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 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?

Mm, I did. And where did that get me? [He pointed out, tone still light though there was an edge of seriousness. He glanced over at Dodger out of the corner of his eye, too lazy this time to turn his head.]

I did not mind when your fingers got hot. It felt... [not nice, definitely not nice, that wasn't the word he wanted]... good. Very good.

[He rolled further onto his side so he could look into Dodger's eyes as they spoke, hoping he'd maybe glean something from his reactions or expressions that, perhaps, Dodger would not say out loud. The young man still confused him.]

Folks tend to like it. [He mutters evenly. He's never exactly conducted a poll, but he rarely gets complaints.

He sits up a bit more, watching the older man with something akin to curiosity. He's far more relaxed in this state, enough that the nerves are a little more obvious in the way he holds himself. He isn't entirely sure what he's doing, even less so now that the part he knows well is over with. Hell, he almost looks his age without the forced gruff exterior.

He hesitates, before speaking up:] Y'know, you remind me of this-

Are you done with him yet? I can disable the safety measures on the door for his exit.

God. Fucking damn it.

[His face falls, and that moment of openness is gone in place of rigid frustration. The voice that had spoken came from the crate in the corner, robotic and clearly pronouncing every word just a little more than a normal human would. It came from a certain large dog, who is waving his tail idly while he awaits Dodger's command, and somehow looks rather impatient.]

Give me five seconds to enjoy myself, huh? Fucking dumbass dog.

You told me not to alert the police under any circumstances, but your heart rate reached critical levels during that, and there's more than double your normal stress levels in the air. I advise talking to Shigeru.

Neither of us are talking to Shigeru, I told you to stay in your cage.

But-

Power down. Now.

[The dog lets out what sounds like a frustrated huff, before muttering:] Understood. [And he wanders back into his crate to slump in an annoyed heap.]

[It would be a lie to say the other voice didn't startle Ragnar a little. He recognized the robotic tone though. He was completely illiterate, his phone read everything to him in the same fashion, though his sounded like a woman. He kept his eyes on Dodger, though he briefly looked over towards the dog a few times, obviously curious.]

What was it saying about your heart and stress? [Oh, he was definitely teasing Dodger. He was pretty sure he'd caught enough of why the machine was worried.] So, it has been a while. As you said. [He gave Dodger a smug smirk.]

You did not answer it's question though. Are you done with me, yet? Ready to kick me out?

[He answers by grabbing one of the pillows nearest his hands, and smacking it unceremoniously against Ragnar's face. Still, it puts the traces of a smirk on his face as he pulls the pillow back and settles it under himself.]

Wouldn't mind if you stuck around. [He replies evenly, careful not to let himself sound to eager.] Just let me know when you're ready. If I don't let you out you'll end up in the hospital trying to get out on your own.

[Dodger had now joined the ranks of everyone else who constantly found that Ragnar's face and/or expressions made him extremely punchable while still frustratingly endearing. To his credit, Ragnar made a satisfying 'oof' sound as the pillow collided with his face.]

Well, I was thinking of staying just a while, but if that is how I will be treated... [He smirked.] I think I could be convinced for a drink. Do you have any, uh... what is it called here? Ale, but it is not called ale.

Your home is magic as well? [He had to say, the place didn't exactly scream 'magical'.] Is that why it would kill me?

[What can he say - being a creature that elicits the same response, it's hard not to fall into the trap.

With a moment of contemplation, he decides that if Ragnar is going to stay he wants to get closer. He shifts until he's leaning over him, and settles lazily on the older man's chest. He reaches over the side of the bed after a moment, fishing a pack of cigarettes out of his pile of clothing and lighting one with a snap of his fingers.]

Your people have magic mushrooms, right? Imagine something like that, except your greatest fear is surrounding you while you struggle to remember how to move. That's what will happen if you try to leave without my help. [He tips his head from side to side.] I'd say it's not magic, but hell if I know how it works. It's just a drug I rigged up with a rudimentary spring trap.

[Ah yes, those rudimentary spring traps that all normal people learn how to make. Why are you like this, Dodger.]

[Ragnar seemed happy to accommodate and started idly twirling a bit of Dodger's hair around his fingers, his chest slowly and steadily lifting and then lowering Dodger's head slightly with each even breath.]

Mm. Sometimes the mushrooms do that too. It depends what is around you. And what is in your thoughts at the time.

[He thinks a moment, frowning slightly.] Would you have let me try to leave? [And then he goes a step further and starts to wonder what kind of psycho has traps for people trying to leave versus people trying to get in...]

If you were an ass, sure. [He mutters plainly.] No one can go in or out without getting hurt - because I don't use the door myself. If you left before I was done with you, I'd let you get hurt. If you put me in danger, I'd put you on the other side of the door, away from me. It's a simple solution to a simple problem.

[As he speaks, smoke curls up from his mouth and the air starts to take on a feint smell like burning plants. He contemplates for a moment, before leaning up a bit and holding the cigarette so Ragnar could take it.]

Wanna try?

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