MISTLEGLOW: a kissing meme

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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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[storradr]

[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.]

[smokedout]

[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.]

[storradr]

[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.]

[smokedout]

[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.]

[storradr]

[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.]

[smokedout]

[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?

[storradr]

[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.]

[smokedout]

[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?

[storradr]

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.]

[smokedout]

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.]

[storradr]

[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?

[smokedout]

[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.

[storradr]

[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?

[smokedout]

[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.]

[storradr]

[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...]

[smokedout]

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?

[storradr]

[In or out. Well, that actually made him feel a bit better. But not much.]

Done with me. [It's not a question. He echoed the words like he needed to try them out like maybe they wouldn't be quite so bad if he tried saying them. No such luck. Still, he was trying very, very hard to shrug off the feeling that he was a hapless fly who had found himself stuck in a spider web. He hated that feeling. In fact, he hated the feeling so much that he would just refuse to acknowledge it.

The cigarette being held in his direction interrupted his train of thought. After a moment of consideration, he took it.]

What does it do? Like the mushrooms?

[smokedout]

A little. It's dried herbs. [He takes a moment to consider how exactly to describe it.] Suck on the orange bit, smoke will come through. Hold the smoke in your mouth, and breathe it in if you can handle it. Most people cough, I'm not gonna be surprised if you do.

[Dodger on the other hand, hasn't coughed on smoke since he was very young. His lungs would probably be blackened if he didn't have the advantage of a unique superhuman biology.]

It won't make you see anything, but it's ah... just nice to do. Calms you down a little.

[storradr]

[He gave the cigarette a vaguely suspicious look but mimicked the way he'd seen Dodger take a drag. It didn't taste terrific, but then neither did mushrooms. It wasn't until he tried to inhale it deeper that it caught in his throat and he ended up turning his head to cough a few times. He took another drag, again coughing, but this time less violently, and then passed the cigarette back to Dodger.]

What do you mean 'done with me'? [He asked again since Dodger had conveniently decided to ignore his not-quite-a-question question.]

[smokedout]

[Honestly, he's impressed the man went back for seconds. He's got respect for that.

To the question, Dodger responds by giving him a coy smirk, before finishing off the cigarette and stumbling to his feet.] You wanted a drink, right?

[He has no qualms about wandering around naked and sweaty in the privacy of his own home, so he just moves over to search his cabinets while he speaks off-handedly.]

I meant exactly what I said. Anyone that comes back here with me stays until I'm satisfied. Or they're dead. One or the other, sometimes both. Here- try this, it's called Fireball. You might like it. [He stalks back over to offer the bottle to Ragnar.] And before you say anything, no, I'm not trying to kill you.

[storradr]

And what if they do not wish to satisfy you? What then? Would you force yourself on them? Or just kill them?

[Not that he hadn't met people exactly like Dodger before. His brother was a prime example.

He was still giving Dodger a deeply distrustful glare, but he took the bottle. Before it ever got close to his mouth, he caught a whiff of the strong cinnamon flavor and wrinkled his nose.] Why does it smell like that? What is mixed with the alcohol? [He was already handing it back, not on account of the alcohol, but on account of the cinnamon, a completely foreign smell that he found absolutely repulsive.]

[smokedout]

Sounds like you know the answer to that.

[And there's a glint of mischief in his eyes that compacts that hint.

He takes the bottle back with a huff of laughter, and takes a large swig from it. He barely even flinches at the burning taste of the cinnamon; it's his favorite drink, after all.]

It's mixed with cinnamon - you don't have spices back home, yeah? [He may not know much about history, but he's pretty sure spices weren't a thing until 1400 or something.] It's uhhh... what is it. A kind of tree bark that burns your tongue. People put it in desserts these days.

[storradr]

I do not. It is why I am asking. [His tone was terse.] And I would like to hear you say it.

You are stronger than a normal man and your skin burns at your command. Would you have used this against me if I had not agreed to 'satisfy' you? [His eyes narrowed at Dodger, wanting an answer.]

Cinnamon? [He didn't particularly want to talk about the alcohol at the moment.] No. I have not heard of such a spice.

[smokedout]

[Dodger's eyes sharpen a bit, and he sets the bottle aside with a huff. They'd been doing great with this game of subtlety, Ragnar has to ruin it.]

What's it matter? You agreed and you went through with it, so why bother with what would've happened to someone else in your shoes?

[He sounds almost like an annoyed child, as he speaks. He moves away again, searching through his cabinets for something else that he knows Ivar has liked.]

Was and will make me ill, I take a gram and simply am. [He offers another bottle, this one smelling purely of alcohol and filled only a quarter.] Here, you wanna try this instead? It's just Irish whiskey.

[storradr]

You would not want to know if the person whose home you were trapped in and whom you were considering having sex with again was a rapist and possibly a murderer as well? Not just a murderer but someone who murders people over sex. Who is suggesting that he would rape and murder you over sex?

[As far as Ragnar was concerned, if these things were true Dodger not only sounded like an annoyed child, he likely had the impulses and control of a petulant child as well.

He takes the bottle, but he's obviously reluctant to drink much of anything or even stay at this point. He inhales before bringing the bottle to his lips, smelling only alcohol this time, and took a drink. It was strong but acceptable.]