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THE ORGASM TRIGGER MEME

Whether it's hypnotism, magic, or just plain meme tomfoolery, your character has been cursed. It could be a sight, a sound, a taste or smell, it can be anything at all, but whenever they experience a certain something, they'll climax on the spot. How will they deal with this curse? How will the people around them handle it? Is there any way to be free of this pesky problem?

DO NOT LEAVE YOUR TOP LEVEL COMMENT BLANK. Please include, at the very least, what trigger(s) they're afflicted with. Triggers can be literally anything, from something as mundane as hearing their name to the most esoteric stimuli imaginable. Needless to say, the more common the trigger, the more potential for shenanigans.
This meme has smutty connotations but doesn't necessarily need to involve actual sex. Giving some idea of what kind of threads you want is always a great idea, as well as what kind of potential partners you'd like.
When tagging in, let your new thread partner know if you character has any triggers, too.
As always, please respect other players' wishes, no one is obligated to play with anyone else. We're all here to have fun.

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[Satsuki's triggers are being referred to as Satsuki-sama, seeing someone in skimpy clothing, or anyone touching her sword.]

(Definitely up for that! Mako's triggers are anyone groping her breasts or being referred to by her last name - Mankanshoku.)

[ permissions / kinks if needed. awkward/hilarity is as welcome as smut. pretty much ota but feel free to pm if you're unsure. anything Wincest-y will only come up if you ask me for it.

one or more optional triggers: touching, stroking, or pulling his hair; touching his pulse points (neck, wrists); "Sammy" (if you want to join me in special hell, because that will get related to big brother in his head); different version of his name, like just "Sam" (for those not into the incest kink); palm to palm contact (like holding or shaking hands); taste of metal (actual metal like jewelry or a weapon, or hint of copper in blood)... and probably anything he can relate to Jess (her name, freshly baked cookies, paints, etc).

also willing to do completely different triggers than any of the above if you've got ideas. ]

(( "robin", "dickie", touching his ass (groping, fondling, spanking, etc), maybe getting his wrists and/or ankles bound or something in his mouth (fingers or a gag)? also up for discussing other options! and his kinks ))

((OOC: Clearing off the cobwebs on this character. Would greatly prefer castmates and this being part of Night Vale Weirdness. However, I'm happy to play with non-castmates with a bit more discussion/setup. I have no preference on whether he's the one with the trigger or he's the one triggering-- if he's triggering, expect him to get very scientific about it. :) ))

[ let's go with his name (ie, "nico"), "death," "black," "gods," and "demigod" as verbal triggers. prefs/kinks; if needed, he can be aged up. ]

[Quentin's triggers should be 'Q', 'Magic', and 'Fillory'. Open to suggestions for other triggers]

['Cas' and/or 'Cassie', hugging her (which is awkward for her anyway) and patting her on the back/shoulder (where her wings are).]

[Options include any or all of: "Chuuya", "hat", "wine"... "Boss" or "Dazai" for extra awkwardness... Removing his hat and/or touching the part of his head normally covered by it. Or suggest your own!]

[suggestions include anything to do with apples, the phrase "Knock, knock," handcuffs...]

[LONG TIME NO SEE. If you'd be interested, I'd be up for Terribleness or shenanigans in a more canon-based AU. Up to you, though!]

[I think regular canon would be more crack-worthy. Because seriously, is there anything worse than having this happen when you have a partner you can't lie to?]

[Boy, is this a true thing. XD I have no idea what triggers Sarah would end up with, if any, but I can think on that as things progress and drop a note (I do lean toward playing with her hair, though) - Artifacts mean the effect can start whenever you damn well please, and all. Do you want to start 'em off or shall I?]

[Go ahead and give us something. There's a tiny part of me that says the artifact would be something related to Kinsey or Masters and their research into human sexuality. Just because it kinda makes sense. Claud will just be here letting the bad guy get away because her knees suddenly turned to jelly.]

[Indeed it does! And HERE WE GO--]

Months of practice and Sarah's still a frustratingly bad shot with a Tesla. With a regular gun, that guy would be down for sure - not dead; they wouldn't be able to ask him where he got this thing if he was dead, and she knows where to aim that won't be lethal.

The worst part is, they almost had him, but something stopped Claudia in her tracks, and Sarah's Tesla shot went wide, and now the guy's in the wind again. Dammit. Looks like they'll be in Seattle a while longer.

"I just hope Artie's not too pissed about this," she says with a sigh. "You okay?"

Claudia was flushed, which, okay, could be just the exertion, but she'd just about bit through her tongue trying to keep the other symptoms from showing. She had no idea what had happened, but she'd take a few moments to catch her breath and get her legs to stop wobbling. She'd just had one of the most powerful orgasms in her life, and she had no freaking clue what had happened exactly.

"Fine," she said, voice breathy, but then grimaced, knowing Sarah would hear the lie. "Whammied. I'll just...be here. Catching my breath."

Sarah does catch the lie, but only raises an eyebrow, especially since Claudia follows up with something of an explanation. "This must be one hell of a whammy if no one wants to talk about it."

Claudia's symptoms suggest one thing ~~and are a little hot, if she's being honest~~, but Artifacts do all kinds of weird shit. The obvious answer isn't necessarily the right one.

"Maybe after we fix this," Claudia said. Because now that she had a really good idea what this thing did, well, it made sense that nobody wanted to talk about it.

"The sensation is, well, intense." And that was really all she wanted to say. At least she thought she could walk now, as long as it didn't happen any time soon. "Lost him?"

Hopefully Artie won't press her for details, then. That would be The Most Awkward. Still, at least this isn't a deadly Artifact, just a damned annoying one.

"Yes, unfortunately. If I can ever get past Stormtrooper Academy levels of Tesla aiming I'm going to be very happy. We should regroup - maybe get dinner first, but we're gonna have to tell Artie we lost the guy sooner or later, and we should try to figure out what set you off and whether it's likely to happen again."

"If the rifle weren't so freaking obvious, you aren't bad with that," Claudia said, shrugging just a little. "Dinner sounds good. Putting Artie off sounds even better."

Because, yeah, if anything sucks worse than spontaneous orgasms, it would definitely be discussing said orgasms with Artie. The guy who thought inoffensive was a compliment in her taste in guys. "It's gotta be something subtle, because I don't recall anything out of the ordinary happening to me. Hell, you were right with me for most of it."

"In this situation, by the time I got the thing aimed, the end result would be the same." The regular Teslas have the advantage of a much quicker draw, and the disadvantage of the most ridiculous kick Sarah's ever had to deal with from something handgun-sized.

"Yeah, and nothing happened to me." ...So far, but she's going to choose not to dwell on that. "You've had your gloves on the whole time, you didn't touch anything he had that I saw anyway - maybe it's activated by the person who has it without other people necessarily coming into contact? Something to start with, anyway. What sounds good for dinner?"

Claudia nodded. "That diner we passed a block or so back? We can always tease Pete about stopping for pie."

Because that sounded good, anyway. A little greasy spoon familiarity. That and McDonald's was something you could count on mostly being the same no matter where you were in the world. "Unless you have a better idea?"

She shrugged a little at the speculation. "Probably, but there could be an intent element, too. We'll figure it out when we catch him, that's for damned sure."

"I don't have a better idea, and frankly, greasy diner food sounds great right about now." Chasing after bad guys is exhausting. She could use the carbs.

"That we will. Didn't you say once that Artie mentioned scent-activated stuff before? You'd think he'd send us in with a little more precautionary stuff, if he knows it's out there and this is that subtle."

Claudia nodded. "Chameleon mines smell like fudge," she said. "Seen that one in person. And there are others, like this Channel perfume bottle, but it's not as common as sight or touch-activated."

She turned back the way they came, figuring that a pit stop totally didn't hurt. "As long as we can find out what triggers it so I don't keep ending up writhing on the ground or whatever."

"Less common doesn't mean impossible, so we probably shouldn't rule it out until we have more information. We'll figure it out, though. We have to, if we're gonna catch this guy."

And they are. Not doing so just isn't an option.

Fortunately, the diner's not too far of a backtrack, and Sarah flops gratefully into one side of a booth as soon as they're seated. Food sounds really, really good right now, and they can keep noodling through the possibilities while they eat.

She orders some tea, but holds off on actual food in favor of a closer look at the menu.

Claudia grimaced a little, but ordered coffee for herself. She'd figure out what else once she had a chance to peruse the specials. "As if there's any room for impossible in our lives," she complained.

Still, there were worse things, probably. Anything would be better than having crazy orgasms right now, because she did not want to have to backtrack for a change of underwear. "The thing is, there aren't a whole lot of things one can really think of that might lead to sexually charged effects. Even Matahari's stockings were more obsession than physical stuff."

No, there are definitely worse possibilities. This is at least... well, self-contained, so to speak, and for all no one wants to talk about it, the few interviews they've had haven't suggested anyone's done anything with someone else they wouldn't do otherwise. It may be awkward as hell, but it could definitely be worse.

"People have researched sex before. It's always possible there's something other than a bathroom scale that Pete can't figure out because no weight measure runs from 0 to 6. Probable, really. I just don't know why anyone would make... well, this."

The good news is Sarah doesn't get around to having a drink of her tea until after she's ordered and the waitress is gone. The bad news... well, if the fact that the only reason Claudia doesn't end up wearing it is Sarah manages to spittake back into her cup is any indication, to say nothing of her cheeks suddenly flushing, the bad news is she definitely also got whammied.

"...Okay," she says faintly, "my ex said I went overboard with my tea, but this is ridiculous."

"Your ex also lied about how amazing you look in skinny jeans," Claudia pointed out, doing her best to try to make light of the thing. "Nothing before...?"

It made her wonder, but she wasn't about to ask Sarah to try another sip for scientific curiosity. It was rude.

"I would think Kinsey's scale would be more likely to alter one's leanings than this." It was an amusing idea, though. The big things in the Kinsey Report were more about how much people engaged in sex and sexual activities like masturbation, as well as how frequently folks, well, experimented with non-hetoronormal experiences. "But...we may actually have to call in. Since it's both of us."

...wait, she noticed? The jeans thing? It may be a good thing Sarah's face is already flushed.

"No, nothing before that. And it's pretty mediocre as tea goes anyway - very much of the 'hot brown water' school." In other words, not worth finishing even without the... accompanying difficulties. "According to the scale's tag, all it does is show the person standing on it's current number. Pete didn't want to try it."

Sarah sighs. "Great. This is exactly what I want to talk to Artie about. I guess we could pray we're lucky and Myka's around to answer?"

"Probably because his manliness might be offended if he weren't as straight as he thinks he is," Claudia said, shaking her head at Pete. "But yes, we could pray. Doubt we'll be that lucky. I'm still not sure what set me off."

She shrugged a little. "We have to find a way to get this guy without more people being...compromised. Sorry the tea's not as good as it looked."

"Probably. But I haven't met very many people who are as straight as they think they are. He'd be in good company." In her experience, at least, the reverse happens less often.

"Eh, I wasn't expecting much from diner tea anyway. I'll live. But we do need to figure out what's setting us off. Since neither of us were... affected at the same time, even if we were probably whammied at the same time, it might be individually tailored somehow, after it hits someone?"

"I think the true extremes are both pretty rare, but yeah, at least in our culture, that would be very true," she said, trying to think. "And I guess we have to assume it's individualized, possibly not something predictable, though. We did see a lot of really evasive people in interviews."

"If it was predictable, this snag would've been a lot easier. I don't even know if we ever picked up a common theme in what people experienced beforehand other than somehow bumping into this guy." Put it like that, they're lucky they had a suspect in the first place.

When the waitress checks up on them, Sarah asks for a glass of water. At least she doesn't have to explain why she's suddenly leaving her tea untouched.

Claudia sighed a little. "You're telling me. Well, at least I know not to give you tea until we get this shit neutralized, right, partner?"

This was going to be a very embarrassing snag, clearly.

Sarah starts to answer, only to find herself hit with another damn orgasm and having to clamp her mouth shut to keep from attracting the entire diner's attention. Once it's over, she just nods.

"...I think I have a new least favorite Artifact. And we still don't know what set you off, which could get to be a problem when we corner this guy again."

Claudia reaches out to try to offer a hand, ducking her head to try not to blush. "At least it doesn't seem to be lethal. That's a good thing."

She takes Claudia's hand and squeezes it without really thinking about it. "There is that. And I can think of a lot worse company for this one."

Pete, for one. Or Artie. Yikes.

"I feel like we're in that scene in When Harry Met Sally, or maybe the out-take where the director had to show her how to fake an orgasm and his mom was right there," Claudia said, shaking her head a little.

"We'll get to the bottom of it. That's what we do."

"That would probably be less embarrassing." But she's right. They'll figure this out. Somehow.

Hopefully with minimal involvement from the last people they want to talk to about this mess. As it is, after the whammy taking effect twice inside of ten minutes, the inseam of Sarah's jeans is almost providing enough friction every time she shifts position to do the job the long way.

Fortunately, their food arrives, and Sarah's more than happy to dig in. Maybe they can actually get through a full meal without incident. Maybe.

[Anything to do with knives, fire or fruit tarts.]

( The icon is self explanatory. But hearing reverse flash sends him off. )

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lock eyes, from across the room

Satsuki Kiryuin | Kill la Kill | f/f

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sam winchester | supernatural (season two)

Dick Grayson | DC | m/m

Carlos the Scientist | Welcome to Night Vale

nico di angelo ▪ heroes of olympus ▪ m/m

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Fem!Castiel | Supernatural | f/m

Nakahara Chuuya | Bungou Stray Dogs | OTA

Claudia Donovan | Warehouse 13 | M/F preferred

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Tea. Tea would probably be another trigger.

I was also thinking the word "partner," maybe. Or some other thing they tend to use for each other.

That's another good one. (ignore the misjournal behind the curtain)

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Heading out for a bit soon, but I'll hit this up until I leave/when when I'm home!

No rush, have fun!

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Mai | ATLA | OTA

EOBARD!WELLS | THE FLASH | OTA