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TDM #41


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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.

Submissives are provided with a plain black pleather collar to wear and Dominants are given bracelets made of the same black pleather. The simple design is an immediate visual indicator that they have not yet signed a contract and they will be informed that more elaborate or personalized styles are a privilege reserved for those who do.

Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals.

The first hints of spring are in the air. Large piles of snow still linger, but precipitation has turned to rain and the breeze gets a little warmer every day. It's time to swap out wool coats for umbrellas and turtlenecks for tea dresses!



» » » 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.



« « « NEW CITY NEW ME



(cw: cockwarming, lap sitting, frottage, edging, public sexual acts, public displays, public transport)

Far too many people can’t seem to follow directions. Reading a map shouldn’t be that hard, so LIES has taken it upon themselves to update their usual city tour to refresh newcomers and graduates alike. This month’s orientation includes a more in-depth tour than the usual train ride, coupling it with bus routes that lead groups through various stations and stops that show off some of the city’s most notable landmarks. To your left you will see Fiddler's Square, and over on the right you will see the greenhouse, opened just last year. Enjoy this drive along the coast! The beach looks lovely and the lighthouse stands proud and watchful, but the city recommends against visiting either one. Isn't the business district much lovelier, with all the fancy hotels and lively dance clubs?

Dominants and Submissives both new and old are required to take or give the tour at least once, depending on how long they have been in the city. Those who have lived in the city for over six months will find themselves given maps to follow and brochures that describe various places in town; they are paired with newcomers who haven't been here quite as long, and are still learning what the city has to offer them.

Whether a tour guide or a member of the tour group, Dominants will be given priority seating, while Submissives are expected to either kneel at their feet, sit on their laps, or even stay standing in trains and buses that, curiously, are always packed. Everyone’s taking these tours, so it's no wonder these carriages are so crowded.

Something strange happens on these tours, though. It starts small and faint, but the longer you spend in these crowded buses and trains, the hotter you feel - and the people surrounding you look more and more attractive. But this is Duplicity, and no one will bat an eye if the Submissive on a Dominant’s lap starts humping them in front of everyone else… After all, it seems like everyone else is already also doing the same.

The strange part? No one can get off. No matter how far you take it, or how long you try to climax - you just can't. No one can. No one's getting off on this tour, not until the bus or train makes it to each pre-planned stop. Please mind the gap as you disembark, and try not to come all over the concrete the minute you step out of the vehicle!



» » » STAMP AND GO


(cw: randomized kinks, exhibitionism, transactional sex)

The tours aren't all about sex on the go. While the tour guides are given maps and brochures to study up on, the tour-takers are given little stamp cards and instructions to complete a fun stamp rally. Visiting each of the locations on your card can get you an adorable stamp, and completing the stamps will get you a fun and useful prize! Participating locations include:
▪️ The Aquarium
▪️ The Library
▪️ Cupid's Castle
▪️ PUSSY Academy
▪️ The Obelisk
▪️ Riddler's Square
...and more! Every card is different, and will take you all around the Up and the Down.

The catch - you don't get a stamp until you use your device to scan an official code found in stamp stands at each stop. Doing so brings up a pose to be done with at least one other person. Make sure to pose quickly, a camera somewhere in the area will flash in a few moments to take your photo. Some photos are fairly straightforward - a kiss to the cheek, or a slap to the ass. Others are a bit more involved - giving a blowjob, or getting pegged. Don't complain, some unlucky people might get something convoluted (can anyone truly bend that way? Time to find out!). You get unlimited tries to take the perfect picture - so if you don't manage it the first time, simply scan again and strike another pose. Unfortunately the pose won't change with any additional scans, so make sure to do your best with what you’ve been given!

Completed stamp cards can be exchanged at the Orientation Center for a loaded money pass! Particularly valuable to Submissives (uncontracted ones, or ones who want to buy things by themselves), money passes are honored all over the city, and can be used to purchase necessities without a Dominant’s signature. The pass is valid for a whole month, and has enough to cover a month’s worth of decent warm meals, a few indulgences, and maybe some appropriate clothes for the season. Buy whatever you need to impress the Dominant of your dreams and secure a contract that suits your needs.



« « « DRESS ME UP, ADORE ME


(cw: clothes play, optional crossdressing, optional transactional sex, public sex, mirror sex, exhibitionism)

In a bid to attract new customers, the boutique Delicate Desires has partnered with LIES to advertise their shops as a one-stop-shop for new arrivals to get their hands on necessities they’ll need to make their lives easier and more enriched. With every completed stamp card, Submissives will also receive a coupon for 40% off anything in the store. Get a frilly, lacy outfit for every occasion!

If you don’t have any cash or failed to complete your stamp card - don’t fret! Find another Submissive who is willing to spend money on you from their own pass, or find a Dominant to spoil you - with the outfit being one of their choice, of course.

There are changing rooms available for customers to try on outfits and one may find that when they look at themselves in the mirrors of the store, their self-confidence spikes. It doesn’t matter how good or bad they may objectively look, they’ll feel like the hottest person to ever grace Duplicity’s streets. If said boost in confidence comes with feeling hot and bothered, well, the clerks won’t mind if the rooms are used for a quickie, so long as you’re, well, quick about it. They're expecting a lot of customers!

A competing store next door, Allure & Adorn, has decided to use this opportunity to try and lure customers into their own shop, boasting that their clothes are just as good - if not better! - than the ones offered next door. They will also accept the money passes that Submissives may have earned during the stamp rally, but their prices are a little less favorable than the boutique's. Their outfits, instead of their mirrors, seem to make those that wear them feel prone to showing off and indulging in exhibitionist activities. No fucking in the changing rooms here though - this store has class! Go out on the streets if you wish to indulge in that sort of behaviour.



» » » 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:

All new arrivals on this TDM are 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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[personal profile] bennetdiction 2025-03-26 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Elizabeth loops her arm through his and lightly rests her hand, palm down, on his forearm. Since he has been here longer and naturally has more experience, she will probably accept whichever establishment he decides is appropriate.

"Do you only patronize those businesses? The ones owned by fellow prisoners?"
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[personal profile] bakudan_bambino 2025-03-26 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
“I try to.” But it’s not like any LIErs can be farmers so he can’t even trust the source of most of what he eats and drinks.

“We’re all stuck here together, so must do what we can to support each other.”
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[personal profile] youtian 2025-03-26 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
There is, of course, a difference in the way you hold a knife when you're cooking compared to the way you'd hold one when using it to kill someone. Different purposes, different movements involved. So it's not the way Lucanis holds the knife that makes some puzzle pieces click together in Zhao's head, and it's not the ease with which he slices the vegetables, but there is just something about the act of him holding a knife at all that slides what was a blurred picture into focus. Zhao has been around assassins and killers for hire of varying sorts nearly all his life, and he knows the way they move, even when they're not on the job. Some kinds of training doesn't leave you when you're off the clock.

Zhao turns this observation over in his head as the conversation continues-- he trusts his instincts, but he'd rather have something more solid before he mentions anything. "Just a couple days. Too early to be complaining about the food of all things, I know." He props his chin up on his hand, elbow resting on the table as he watches. "I'm not a snob, you can find the best stuff where you expect it the least-- and I've been to a lot of fancy joints that completely miss the mark on their food. But that cafeteria in the submissive apartments just ain't it. They don't care about the food they're giving to you, and you can tell."
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[personal profile] milkpunch 2025-03-27 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Tch-- [ A Butcher classic: blowing the mission out of sheer smugness. Damnably, Milk is far from immune. His thumb drags over Butcher's Adam's apple, tracing the submissive ink running down his throat into the hollow between his collarbone, where he can feel Butcher breathing like a growl. 

[ Milk exhales long and hard, trying to clear some of the heat from his head. When his thumb snaps on Butcher's collar, he hooks under and drags around the back. The band bites at Butcher's neck, and Milk's knuckles grind the base of his skull. Pressing Billy in against him (half hard in his mouth, shuddering up his stomach, how's that for immunity?), he nods. ]
Get your hands up on me. You need it, don't you? 
brewedwithspite: coffee, looking to side (Lucanis024)

[personal profile] brewedwithspite 2025-03-27 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Just a couple of days, Zhao says, and Lucanis blinks up at him sympathetically. He sighs to himself as he pours each of them a glass of wine and slides one across the counter to his guest, setting the bottle aside.

"It is never too early to complain about the food." he replies with a wry tone, taking up his glass. "Cooking is a hobby of mine. It keeps me grounded... and I like doing it for others; having people to care for. The city may not be very welcoming to newcomers, but you are always welcome in my kitchen."
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[personal profile] geegollygosh 2025-03-27 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Epel contemplates the question and then he is trying to accomplish something too and going around together might be mutually beneficial. His jaw tingles and the other is so easy with touch and Epel's a bit thrown by it but he also likes it.

"Yeah, sure. I can go with you," though he's certainly having difficulty speaking properly -- which he's trying to do even if Vil isn't around.
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[personal profile] geegollygosh 2025-03-27 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Not like them...?

[ Epel looks a little lost on what he might mean by that. ]
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[personal profile] jamieshark 2025-03-27 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Despite his confidence in his ability to dress himself, Jamie will never disregard the attention of a pretty girl. He lets her take the garment from him without fuss.

He looks appraisingly at the top and he reaches to look at the sleeve. He likes it, but he likes it for himself because he loves orange.

David, though? He shakes his head, a little morose.

"He don't really wear colour like that. He likes black. Sometimes grey, sometimes white, but it's usually black."
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[personal profile] jamieshark 2025-03-27 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Jamie didn't want to mention it, but Randy is a little smelly. He's not as precious as he looks, though, so he's not afraid to flick his tongue over his bottom lip.

It's just a tease, though. He pulls back to give him a critical look.]


Randy?

[He sounds mildly disgusted by it. What a lame name for a sexy guy. He'll have to pick a nickname.

Still, he arches easily into the hands raking up and under his shirt. He hums, not afraid to let Randy know he likes it. His hips rock down harder.]


Makes us two peas in a pod, don't it?

[Jamie walks his fingers down Randy's chest to his belt, fumbling it open. Then the button, then the zip. Then he slips his hand down to feel what he's working with, arching his brow.]

Hello, hello.
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[personal profile] bennetdiction 2025-03-27 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think that is very prudent," she says, continuing to take in the scenery as they walk. "And responsible, too. Should this city decide to forbid the prisoners from using the local businesses, we would not have as much difficulty as we would otherwise."

It makes sense, and since very little about this place can qualify for that, she feels good about learning that some sense has been applied.
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[personal profile] cwords 2025-03-27 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
( 'randy' was in the midst of crashing an orgy and mowing down supes with his laser vision before he found himself trapezing through the left-side door, so you'll have to forgive him for not taking the time to shower and shave post-orientation. the next time [?] they have a bout, he'll be sure to smell like cheap soap and lilac. )

Randy, sure. Got a thing about Randys?

( aside from it being nearly archaic as far as names go, not that a name like 'billy' is much better. but it's clear that taking a wrestler's moniker isn't going to stop him from getting laid since jamie is still gliding hard against him, undeterred. the fact that they're on a crowded bus doesn't even seem to bother him. billy's a bit put off by it, but they hardly seem to be the exception to the rule. three seats up, some woman's getting her salad tossed. beside them, some guy's keeping an eye on things between them. probably a watcher, then.

this world must have loads of those.

jamie's fingers make their way down, and butcher doesn't stop them. feeling heated, he presses for more, rough hand gripping jamie's ass as he works open his jeans. he's half-hard when jamie's finds him, the tight slide of an uncut cock hot against his fingers, twitching in interest, with dark pubes still held beneath his briefs. he gives jamie's ass another squeeze, encouraging. )


That's all right...

( he feels like he's getting felt up in a bus, which wouldn't ordinarily be 'all right,' but it's feeling great right now. )
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commander john shepard | mass effect | submissive

[personal profile] boyscoutking 2025-03-27 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
+ All Aboard
This... isn't how Shepard had imagined whatever came next. His choice hadn't really taken into account next because the expectation had been there likely wouldn't be one. His brain still feels scrambled in a way that leaves him not as sharp as usual. Last thing he remembers is stepping into that beam of light, and...

He's back to being a tall, broad figure in clothes that definitely aren't his own, the cuffs of ratty sweater sleeves barely touching his wrists, his biceps looking like they might split the fabric at any moment he moves too much. And then there's the fact he seems to be hemmed in by a group of people who are being picked off one by one and dragged into the middle of the carriage to be paraded like--

"Hey--" he starts to say, fingers loosening up from the overhead handles, but the sudden surge of pain in his head catches him short. He all but doubles over, gripping his head in a way that signals well enough to those around him he's in pain.


+ New City New Me
"You're kidding."

It's not a question. The invitation from the driver to put his considerable bulk onto the lap of a sitting Dominant is met by an incredulous eyebrow, one that lifts and stays raised for a full few seconds before it becomes clear this isn't a joke. Whatever can be said about his own discipline, there's a moment he considers not following along with that insistence and to turn around to get back off the bus.

Except there's a whole line behind him now of fellow Submissives, eyes ranging from dead to pleading with him to just do what he's told so they can get this over with.

"...o-kay. Who didn't skip leg day?" He half-asks, half jokes to try cut the tension as he tears his eyes away from the driver and around the bus, looking for somebody he might not squash too badly if he sits on their lap. As much as he's not a fan of this entire society, he's not looking to start getting other people into bad situations because he's holding out.


+ Stamp And Go
Whenever Shepard scans a stand, the positions he's given require some kind of core strength, and this latest offering seems to stick with that tradition. He's in pretty good shape considering he's been on active military duty for the entirety of his adult life, give or take a few years dead or being forced to work with a human terrorist organization. That said, there's a certain air of reluctance that hangs around him, despite already having got as up to speed as he can on the situation they're all in here.

Glancing across at the person standing next to him, he tilts his device's screen towards them and has the good grace to look apologetic. Given his size, he's trying his best not to look intimidating in a way that could worry others that are smaller than he is. Gentle is the key.

"This one looks like we need to do our stretches first."


+ Network || UN: cdr.shepj
Anybody have experience helping other people figure out career changes after years of doing the same thing? Didn't think I'd be in this position so could do with a friendly face with some experience in this.
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[personal profile] bigplace 2025-03-27 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaidan snort giggles, stepping into Shepard's space casually and confidently. "Guess we're both getting old. We doing this by the book or touch and go, Shepard?" They've already done many of these positions back on the Normandy's captain quarters—that poor bedframe, withstanding the abuse of a pair of skilled, muscled biotics—but to do them in public?

It irks Kaidan more than he cares to admit. A look of assurance flashes through his face, an unspoken I got you that's seen them through hell and back again. If this is their newest challenge, then so be it. An uncontacted civilization where sex serves a prominent social function is far more agreeable than a galaxy full of reapers. Suck it up, Alenko.

The one person Kaidan is comfortable performing this sort of act is here now. Everything will be fine.

His voice lowers, gravelly and inviting. "They want a show? Let's give them one." With a grin and a wink, Kaidan taps on the second position from the top left—the Cow Squat.
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[personal profile] goldencharms 2025-03-27 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, they've been here for years! I think 3...?
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[personal profile] boyscoutking 2025-03-27 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
The 'how' and 'why' of the situation hasn't gotten close to resolving in Shepard's head, and he's still caught up on more than one reason why Kaidan being here too sits uncomfortable in his chest. What it means for either of them, he doesn't know. And it's been a knot in his stomach since he'd set eyes on his favorite Canadian here in this city.

Guilt for feeling sweeping relief at the other man's presence haunts him every so often, but during the hustle and bustle of daytime, when there's Submissive life to contend with, it's easier to stuff in a box. The flipside is the gnawing fear that none of this is real at all.

The corners of his mouth lift as Kaidan steps in closer, close enough that Shepard can smell the soap from the communal showers in the provided housing in the Down. That and the man's natural scent, something that grabs his attention by the balls and forces him to focus up.

"Never liked the saying about old dogs and new tricks," he murmurs back, device dropping to his side, blindly stuffed into a pocket as his other hand lifts as if a counter weight. Calloused fingers brush along the stubble at the other man's jaw, eyes dropping to his mouth unsubtle and hungry.

It's still beyond weird pushing intimacy into public like this, PDA not something he's remotely familiar or comfortable with. But he's gotten the picture enough to know that failing here likely means punishment for the two of them later, and he'd rather cut his right arm off than put Kaidan in that position.
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[personal profile] legsbenedict 2025-03-27 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The caravel was technically with the crew before I was.

[ Ah, a fellow seafarer! He mirrors Harry, placing his items down, though he tucks his hands into his pockets. ]

Her name is the Going Merry, our flag is a Jolly Roger wearing a straw hat. I don't know that I have a specialty, exactly. I can cook anything, so it comes down to ingredients- what is fresh, what is close to expiring, how accessible it will be once it's used.
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[personal profile] bigplace 2025-03-27 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaidan knows Shepard too damn well. Feels the other man's guilt in his guts, a leaden weight, tangible thus grounding. It's nice to be considered, to be cared for to the point another person scourges themselves over their shared misery—but it's not always a good thing, no matter how Kaidan feels about being the recipient of that thread of possessiveness.

"Hey," he shudders against the fingers caressing the stubbled line of his jaw, almost losing his train of thought to that warmth. "I'm here. We'll figure this out, alright?" To drive the point home Kaidan presses his forehead against Shepard's, warm brown eyes focused on cool blue, crow's feet pulled in unmistakable fondness. "Just focus on me for now." Forget about them. I've got you.

It's always been easier for Kaidan to initiate intimacy, the gap his to bridge. Another quirk of Shepard's he's accepted as an intrinsic part of the man, an idiosyncrasy he's grown to love. Kaidan's nose rubs on Shepard's a bit before his mouth trails downwards, tracing Shepard's lower lip with a swipe of his tongue as he begins kissing him in earnest, arms wrapped around the commander, pulling him closer, forcing him to focus on nothing but the scent of his skin and the taste of his mouth. A world where he can still do this with Shepard isn't so bad after all. How lucky are these people to witness it? They will play along for now, but their intimacy, their love, can't be cheapened by anything these people throw at them, forged in the fires of war.
Edited 2025-03-27 20:28 (UTC)
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[personal profile] legsbenedict 2025-03-27 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sanji whistles when Vrenille mentions just how long he's been in this place, and isn't that quite the depressing thought? Six and a half years? Thanks but no thanks.

He drags a hand down his face, considering his options. ]


Mm.. The contracts and quota seem pretty straightforward. What about the unwritten rules?
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[personal profile] boyscoutking 2025-03-27 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
They've been to hell and back, him and Kaidan. Through so much together, and apart, and back again in each other's orbit in ways that nobody else can understand. The gentle demand for his attention, and the way those soft lips press against his own as the hard planes of their bodies pull closer is more than enough to guide Shepard back from a ledge there's only darkness beyond.

He gasps against the other man's lips as if he's been tugged back from a sheer drop, secure in arms that he trusts implicitly. More than he has words to express. Jaw working as he opens his mouth, granting all the access that Kaidan could ever want, surrendering the heat of his mouth and the kisses that follow.

If anybody is watching, Shepard's caught up in Kaidan enough to no longer pay attention to the feeling of having his every step watched. Maybe a hangover from their war efforts, of being thrust up upon a pedestal as a role model.

"Kaidan," he murmurs, fingers slipping up beneath the fabric of the major's top to find his hips and the warmth of his skin. To find home again in a way he hasn't felt before they really found each other.
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[personal profile] not_actually_a_bad_guy 2025-03-27 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I believe that is where it came from originally. But we no longer really have cavalry where I am from.

I'll do whatever I have to in a fight, but I am fond of kickboxing for training.
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[personal profile] bakudan_bambino 2025-03-27 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well... I'm not sure how most businesses we run get product. It must be from natives somehow, because we can't travel far out of the city. The ocean and beach are very dangerous, the down is riddled with criminals, the woods don't contain any poultry or livestock animals." He would know, since he's been in there hunting as a werecat and never found much bigger than a squirrel or a pigeon. There is no game to speak of.

"So whether we like it or not, we depend on the natives. It can't always be avoided." Hayato reaches the cafe and holds the door open for her. Despite her being the submissive, he has manners.
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[personal profile] virulentus 2025-03-28 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wesker normally approaches sex the same way he approaches everything else: with a mix of scientific curiosity, stoic detachment, and naked contempt. All of that is beyond his reach now. What remains is desire, animalistic and insatiable. He's powerless to suppress the inhuman sound that tears its way from his throat as she strokes him, just as he's powerless to stop his hips from bucking as the wet heat of her cunt envelops him. The hand beneath her dress presses demandingly against her clit before moving lower, to the place where the two of them are joined. If he slid a finger inside her, could she take that, too? He imagines she could. He imagines that she could take any number of men. ]

I like you better this way. [ He grits the words out in between nips at the soft, perfumed skin of her neck, then starts to move inside her. What little of his mind that remains unaffected by the drug thought recognizes this act as the capitulation that it is and rages helplessly against it. The rest of him revels in the debauchery of it all, lurid as a public execution.

He digs his fingers into her hips and lifts her slightly as he fucks into her. His grip is strong enough to bruise—recompense for the reddening welt on his forearm. Maintaining this position requires no small degree of physical exertion, but he thrills at the way it puts him in control. He doesn't care whether she rides him or not. He will have her—thoroughly, relentlessly—regardless of any action or inaction on her part. ]

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[personal profile] jamieshark 2025-03-28 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds like a yank name. [Jamie points this out curtly. He really has no right to talk shit about names, since his name is just a gayer version of James and his surname is exactly what he is. Maybe, somehow, he knows it doesn't suit Randy.

Or he's just winding him up. Which seems likely, since he's happily and firmly palming Randy's cock. The rest of the bus just fades out for Jamie, who is very accustomed to playing Hide the Dick with an audience. He bites his lip eagerly, huffing at the hands on his ass. He likes that.

He leans forward with his hand still on Randy's cock, rubbing his thumb over the tip as he pushes in to mouth his neck. He presses his lips down the length of his front and stomach as he slides off Randy's lap and onto the ground. The hand departs from Randy's cock just so he can push his pants and briefs down a little further. Perfect.

Jamie flicks his eyes up to Randy's one final time before he swirls his tongue over the head of his cock and then slides the entire thing down his mouth and throat. Gag reflex, we don't know her.]
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[personal profile] thevelmster 2025-03-28 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[He might be bluffing, and she's absolutely experimenting with her confidence taking the lead outside of her more submissive-leaning partners as well as testing this stranger's reactions. Something's off, and Velma's more than happy to focus on solving the mystery of it.

There's a bit of a thrill at his genuine surprise, that she could cause that, and a warmth washes over her at his response. Even if it's not an actual promise, hearing it ticks several boxes for her, especially looking as he does with that accent. Despite his efforts, the fact that she's not intending on acting on anything indecent with him holds her steadier. Or, so she keeps telling herself.

Whether out of stubbornness or genuine interest, her gaze holds his as he methodically adjusts to his knees. Now, he's not the only one the younger woman's enjoyed from these respective positions, but she finds the aesthetic of him in particular sort of alluring. Perhaps because of his abrasive, cocky attitude? Something to unpack (or not) later.

Unfortunately for him, however, his actions appear to have the opposite effect on Velma, positively reinforcing the more tenacious behavior. After all, she's trying to become a better Dominant per the City's guidelines in order to protect both Hughie and Bradward, and what better way than by practicing in public where their cameras can document her 'compliance'? The fact that it makes her feel good? A bonus.

Instinctively, she reaches out to gently smooth her fingers through his hair.
]

You did that so well for me.

[It's clear by the ease in which that murmured praise pours from her lips that it's not her first utterance. Not even close. Her realization at how easily she slips into it breaks the momentum, and after a moment of awkward consideration as she chews her lower lip, she carefully takes a seat, navigating her skirt with practiced modesty. All the while, her hand lingers in his hair, gently playing with it.]

Now, your name?
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[personal profile] bigplace 2025-03-28 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes people get overwhelmed. They don't know what to do, so they don't do anything. Shepard, the man who carried the entire galaxy's fate on his shoulder, continues to suffer from just that. The threat might be over, their peace costly but won, yet Shepard hasn't internalized it yet. Hard thing to believe. Even Kaidan has a hard time believe it's finally over.

Onto new challenges.

Shepard tastes of metal and a bit of ozone, the tang of biotics. Kaidan knows he tastes of it but his is less blood, more whiskey. Earthy. Rooted. Always been that for Shepard and will continue to be that as long as Shepard will allow it—his soft place to land.

"Shepard," he echoes, his hands climbing both sides of Shepard's face, rubbing at the edge of his jaw with a calloused thumb, the other keeping him in place the better to kiss him. Kaidan can't help but groan into Shepard's mouth as his fingers rest on the swell of his hips, the crackling of electrostatic discharge as his biotics activate. Coronas crashing, electric fields melding into one unit. Didn't think it possible, thought it an asari fantasy, but it's true—he recognizes Shepard purely by his electricity, by mere proximity. Such is their bond.

Gently, slowly, Kaidan starts guiding Shepard into the correct position for this challenge. Lifts the commander as if he weighted nothing, forces him onto his lap, without breaking their kissing. Eventually Kaidan comes back up for air, laughing breathlessly. "I love you, John." Staring ardently, taking in the sight of the commander as if he hung the moon. "Now, let me be the boss."
Edited 2025-03-28 04:02 (UTC)