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TDM #41


« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »


« « « 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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oomfies: 𝑜𝑜𝓂𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈 (💕 pic#17563942)

[personal profile] oomfies 2025-04-07 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ The last she felt the press of lips on her own was last week— she had Caroline pressed against a wall and took both her hands to cup her beautiful, gorgeous face. She kissed her to hide from her mom, mostly, but there was fondness. Adoration, and obsession only a blossoming relationship can have. Caroline had her hand splayed at her waist, blunt nails and soft hands touching skin.

Clint's hands are not so dissimilar, but they're bigger. They're as needy as they are tender, asking for permission as much as he is taking it. She breathes out oh against his lips, still surprised he's even closed the distance before she allows herself a brief moment of bliss. Of silence, of his touch and how it makes her brain short circuit pleasantly. She feels relief, instantaneous that washes over her body and it makes her shudder.

Something like shame curls in her gut when he pulls away (she just got a girlfriend a week ago and yet) she finds herself chasing after him, just as desperate for something as he is. ]


I— [ There's cotton in her mouth at the thought: she should say something. She should definitely say something despite how god awful everything is, because it'd be okay, right? But Lottie finds herself thumbing nervously at his collar, instead, looking up at him just as bewildered as she was before. In his arms, she's all the more aware of how alone she is. Some stupid part of her worries even telling him she's dating someone might scare him off and her stomach flips uncomfortably at the thought. She rests her forehead hesitantly against his, ] um, okay.

..But I want a bagel, too.
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[personal profile] youtian 2025-04-07 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Zhao is the complete opposite-- he gets competitive over how good the desserts in corner stores have gotten. Just being good was never enough, he had to keep getting better. The self-imposed pressure is still a good step down from the demands he'd grown up under, from the expectations of perfection. Getting a little fired up about cooking is much more fun.

He can put the thoughts of competition aside long enough to enjoy a new dish made by a new friend, though. The dish reminds him a bit of fondue, clearly a dip based on the plating. "I'll be sure to. Itadakimasu." Zhao tears off a piece of bread, dipping it into the bagna cauda for a first taste. It's a potent flavor-- unsurprising given the amount of garlic he'd seen go into it-- but very good. Eyes close behind his shades, soaking in that first bite. Best thing he's had since he got here, honestly. He sighs happily. "You can never go wrong with a garlic-based dish."
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[personal profile] youtian 2025-04-07 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Zhao hums in agreement-- power is messy, as much of a trap as it is freedom. As exhausting to have as it is terrifying to lose. While leading the Liumang, being the "man with a plan", he'd been so used to being crushed by the weight of that responsibility, he'd almost stopped feeling anything at all.

Sometimes he thinks he might have been better at it if he had gone completely numb, if there hadn't been that buried part of him that still felt too damn much, was too soft, cared too much. That doubt's gotten quieter over time, though. He definitely doesn't regret giving it all up. "It ain't all it's cracked up to be, being a 'leader of men'."

Like the best of liars, the city tells you on its face exactly what it is, and you let your guard down, thinking that if you know the lies are coming, you'll have some sort of advantage. But it never quite works out that way. "Exactly what it says on the tin, huh." Zhao leans in with interest for that seditious little not-secret, eyes widening behind his sunglasses. Then he scoffs and shakes his head. "Fuckin' figures... A politician that's a hypocrite. Nothin' special about that."
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[personal profile] imprecates 2025-04-07 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
Kainé hisses through her teeth when his nails drag down her back, the sting sending a tremor through her. She doesn’t let up the pressure of her grip on his shoulders—it grounds her, keeps her steady with how intense everything feels.

When he slows down, her eyes snap open, a growl curling in her throat. “You bastard,” she mutters, voice low and strained with need. She shifts her hips, trying to force more friction, not above chasing what she wants if he’s going to tease.

“Don’t make me beg,” she growls, but there’s a flicker of defiance in her eyes—half a warning, half a challenge.
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[personal profile] brewedwithspite 2025-04-07 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucanis would relate when it comes to work, but cooking for him is an escape from all of that. A hobby so that he doesn't get too caught up in failure if he feels he's not good enough.

Lucanis does the same, starting with the bread but watching his guest for approval before taking his own bite. He smiles proudly as he dips it in the garlicky dip, nodding in his agreement.

"Probably not the ideal meal should the city go pushing you into someone's personal space, but I cannot resist. This is a very nostalgic dish for me."
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[personal profile] theworldender 2025-04-07 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He knew it was driving her crazy and a breathy chuckle escaped his lips hearing her calling him a bastard. He held back his typical response to that even as his lust darkened eyes danced with amusement.

He nipped her throat as she growled at him. “I can be…” he teased against her skin, not quite picking up the pace yet. His grip tightened on her to prevent her from trying to slip off of him.

“I have no intention of making you beg…” he paused as he thrust up sharply into her. “…this time.” He panted, leaving the promise of a future encounter where he would do just that heavy in air.

He groaned at the added friction, his length throbbing inside her as he regained control of himself, not willing to spill just yet. He fully intended to pull another orgasm out of her first.
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[personal profile] westcoasts 2025-04-07 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( clint's not as caught up by thoughts of relationships — sure, he and sara are something, but they've both been quite determined to shy away from calling it anything in particular, partly because sara has her own issues with relationships, partly because clint's aware he's tanked every single relationship he's been in and his comfort with commitment divebombed after his divorce, and partly because expecting anything vaguely approaching monogamy in a place like duplicity is asking for trouble.

and so clint kisses lottie, and all he can think — well, not all, but it's there, present beyond the almost-relief that kissing lottie brings — is that ah, fuck, it's a city thing, comma, something in the non-existent aircon of the bus? that she doesn't let go of him when he pulls away says — well, it mostly just confirms his realisation, but it doesn't stop his fingers from toying with her shirt, from sliding underneath to rest against the small of her back.

the way she looks up at him tells him that she has no idea what just happened, is happening, and his gaze drops again to her mouth, pouty and unsure, and he takes a breath; tilts his head as she leans her forehead against his, hyperaware that all he wants to do is kiss her some more, (is that all?), and that it'd probably be intensely unflattering for her if he immediately tells her that it's okay, this is definitely not them, this is just how it is here.

the noise he makes when she tells him she wants a bagel is distracted, a short, sharp laugh. maybe whatever it is, is affecting just him. )


—Bagel. Sure. I can eat.
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[personal profile] oomfies 2025-04-07 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not that she's hungry (Lottie hasn't had much of an appetite for some time, really), it's about the normalcy of it. Lottie prefers to have her coffee with buttered toast or a creamed bagel just like how she prefers to be held while she's kissed. She's trying to think as far ahead (15 minutes) as she can because if she lingers too long in the now she might do something stupid. ]

Uh, cool..

[ Like say uh, cool like a dork. What was that? God, he's so warm. Cool, seriously? She likes how his hand feels at her back, like he's being embedded into her skin. Like get too in her head and cry some more about how she misses her hot model girlfriend and sob over her only friend (he has no say in the matter now, frankly) being a man. A man she kissed. A man she kinda (sorta) wants to kiss more. Is that bad?

(Is she a bad person for wanting that?)

Her eyes flit down anxiously. They, unhelpfully, land at his lips. Lottie stares and stares and stares before she finds her hands pawing at him, trying to find a place she deems safe and semi-appropriate, considering the situation. ]


Is this— [ A press of those pouty lips into a line, knowing she's being terribly, terribly, vague. ] cool?
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thank you for your patience while I got my shit together

[personal profile] turdusmigratoriusmortuus 2025-04-07 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[He sees her chase him; the natural instinct of a bat is to go up, and so up he goes. He's as graceful about it as any Spider-person, even though he is absolutely not a meta. He finds a fire escape and starts to scale it with an effortlessness that speaks to practice.

God, he wants his grapple.

He whistles again, this time the Robin whistle calling for backup. It's a whistle he hasn't used in years, but he hopes that maybe Dick is here, Dick can answer what's going on, Dick can step in.

The point is: he does not wait up. Instead he gets on the roof of a building and stays on the edge of it as he races for the next building.]
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[personal profile] whykeepgoing 2025-04-08 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Any chance of getting her sea ready again, or not because of what you're dealing with there?"

He knows how hard it can be. He really does.

"I had to do a lot to keep my ship sailing after her true Captain was gone. I've learned though. I've learned a lot."

His eyes closed at that, not even sure what to make of it all. He was comfortable, and he wasn't pushing someone away. Someone offering closeness, and yet he isn't running. He's just letting it happen without hiding again.

"It's hard to not be alone when it's all you've known for a long time... and then when you have to give up something more to protect someone you care about."
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[personal profile] velothi 2025-04-08 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Moth to a flame. Ashu sees it in this Wesker's eyes, red much like his own and yet not—the pupil fascinates him, cat-like, its piercing strangeness sending a shudder coursing down his spine more so than the cock slamming into him over and over. "Fuck, yes! More!" Make it hurt, he almost voices, but his words catch at the smack, shifting into a manic giggle.

The audience might want a performance but Ashu could care less. This isn't about them anymore, it's about this man. What seethes inside Wesker, this anger dripping from him in waves, with each rub to his inner walls, wanting to grasp it, taste it. The haughtiness is all so familiar, the echoes of mer who thought themselves gods yet were cast down as readily as mortals. "Not—" His toes curl, eyes roll in their sockets, "—first time I've—" Fucked a human who used him rough, as if a toy. A curiosity.

Yet this is different. There's a look that flashes in the eyes of men whenever they realize they're about to bed a mer in Tamriel—it is absent here. Wesker's hunger was more...clinical. A predator's. As if he wanted to restrain Ashu to a table and get to cutting.

That excites far more than the usual ash fever, dulled by years of living in the Imperial City, the capital of men. "—let a human fuck me like this."
Edited 2025-04-08 02:00 (UTC)
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stamp and go

[personal profile] changeas 2025-04-08 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Here was Finn, continuing to work through his stamp card because, well, now that he's started it he might as well keep going. Due to variations in their respective cards, Finn had parted ways with the other submissive that he had been working through prompts with, and he couldn't help feeling discouraged. It had been nice, having someone to work with that he had developed somewhat of a rapport with. For now, Finn tried to keep his head up with the thought that he perhaps had a new friend he'd be seeing more often.

So, now he just had to find another partner...another stranger to do potentially lewd things with in front of everyone. Finn sighed miserably as he neared the Aquarium, scanning the people coming and going to see if anyone looked as if they were trying to find a partner. And, wouldn't you know it, as he approached...

"Max...?"
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[personal profile] umas_second 2025-04-08 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"No' wi'out magic. She's stuck on th'rocks an there's no way tae pull her oot." It wasn't as impossible as it sounded. In theory, he could try to ask Fairy Godmother for a favor. He did help save Auradon, and without the VKs, Fairy Godmother would still be stone. It was a good argument for getting her to free Uma's ship. Well, probably his ship now actually. It wasn't likely that Uma would come back to sail her again.

Harry enjoyed the contact. He was a man that hung all over people back home and even ten minutes without touching someone was a struggle. Giving Rogue some comfort while getting some back seemed like a good deal.

"Is tha why ye were runnin? Ye gave up yer life for someone?"
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[personal profile] velothi 2025-04-08 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Ashu doesn't understand what these words mean, nor does he care. Far more interesting is the information he's gleaned from V's enjoyment of this meal—the man can handle pain. Not that it wasn't already obvious from the size of his muscles (to build you must destroy) but more confirmation is always better than less. And Ashu has known enough Bretons and Imperials who cannot handle a modicum of culinary excitement, their taste buds atrophied to only relish bland dishes drowned in butter or oil.

Too caught up fantasizing about what else that tongue could be sucking on. Takes Ashu a couple of seconds to pull back from that tantalizing mental image, stop worrying his lip, back into the present. He assumes 'eddies' must be the local currency given the usage of 'flush'. "Don't need money to have fun, f'lah. In fact..." By Azura, he wants to indulge in the other sort of hunger, now. Those onyx fingers, so metallic, spreading him open. His own index starts tracing the flowers of V's tattoo, then below at the strange metal-like band separating forearm from upper arm. "...what I want to do is completely free, out of the goodness of my heart." The mer couldn't look more smug, or shady.
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[personal profile] rayneskeeper 2025-04-08 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Finn!" Max's entire mood changes the moment the familiar face comes into view. He hadn't expected to run into him. Belatedly he wonders if he should have been so happy to see him here... But his smile didn't waver.

"Ah, so you're here too."
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[personal profile] hashtagwifegoals 2025-04-08 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Edwina smiles and sets her hand in his.]

Edwina Sharma, sir. I am equally fond of sweet and savory.

[Unlike Nami, she is not afraid to admit that a charming smile is apparently one of her weaknesses.]
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[personal profile] changeas 2025-04-08 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I am!" He wonders if Max has run into Rayne yet, or not. His shoulders relax a bit as he walks up the rest of the way, a small smile of his own tentatively lighting up his face. "You must've just gotten here...you haven't run into any trouble yet, have you?"

It looked like Max was a submissive like he was, so...Finn hoped that things hadn't been too hard for him.
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[personal profile] imprecates 2025-04-08 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Kainé’s breath catches again, her jaw tightening as she fights to keep her voice steady. That damn smirk of his—teasing, confident—makes something twist low in her stomach.

“You keep talking like that, and you’re gonna regret not shutting up sooner,” she mutters, half-breathless. She twitches against him, hands sliding up to the back of his neck, stopping just short of his hair as she pulls him closer.

Despite the bite in her words, she doesn’t stop him. She doesn’t want to. She’s close again—she can feel it, and by the look in his eyes, he knows it too.
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[personal profile] theworldender 2025-04-08 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
He couldn’t help the self-assured smirk on his face at her banter. He was savoring every thrust into her heat and the sounds he was making escape from her. He loved the sort of control he had over another in these situations. It was a darker trait that he hid well from most people. Only a sliver of people got to witness it.

“You can always make me shut up. My lips are right here after all.” He breathed, his body shining in the dim light with a layer of sweat. Soon he picks up the pace, moving harder and faster without warning. A hand wrapped around her member, starting to stroke it adding another layer of stimulation. He was determined to make her fall over the edge for him again.
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[personal profile] toopolite 2025-04-08 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd said first mate of the Lost Revenge. Aramis could recall that. Veekay though? Aramis didn't have much of an idea as to what that was, although it likely wasn't relevant. Chances were, like many things here, that it would be something he would hear but might never actually witness. "Does not mean that you need to venture, if you do not wish to."
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[personal profile] soloacts 2025-04-09 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[She watches him scale the fire escape with ease and is silently impressed. There's a momentary thought that maybe she should just stop. Seeing as she doesn't have her Spider-suit on and isn't usually in the habit of using her powers when she's out of it.

If her secret identity even matters here. It's a quick decision. And maybe a dumb one, but being here and being treated like crap for being a 'Submissive' has her off center, and it seems a hell of a lot more careless.]


Screw it.

[Gwen's too intrigued to just let it go. Leaping upward, she lands half-way up the building and scampers up the rest of the way. The whistle catches her ears as she lands on the roof just as she spots him jumping to the next. And Gwen gives chase, moving to leap after him, landing on the next building roof with the grace of a dancer. She's not moving to tackle him, still trying to work out just why he's running. If he's not a threat, she doesn't want to hurt him for no reason.]

Why are you running? You okay? Late to a date? I'm terrible at being on time, too. [She calls after him, not sounding out of breath, instead remarkably casual like she's just chatting with someone on a walk.]
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[personal profile] umas_second 2025-04-09 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Keeping his cool was old hat and for the most part, Harry's genuine emotions didn't show through if he didn't want them to. But at the moment, he was being a lot less vigilant about keeping things private. He shifted a little and looked away. He should want to leave the island and have a real life. Everyone else was doing that. Everyone was finding their true loves or adventure, or dreams.

He should want to do that too.

"Dunno wha I want. Now I'm in the city so it's all moot." Harry turned back with that familiar grin, "'Course, there's a lot o'new people I can charm now. Tha's worth somethin, aye?"
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[personal profile] cryfrustration 2025-04-09 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
The line about being a leader of men, that, Vrenille clocks immediately, is the voice of experience speaking. Not something hypothetical, not a belief based on watching others, but something first hand and lived, something Zhao has been through.

It fills out Vrenille's mental picture of him that much more, pieces of a puzzle slotting into place, a fair idea now of the image it's revealing. A family that holds wealth and power and leadership inside an urban grey zone--a family business one might say, with tongue inserted firmly in cheek. It's so much more polite than calling it organised crime. He doesn't feel the need to probe it with questions just now though--it's something he can simply accept. Even if it was present tense rather than past, he could accept it. He's very good at accepting people as they are.

"My guild leader's a tactician," he offers. "Where we go, the missions we take, the battle plans, the parameters we work in, it's all down to him. He'd send me on a lotta errands back home, fact finding, recon, things like that. So I saw some of the workings of it. I always thought, I can never do what he does. I dunno how anyone can do what he does. The weight of making sure we all come home safe each time," he shakes his head.

"'Course this place is different. The kinda calculus it requires. You'll be surprised how much it asks for though--strategic thinking, tactical choices." It's a word to the wise, something it helps to start factoring in early.

"So far as C.R. Eator goes, there's hypocrisy there, sure, but I reckon it's not just that. I think it's desperation. This whole 'deceit gene' they're supposed to be trying to find? I mean it's obviously nonsense. But just 'cause it's a farce doesn't mean it's not an obsession too."
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[personal profile] imprecates 2025-04-09 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
Kainé lets out a shaky breath, her grip tightening on his neck as he teases her with his words. She feels the tension inside her, coiling tighter with every movement, every touch. It frustrates her, but the heat that builds only makes her want more.

"You're just asking for trouble," she murmurs, her voice low and breathless, a faint growl in her tone. The words come out more impatient than she expects, and she presses herself closer to him, her hips moving against his, desperate to push herself over the edge.

She pulls him in for another heated kiss, her lips desperate but controlled, her body shuddering as the need grows within her.
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[personal profile] youtian 2025-04-09 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Zhao laughs at the comment, steadily making his way around everything on the plate to try it all in the dip. "You could say that about a lot of food, doesn't make it any less popular. Or delicious. Though maybe people are more attuned to that kinda thing here..." Not that that's going to stop him when he gets his restaurant back open.

He smiles, more genuine than his usual expression, when Lucanis says the dish is a nostalgic one. "I read somewhere that the parts of your brain that handle taste and smell also deal with emotions. Probably why food taps into nostalgia so well. What's Treviso like? Paint me a word picture to go with the meal."