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TEST DRIVE MEME 004
⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ TEST DRIVE MEME:
Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. This test drive meme provides a medley of prompts evoking the game's general tone.
THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities. Note: the universal test drive arrival prompt will not be repeated on the coming event log, but players are welcome to reuse the prompt.
CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences. This log additionally has warnings for: spiders, animated skeletons, aphrodisiac effects, exhibitionism/voyeurism, bdsm, kink negotiation, knifeplay, potential dismemberment.
If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.
FAQ ✧ SETTING ✧ CALENDAR ✧ RESERVES ✧ APPLICATIONS
THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities. Note: the universal test drive arrival prompt will not be repeated on the coming event log, but players are welcome to reuse the prompt.
CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences. This log additionally has warnings for: spiders, animated skeletons, aphrodisiac effects, exhibitionism/voyeurism, bdsm, kink negotiation, knifeplay, potential dismemberment.
If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.
IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE
The chirping of partridges in the treetops rouses you. Light barely filters through the canopy, just enough to suggest daylight. By the time it reaches the forest floor, the light has taken on a sickly green. You lie amongst the frost-covered mosses and ferns, the frozen soil cold and just a little damp on your bare skin. Wherever you were before this moment, whatever you were doing or wearing, when you awaken in this forest, you find yourself naked and helpless as the day you were born. As you sit up and get your bearings, aside from a brief wave of disoriented nausea, you seem to be no worse for wear than you last remember.
You seem to be alone. The gnarled oaks and moss suggest no sign of civilization or sentient life. Just flickers of movement from curious squirrels or brave lizards emerging from a temporary retreat from the wintry weather. With your feet under you, and you'll find the wood is filled with berry bushes and nut trees, though much of the fruit has been picked clean. The freshwater stream that runs north-south, populated by both poisonous toads and delicious crawdads, is running actively despite the growing chill.
wildlife encounters
The longer you hike, the more unsettling sights await you: animal remains, some partially stripped of their flesh or discarded entrails left exposed to the cold. As you continue on your way, you might even swear you catch a glimpse of what appears to be a fully-formed skeletal creature observing you from a distance. Surely, that’s just your mind playing tricks on you... These creatures may be unsettling, but they show no signs of aggression to folks who keep their distance.
In the forest, you may run into others with stories just like yours. Some may have already formed clumsy nudist groups, others may still be processing their confusion, with no memory of how they got here. Now is a good time to overcome any hang-ups you have about modesty; it's going to be a long hike, and the weather isn't quite amenable to your lack of.
Turn your back to the darker, shadowy parts of the forest and eventually the glow of manmade lights and the curve of a dirt road may come into view. At the edge of the wood, you'll find a town surrounded by a fifty-foot wall of beige stone. The only entrance is an iron gate positioned on the southern edge. When you arrive, the gate is already open, welcoming people inside.
This quaint, historic town of five-thousand has cobbled street and signs lit by gas lamp. Wooden shutters protect otherwise open-air windows on the buildings, which are all under three stories with gabled roofs. A number of businesses hug the main street — a clockmaker, a cobbler, a grocer — while residential homes sprawl outwards towards the wall. At the far end of the main street, visible about a mile to the north now that the trees and the enormous wall is out of the way, sits a castle with three towers.
When you enter, the streets are full of people, but despite any efforts on your part to hide or make excuses, they don't seem offended by your nakedness. Even families with children don't gawk or look twice. Those determined to find proper clothing regardless will find that modern clothing stores aren't available — the closest this town has is a tailor's shop and a stand in the central marketplace selling scarves and blankets.
breaking and entering
If you intend to have your character break into someone's house or yard to steal some of their clean laundry, please review the info about game laws on the FAQ and give the mods a heads up HERE.
Fortunately, the people of the town are very generous! Anyone who ask the locals will be directed to the boarding house for both clothes and a place to stay. Accessible through an embellished iron garden gate and obscured by hanging plants, trees, and vines, beyond an overgrown yard in the residential sprawl of the town is a bright-red door, which opens to a spacious cottage of several stories. It's already full of people who appeared in the village just as you did today.
Tonight, a few of the townspeople will help out with the new arrivals. They stock the kitchen and prepare a communal dinner of parsnips, pheasant, and squash. During dinner, they (and those outsiders who've already begun to settle) sit down at the enormous wooden dining room table and help orient the newcomers and answer their questions.
finding roommates
Don't spend too much time in the dining room going for seconds, though. You'll want to claim a bedroom quickly because each one only has two full-size beds, and there aren't enough spaces for everyone. The last people upstairs will need to double up to squeeze in. Roommates will not be mod-assigned; players should coordinate directly with one another to determine their living arrangements.
Get a good night's rest. By the light of day, locals will help get the new arrivals set up on the coal stove with breakfast. You may notice they're dressed in a way you would almost call normal — at least, in a manner befitting 19th century Eastern Europe. As you find your way around town to get your bearings, folks are eager to help you find a place to apply your skills so you can contribute to your new home.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try: naked hiking, acquiring clothing or other inventory items, asking questions at dinner/orientation, or staking your claim on a bedroom!
RECUMITA
The festival fills the streets with dancing locals and all the stuffs of a street market. Despite the challenges posed by the snow-in-summer, farmers are grateful to announce that the situation is not as dire as initially feared. As a result, the harvest festival of Recūmita becomes a celebration of unity and gratitude to their fellow townspeople for salvaging an almost-frozen harvest, the Duchess' magic for protecting and reviving it, and the 'Void-Touched' who braved the Void to strengthen her.Over the weekend, all regular work is put on hold, except for the necessary festival preparations. The streets come alive with vibrant stalls and stands, offering a wide array of delectable treats and refreshing beverages. From barrels of beer and cups of kvas to mouthwatering roasted meats, delightful squash-based dishes like pumpkin latkes, honey-glazed brussel sprouts on skewers, hot borscht in both pork and vegetarian variations, and tantalizing mushrooms stuffed with leeks, cranberries, and bryndza cheese, there is an abundance of flavors to indulge in.
The first day of the festival transforms the streets into a bustling night market, where shopkeepers organize an assortment of carnival-style games. Test your strength in arm-wrestling contests or challenge your pain tolerance in contests where individuals whip each other to determine who yields first, whether to pain or pleasure. In one corner, Terry's Rubean student sets up an unsanctioned fighting tournament, while in another area, a path of hot coals awaits the daring souls who wish to traverse it. Instead of traditional pie-throwing stands, knife-throwing stands attract participants who willingly become targets.
Enthusiastic Rubeans, particularly those involved in integrating the Void-touched, take it upon themselves to enhance the festivities. They recruit local participants and willing Void-touched individuals to partake in an impromptu stage performance, with no need for rehearsals. Come as you are and join the spectacle! Once the performance begins, the passion and excitement behind their efforts become truly evident, as all the performances call for explicitly sexual or violent acts to be performed together.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try entering the fighting rings, watching or joining a live sex performance, or eating some aphro food (deliberately or otherwise)!
the fathomless dark
At the outer edges of the forest, shadows grow long and the air grows thick. Though the sun never grows warm red-gold with sunset, the wood darkens. Birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs. Anyone who ventures out this way will soon find it difficult to see before them, even in the middle of the day — eventually, even the brightest magical light source or darkvision cannot stretch further than a few inches. In the void, the air feels heavy, as if it were not air at all but some more solid mass. Almost like liquid-smoke, it presses down upon you. Slowing your movements. Characters who push too far into the void may stop being able to move at all, and find themselves given over to insanity if they collapse, unable to draw themselves out. This is just one of many dangers.
Monsters thrive this far out. Huge, blood-red spiders the size of hunting dogs drop from the treetops. In addition to their venomous bite, which contains a fast-acting paralytic, these creatures are clever: they attempt to use their webbing to entangle any trespassers, binding limbs together or to trees. If you're unfortunate to become fully cocooned, you don't have long before this forest will be the last thing you see.
In addition to the spiders, you may come across the sharp-toothed furred yetis that emerged during the snowstorm, still looking for a meal. Each one hunts alone, a fifteen-foot-tall shambling creature that drips black ooze and super-chills the air around it until your skin feels tight and icy. If it gets the drop on you, you're likely to be its dinner. It has emerged from a long summer hibernation to enjoy the colder weather, and it's starving.
Those who seem lucky enough not to run afoul of the monsters here are in for a worse fate. The void can play tricks on your senses. As madness sets in and you lose all sense of direction, you may also lose control of your body — what is that steers your hands to turn against your friends? Why does it sound like your own voice whispering?
In the fog, you may also hear the voices of those familiar to you — people you know from the town, or people whom you know with almost perfect certainty aren't here. these figments may recreate unhappy memories or force trespassers to hallucinate their worst nightmares. Nothing is as it seems in the void, and when you swing at these figments, desperate to silence them, it might not be a figment at all, but a friend in the flesh trying to help you. By the time you see their true face, it could be too late to stop yourself.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try fighting a monster, hallucinating your worst nightmares, and/or attacking a friend or stranger!
HIDING INSIDE EACH OF US
Uh oh spaghetti-os.
The marks worn by all residents of Rubilykskoye aren't just cool body art, as it turns out. The town is full of rumors, whispered in shadows and over candles of a starving creature hiding in the dark corners of your chest. Feed your inner beast, they say, before it finds a way to feed itself.
Alas, its emergence is inevitable — sooner or later, the horrible things that happen here pile up and make someone repulsed by the idea of human contact. Someone holds themselves back, bites their tongue, or simply does not believe the stories. Today, for one reason or another, that creature is coming out. Someone hasn't been keeping it sated.
Symptoms escalate over weeks, from monstrous irritability to full-blown body horror transformation, where people physically shed their human forms and evolve into the monsters this place made them. Once a person becomes something more (or less) than human there's only one way to go back — sate the beast.
Rubilykskoye's performance troupe is thrown into a state of panic as they make a shocking discovery: Vyanchaslav, their unofficial manager and conductor, has vanished without a trace! Vyanchaslav plays a crucial role in the troupe, overseeing small inter-troupe matters and having the final say on casting and rehearsal time. He is known for his reliability, making his sudden disappearance all the more perplexing, especially right before a major event.
The last time anyone saw Vyanchaslav was in their usual rehearsal space, just before a crucial run-through of their upcoming performance. His absence during that rehearsal was highly unusual, and it left the troupe members worried and confused. They are now frantically trying to piece together what might have happened to him.
As they search for Vyanchaslav, they notice a faint sound lingering in the air – the distant whine of a fiddle. However, there is something unsettling about it. As they follow the source of the sound, the room grows darker, and an eerie chill runs down their spines. Those who draw close enough to properly hear Vyanchaslav's song will feel inclined to dance themselves til their feet bleed, til their lungs give out. That is, provided they don't cut a devil's bargain with him first, selling something else to the devil in exchange for their freedom.
(There are other monsters lurking in every townsperson — feel free to invent your own npc monsters and scenarios!)
The marks worn by all residents of Rubilykskoye aren't just cool body art, as it turns out. The town is full of rumors, whispered in shadows and over candles of a starving creature hiding in the dark corners of your chest. Feed your inner beast, they say, before it finds a way to feed itself.
Alas, its emergence is inevitable — sooner or later, the horrible things that happen here pile up and make someone repulsed by the idea of human contact. Someone holds themselves back, bites their tongue, or simply does not believe the stories. Today, for one reason or another, that creature is coming out. Someone hasn't been keeping it sated.
Symptoms escalate over weeks, from monstrous irritability to full-blown body horror transformation, where people physically shed their human forms and evolve into the monsters this place made them. Once a person becomes something more (or less) than human there's only one way to go back — sate the beast.
someone else transforms
Rubilykskoye's performance troupe is thrown into a state of panic as they make a shocking discovery: Vyanchaslav, their unofficial manager and conductor, has vanished without a trace! Vyanchaslav plays a crucial role in the troupe, overseeing small inter-troupe matters and having the final say on casting and rehearsal time. He is known for his reliability, making his sudden disappearance all the more perplexing, especially right before a major event.The last time anyone saw Vyanchaslav was in their usual rehearsal space, just before a crucial run-through of their upcoming performance. His absence during that rehearsal was highly unusual, and it left the troupe members worried and confused. They are now frantically trying to piece together what might have happened to him.
As they search for Vyanchaslav, they notice a faint sound lingering in the air – the distant whine of a fiddle. However, there is something unsettling about it. As they follow the source of the sound, the room grows darker, and an eerie chill runs down their spines. Those who draw close enough to properly hear Vyanchaslav's song will feel inclined to dance themselves til their feet bleed, til their lungs give out. That is, provided they don't cut a devil's bargain with him first, selling something else to the devil in exchange for their freedom.
(There are other monsters lurking in every townsperson — feel free to invent your own npc monsters and scenarios!)
you waited too long
At first, as you hide yourself from your darker impulses, a subtle itch develops under your skin. An irritability that makes you snap at the person who bumps into you on the stairs because all those fleeting emotions that you've been repressing bubble to the surface. Every dark thought you've had about being here, all the fears of never getting home, of being surrounded by ticking time bombs, the anxiety of wondering who you might hurt or what relationships you might betray by doing what you have to do. The anger. Oh, the anger.
Maybe you shut yourself in your room or run into the woods to hide away, but there's only so much you can do to deny the itch that grows into hunger like a spark catching and growing to wildfire. Someone comes to check on you. That knock on the door or crunch of leaves in the wood that fills you with dread at what you might do and hope that you will be sated.
As claws and fangs and scales and spines and fur grow and your body transforms with a sickening crunch of bones and peeling of skin, so do your appetites. If you won't sate them, you'll lose yourself to your beastly impulses sooner or later, mauling friends and taking your fill. Is it better or worse if only your claws get inside of them?
Maybe you shut yourself in your room or run into the woods to hide away, but there's only so much you can do to deny the itch that grows into hunger like a spark catching and growing to wildfire. Someone comes to check on you. That knock on the door or crunch of leaves in the wood that fills you with dread at what you might do and hope that you will be sated.
As claws and fangs and scales and spines and fur grow and your body transforms with a sickening crunch of bones and peeling of skin, so do your appetites. If you won't sate them, you'll lose yourself to your beastly impulses sooner or later, mauling friends and taking your fill. Is it better or worse if only your claws get inside of them?
fp jones | riverdale | wilk
cw: possible aphro
GETTING TO KNOW THE PLACE
RECUMITA
cw: possibility of smut, dub-con, daddy kink, spanking, orgasm denial, knife play, nipple play, breathplay, watersports if discussed first.
WILDCARD
recummies
There's a thing that looks like a chair; something she can lay down against, but keeps her thighs lifted, legs splayed. Before she goes to it, gives FP a little smile, says, quietly: ] You're new, right? I'm Jem.
[The more of these she does, the less anxiety she feels about taking the robe off. This time she's at least not entirely naked; a slip of lingerie is visible when she undoes the robe and turns to lean into him, voice still quiet:] Is there anything you don't particularly like? Like, names? Any of the stuff on the table?
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she looks sweet, like an innocent little thing but fp's well aware those are the sort of kittens that have the sharpest claws. ) Yeah, what a welcome week. I'm FP.
( his hands fall to her hips, pulling her in closer against his frame as he rubs his thumbs over jem's hipbones as if second instinct, the touch somewhere between respectful and posessive. ) Let's just keep the knives out of this. But you can call me anything you want.
( they're not off the table, but they're not for her. ) What about you? Anything off-limits?
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Nope. [The pe pops playfully,] They know what I don't like. Dealers choice. [and yeah, yeah, she can feel him filling up in his pants when she sways forward a little. Hopes quietly that she'll at least get to taste him if not touch him. Just in case she doesn't, she grinds forward, just a little.
Her thumbs trace down his cheeks, over his jaw and down his neck, hooking under his shirt collar - ] Can I kiss you, please? [Which is a sincere request, sure, but she's also gauging how he reacts to the please; will help her decide if he gets a sir or a daddy, or nothing at all. ]
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fp's had a knack for survival. slithered through the cracks like a snake, keeping low to the ground until he had reason to bite. his hold grows more possessive on her hips, sliding to the meat of her ass to pull her flush against his front. ) Naughty girl. How many times have you done this before for them to know already?
Only good girls get rewarded with kisses. ( one hand slides into her hair, pulling at the long strands at her nape to tilt her head back, firm but not rough enough to hurt. fp looks down at her as he licks his lips. she's a young, pretty thing with soft eyes that probably look prettier if she cries. fp's a rotten man with few morals and here of all places, he's not going to sink. ) Can you be a good girl?
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Fuck, [she says, real soft on an exhale, and then, wetting her lips, says: ] I can be good.
[Her scalp tingles, her fingers twitch against his collar. She blinks slow, wonders if he'll pull a little harder if she isn't a good girl. ] I'll be so, so, good for you daddy, if you let me kiss you.
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he tilts his head, tightens his hold to force an in arch that pretty neck of hers back, leans in to press his lips to the taught tendon. it's a gentle kiss, too gentle for the type of man he is. it's followed by a bite. ) Good girls wait for their rewards.
But naughty girls like you? They get put over Daddy's lap first before they get to show off how good they can be.
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Someone faceless does something with the chair - pulls a level and the wood shifts and sits upright, the leg stools lowering until it's mostly just a chair with two longer side-arms for someone to lay across. Useful, really. She wonders what else it can fold itself into, whether the wood and shift and dip for her knees if she's bent over it. Something to find out later. ]
But I know you want to kiss me, [she says, defiant, grinning.] Please, daddy? Just one?
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he does want to kiss her, is the thing. and fp's an impatient man, even if he wants to see how much of a good little daddy's girl she can be.
she presses and show him her claws. fp considers, laughing against her skin before he licks up her neck before pulling back as he slides his a calloused finger up along her wet, heat but it's a fleeting touch. ) I'll give you a choice, sweetheart.
One kiss. You get ten. ( he does want that kiss, really does but he's holding his ground. ) You wait? Six and one of those pretty toys on the table.
( the choice doesn't really matter, he's not letting her go to slip away and no matter what she chooses he already has a plan. )
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She reaches behind her for that hand, wraps both sets of fingers around his wrist and drags to the front, flattens his palm over the mound just above where she's already soaked, and gently presses his fingers down, against, barely in. Gets up on her tiptoes and leans in, breathes against his mouth before he has the chance to use her hair to pull her back: ] Can't you feel how much I need you to kiss me?
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he looks down between them, hand still in her hair as she moves his free hand to her cunt, swollen and hot. he slides his fingers forward, slides two within that tempting heat where she's loose and quivering around him, pumps slow. ) I guess naughty girls do get what they want.
( her lips are plush against his and fp licks into her mouth, confident and not eager but as if it's his right to taste and claim each gasp, each little desperate mewls as his hand tightens in his hair and he fucks his hand up into her pussy until she sways and he has to hold her against his frame, hair free from twisting fingers that more her how he wants. until they need to breathe. ) Wait on the chair for me, bend over and show me your pretty cunt.
( because no matter what he was going for that toy. she'd look so pretty in the collar he picks up with the chain attached to a pink plug, a little heart on the end. fp chuckles, this place really has it all. )
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we're doing recumita, baby
You will if I tell you to.
[ There's no room for argument with that tone. After the month she's had, Zoya has no desire to be at the mercy of anyone's whims, even if they promise to be pleasurable.
She's dressed in her blouse, though the buttons are undone to reveal a substantial amount of her cleavage, and tight trousers. Regarding the toys on display, she rolls her shoulders back and sets her jaw. ]
Pick one. I'll use it on you.
eyyyyy it's time
there's something in the young woman before that reminds him of fire, of gladys. no, not fire, of the sort of storm that is electrifying and leaves you bone tired as it passes overhead. gladys always knew what she wanted, wasn't afraid to tell fp how it was going to be when the whim struck.
he can't say he's not curious. can't say his eyes don't follow the dip of her blouse. so he turns to the table, looks over his options with brow raise. he runs his fingers over the knives, over leather and mental of various shapes. he stops on a belt that's worn, the end of it curled in on itself and fastened like a collar too small for a waist. fp swallows.
yeah, that's it. he taps it, looking up at zoya. ) You know what to do with this?
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[ She smiles close-lipped at him, the kind of smile that suggests I'm not to be argued with.
Zoya makes a point of admiring his neck. He needs a shave. Otherwise, his neck looks nice and strong, much like his biceps and undoubtedly callused fingers. Zoya picks up the belt and holds it out for him as though her hand is a platter. ]
Do you need help putting it on?
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( he had been, actually. but fp'd also figured that out before he'd picked the belt. he takes it from her hand, an offering for a sacrifice. fp's willing.
he lifts it and secures it around his neck, loose enough that it's hanging there like a leash, then tugs the end so it's secured but he has room to breathe; a rough enough pull will change that if she's willing. he looks at his mistress of the hour, watches her move on the stage. ) How do you want me?
( he's only shirtless for now but that could change, probably will if she doesn't make him kneel first. )
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Inhaling deeply, she turns to face him. Giving him a once-over, she lets her gaze linger on his pants. He seems like he has nice hips, perhaps a firm ass. If his chest is anything to go by, she imagines he takes great pride in his appearance. ]
Take off your pants.
[ And then: ]
Have you ever been fucked before?
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he reaches for his belt and works it open, hooks his thumbs into both trousers and undergarments to push them down at once until he's naked on the stage. he smirks as he does it, wondering if she sees anything she likes. he's got a nice dick, he knows it; thick enough, not too long to hurt and it curves up just right when he's hard that he's never had any complaints. he's chubbing up now, interested.
the question, though. she seems to like throwing him off.
it's a simple question. the answer's complicated. fucked metaphorically? lenty of times. physically? fp's normally the one doing the fucking. he would have let alice do it she'd wanted to, gladys too but she could talk him into anything before he'd realized it. that's how the drug runs had started, after all.
he spreads out his hands, shrugs. ) Can't say that I have but I have a code about trying anything once.
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She peers up at him with a pleased smile. ]
What's your name?
[ She asks that as she turns and walks from him to the table with sex toys splayed out on top of it. She glances at him, but keeps her gaze on the multitude of options instead, searching for a strap-on. ]
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he stands waiting, curious. ) Do I get to know yours?
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[ She has a feeling Jones won't mind that. Once she has what she wants—a black strap-on that matches the shade of her midnight hair—Zoya returns to him, head tilted upward, her shoulders rolled back confidently. ]
Will that be a problem, Jones?
[ His name is unfamiliar on her tongue, yet it comes weighted, crackling. ]
recumita
( fp's stage partner for the night is young — twenty-five as of a month ago, doe-eyed and feline leggy — but he doesn't flinch or blink as he meets his eyes, cutting him a dangerously curious look from head-to-toe. there's an array of knives on a nearby table, but danny already has an array of knives on him: one sheathed at his thigh, one at his calf, another in his boot. he stands facing him, hip cocked, arms loose at his sides, in an open and relaxed stance that says i'm not a threat despite wielding blades like a lion wields teeth and claws. it's not a particularly convincing lie. )
Wouldn't be my first time. ( wouldn't even be his second or third time, at this point. or, alternately: ) I could pee on you.
( cheeky just to be cheeky, prodding for a reaction, waiting to see if he'll balk. )
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his new partner has got something that sparks enough of fp's interest. maybe it's that the whole 'i come in peace' thing doesn't sit well on him, maybe it's that cheeky little prod that's testing boundaries like a puppy wanting to be put in its place. the whole thing hits a little too close to home, reminds him of another cock-sure young man or two he didn't raise.
maybe it's that fp's gotten fucked up along the road to hell paved with moderatly decent intentions, will try anything once. a spark of heat travels down his spine, settles somewhere low in his gut. he lets out a snort, shakes his head as it turns into a chuckle. ) Not your first? Been out here looking for a claim that'll stick?
( it's not a fuck off, but the kid's definitely not peeing on him. )
recumita (cw: kinkshaming?? lol)
She's watched enough demonstrations to know what comes next so she swallows and approaches the table, curious fingers picking among the toys and implements, exploring even with her heart in her throat. She'd had no idea sex could come with so many accessories. She picks up what look like a tiny pair of blacksmith's pincers held together by a fine silver chain but at the comment from the man beside her, she casts him a disturbed look, nose wrinkling. ]
Why would you...
[ Why would anyone...? Rhaenyra has seen a lot in the day she's spent wandering this festival but nothing she's watched with fascinated eyes had been anything close to that. ]
Don't jest. [ And leaning into him, lowering her voice: ] I'm nervous enough as it is.
cw: kink shaming but also self kink-shaming??? kinda?? idk now
not with her though. she's young, her doe eyes bright as she leans in close to him. fp steps closer in her space but doesn't put a hand on her hip as he wants to, feigning gentleman as he looks at the tray and what's caught her interest. )
Which did you like? ( he asks, catching the make-shift clamps she's picked up in delicate hands. ) You're in good hands, I know what to do with those.
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She doesn't know what she likes, is the problem at hand. She didn't know there was so much on the table to like. ]
You do?
[ She hesitates only a few moments, wondering if she should be excited by that or worried by it. They're already both on stage, it's a crowd of strangers' eyes upon them, but curiosity and something more are burning in her when she hands the ornate nipple clamps over to him. She snatches a shy, almost mischievous look up at his face as their hands brush and she wets her lips. Wondering. ]
What are they? [ They look like they might hurt but the last thing she wants to do is sound scared. ] And... will I like them?