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TDM #22
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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. |
 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. |
 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. |
 (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. |
 (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. |
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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She breaks from him only slightly, just enough to whisper across the shape of his mouth, her lips tender and swollen from the fervor with which they've already been rediscovering one another. ]
Don't you want to fuck me? [ Her arm shifts, enough for her to fit her hand into the diminished space that exists between their bodies so she can map the line of his cock through his pants, grinding her palm against the shape of him in an effort to make him groan aloud for her. Giving him a chance to say no, now that he's assisted her — because this next part won't necessarily be about coming to her aid anymore. ]
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and now, here is this yennefer, asking him that question and he can't help but pause for a second. but he hopes he makes up for that by leaning in for another, harder kiss while he presses his hips into her hand.
he grinds against her, trying to get harder because that's a yes. yes, he wants to fuck her. )
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Her hands are a flurry between their bodies then, mostly with the aim of unfastening his trousers, trying to draw them open just enough so that she can reach in and take him out, wanting to stroke him to readiness once her grip slides across his thickening shaft.
She breaks the kiss on purpose, then, to feel his breaths, to hear his sounds, thumb circling the tip of his cock before she fists his length a little more tightly, her eyes opening to take in the sight of his face this close and whatever responses play across his features while she touches him. ]
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once she has his pants open enough, he takes one hand off of her and shoves them down, letting them fall around his thighs in not a too elegant gesture but she's right in that he doesn't care where they do it right now.
later, he'll take her to bed but he just wants her right now. he pants a bit as she strokes him, getting him harder and harder with each swipe of her fingers and twist of her wrist. )
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But in another instant, she drops her hand away and reaches up to plant it on his shoulder again, giving him a shove that's none too gentle but one he can still bear; it might stagger him solely because she anticipates he's not expecting it, but her intention might become clearer when she jerks her head past him in a gesturing nod toward the stairs.
They're surely not going to make it to a bed, but she can think of a place she wants him in the meantime, and she needs him underneath her for it, where she can hike up her dress and sink down on his length and ride him like she's aching to. ]
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he reaches for his pants to hitch them far enough up that they don't fall down while he's walking and heads for the stairs. he's not sure if she wants to go upstairs or somewhere else so he's going to let her lead for the moment. )
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Even after her hands are briefly occupied by hoisting her skirt up, letting it fall to cover them, she takes a pause then to look down at him, to gaze over his features. This isn't the heated reach of need that had dominated her every move before, not when she's stopping to meet his eyes as she lifts her hips up and proceeds to sink down onto his cock, wanting to memorize every shift and change in his expression as she envelopes him in the wet heat of her body. ]
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he sits down at her silent request, making sure his pants are at least down enough that he's not going to get tangled up in them and end up falling down the stairs. he doesn't have much time to do that before she's moving to sit atop him, knees on either side.
geralt reaches for her hip with one hand and the railing with the other, getting a good grip just as she starts to sink down against his cock. he sucks in a breath and moans her name even if things have barely gotten started here. )
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Still, anyone who might happen to walk in through the front door will undoubtedly realize what's happening; there's no possibility that even her long skirt will disguise the telltale movements of her hips, that unsubtle back-and-forth as she rocks on him once she's fully seated, savoring the stretch of the part of him that's thicker than his fingers inside her.
She lets her dress fall to shield them and braces herself to rise up over him; the steps will be uncomfortable for her knees after a time, but she doesn't care. She's wet enough, dripping slick from how hard he's already made her come and eager to ride him now, her soft sounds building above his own lower moans while she undulates on his cock. ]
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he waits for a moment or two before he reaches up and presses his mouth to her, hands finding her cheeks and bringing her down to him while she moves. with most of their clothes still on, his usual touching might not be as good for her but he still reaches for her breast through her dress and squeezes while he slides his tongue against hers.
he's very grateful that the stairs are well crafted because with the way she's moving, they could end up breaking things if they weren't careful. )
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He brings her mouth down to his and effectively swallows up her own moan, their tongues tangling slick together; she's slick between her legs too from how well he'd made her come with his hand, even slicker with his cock in her, her cunt drawing him in like her whole body is greedy for him, and each downward punch of her hips wrings another sound out of her, soft and breathless and climbing higher as her pleasure does.
She's certainly not paying any mind to whether they're threatening the construction of any steps at this juncture, rocking up and dropping down in his lap with a smooth rhythm for now — more fluid at the start while she merely savors riding him rather than trying to chase immediate release. Her fingers slide into his hair and grip, an attempt to coax his head back so she can nip and bite over his throat, suck against the thrum of his pulse, graze teeth across his jaw and taste the salt of his skin. ]
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her name is a breath, a whisper on his lips and he presses those words to her cheek and jaw. he's had sex with plenty of people since he'd gotten here but he's different with her and he knows it. there's more than just physical feeling and there always will be no matter their relationship at the time.
she rises up and presses down on his cock, never losing that connection and he savors it, revels in it, revels in her being back once more. it's selfish to be glad that she's here but he is.
when she grabs at his hair and tugs, he tilts his head back obligingly and let's her suck at his neck, silently hoping she leaves a mark or two that he'll be able to see later and be reminded of this. )
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She likes the thought that she'll linger with him in this way, that he'll be dwelling on her long after she's gone — or that someone else will see it and know the signs of her claiming, though he's likely to heal from it quickly.
She drags her tongue up over one purpling bruise to soothe it after etching it into his skin with a worrying of teeth, a suction of lips; there's a pleased sigh that escapes her, but the next downward rock of her hips punches another breath from her lungs and she reels against him, her movements staggering as she ventures closer and closer to release.
Now, there's no room for elegance, no fluidity; she's more hasty and straining as she rides him, but not just because she wants to come while he's inside her, let him feel the muscles of her body gripping and squeezing his cock. No, she wants to drag him right over that edge with her until he can do nothing but thrust into her and spill every drop of come he's been holding onto, everything he has to fill her with. This is the other part of it, the possessiveness; she may not have a womb for it to take root in, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want his seed in her. ]
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he'd laugh if he weren't otherwise occupied. right now though, he's leaning up to find her mouth with his, to slide his tongue against her lips and teeth before he kisses her, trying to make her breathless.
he can feel his release swirling low in his stomach, closer and closer with every movement she makes. he can feel her breath against his skin and her hands moving over his body and her cunt clenching around his cock and all he can do is hold on for a few more moments —
but those moments don't last long before he arches his hips into hers and he comes with a sharp gasp, a mumble of her name. he pulls her down atop him, burying himself deep while he spills inside of her. )
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She doesn't finish immediately, not when he does, but his release spurs her own into near-soon relief; she can feel it grow slicker between their bodies as his cock jerks and spurts inside her, feel where she's trying in vain to keep rocking on him as he holds her hips down firm, preventing her from moving with any great decisiveness.
It makes her whine in protest, a sharp sound, even if she likes his big hands on her, even as she practically throws her weight behind a few more desperate undulations before she can follow him over that edge with a strong shudder. Her mouth is still roaming against his after she comes for a second time, delirious nuzzlings that don't attempt to initiate anything deeper for the moment, and she briefly nibbles at his lower lip, finally coming to rest in his lap with her body slumping weakly atop his. ]
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he sighs and finally eases back, reaching to brush his hands across her cheeks and down her neck before they move back to holding her hips. the stairs seem to be in one piece and the only mess is the two of them.
he almost says something trite like welcome back but stops before he can do anything that ridiculous. instead, he just looks at her for a long moment before kissing her once more. )
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She should be getting off of him, should be shifting to let him slip out of her so that she can begin the process of fully separating them from one another again, but she doesn't; even if the worst of the cocoa's effects have surely worn off by now, leaving her with only a manageable amount of heat to take care of, she pauses to let herself pursue selfishness in the caress of his hands on her body.
When he kisses her, her returning press is a softer one, more lingering and less claiming than before, and she dissolves it by nudging their foreheads together, finally broaching the quiet with a whisper. ] We didn't quite make it to the bed this time.
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( geralt throws a look back over his shoulder in the direction of the bedroom and then laughs. they hadn't even really come close to it but honestly, sex on the stairs wasn't too bad a thing.
he swallows and closes his eyes, not really feelin any urge to move away from her now. his hands are light against her sides and he keeps his forehead where it is. )
We made an effort.
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[ She remarks dryly, but there's a smile on her lips nevertheless, something created by the fact that she feels utterly relaxed for once, at ease for what might be the first instant since she first arrived — and it only widens once he laughs, a sigh of sound rather than anything that carries in the space.
She swipes her tongue between her lips, pressing quietly into the span of his hands along her sides, and then: ]
Aren't you going to show me what it looks like?
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If you'd like to see my room, I'll show you.
( and then he would shut the door, lock it, and hope she stayed for a little while longer. )
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[ She kisses him again, slow and languid, but still heated enough to curl her toes inside her boots and make her moan lightly against his lips; regardless of whether the heat within her has finally abated, it doesn't mean she's opposed to the both of them going up these stairs and properly breaking in that bed together. ]
But you'll have to carry me, because I seem to have lost the ability to walk. [ She says it almost a bit too pleased, mostly at the notion of him sweeping her up into his arms, even if she knows he'll have to fiddle with his pants first before that happens — or just abandon them here on the stairs entirely. ]
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And how am I to do that when you're sitting on me and I'm still inside of you?
( that would be quite the awkward and stilted trip up the stairs. )
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But he does have a point; it's going to be awkward moving about while they're still joined together and his pants are bunched down around his legs, which is only going to restrict his movement.
In the end, she finally relents and eases off of him with a soft hiss of breath, distinctly feeling the lack of him once she does — not to mention the promise of a mess leaking out between her thighs even as she stands up and smooths the skirt of her dress temporarily back into place. Temporarily, of course, because instinct says she'll soon be removing it once they're upstairs. ]
There. Now you're not.
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( he waits a moment longer before he pushes himself to his feet, grabbing at his pants so he can at least pull them somewhat up around his waist so he doesn't fall down the stairs with her in his arms.
he eyes her then and, after a sigh, sweeps her up in his arms and twists around to start climbing the stairs. )
I'll be reminding you of this for the rest of your very long life, Yen.
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For not the first time since her arrival, she wonders exactly how much he'd come to miss her — and what the state of their relationship had been like even when she had supposedly been present. Clearly, it had possessed more of the typical acrimony she comes to expect, depending on their most recent memories of one another. ]
And then I'll simply have to find another means of distracting you from reminding me.
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