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The NAUGHTY MISTLETOE KISS Meme

So, it's that time of the year, isn't it...? The mistletoe's hanging up everywhere, just waiting for a lucky couple to take a smooch underneath its leaves... but something's not quite right under this plant as you begin to suddenly lock lips with the first person your eyes meet. You feel strange... almost as if you want to do some crazy, sexy things with whoever you're with...

Whoo, talk about an early Winter present!

ROLL RESULTS:
1 - Just Kissing: Mistletoe is the best place for sharing kisses... but there are other areas on your partner that lips can touch... and suck to their heart's content!
2 - Rough and Wild: Kissing is just... too soft for you. You want something... dominating, rough, maybe with some force? Maybe some tools and toys are nearby... like rope, paddles or other objects? Feel free to use them to your advantage!
3 - Confess My Love: Once your lips leave, you suddenly want to tell this person how you feel about them, tell them that you love them more than life itself... and maybe even show them how much they mean to you through the best gift of all - yourself?
4 - Touchin' and Teasin': Someone's definitely on the naughty list! Somehow, your hands won't leave your partner's body alone... Maybe you want to explore every inch of that hot body, just to see what places make them tick...
5 - Take Me Please: The heat from that kiss is growing... and so is the urge to want to get those clothes off and just get wild in the sack. Ho, ho, HO... indeed!
6 - Lick Me All Over: Lips are lovely, but don't forget the tongue! Time to take an adventure and just lick every part of your partner to see what they'll do...
7 - Something Fluffy: Kissing was nice, wasn't it? Maybe you want to keep the mood calm and sweet as you find a warm fire to settle beside... and just enjoy this moment together.
8 - Cuddle and Coo: A smooch is fine, but what you really want to do with your partner is... just stay close to them, hold them tight in your arms and feel all of their warmth against your own. Clothes are optional.
9 - Watch Me Play: Kissing was just the warm-up exercise, because now you want to put on a steamy little show for your partner in the most intimate matter possible - by touching yourself.
10 - Right Here, Right Now: Can't wait to get into the bedroom, can you? Even the shy ones can show their hidden bold side underneath this mistletoe, so why not just go for it where you are now?
11 - Total FAIL!: ...Wait, that kiss didn't go right, did it? So, why do you just want to go at it and do your worst in the sack? Because you two can, that's why!
12 - YOUR CHOICE: Choose any situation you'd like... or be creative and make up your own scenario! The mistletoe has many effects, even more than what's here!

MEME RULES:
- Post your character with the basics - ex. [Name | Canon | Sexual Preference] - in the subject line. Feel free to post any kinks or even a basic scenario to start things off, but they aren't necessary here.
- Repliers: ~~Take a lucky roll of a couple of DICE!~~ Set RNG to 1-12! Whatever your number equals to, that determines your mistletoe's hidden effects! Reply to anyone you wish, regardless of canon [but please follow the sexual prefs of others! Thanks!]! Remember to put what you rolled on your subject line too!
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- PROFIT! Take the results as far as you wish! Want to kiss under another sprig of mistletoe for another round of excitement? Go ahead and try it out! The possibilities are completely endless!

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[Dave drags up every fact he knows about plants and, nope, mistletoe is supposed to be poisonous, not arousing. But no, by the time he's managed to get both himself and John out of the room Zim had filled with the stuff, Dave is about ready to hump the sofa just so he doesn't have to expend the effort to get his pants off. His balls ache and his stomach is tense to the point of making him feel nauseous. Fuck, he needs to get off so fucking bad. And John's warm against his side from where they flopped against the wall after finally absconding into the living room. Zim's living room. God, he's listening to Dib about what parties not to go to after this. Even if the fucker is crazier than a headless chicken, he seems to know when a party will inevitably go to hell.]

[Or in this case, go to Dave's cock. There is no way John could miss his boner, even if he was paying only the barest semblance of attention right now. Dave's brain is too waterlogged from all the lust he's floating in at the moment to realize the possibility that John might have been similarly effected. He's too busy trying to get his breathing regular and not let on to his totally heterosexual best friend that he's the thing in the room that Dave would most like to push his dick against.]

[But honestly, it's rapidly starting to become a useless effort. His cock is twitching along with each frantic heartbeat and it hurts, and at the same time the involuntary motion is dragging the head of his cock against his boxers and shit that's agonizingly in that it feels fantastic but isn't nearly enough. A brief glance downwards reveals that yup, there's a wet spot already forming in the front of his jeans from the fucking precum.]

[Something must be done.]

Uh. [He clears his throat furiously to try to fix his voice.]

[John's mind is almost gone with the fog of lust clouding it. Mistletoe, the fuck was that? Dave's cock sticking very obviously out against his pants? Oh yes. John keeps himself to Dave's side, clinging to his shirt and hoping with all his might that his past declarations of false heterosexuality can be erased. He's said it enough times that Dave would have to be dumber than everyone else in this city not to remember that John=heterosexual. Of course, it's a lie, and fuck fuck fuck he regrets telling it. He just didn't want to get bullied, and it wasn't like he was expecting his new best friend to be fucking hot on top of being all-around awesome in a person.]

[John's dick is equally strained and pressing, although much more painfully because just his luck he didn't set his penis in a good boner position when he put his clothes on today. It's taking all of his willpower not to reach down in his pants and at least fix it so it's not painfully bunching up against his boxers and jeans. He winces every time he moves, and the aching arousal isn't helping the aching mispositioning. He sighs, shaky, oh so very shaky, and tightens his grip on Dave.]

[He looks down and feels his face light up and his dick jump--OW, fuck--when he takes very precise note of the wet spot on Dave's pants. O-oh jeez, if that wasn't the hottest thing he's seen in real life, nothing was. He licks his lips, as they'd become dry with desire and whatever else. He wants Dave's cock, he wants to see it and feel it and watch Dave's face, touch and be touched, all these things he's wanted to do that he's damned himself from doing through his stupid "bullying do not want" thing. Karma was a fucking bitch.]

[But--but maybe, maybe if he can pass this off as a "bros helping each other out" sort of deal, then...well, fuck, he's not sure, but he's pretty sure that if he suddenly jumped Dave and started grinding on him his best friend would go into shock or something. So, instead, he presses himself closer and purposefully rolls his hips, running his painful--owowow--erection against Dave's thigh. John has always failed at subtley, but this is the best he can do.]

There's a couch right there, if it's, uh, not too awkward for you.

[Dave's spine straightens right out at the feeling of John's hard cock against his leg. Oh. Oh fuck, right, the chances of some weirdass drug thing only working on Striders was extremely low. Alright, Dave. You are not going to do anything retarded. You're not. You're not technically even out to this boy, although you're pretty sure he got the picture from your unironic brokeback mountain poster.]

[So let's not be stupid alright?]

[OKAY. Okay. Pretty sure that groaning in relief and frantically pulling John into a kiss might qualify as stupid. Dave, however, could not care less right now. Fuck, he has a go-ahead, however conditional and plant-based it might be, and that is plenty to enact ~~continuous daydream~~ plan 'get John's dick in my mouth'. It's probably Bro's fault that giving blowjobs is what turns him on-- not directly, god, that'd be fucking nasty. But because he's given Dave a bit of a complex for doing something right and making someone else happy, not to mention that all the porn in the house made blowjobs out to be some kind of heavenly gift given to mankind.]

God, fuck, John, I don't--ah, I don't do awkward, dude-- god, you're fucking gorgeous, you should be horny all the fucking time, shit.

[Alright, Dave. You may have given yourself away, there. Worry about it later? Yeah, worrying about it later. Right now, he's hard enough to understand the pained edge to John's face and take pity. He tries hard not to break the kiss even as he digs his thumbs into both of John's waistbands together and yank them down, but John's already taller than him and he needed to duck down. It leaves him mouthing at John's collarbone, and he's very okay with this.]

[John has decided he wants to kiss Dave forever. It may be the desperate horniness placed upon them by the mistletoe, but he felt the kiss as charged and hot and god he wants more. He wants to know what Dave's tongue tastes like, and he's starting to give very little fucks if Dave ends up calling his heterosexual bluff after this. He's close to pulling Dave back up for proper, tonging makeouts, but oh fuck yes his dick is free and Dave's mouth is on his collarbone. This is fantastic, it's great, it's more than he could have asked for.]

Fuck, Dave, you are seriously one to talk...

[He grabs at his dick, pacifying the aching with a few slow pumps, just to tide himself over until they can get down to business. A sigh escapes his lips, and he has to hold himself back from coming. No, he and Dave are going to do some kind of sex, painful boner be damned. Dick less pained, now, John starts to return the pants-yanking favor by unbuttoning and unzipping Dave's pants before pulling them down.]

I've never done this before, Dave...

[Just to give his bro a heads up for his probable future obviously-a-virgin-ness, really, if the fact that once presented with two dicks he looses all memory of what to do with two dicks. Just. wow. this is exhilarating and mind-mushing.]

[Dave is going to call his bluff on the way home, but only because he wants to make out with his best friend once more before sending him home to daddy. Because man, Dave's had a few kisses, he's too popular not to, but no amount of technique or planning could compare to John's delirious enthusiasm. If Dave could get this moment on tape, he'd never need any other porn again.]

Fuck.

[John's aderpable buck teeth were not allowed to be sexy. But they're a part of that face he's making as he touches himself and it's fucking gorgeous. If whatever drug was in those plants made Dave's head go fuzzy, then watching John with his fingers around his cock is an out of body experience. He's out of it enough that the motion of John taking Dave's pants off throws him off for a moment and he briefly wonders why his dick hurts less before his brain puts the pieces together.]

Shit, I've never gone this far either, we'll figure it out.

[He shoves John backwards onto the couch, and falls onto him like an animal. He was already perfectly capable of dominance and now he's fucking drugged, John will just have to forgive him if he prefers to be on top. One arm is sacrificed to the noble cause of keeping Dave Strider from flopping onto his best friend like a dead fish, but the other gets the honor of grabbing John's hip and pulling their pelvises together.]

[Dave's not entirely sure what the reaction to this would be. Kinda depends on who finds them-- Bro'd be unconcerned, but the cleaning staff or other party guests? They'd probably have a problem with Dave pinning the heir to the Zahhak fortune to the floor and leaving entirely noticeable love bites all over his throat. Of course, doesn't that just make it more exciting? The mistletoe hanging from the ceiling was just an excuse to get into Equius' pants in the most inappropriate way possible. He's in an indulging sort of mood, so he's settled one knee between his... well, friend? Maybe? Fuck if Dave had any idea what they were to each other. Anyways. He's got a fucking knee pressed into sweat-soaked pervert boner.]

[And, really, he winced the first time he used anywhere near this much pressure, but it seems like Equius likes this kind of shit. Figures that his most frequent fuckbuddy would also turn Dave into some kind of weirdass male dominatrix. He just needs to get heels and whips, and the only reason he doesn't have those already is Bro keeps stealing them.]

[He smirks, and it's somewhere between aroused and sadistic.]

Want to get fucked in the front hall, Zahhak?~

[He's only fond of Dave when behind closed doors, cocks dripping with arousal or not. He isn't judgemental, wouldn't sell him out, and fuck did he know how to have sex. Dave Strider is as loyal as they can come, and his lewd kinkiness is on an acceptable par to Equius' own sick perversions. They took risks, and Equius, up to anything and also wanting to keep at least some of his kinks private, tended to leave the ideas to Dave for their sexual encounters.]

[Trying to fuck him on the floor of the damn front hall of the opera house just under an hour from the opera ending, for example. It was terrifying, dangerous, and oh so helplessly arousing; Equius would have only dreamed of it. Dave does it and that's what's so wonderful. He also knows to be rough and that he's allowed to be as dominating as he wishes.]

[Equius growls and he would swear before a jury that his cock jumped in his pants when Dave smirked like that, granted it wouldn't destroy his reputation from the top-down, among other things. He narrows his eyes from behind his shades--they're the only way he can bear being face-up toward the room's elegant lighting--and his face is flushing very, very deep and hot with beads of sweat forming on his upper lip. Fucking hell. Equius gives an affirmative roll of his hips, harshly pressing his aching dick against Dave's pointy knee. Yes yes yes, that's it.]

It's a poor choice in location, Strider.

[But that is far from a "no."]

[Dave's smirk only widens when Equius moves against him. That's the best part of this, the constant little moments of victory. He is in more control of his encounters with this boy than he is in control of anything else in his life, and it's exhilarating on any number of levels. Equius lets him lead but isn't opposed to fucking anything Dave's found yet, so there's freedom here. Whatever he wants, he can fucking have it, no strings or media speculation or raised eyebrows from his brother attached. He can just have it.]

Then you'd better hope you don't scream, slut.

[That was one he'd found by accident-- he'd called Equius a dirty whore as a joke in casual conversation and the next thing he knew, they'd been naked. Not exactly a negative discovery- dirty talking was just another way of showing off. He leans in closer, looking downright predatory by this point.]

Because I intend to make you.

[The kiss is half biting, a level of brutality that he started with. This wasn't learned, it was enthusiasm. He unbuttons Equius' fancyass pants and shoves them down without bothering with the zipper, knowing that it would hurt a little bit that way. The underwear come right down with it, and Dave grabs the exposed dick, squeezing harder than was kind.]

So go ahead and try to stay quiet.

[He's going to have carpet burn on his hands from how hard he's scraping at the floor. Caught off guard--he shouldn't have been, he knows he shouldn't with Dave, but he does and fuck his life--he releases a manly, throaty grunt as his hips jerk into Dave's hand. Harder, more pain, more dominance stolen from him, he needed it.]

Strider...

[It's a growl, animalistic and low with lustful husk. It's a challenge, this is a challenge, and he will rise up to it in higher-status defiance. It's a weak stance when it comes to those of status like the Striders, while remaining STRONG and hard ~~like his cock~~ against those he deems too below him. But none of those things really matter when his fucking dick is in Dave's rough grasp.]

[He's still glaring at Dave, and his jaw is visibly clenched tight. He intends to make as little sound as possible, if just to see if Dave has the will to rip it out of him.]

See, that's mistletoe! When a couple stands under it, they're supposed to kiss!

[John had revived Vriska in early spring. It was good timing, because humans have a lot less natural defense against cold and John had completely neglected to bring Vriska actual clothing. For some reason, it hadn't occurred to him that she might be naked when she arrived. It had lead to a lot of... unnecessary stops on their journey home, that was for sure.]

[It had another effect too, though, and that was that it was nearly a full year before John got to introduce his girlfriend to the wonder that was the holiday season. They've kissed countless times, but never under the mistletoe, and that was reason enough to celebrate the cold weather. John had even called dibs on giving Vriska her very first christmas present! He was currently heavily debating between a number of different Nick Cage memorabilia. As her first present, of course! He had gone way overboard on number of presents. Dave was getting really annoyed at the entire closet he and Jade had lost to John's present hiding. (Jade just thought it was cute.)]

I dunno why they picked mistletoe, because it's poisonous, but it's traditional!

[He smiles hopefully at Vriska and gently tugs her over to stand with him under the hanging plant.]

[Humans had it so easy. They got to live peaceful lives, didn't have to suddenly kill kids of their kind to feed their lusi--parents, and everything was just handed to them! Humans lived nice lives, and she was every bit excited to finally take up John's recommendation on becoming one. She misses her horns, her gray skin and, admittedly, her bulge, the comforts of her birth, but she sleeps in a comfy bed (John's bed) with no bad dreams plaguing her, she doesn't look over her shoulder all the time, and if giving up all semblance of being a troll is what it means to be a weak, hopelessly vulnerable human being then she should have tried to do so much earlier. It would have been impossible, yes, but it would have been nice to have this goal to work toward to.]

[Her skin is soft, her flesh too penetrable, and both are in contact with John's now. Her fairy wings--they weren't human, but they seemed to be well-liked despite--flutter excitedly when he tugs her over, when he smiles that dork-ass smile. She no longer pities him, and when she does it's brief and mended with sweet, soft-lipped kisses. When he looks at her, she feels something else pulling at the strings of her human heart.]

[She's in love with John Egbert, and she's only a little mad at herself for not seeing it before. How could she, with all that raw hate and pity coursing through her as a troll? She's loved him for so long and it's the most wonderful feeling in all the universes.]

Your traditions are soooooooo silly, John. Didn't your ancestors know it was poisonous?

[She smiles back, wrapping her sweater-clad arms around his neck and standing on her tip toes to do so. Oh, she loves this boy, she loves him. She giggles and strokes his hair, her wings flittering with all her gleeful excitement. Being this close to him is always so amazing because she can smell him, feel his warmth around her, and just be close for a while. It also provides perfect kissing opportunities, which is what she's doing now, appreciating the feel of gentle human lips touching her own.]

[Her leg pops up, just as it always does when she kisses him.]

[God, what the fuck was this fucking human plant? It's everywhere, and for some reason it seems to be causing sloppy makeouts in every corner of this fucking asteroid. He's pretty sure he saw Gamzee and Nepeta kiss earlier. What the shit.]

[Of course, that confusion is nothing on the thinkpan-melting bafflement of the moment. One second he'd been passing everyone's least favorite sea creature in the hallway, the next, he had Eridan pushed up against the wall. It's probably as much of a surprise for Eridan as it is for Karkat, unless the fishy bastard knows something about all of this that Karkat doesn't.]

[And the way he's moaning is downright theatrical. Why the fuck does he suddenly have this urge to show Eridan just how hot an aroused lowblood can be?]

[Fuck it, he can try to logic this out later. Right now, he needs to get Eridan to someplace private.]

[Eridan has been very obviously standing as under the plants as possible, and has been just as pointedly unsuccessful. Everyone else was getting kisses, even Equius, but he wasn't! He was obviously the most deserving of the twelve, of course, so it was just ludicrous that he remained absolutely kissless. He'd given up, submitted himself to his fate of anti-kisses, and wasn't even going to bother with the longing look. Forever without a kiss, forevver alone.]

[That is, until Karkat suddenly shoved him against the wall and moaned and fuck. Eridan's brain short-circuits for a moment. Is--is this real life? He holds onto Karkat by the arms, because fuck him if he's letting his fearless, pitiable leader escape.]

W'woah, Kar. Hold your fuckin' horses w'we aren't exactly somew'where pri'wate, you know'w.

[But he grins that shit-eating grin he knows pisses everyone off, and yes he will steal a kiss because human plants demand it. Karkat's mouth is much better in person than it is in his fantasies, something he expected but had lost all hope for. Oh, yes.]

Fuckin' knew'w you'd come around e'wentually...

[He sounds so desperately happy, though it probably sounds more assholeish than "all my hopes hawe been granted" because it's, well, it's Eridan and he's smug as fuck right now. Oh yes, Karkat, push him against he wall and make him feel wanted. He would also accept carrying this on out in the open, the privacy thing doesn't really matter to him if someone's coming onto him; just shows anyone else who sees that he is desirable, just look.]

[Karkat takes that obnoxious grin as a challenge. He is going to make Eridan so overcome that he can't ever make that face again; any time he so much as looks at Karkat, all he'll be able to do is bolt for a goddamn bucket. It's an alarmingly sexual urge but it doesn't bother him nearly as much as it should. Right now, in spite of his tiny horns and scrawny frame and mutant blood, Karkat feels sexy. Why it's pathetic, weepy, adorable Eridan he wants to show it to is-- oh fuck, he just called him adorable in his head, didn't he? Fuck fuck fuck. Just don't say it out loud, Vantas, he doesn't know--]

Fuck, you're cute when you're actually fucking happy for once, come here.

[Well, so much for that. Might as well just work with it, then. He tugs Eridan in closer, tangling his fingers in stupidly two-toned hair. He kisses him again, with just as much enthusiasm but a little bit more skill because this time it didn't catch him off guard. He lets his claws scrape gently along Eridan's scalp, nowhere near hard enough to break the skin.]

Got something to fucking show you.

[There's a room in this hallway with a door that locks. He's pretty sure it's just some kind of storage space but fuck it, that's enough. He tugs Eridan in that direction, sacrificing a hand to pull the door open.]

[Is Eridan dead? He must be. And if not, then he almost doesn't want the dazed feeling from Karkat's words--he called him cute because he was happy, no one's ever cared that much--or the scalp-scritching kiss to go away. He'd glubbed blissfully when they parted, fins twitching, and was more than happy to blindly follow Karkat where ever he was tugged.]

You can show'w me the whole fuckin' w'world, Kar.

[Because his life is made right now and he almost can't imagine what could make it better.]

[And it's really only when he snaps out of his delighted daze that he realizes oh they're in a locked storage room. Alone. After moaning and pinning and kissing and pitying. Oh. Yes, his life can get a lot better, and he tries to pull Karkat back to him, to feel that skinny ass land-dwelling body against his again.]

A good time, I hope.

[Complete with suggestive tone and eyebrow wiggling, yep.]

[Karkat's smile widens almost in unison with his bone sheath. He looks up to make eye contact.]

More like make you forget the rest of the whole fucking world.

[He'll cry about how cheesy that was later when reminiscing on how he managed to end up in the red quadrant with Eridan Ampora, but right now he thinks it's quite clever. He lets Eridan pull him in closer but doesn't kiss him this time. Instead, he starts at the base of Eridan's neck and licks upwards over his gills until he reaches a fin. He purrs.]

I won't let you down. Fucking watch me. I have a fucking show for you.

[It's easier to take his clothes off by captchaloguing them, but right now, it's all about the stripping. He pulls out of Eridan's grip and pulls his shirt off, with ease that is only found in the smallest horned of trolls.]

[Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god OH GOD.]

[Sweet merciful fuck, Santa must have read Karkat's christmas list after all these goddamn years, because he is kissing Jade motherfucking Harley. On the mouth. And he's pretty sure he's awake. And it isn't some fucking school play or crash-into-kiss like in the movies. She was actually kissing him, with tongue and fuck Karkat's brain is melting and he's happy to let it go, this is the best death ever.]

[Well, okay, it would be improved if he could just stop making those pathetic little whimpering noises. Or if he wasn't embarrassingly hard right now. Or if he wasn't wearing a fucking christmas sweater with a cat on it that his dad inexplicably forced on him every year.]

[But none of that really matters, now, does it? Jade tastes like eggnog and her hair is softer than it has any right to be and she's letting him rest his hands on her hips and he has wanted this for so fucking long.]

[Karkat is silly. He is so, so silly and Jade is well aware of this. She sends little giggles into his mouth every so often, she's just so amused! She's also very glad he's not having a heart attack, it would be a damn shame if the fuckass passed out just when they got to the good stuff of their "flirt and wait" (well, on Jade's part, she was pretty sure Karkat was too wimpy to catch on or something) not-relationship!]

[She kisses him as well as she can, as she learned from the same place John did: movies. Lots and lots of movies. And Dave Strider, just once or twice to see if it was their thing since everyone said that it was. But now she has Karkat very close to her, their tongues touching along with their clothed bodies. Karkat's sweater is hilarious, but it's cute and far from being a thing on Jade's mind farther than the fact that it's there.]

[Jade wiggles her hips under Karkat's hands, trying to urge him to move them around, explore a little! She has granted him every right, and if she has to tell him with words--]

You knooow...you don't have to just touch my hips, fuc--Karkat.

[Fuck it, she did anyway, and even censored herself to try to protect his tender little Karkley feelings. He was so silly. But she liked him lots and lots, anyway.]

[Oh god, she's always had the cutest fucking laugh and now it's pressed against his lips. Happiest moment of his fucking pathetic life. He knows the difference between her happy laughter and her Karkat-is-retarded laughter, he's heard both enough times to have it figured out. She's happy, fucking shit, kissing him makes her happy, this is the best thing ever oh god even if she never kisses him again he will never stop thinking about this.]

[Hmm? Why is she wiggling? Is he stepping on her toes or something? Wait, that's fucking stupid, how could he be stepping on her toes if he hasn't moved his feet since they started? Oh, she's pulling out of the kiss, he misses her already--]

Wha--

[Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, she's inviting him to touch her. He's already going into hormonal overdrive just from the tender hold he has on her hipbones. Okay. Okay. He can do this. He's been aching to do this since middle school. If he fucks this up, past Karkat will probably murder him dead.]

[His hands are shaking, but he lets one open palm sweep down over her outer thigh, and the other trails up towards her breasts. Was he allowed to touch them? God, he might come in his pants if she let him do that, that might be an awful fucking idea. But god, he fucking wants to.]

[Jade puffs out her cheeks. Okay, no, she is going to make this happen. While Karkat's hesitant touches are endearing in their nervous sweetness, she wants some Karkat loving and she is going to get it, dammit.]

[She takes the hand on her thigh and pulls it behind her, thrusting it on her ass. Then she snags the one close to her chest and presses it to her boob. She holds the hands there for a moment, partially to give Karkat a look and partially to realize oh that's her ass and boob in want-to-bone male hands. Hm. She wasn't expecting that to be so squirmy-feeling on the inside.]

It's okay, Karkat.

[With a sigh, she smiles, and kisses him again. When she slips her lips away, she returns her own hands to Karkat's waist, her deceptively strong hands crawling under his sweater a bit. She wants to give him ideas.]

I mean it! I'm very okay with this, no need to worry.

[Her buckteeth nibble on her lip for one second before she feels the need to add to her statement.]

And...don't be scared of holding back.

[Yup, that's it, Karkat's brain has imploded. There is butt touching and boob touching going on at the same time. He swallows the lump in his throat and tries, unsuccessfully, not to tremble. Shit. Fuck. He has no idea what he's doing. Isn't there fucking skill to this or something? He finds himself impulsively squeezing and what if he hurts her or she doesn't like it or he goes over some line and she never talks to him again--]

[Oh.]

[He shakily smiles back when she comforts him, and melts right back into the kiss. She's touching him now and oh fuck he's dreaming, isn't he? He hasn't pinched himself, so he must be dreaming. Yup, he's definitely dreaming, although it's a weird fucking dream if Jade is touching him while he is wearing the fucking cat sweater.]

O-okay...

[God, he has totally given away what a pathetic little child he is tonight. His voice is trembling as much as his hands are and-- don't. hold. back. Oh god--]

[It's a dam breaking, and the hand on Jade's ass is suddenly in full use tugging her into his chest and he is ramping up the volume on this kiss immensely. Don't think, don't hold back, don't think, don't think, don't think.]

[The noise Jade makes is inhuman--it's more like the surprised yelp of a small dog. She's very quick to return the enthusiasm in the kiss, an eager growl emitting from her throat. She blames her animal-like noises on her childhood desire to be a dog, and the habits she developed never went away. It's why she grips Karkat's waist a little harsher and can easily keep up with the revved up intensity of the kiss.]

[Her hands slide further up his silly-as-fuck sweater until they're gripping at his shoulder blades. It's really warm on Karkat's back, she kind of wants to keep her hands up there forever. However, that is inconclusive to Karkat make-outs, so she won't for a while. Maybe.]

[She wiggles against him, a wave from bottom to top, pressing her body up against his suggestively. Not enough touching, she's trying to tell him without having to stop tasting his tongue. Jade moans a little, encouragingly, and her nails are starting to press into Karkat's back with hints of desperation.]

[Dib chokes on the blood pouring down the back of his throat. The hand pressed to his face is only there to confirm what he already knows-- his nose is broken. Stopping the bleeding would be a hopeless effort if he's only using his usual nosebleed techniques. It hurts, it hurts bad, but he's been through much worse just from Gaz, so it's easy to force himself to stay focused. He glares fire at Zim, who is just standing there and smirking, so fucking proud of himself. The mistletoe that had officially turned Dib's stomach over is forgotten, and he steps forward and under it, more concerned with snarling at the fucking troll than keeping himself from getting kissed. Nobody who just broke his nose would try to kiss him anyways, he was damn sure.]

You fucker! We're supposed to be a team, you asshole! Yeah, I hate your guts too, but we can worry about that when we're not dying, okay?!

[He doesn't get the significance, because nobody's told him the significance. Oh cultural misunderstandings, never change.]

[Zim is cackling, out right cackling as the blood is falling from Dib's freaky human face. It's a disgusting, mutant red, and he hate hate hate hate HATES it. Seeing Dib in pain spurs smirks and grins, cackles and SQUEALS of victorious laughter, and it's all fueled by the immense amount of the blackest of black hates that burns at his very troll core. He doesn't understand the human concept of the plant above them, but Dib has been annoyingly avoidant of him when he stands under them. So, clearly, breaking his nose was the only way to get him charging at him.]

[He laughs in his face, sinks a hand into his shirt and yanks him forward. That nose-to-nose bump of harshness? Yeah, totally not accidental.]

Zim hates you, too, Dib!

[Zim smashes their lips together, shoves his tongue into Dib's mouth, the claws of his other hand pressing into the back of the human's neck. His teeth scrape and cut against Dib's mouth, and the taste of blood is so hatefully disgusting but fuck that just makes the blinking spade in his head thump stronger. He pulls away with a sharp tear at Dib's lower lip, and glowers at him, yellow-pink eyes hovering shining with violent hate while a grin splits his candy-red splattered face.]

I hate you more than ANYTHING.

[It's an Xmas party for two in here. The rest of the country is out wandering the streets in the annual search for ~~bullshit~~ Santa, so Dib is free to steal some of his father's forgotten eggnog, sneak past his sister's room with America(habit, Gaz can't see Emily any more than anyone else can), and hang ghost-shaped christmas lights all around his bedroom. Logically, they were probably halloween decorations, but like that mattered. There were strings of lights hung up all around his room and he's wearing a Santa hat over his ridiculous hair, what else can you ask from a guy?]

[He doesn't remember hanging the mistletoe over his bed, though. That can't possibly have been him. Maybe his ghost lights are haunted? Or it was ZIM! . . . No, Zim wouldn't have enough of an understanding of human tradition to know that would do anything, not to mention that he refused to acknowledge that Emily isn't imaginary.]

So, uh, you... remember mistletoe?

[Wow, that wasn't awkward at all! Well, by Dib standards, it was actually pretty good. That's sad. You're making me sad, Dib.]

[Emily, more human tonight than when she usually sees Dib, is sitting on Dib's bed with her legs tucked under her, more for warmth than for the fact that she's wearing a dress with only leggings beneath. She's wanted to see Dib's home for a long time, and when she had entered the state, memories of a land with a little girl clinging to her, asking Please, Miss America, I need your help! while the distinct Spain-like feel of Mexico loomed over them flooded her mind. She was unsure how many of her states still remained as distinct entities, and she was momentarily ashamed that she hadn't done more to help them.]

[But Dib is helping her with that, now, and she feels more than okay sitting in his room, smuggled in with, she felt, slightly rebellious zeal. She's now smiling at him and the ghost decorations, his silly Santa hat (she has one, too, but that's different!) and oh. Oh this boy, he is endearing in his awkward. She laughs into the thick-woven sleeve of her red Christmas sweater with a big white star in the middle and looks up at the mistletoe.]

A little bit! I used to tease Lithuania every X-mas with them. Oh, Dib, he would light up like the lights!

[It's a very obviously fond set of memories, as she sighs and gets that sappy look in her gooey blue eyes. She misses her friends, and maybe in the upcoming year she'd be up to seeing them all again. She only hoped Lithuania would be as charmingly adorable as he always was, now that she was thinking about him. She looks back at Dib, her little smile turning into a grin.]

If you wanted a kiss, Dib, you could've just asked.

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