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Duplicity Game Mods ([personal profile] duplicitymods) wrote in [community profile] duplicitymemes2022-01-10 07:43 pm
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TDM #22


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« « « ALL ON DISPLAY


It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals.

Winter is here and snow flurries are common in the Up while the slush collects in the Down.



» » » ALL ABOARD




After stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.



« « « WINTER WONDERLAND




As a particularly heavy snowstorm blows across the city, Duplicity finds itself blanketed in white. The morning after the storm, many citizens seem to be in a particularly mischievous mood and snowballs are a common sight flying through the air. A projectile meant for someone else may hit you square in the face if you're not careful — and then it's on. Joining these impromptu snow battles is encouraged, no matter a person's designation, and even Submissives teaming up to pelt unsuspecting Dominants with snowballs is generally taken in the spirit of good fun. Not everyone is throwing snow, of course — some are rolling much larger balls and shaping them into lewd snow figures.

Those feeling chilled after playing in the snow may experience the urge to warm up with someone else, skin to skin. Whether they're a stranger or a familiar face, holding hands, kissing, or getting down and dirty with the nearest willing partner is invigorating. It might even be the only way to really feel warm again.



« « « DUBIOUS DELIVERIES


(cw: aphro, humiliation kink)

Want to make some quick cash? After exiting the train in the Down, there seems to be a questionable character hanging about the station. Dressed in a trenchcoat and looking more like a flasher than the businessman he claims to be, this shady recruiter offers easy money in exchange for a simple delivery. Just take a package and drop it off at the address on the label. Really, that's it! Stop asking questions.

Should characters decide to open the package themselves instead, they'll discover one of the following: glitter — so much glitter, lube (appears normal, but actually contains hot pepper and will cause more than a mild tingling sensation if used anywhere sensitive), a package of flavored condoms mysteriously labeled "every flavor" (none of them taste good), candy or perfume containing an aphrodisiac that, in addition to the usual libido-boosting effect, will also cause an intense craving for humiliation.

It seems to be one of those services that allows one to send anonymous prank gifts, and they're hiding behind LIERs as couriers. There's no return address or company information on or inside the package, except for a card marked Encoded Sin Corp — which does not seem to be a real company if the name is searched.

Whether characters end up delivering the package — maybe even to a fellow LIER — or get into some trouble along the way, someone is getting a nasty surprise.



« « « SURPRISES FOR SALE


(cw: aphro, dubcon, excessive fluids, exhibitionism, public use)

A small winter market has been set up along one of the major streets in the Up with stalls selling a variety of goods ranging from knitted hats and scarves, soaps, scented lotions, candles, jewelry, artwork and assorted crafts to hand-dyed bondage rope and kinky leather accessories. Food and drink stands are plentiful as well. Strings of lights crisscross the street between the roofs of the shops, providing a cheerful glow, and there are tables set up in the street itself for people to sit and chat while having a snack — if they can stand the cold.

Some of the most popular treats being sold are hot chocolate, eggnog, marshmallow snowmen, and sugar cookies decorated like snowflakes. Of course, their popularity may have something to do with the effects they produce when consumed.

• The hot chocolate simply gets one all hot and bothered.
• The eggnog may cause heavy production of sexual fluids, a desire to be filled or covered with someone else's cream, or all of the above.
• The marshmallow snowmen will make those who eat them want to invite others to use them as they please, desiring nothing more than to be molded into the perfect fucktoy.
• The sugar cookies seem to induce all sorts of different cravings — after all, no two snowflakes are alike!

These effects tend to last at least an hour and may, in some cases, last up to a full day.

One of the jewelry shops sells an unusual selection of compass pendants and bracelets. The compass arrows spin round and round lazily while the pieces are on display. Once worn, however, that changes. The arrow will settle on a direction, but instead of pointing north it will lead directly to another person. Perhaps you should speak to them? You may even begin to feel magnetically drawn to them yourself… In the event that two people have compasses that point them at each other, the attraction will be even stronger — nearly impossible to deny.

There is another shop which sells intricately designed pocket watches and small clocks. When these timepieces are stared at for an extended length of time or picked up and handled, characters will feel a brief but strong connection to their past and experience a vivid flashback to some moment that was, in whatever way, meaningful for them. After reliving the memory, they will feel compelled to speak about it to whoever is nearby.



« « « MOD & OOC NOTES



Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right." When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass." This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide:

If your character likes it hot, they are a Dominant. If your character prefers the cold, they are a Submissive.

To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to use new TDMs with different designations for fun!

Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!




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snapping: (3734661 - 2022-01-16T195823)

[personal profile] snapping 2022-01-30 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Girl you gotta own it ]

Without going into technical details, that is how gods come about in my world. The fervent desires of their worshippers give them form.

[ He gestures as though it's not a big deal ]

Of course they also require a substantial amount of aether. But again, details.
snapping: (3734661 - 2022-01-16T200128)

[personal profile] snapping 2022-01-31 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
What—

[ He sighs as if he's SO PUT OUT by this token of affection. Yet he doesn't pull away from it. The duality of Emet-Selch. ]

Now you're just being embarrassing.

[ Spoken fondly. He likes it ok. ]
headrushed: (127)

Andrew Graham | Original | Submissive

[personal profile] headrushed 2022-01-31 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
« « « SURPRISES FOR SALE
[He's still not 100% sure he should be here on his own, the line slicing down his throat a constant reminder of what it means to be arbitrarily sorted into the world's shittiest Hogwarts House. But with the state of the Down's food being majorly sub par, he's been able to fill his pockets with a variety of small samples from these booths which include but are not limited to chocolates, sugar cookies and a hefty feeling cup of hot cocoa. Which he is currently wrecking, tipping the cup up to get the end sip before licking his lip clean and letting out a pleasant huff.

So his cheeks are feeling a bit warmer - in fact the whole of him is, but that's just the effects of a nice hot drink, right? Nothing at all to worry about as he wanders over to the jewelry shops and feels another throb of uncertainty. It's not like he can buy anything, but the compasses are pretty dope to look at. He's picking one up just to see it spin, brows furrowing together as it points most definitely not north... at least in comparison to all the others on the shelf. None of them point the same way?]


Seems kinda busted.
« « « NETWORK | UN: buddy69
i'm not gonna make my track meet on thursday, now am i
in b4 ur pole jumping jokes

so like is this it?
no facebook, snap, insta?
just this circa 2006 internet vibe?
Edited 2022-01-31 00:22 (UTC)
ragingnature: (99)

[personal profile] ragingnature 2022-01-31 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Look, it's not as if her mother can't do the exact same things she can (minus the fertility aspect). It's never seemed that important to her. ]

I see. That's now how things work where I'm from. We're either born or created from natural elements in the world.
ktizo: (🎵 purpose fed)

[personal profile] ktizo 2022-01-31 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
He offers another pleased sound as she finally takes him in, a soft groan as he tries to keep his hips from pressing into her too fast. Once she's settled and has adjusted to him though, he lifts his hips again. It can take a while to make him lose his patience, but he isn't perfect- he eventually gets frustrated like anyone else can. And once that happens, he tends to find he can't wait as long as he'd like.

Especially with the effects of the hot chocolate and the air they're breathing in... that he's even waited this long is a miracle. Hands on her hips, he digs his nails in slightly in an effort to wait for her, but ultimately his finds his hips starting to press up of their own accord. He's slow, but very obviously unable to wait any longer.
indensity: (bw008)

dubious deliveries

[personal profile] indensity 2022-01-31 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Chuuya has been wandering the city for a while now. He's annoyed to be back, angry to be branded as a submissive again, and a bit worried that he doesn't know anyone here anymore. He'll be fine, he doesn't actually need anyone, but he doesn't really know where to start this time. He refuses to find himself some random Dominant just so he can have a little freedom in the city.

He's considering turning back and heading to the shitty housing that submissives are stuck in, when he spots a familiar black coat in the distance. He's not completely sure until he gets closer, but Akutagawa is difficult to confuse for someone else. He's too thin, too sickly, too murderous. And seeing him is a relief - Having a subordinate here means Chuuya has a sense of purpose. There's someone for him to protect.

"Akutagawa," he calls out, once he's close enough he's sure he'll be heard. "You're still here?"
Edited 2022-01-31 02:59 (UTC)
calicoat: (and these kinds of lies have consequence)

[personal profile] calicoat 2022-01-31 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ It shouldn't be so easy to get that lusty whining out of him. It's a little pathetic, honestly, but he kind of likes it. It makes him feel like he's wielding some kind of power over him, that anyone could have probably had, given how little effort he's needed besides the initial push, but Jack just happened to stumble into it.

He pushes his body closer, pressing against him to keep him from toppling over onto the floor. Poor thing, shaking in his hands already. Jack doesn't let up on him, he bites at him instead, leaving angry, sucking red marks in the crook of his neck. ]


Come for me, John. Do as I say.

[ Get this repressed, desperate shit out of the way so they can get started for real. ]
extent: (tya58)

@nick

[personal profile] extent 2022-01-31 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
not even fb it's ridiculous

all these people and not one of them with the tech know how to give us a decent social media app?
eights_and_aces: (seriously?)

[personal profile] eights_and_aces 2022-01-31 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, like you just said. Who am I to judge that? Unless..." Tilting her head a fraction. "do you have a teddy bear too?" There was a moment or two where she looked serious about the question before the corner of her started to curl up in a smile. "No I wouldn't even judge you for that."

Now that part about everything being spiked with an aphrodisiac did get her attention. She looked at him askance, trying to figure out if he was joking again or not, but he certainly sounded serious about it.

"Umm everything?" Absently licking her lips as she asked and sliding into the booth. Oh fuck, how many of those cookies did she eat? Anna didn't feel any different, at least she didn't think so. Just pleasantly warm. Warm enough to loosen Nier's scarf and loosen her jacket as she got her self comfortable. "Does that stuff really work? I've seen ads and shit for stuff back home, but it's all a scam."
fortitudosalutis: (003)

Brandon Carver | The Walking Dead | Submissive | OTA

[personal profile] fortitudosalutis 2022-01-31 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
All Aboard

[ There's a real good chance he's dead, Carver figures. And probably in Hell. Exactly which circle he's not sure - he kinda tunes out when Mancea's on a tear - but Hell, and one probably designed specifically to fuck with him. It's Hell because he's alone in a goddamn crowd and if it weren't Hell, his people would be there. And they're not. And he's dead because otherwise this place is a fever dream and not even the good kind, where things go fuzzy around the edge. It's a fever dream showing him a city with infrastructure and a working electrical grid and people who look like they've never been starving in their lives but sure look at him like he's some dog they dragged in that hasn't been bathed in too long and is probably going to tear the floors up going just a tiny - tiny - bit insane about the sheer amount of fucking people surrounding him.

Ergo, Hell. He probably bit it in the fight. Which one, he can't remember, but there's always a fight. In some ways that's comforting because that means he didn't go out a bitch, he went out doing something important and his brothers and his sisters will scorch the earth to avenge his bones. In some ways it's really not because it leaves Shaw and the others to face what's coming a man down, and -

And that smarts. He warned Shaw, but it wasn't good enough. She trusted a stranger over him, some fucking guy wandering in from the dark, and -

It ended the way he told her it would. Only worse. And now he's dead and probably in Hell and can't burn that motherfucker down to ash and bone for daring to go against them. Should've killed Dixon the moment he laid eyes on that fucker, but it's too late for that now.

But he holds still, in the meantime. Takes in the sights from the train windows, frowning. These people have infrastructure, which means they have systems and power structures, everyone with their hair cut nice and wearing clothes that look like they get washed on the regular.

He'll need to get a shower, eventually. Actually use some shampoo on his hair, that'll be novel. And get some clothes that don't look like he's been wearing them for going on eight months now. Carver rubs unhappily at the new tattoo on his neck, then eyes whoever’s in proximity. ]


You know where I can get some decent boots around here?

[ Apparently they’re in a dead winter here. He’s not dressed for it at all. ]

Surprises for Sale (a)

[ For all his careful paranoia, the novelty of hot chocolate is hard to resist. It’s been a long time since Carver’s had chocolate, even longer since he’s had it in a drink, and it’s cold as balls around here. Not exactly fun when he isn’t dressed for inclement weather and capitalism’s apparently alive, well, and vindictive when you’ve got the line on your throat. He’s got no money and even if he did, apparently no one will sell to him. He considers the merits of stealing and manages to nick a heavier pair of gloves, but then there are eyes on him. Getting caught isn’t part of the plan.

So. Hot chocolate. He’s got a cup cradled in his hands, packed with whipped cream and all the shit he hasn’t had since before the world ended. It’s the good stuff too, not the powdered crap. Hot and rich, settling into his bones.

He drinks, watching the crowd. The warm feeling never lessens. In fact, it seems like it’s growing.

Carver twitches, pushing his hood back to run a hand through his hair. He was cold earlier. Now he’s oddly flushed, and with the distinct sensation that his skin’s too tight.

Oh.

His jaw works. He stares down at the mug, and then eyes whoever happens to be closest. ]


They drug this shit?

[ Sure feels like he’s been drugged. Stupid. Stupid. ]

Surprises for Sale (b)

[ It’s unclear whether this place is Earth or not - Carver’s been hearing some weird fucking theories - and whether true north is, indeed, still going to guide him true. In that sense, the compass might actually be useful, and that’s why he spends what measly bit of money he has to buy one. Too many eyes on him to try nicking it — turns out that wandering around with ratty clothes and his too-long hair gets him noticed in these parts — but Carver knows about compromising. The ability to navigate is worth more right now.

So, he ends up with a compass. And then it starts going nuts, so he follows it. Because why the fuck not, at this point?

The needle spins. He follows it until it abruptly settles — pointing straight at a stranger.

Carver gives them a narrow, assessing look. ]


It’s a trick, right?

[ Another fucked up game. Has to be. ]

Wildcard

[ Hit me up at [plurk.com profile] mirrorfaded if you’re in the mood for something else. ]
headrushed: (129)

[personal profile] headrushed 2022-01-31 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
do you even know how long it took me to get a good algorithm on tiktok
i can't even watch that anymore???

i feel cold and alone
ktizo: (🎵 one brings light)

[personal profile] ktizo 2022-01-31 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Heheh... perhaps I am.

[He gives Emet-Selch a squeeze before pulling back again, grinning.]

'Twas something that needed to be done, however. Wouldn't you agree?
extramuralise: (❄️ 425。)

[personal profile] extramuralise 2022-01-31 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Irving grips Jack's shoulder to help steady himself, ragged nails softly scratching as they dig in against skin, nowhere near as aggressively as how Jack's teeth attack Irving's neck... not that Irving minds, a fact likely made clear by the way he's clinging now to keep their bodies pressed close, tilting his neck to make room.

(He's got a scarf to wear out to cover the marks, after all.)

For all the pride and dignity he normally tries to carry within himself as a Lieutenant in Her Majesty's Royal Navy, a representative of England and the UK, and, of course, a man of God, Irving doesn't have much of either left over for just himself, doesn't have that particular sense of shame over coming on command-- religious shame, yes, that much goes without saying for him, but otherwise he's in fact almost eager for it, pressing his face to Jack's shoulder as he comes with a pained groan and a rough jerk forward with his hips. Being told what to do always helps to soothe mixed, complicated feelings for him somewhat, not so much he has to bite back something like a yes, sir, but just the general relief of being excused from having to decide for himself how to feel.
]

Is that really what you wanted?
darktrade: (052)

[personal profile] darktrade 2022-01-31 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
A Harley.

[He says it in a way that's pinched and amused, smile kept from his lips but just barely. Maybe it's having a little fun at Oliver's expense with this, letting a chuckle finally roll out a moment later as he quirks his brows in a 'well that was unexpected' sort of way.]

What about a computer or a tablet? Kids your age love those things.
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[personal profile] wantingmore 2022-01-31 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
It's certainly a harsh opinion of the act, and one that even stony Claudia doesn't fully agree with. But, of course, they don't know each other particularly well, so she keeps her thoughts to herself. It's a little bit of a walk from the marketplace to her home, but as long as they maintain a steady place, it won't take terribly long to get there.

"Not much farther," she assures him after they've been walking several blocks. "My neighborhood is just up ahead." And her neighborhood, clearly, is more than a little upscale. The houses have been getting bigger and nicer as they've gone on.
eights_and_aces: (attention)

Sorry a lot of work.

[personal profile] eights_and_aces 2022-01-31 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
As Ben looked around quizzically she had a lazy smile on her face. It was easy for her kind to take their gifts for granted, much less get a reaction like the one Ben gave. Shaking her head a bit, quieting the music but keeping in the sound of the conversation just between them, or at least the actuality of it.

"Not quite, at first it was hearing everything in the house. And I have a younger sister." Just letting him work that out for himself. "But I got that from my dad, so he was able to keep that from happening after he figured out I was a lot like him."

"At least you have company in that boat here." A huffed chuckle. "It just may be a little closer than you want at times."


(OOC: I was late with my app, but plan on apping in March, so I'm up for continuing but will likely be a little slower. So if you would rather call it here, I completely understand.)
extramuralise: (palms sweaty knees weak arms spaghetti)

[personal profile] extramuralise 2022-01-31 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's almost no time for Irving to react (thankfully) before he's harshly flipped over onto his back -- head rapping the floor somewhat painfully -- and pinned there, Cheol-gang then making it even further difficult for Irving to move by straddling his hips, the weight of him unrelenting in spite of the two men's size difference.

Irving stares up at him, eyes blown wide with overwhelm and breathing fast, although he doesn't look scared, per se-- maybe somewhat over the fact that so much of this is still so unknown to him, Irving does rather fear the unknown, but not the reality itself; not Cheol-gang himself.
]

Ah--

[ The curse might otherwise have made him flinch, if not for the stimulation being significantly more distracting, more worth Irving's attention. He bucks into slightly, responsively, not so much intending to but unable to help it, like a reflex.

He swallows, and it's loud in the brief stillness, quiet apart from the sounds of them breathing.
]

M-my apologies.
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[personal profile] meca 2022-01-31 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
( when did nick adopt this slutty demeanor, is his question. he's grinning, but it's--pressed close to nick's neck, hidden against skin. nick adjusts himself to get comfortable; heel against the bed, legs spread, fingers against his cock through his pants blocking oliver's access, but he doesn't mind it.

especially when he opens his mouth and fucking moans like that. oliver doesn't dislodge nick's hand, doesn't move to push it away, just--opens his mouth and bites down where nick's jawline meets his neck. drags his tongue along the indent of teeth left behind before he's--moving his hand up to nick's hip, to shove him over. )


Better. Keep saying my name like that, will you? The little-- ( a short breath in, a low moan following that's supposed to be a close replica of the way nick had moments ago. ) behind it. It's hot.

( which is clearly very relevant but not as important as rolling nick all the way over to the other side of the bed. )

Up on your knees, darling.
aheartlessdog: (pic#12414882)

[personal profile] aheartlessdog 2022-01-31 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
The familiar voice has Akutagawa turning around instantly. "Nakahara-san." A sense of relief washes through him at seeing someone he knows. While he knew he could survive on his own, there's no denying that he's lost without the Port Mafia. Chuuya is a welcome sight, more so than many from his world would have been.

The question he poses, though, catches Akutagawa off guard. Though he's been here twice before, he only remembers one time, the time without Chuuya. Things were different now, namely the line, identical to Chuuya's own, centering his throat.

"I just re-arrived," he answers. "It seems I was gone for a few months." His brow furrows. "Were you here as well, sir?"
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[personal profile] meca 2022-01-31 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
I'm twenty.

( not denying the kids your age thing, since william very clearly has some years on him. he doesn't sound offended by it or bothered by the comment, just. you know. providing some context. )

I can do basically anything I could do on a tablet on this, ( pulling his phone out of his pocket, to wave it around a bit. ) And I'd probably go for a PC, later.
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[personal profile] indensity 2022-01-31 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Chuuya stops once he's caught up with Akutagawa, hands in his pockets. He looks relaxed, but anyone that knows him would know that he's on guard, just in case. He's not really expecting to be attacked out of the blue here, but there's no way he's letting anyone catch him by surprise.

He tilts his head slightly. "I was. So were you," he says. He did know this place can mess with your memories, but it still feels wrong. Even if it might be for the better if Akutagawa forgot. "It's been a couple of years, apparently."

The way time moves here is strange as well. Barely any time passed back in Yokohama. It's better not to think about it.
kamaz: (you didn't guess that behind)

cw murder...references...

[personal profile] kamaz 2022-01-31 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Do you know— [ Cheol-gang grinds against him again, because he can, because the heavy fabric of his uniform slacks has all at once been recontextualized from uncomfortably tight to another source of pressure and friction. ] —what would happen if a prisoner did that? A subordinate?

[ It's clear that Irving wants to hear such details, that he finds his own role in this equally gratifying. He wants to be thrown around and ignored on some level, is apologizing as much for his own benefit as Cheol-gang's, surely. This is their game; the feeling of Irving's erection pressing into his own inner thigh—the only contact he's granted—attests to that much. And nonexistent God does he play the role well.

He should be proud of himself. This is more of a response than any Kaesong whores ever managed to get from the then-eighteen-year-old Cho Cheol-gang. ]


I could end you. Right now. If the situation were different— If you were— a threat to us—... I would, Lieutenant.

[ Probably. Maybe. ]
Edited 2022-01-31 04:10 (UTC)
terrariums: (17)

[personal profile] terrariums 2022-01-31 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
The more experience he can build the better he can succeed... at least that is his reasoning. What small bit of his rational mind that still was lingering past the lust of the situation. Above the rest was mostly curiosity driving him forward... or perhaps his own carnivorous nature.

After all, the blood--the essence on his lips and in their mouths wasn't his own. Yet when the kiss is broken, Jade doesn't move away but instead takes hold of Akutagawa's exposed cock again in cold leather-clad fingers. "Do you like your own taste?"
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[personal profile] aheartlessdog 2022-01-31 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"It's only been a few months for me." At least, that's what Akutagawa has gathered from talking to a former acquaintance. It's hard to pinpoint exactly how long it's been. As far as time at home though, none had passed. The last thing he remembers is making his deal with Atsushi.

It's inconvenient timing considering Akutagawa feels desperate to rip apart every single one of their captors. He'd cracked on his last time in the city, murdering a SIN guard, but that would remain his dirty little secret. Without his former Dominant, no one would have to find out -- especially not Atsushi or Dazai.

"I'm..." He's not good at expressing any sort of emotion, but respect is one that he understands. It's the only thing that makes what he says next possible at all. "I'm grateful that you're here."
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( he doesn't need the hand on his cock to let out another sound, when oliver digs his teeth into nick's neck like that. it's not like these interests are anything new — duplicity didn't create nick's kink about marks being left all over him — but there's no denying that it's more...extreme, these days.

nick laughs a little breathless as he rolls with oliver's pushes, stops palming himself so that he can rest his head on his folded arms instead, tilted enough that he can still see nick's amused smirk if he looks for it. he walks up onto his knees, lets his back dip into a curve--ass up, head down, but he doesn't make any effort to undress himself then. )


If you want me to say your name like that again, make me.