation.

If anything, in this position it's even better to have nothing but the occasional brush of skin against his cock. He shifts uncomfortably before long, panting and letting out little desperate grunts. He isn't about to object, it's fucking incredible... there's a hint of panic still in there somewhere, but it's smothered by the feeling of being dominated by someone who's managed to entirely subvert his phobia and that feels fucking wonderful.

As soon as he can find an opening he grips the back of Ragnar's neck, pulling him into a kiss that comes off with a bit of a desperation to please him. Somewhere in there it occurs to him that Ragnar has no reason to stick around once he's come, and that kicks him into trying to win his favor back.]

[Ragnar seemed to protest the kiss as much as push into it. His groans were muffled as the kiss quickly became heated, a desperate contest between hungrily seeking contact and breaking to draw panted, heavy breaths. Instead of pulling Dodger's hair, he was now pulling it, dragging him closer even though they were already pressed together.

The desperation in his actions became more pronounced as he edged closer to climax, the pressure building slowly but steadily.

He stopped stroking himself and slipped his hand away unsteadily, pushing at Dodger's hand as he did, and shifted his hips. He was too caught up in his own needs to care about 'punishing' Dodger any longer, he wanted to feel him, hot and hard, against him. Loosely grabbing both their cocks, he began to stroke them, pressed flush together, with one hand. The slide and press of their bodies helped give them both more friction in the mix of his steady strokes as he rocking against him.]

[A moan catches in his throat, and then belatedly leaks out as he remembers how to breathe. Dodger finds himself squirming to gain more friction, and with Ragnar handling them both his hands are free to grip Ragnar's back and dig his nails in.

As he starts to teeter on the edge of climax, his fingertips turn burning hot, like his body had been before, but his grip locks Ragnar in place. His nails scratch long lines down the man's back, burning the skin enough to look like a sunburn later that will likely last the week. And then, afraid of Ragnar suddenly jumping back, his hands fly up again to grasp his back as Dodger comes across their stomachs with a long groan of pleasure.]

[The fingers digging into his back and leaving bruises only add to the intensity and make him groan between sharp inhales. It's the mix of pleasure and sudden searing hot pain that shoved Ragnar over the edge, reacting to the burning like he had the first time. His hips rocked forward hard a few times as he came with a low grunt.

He didn't move off of the younger man immediately, slowly stroking them both a few more times as they came down, eyes closed, resting his damp forehead against Dodger's as his panted breaths evened out. The burnt streaks on his back itched, sweat making the edges of them sting ever so slightly.

After a moment, he pushed himself up slightly, trying to untangle himself from Dodger.]

[Dodger is out of energy to stop him, but his hands are limp and heavy as Ragnar breaks free from them. The older man looks like a god, in the dim light of Dodger's crappy and cheap apartment, drenched in the sweat of the afterglow. He feels like Ragnar could ask him to do anything at this moment, and he'd gladly do it.]

That was fucking... incredible.

[He wriggles free himself, taking a moment to enjoy how the air feels cold after particularly good orgasms sap the unnatural power from his body. Cold is such a rare sensation for him, it's something he chooses to bask in.]

....What'd you say your name was again?

Edited (adjusting the dialogue a bit) 2017-12-30 03:58 (UTC)

[He couldn't help but laugh softly, worn out but content.]

I think... that is the first thing you have said that has not made me want to gut you. [It's said with surprising fondness and before he moved away completely, he gave Dodger another playful pat on the cheek.

He doesn't go far, just crawls off Dodger enough to roll over and collapse back on the mattress, propping an arm under his head, apparently content with basking around in the afterglow as well.]

Ragnar. [He continued to lazily look up at the ceiling.] What makes you so sure I would agree? [He turned slightly, looking over at Dodger with an equally lazy smirk.]

[He laughs at that, not missing the affection and definitely appreciating it.

He rolls onto his stomach, mostly to be closer to Ragnar and be able to watch him comfortably.]

I'm Dodger. [He shrugs lazily.] And it's not a hard guess. Thirty minutes ago you let me use "magic" on you for the sake of sticking your cock in me, you really think you wouldn't do it again?

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