duplicitymemes | TDM #31

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TDM #31

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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 LIEs 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 LIEs 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 high-rise. 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 for all new and past arrivals.

It's the hottest part of the summer. Prepare to sweat.

» » » 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.

« « « DEEP END

(cw: aphrodisiacs, dub-con, groping, public nudity, public sex)

It's summertime! To beat the heat, LIEs has decided to throw a pool party directly following Orientation at one of the city's public pools! Attendance is mandatory for new arrivals and strongly encouraged for everyone else. New arrivals are provided with (skimpy) swimsuits to wear, but LIERs who have been in the city a while have the option of bringing their own gear. Of course, skinny dipping is allowed as well, and there are many spots on deck for people to tan themselves.

Speaking of tanning, why not help out a fellow LIER by rubbing some lotion on them? Or, if you want to avoid a burn, get someone to put sunscreen on your back? The formulas of the complementary products that LIEs provide may or may not have a mild aphrodisiac added to them, but at least you won't burn and you may get that nice golden tan you've been chasing — all over!

While one end of the pool is reserved for people to splash around in or float casually, there are numerous games and water activities for people to join in on as well:

In a sexy twist on Marco Polo, though in Duplicity the call and response is "lucky" and "get me," the seeker must try and tag other players by tugging at their swimsuits. They'll be rewarded with 30 seconds of foreplay, groping and whatever else they can accomplish within the time frame.

Dominant and Submissive pairs face off against one another in piggyback chicken fights or jousts using inflatable toys and suggestively shaped pool noodles.

Are those dildos stuck to the bottom of the pool? You bet! Dive down and retrieve them before handing them to the next person behind you to toss in and dive for or just collect as many as you can. There is, of course, the option of using said dildo on yourself or someone else for others to watch and enjoy on the pool deck. No judgment here.

For those who prefer a slightly more private option, there are curtained cabanas available and it's easy enough to duck inside with a partner for a quick tryst.

» » » CREAMSICLE

(cw: aphrodisiacs, dub-con, altered mental states, miscellaneous kink)

Whether it's the obnoxious, telltale jingle that signals the arrival of ice cream trucks, or the vehicles happen to be spotted in their various parking spots all around Duplicity — including some smaller carts made to navigate the narrower streets of the Down, it's obvious that they're popular considering the warm summer weather. It seems the locals can't get enough of the cool, sweet treats on offer — and, even better, the trucks are offering free samples in addition to selling regular sizes. Popsicles and soft serve ice cream are on the menu, and each frozen bite has its own unique set of effects.

The menu:

Rainbow popsicle - feel the urge to engage in a random kink

Cherry or strawberry popsicle - tell someone about a sexual desire

Grape popsicle - blurt out something embarrassing (but not necessarily sexual)

Ice cream sandwich - temporarily imprint on/feel an intense bond with someone of opposite designation (whoever one sees first)

Vanilla soft serve - enhances desire to serve or be serviced (depending on if one's designation is Sub or Dom)

Chocolate soft serve - enhances sadistic or masochistic tendencies

Want sprinkles with that? Enjoy your added aphro!

« « « NEW TRICKS

(cw: dub-con/non-con, pet play, leash and collar, training/discipline, exhibitionism)

A new public park has recently been built on a formerly empty lot in the Up. The bigger sign on the gate reads "Dog Park," and the smaller sign adjacent to it includes the posted rules that all people need to abide by in order to enter. If you're curious about what such a structure entails (after all, there are dogs in Duplicity), you're in luck: today, there's a meet-and-greet being hosted for pets and their owners, sponsored by a local "pet" shop, with banners advertising the event posted at each end of the park.

This is a Dog Park, alright, but it's intended for a very specific kind of play involving the LIERs who want to wear the collars in question as well as the LIERs who are interested in holding their leashes. Even if you've never harbored an interest in it before, don't worry — random bystanders will be enthusiastically pressured to join in by event volunteers, so you might find yourself wearing a collar or holding a leash in very short order regardless. All pets must be collared and leashed properly in order to enter the Dog Park, and owners must remain in close proximity to their pets at all times. There are toys for tugging and fetching, a few pieces of special playground equipment, and more than enough space to run around. There will also be obedience challenges issued to various pairs at random, just to see how in sync both pet and owner are with one another.

If you decide to participate and remain on your best behavior, you might even earn a nice treat in addition to a pat on the head. The pet shop will be handing out goodie bags consisting of take-home collars, as well as animal tail plugs and other sex toys and gear, to everyone who takes part in the event, willingly or not.

» » » 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 the assignments are OOCly 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 is a night owl, they are a Dominant. If your character prefers the daytime, 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 tag on 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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Fleeting and dangerous can be used to describe piracy to begin with, so Edward thinks he isn't too concerned.

"Shut up--" he grunts as the kiss breaks, whimpering at the grind of their hips. "Get this OFF." he growls, his hips grinding back before tugging at the remaining clothes and squeezing at Stede's ass in the process. He'll rip his own measly excuse for clothing off momentarily. Right now, he just needs to get the edge off.

It’s an intoxicating combination: Ed’s rough side and his desperation, the harsh words followed by the soft sound of a whimper on his lips.

“Manners, Ed. Is that any way to get what you want?”

He’s nowhere near this level of stickler usually, at least not with Edward, but this interaction in particular is bringing out a different side of both of them it seems. He gasps as Ed grabs his ass, wriggling a little to shimmy off his shorts completely. His hands are already on Ed’s barely-there swimsuit to return the favor.

"Seems to be working." he mutters low, between heated nips of teeth against Stede's jawline. He's managed to undress Stede, at least, something he's been desperate to do for some time now.

With Stede's hands prying at his own swimsuit, Edward does everything in his power to make it's removal easy, sneaking glances down at Stede's body as he moves, wanting to revel in it, but too rushed to do this properly. It isn't until that dreadful little bikini bottom is falling down his legs that he pushes Stede backwards into the sofa, giving him them both the brief opportunity to see once another entirely before Edward is climbing on top of him, again.

Well. He isn't wrong. Ed could say just about any foul-mouthed thing to him right now and Stede would hardly care--same as he hardly cares when Ed pushes him backwards, leaving him sprawling on the couch completely naked. He minds, of course. Just not enough to do anything about it.

He doesn't waste the opportunity given at least, eyes raking over Ed from head to toe and back. He's seen most of the rest of him already, thanks to that swimsuit... except for one part in particular. Stede may or may not be staring at it right up until the moment Ed is in his lap, at which point his thoughts become much more preoccupied with the weight of Ed against him than anything else.

Stede tugs him close, hands nearly shaking as he pulls him in for another deep, passionate kiss. It's almost too much. Almost.

Ed isn't worried about where Stede's eyes are, because his are doing exploring of their own. But if Stede hadn't been looking at his dick, Edward probably would have said something obnoxious like 'Hey, my dick's down here.' anyway, so rest assured no harm is done.

He's barely over Stede again before the other pirate is pulling him close against him and into another intoxicating kiss. His hips grind forward, a moan slipping between their lips as he feels his cock brush up against Stede's. This is not how he envisioned his first evening with Stede Bonnet, quite the opposite, but he'll make do.

Stede had imagined their reunion would be emotional. Romantic, even. He certainly hadn't expected to see Edward's cock by the end of it (not that he's complaining even a little about that). Though this might not be what either of them thought it would, they at least seem united in that they don't want it to stop.

He feels Ed brush up against him and groans, arching his back and bucking his hips in search of more. The hand he doesn't have grasping the back of Ed's neck slips around behind, grabbing his ass and tugging him forward, encouraging him to press closer. Any more coordination past that is fairly beyond him at this point.

Edward wouldn't have wanted this to stop if they'd ended up this way back on The Revenge. He certainly doesn't want it to stop here, on a soft cushioned sofa in a very private flat, with his skin coated in sex lotion. Especially not with Stede's hips bucking into his own.

The hand on his ass makes him growl, hips grinding into Stede's, his fingertips raking down the other pirate's sides.

"Fuck--" Edward hisses against Stede's lips, stubble dragging over his jaw, "I want you." He mutters hungrily. He's never wanted anything so badly in his life. He is a man starved, and Stede Bonnet is the only thing that can help him.

Stede throws his head back against the sofa, arching his back, those last three words echoing around in his head. And the only thing he can think to say back is—

“I’m yours,” he gasps out, fingers digging into the meat of Ed’s ass—

And then he stops. Blinks, processing. He hadn’t mean to say that out loud.

He also means it. Absolutely, 100% means it. They’re both angry. Both hurt. And he, at least, still loves Ed unlike he’s ever loved anything before in his life.

Stede lifts his head and blinks up at him, hair disheveled, lips red from kissing, eyes wide and dark and wanting.

“I’m yours,” he says again. With purpose this time.

It's raw, hot-- the slide of their bodies, the pressure between them, the way Stede's fingers dig into his backside as if to claim him. Edward is all instinct, chasing every pleasant feeling until it suddenly stops, and Stede backpedals for a moment to reanalyze what he'd said, and it sucks the air from Edward's lungs.

Those words said with such convinction while Stede looks at him like nothing else matters in the world- it almost breaks him. A soft, desperate sound leaves his lips, his eyes suddenly stinging as if tears may start to flow at any moment. He can't bear it.

Ed's lips crush against Stede's, arms curling around Stede's body and rolling them both until Stede is cradled in Edward's lap. Want has turned into need and Edward's body feels aflame.

Stede surges forward, rocking against Ed and making a series of faintly desperate sounds into his mouth as they devour one another. Might be this answering passion from Ed is an answer of sorts to that statement. He can only hope so. It definitely feels like it, the way Ed kisses him and presses him close, his body hot as a furnace between Stede's thighs.

Speaking of thighs, he slips a hand between them, fumbling for a moment before managing to wrap his hand around Ed's cock. Takes another second to get to his real goal, his hips rolling forward until it's his and Ed's lengths together in his grip. It's harder to keep a hold of than he thought--but then he rolls his hips and the perfection of that friction has him gasping, and he figures it hardly matters now.

Every sound from Stede's lips stokes the fire that much higher in Edward's belly. He can't remember a time he's felt this keyed up with dizzying need. Probably never. Horny, sure. This isn't that. This is a man who feels like he may die right now if he doesn't have Stede's lips on his, their bodies pressed together. No other man will do, either. Stede id the only antidote for whatever poison Edward's ingested.

Teeth rake over Stede's lower lip, however once Stede has them squeezed together and rolls his hips, Edward gasps against his mouth, a choked-off sound following. His forehead bunts into Stede's as his hand slides between them and wraps around them both himself, rolling his own hips up to feel more electrifying friction.

Stede has no idea what fever has worked its way into their systems—Ed's in particular—but he doesn't mind it in the slightest. Not with their hands working them both into a mutual frenzy, fingers and palms knocking into each other as they touch themselves and each other.

He leans his forehead back against Ed's and looks down between them, gasping and very nearly whining at the sight.

"God, Ed..."

He whispers it, the sound of Ed's name on his lips feeling so right he says it again. And again, the urgency increasing each time. He's so close.

Stede's voice panting his name like that goes straight to Ed's dick, which twitches and throbs in their joint grasp. Overwhelming enough to not even realize he's whimpering Stede's name too as his hips keep grinding forward, frenzied in their need.

He can feel himself on the precipice as well, and while normally Edward might be a touch embarrassed to come so soon, the aphrodisiacs in his system are working overtime and telling him to chase his pleasure to its brink. His hand squeezes at them a hair tighter, hips fucking into their palms and up against Stede's dick, the pleasure building and building and building, still. His head tips up so that he can kiss Stede again, press his tongue past his lips, and moan into his mouth as that building pleasure finally snaps and sends Edward's hips stuttering forward through his orgasm.

Stede groans into Ed’s mouth, feeling it the moment the other man comes: The way the rhythm of Ed’s hips shifts. The spend in his palm. The kiss, hot as sin. He doesn’t stand a chance after that, not really. The simple fact that he’d made Ed come is probably the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. He’s hitting his peak just seconds later, body shuddering, the kiss and the rolling of his hips not stopping as the pleasure washes over him. They both just slow down, shifting from desperate to gentle.

Finally, eventually, he's sitting still in Ed's lap and has to lean away to catch his breath, still too lost in a post-orgasmic haze to remember just yet that they’d been fighting. He looks at Ed with a gentle, fond warmth. Just like he had before, something he can’t say out loud there in his eyes.

Edward feels thoroughly spent from their activities, eyes heavy and his breathing trying to regulate itself. He looks up at Stede, the dawning realization of what they'd done washing over him, but the moment his eyes meet Stede's and absorb the way he's being looked at, he breaks, his eyes looking as smitten as they do wet. He absolutely can't look away.

Edward is so beautiful it almost hurts to look at him, but like hell is Stede going to avert his gaze and miss a moment.

“Ed.”

He has no reason to say it, and nothing to add. He just loves the sound of his name on his lips. Loves looking at him, touching him, being around him. He loves—

Well. Might be too early for that yet. And then there’s the rest of it, a whole avalanche of complicated feelings ready to bear down on them at any moment. Instead of acknowledging that though, Stede leans in to press a chaste, gentle kiss to Edward’s lips. That will have to do for now.

Stede's voice wraps around him like a warm blanket. Even if it's only his name, it's soothing to his ears and held as something precious, as precious as the press of Stede's lips to his own.

It's lovely and wonderful but something low in his gut feels uneasy, like this was too much too fast, like he's back in again and could have serious harm done to him the moment he acknowledges that this was real.

Maybe it's better to think that it wasn't. This is a dream and he'll wake up in a cold sweat at any moment, sprawled out on the floor of his cabin as empty bottles of liquor roll across the floor and clang softly against him. Face swollen from crying himself to sleep the night before, head pounding. Miserable. Alone. The dream a mere distraction.

If it is a dream, he may as well enjoy it while it lasts.

He presses forward, forehead bunting against Stede's and holding him tight, his breath shaky.

Stede holds Ed like that for an indeterminate amount of time, unable and unwilling to let go. Reality is starting to trickle back in, his chest a complicated riot of emotions, but even then he's loathe to break whatever spell has settled over them. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. If he can just stay close to Ed like this, stay in his orbit until he demands otherwise... he'll do that until he can't anymore.

There is one thing that needs seeing to though, and he nuzzles his nose against Ed's before speaking, low and soft.

"We should clean up, hm?" He pulls away just a bit, brushing some of Ed's hair behind his ear. "I can run us a bath."

This was all so fast, and every emotion is heightened and raw. It's overwhelming, and all Edward can think of to do is cry. This just wasn't the sort of reunion he had hoped for.

And then Stede offers to run them a bath, running fingers through his hair. A gesture so soft that Edward can't help but feel his heart throb over, and it scares him all the same. He's so terribly in love with Stede that he knows how bad this would hurt if it all went sour again. It would almost be easier to say no, but despite Edward's best efforts to self-sabotage he can't help but be drawn into Stede's orbit.

So instead, he nods, his big wet eyes glistening.

Stede's heart fractures at the sight of tears in Ed's eyes. He wants to ask what's wrong, but doesn't he know that already? Or the gist of it at least. This had been intense. All of it, from start to finish. And they do need to talk about it, but not until they've both had a moment to breathe.

"I'll be right back," he promises, kissing Ed once more before slipping out of his embrace. And he makes good on the promise—the bathroom isn't that hard to find, and he's used to the miracle that is modern plumbing by now. He gets a bath going and sets out towels for them both before returning to fetch Ed.

"There wasn't much in the way of oils or salts," he admits as he reenters the room. "But we'll make do."

"Okay..." Edward breathes quietly, letting Stede slip from his fingertips and off into his washroom. He doesn't move, just curls up again on the oversized sofa, hugging his own knees. He feels so vulnerable, which is odd he thinks, but this is far from the first time he'd imagined with Stede Bonnet. Given the way this place seems to point everyone toward sex, it was bound to happen eventually, he'd just have liked for it to have been entirely his idea, not influenced by something in his system.

He startles slightly when Stede reenters the room, wiping his face and pushing himself to stand, still awkward and naked as he moves closer.

"I haven't... I mean, I don't know where to begin for supply runs..." he answers. Small talk. Wow. Is this really the best he can do?

"I can help you with that. In the future, that is. If you want." Stede isn't immune to the ensuing awkwardness any more than Ed is, but damn if he'll let that chase him off now. Whatever had just happened, whatever the reason for it, he's not running away anymore. Not unless Edward tells him to leave, his own insecurities be damned.

"But we'll be fine for today." He walks closer, resting a hand gently on Ed's shoulder. He looks like he could use the steadying touch. "Come on. It should be just about full by now."

Once again, Stede's words seem to be a cool balm to Edward's emotions. He forces a smile, however small, then follows Stede inside. If he's offering his help, Edward isn't going to turn him down. He's certainly not going to if it prolongs their time together in any way.

The steaming bath is alluring to say the least. Filled and hot in record time, no less, seemingly without a heat source beneath it to bring the water to temperature. There is so much about this world that Edward will never get used to. He hesitates slightly before stepping into it, gasping as the hot water stings his feet and legs and sobers him a bit. He doesn't sit yet, instead offering Stede a hand to join him.

Stede hadn't been sure whether or not he'd be joining Ed in the tub. He'd certainly wanted it himself. That was no question. Whether Ed would, though...

But there's a hand being extended his way, and Stede takes it without a second's hesitation.

"It's nice, isn't it?" he says as his own feet sink into the water, eliciting a little pleased hum out of him. "Hot water on demand. No idea how it works, but it always does." He starts to sit, his hand still in Ed's. It will likely stay there until Ed or necessity dictates otherwise.

As Stede begins to sit, Edward lowers himself with him as if it had been choreographed. Then again, he's always in sync with Stede, even when he's not.

The water stings at his body as he sits, and he can feel instant relief in his joints as the warmth envelopes them in a way he's certain he's never experienced. Or perhaps it's just been that long. He can't help the groan that leaves him then, especially as he gives in and leans back against the wall of the tub with a slow exhale.

"Fucking miraculous." he sighs, not letting go of Stede's hand, either.

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