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Test Drive Meme: The Overflow
PLEASE CONTINUE YOUR THREADS OVER AT THE LATEST OVERFLOW POST, THANK YOU.
Please note that all CR in this meme can be carried over when the game starts between characters that are accepted into the game.
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Take a look at our OOC Meet and Greet post! Meet. Greet. Make friends. Have fun!
 THE OVERFLOW Since the last post is fast approaching 3k comments and getting laggy for some of our players, we have decided to go ahead and stick up the overflow post. Please continue your threads or start new ones here if you'd like. To make this easier on those continuing threads from the last meme, here's a handy form: Please remember to let your thread partners know you've bumped your threads over here as well! We started the meme early to give you plenty of room to do just that. With the City of Ariel grand opening only a month away, we are holding our first ever test drive meme. Tag in and see how your character would settle in the game. You're a fresh face in the city, newly processed, and arriving at a bustling time. The city is expanding and you are greeted first in the re-education center by your helpful counselors and then directed out of the building to a large festival. Be puzzled, make friends, have sex, or whatever you want! There are no restrictions on thread types played out here. Your first awareness that something has gone wrong comes during a groggy moment of semi-lucidity when you look around yourself and find that -- instead of wherever you remember being last -- you're in a chair, in a room with a man you don't recognize. He's sitting behind a desk whistling to himself and sorting paperwork. The whole atmosphere might remind you of a high school guidance counselor's office, only with far more comfortable chairs. You were brought to Ariel during a very special time! There's a large festival going on celebrating the new expansions to the city and everything is decked out for it. Everything is bustling and vibrant in the city today because of the celebrations. There are decorations up, food vendors set up all along the streets, kissing booths, games, and just about anything else you can imagine an event like this would have! The people of Ariel are out and about as well, some are in vibrant costumes and others are just checking out the sights. Some of the more exhibitionist types are even having a little more fun out in public than you may be used to seeing back home. As soon as the grogginess from your arrival passes, you are allowed to leave the re-education center and see it all for yourself. Upon exiting, you are even handed beads of various colors, several of each so you don't worry about running out. Each color has a special meaning listed below: pink - toys These are to aid you in making a connection with others. Show your interest in others and tell them exactly what you would like to do with them by sharing the beads. If you would rather take a different approach, feel free to walk around the festival and see what (or who) catches your eye. The point is to relax and get settled in your new home. | |
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Please note that all CR in this meme can be carried over when the game starts between characters that are accepted into the game.
Threads can also count towards third and first person samples on the application, just provide links.
Take a look at our OOC Meet and Greet post! Meet. Greet. Make friends. Have fun!
ahh i missed you ;-; making me smut at work...
Then again, maybe not. A little worrying would be good for him.
That enthusiasm, the way Dave shoves himself back on his finger, rocking against him, fills Mello with a combined sense of satisfaction and impatience. His pride tells him to hold out, to keep pushing Dave further — make him react, make him quiver, make him cry out — but he's done with foreplay.]
I'm not taking requests.
[Instead of adding another finger, he pulls his out and leaves Dave alone on the bed.]
Stay down.
[That's his command, and this one is meant to be followed. Meanwhile, Mello takes his pants off. Leather pants are a bitch to get on and off — especially seeing as he's hard, which only complicates the process — but Mello has had plenty of practice, so they're off quickly, shoved away with the rest of his clothes. Then he retrieves the lube from drawer and takes his place behind Dave once more.
Mello applies the lube to his cock, sliding his hand up and down, reaching forward with his free hand to literally feel Dave up — pulls at his hair, drags his nails down his back, reaches forward to grab his cock, and then ends at his ass. He does this to prolong Dave's longing, but also to prepare himself for what's to come. Mello is out of practice, but wants to last.
Finally, he presses the tip of his cock against Dave's asshole, applying pressure.]
Take a deep breath.
Best place to smut if you ask me
He watches Mello from his position and he feels wary, like maybe they ought to stretch him out a little more. If his Bro was here, he'd probably clap Dave on the shoulder, tell him to take it like a man, take the pain in stride. So that's what Dave planned on doing and take a deep breath was precisely what he did. It feels good. All of it. The touching, the intent behind Mello's fingers. Makes his skin crawl and hum with anticipation.
He rolls his face into the mattress and takes another stuttering deep breath. Mello's cock might be nothing massive but it sure is bigger than a finger. His cheeks are flushed hot both with mild anxiety and sheer arousal.
He makes a throaty noise because fuck this was going to hurt a little. But he was freaking out. Striders don't freak out. So, another deep breath and Dave visibly relaxes, his spine sloping with ease, his ass unclenching itself from around Mello, and his legs slide apart.
Come inside.]
Bad influence!
When Mello presses inside, he's firm and unrelenting, but not brutal. His intention is not to hurt Dave, but he's not exactly the considerate type, either. His hands grip Dave's hips and pull him backward, fully onto his cock, and he takes a sharp breath as the warmth of Dave's body envelops him.
It's almost too much.
Dave is tight. Really tight. Mello can feel him all around his cock, the firm muscles making it difficult for him to move, lest he lose control of himself. Once he's in, Mello pauses, catching his breath, leaning over Dave. But if Dave think he's going to catch a break, he's wrong, because after a moment, Mello begins a steady rhythm of fucking him, slapping Dave's body against his hips.
It feels good. Better than good. Caught in the moment, Mello can hardly believe he has put sex aside, that's he's been missing out on a good fuck for years now. Later, his feelings will be different. He'll be cognizant of the chip, again, and he'll see exactly why he views sex as such a distraction.
Now, though, he's all about fucking Dave, nice and steady.]
You like it though
Maybe it wasn't socially considerate but Dave's actually a little grateful when Mello begins to fuck into him. The sliding of his cock in and out of him worked his muscles thorough and fine, forcing his body open and apart and to relax. He pressed his face into the mattress, trying to uphold a facade of not totally lose with sex but it was hard. It was starting to feel good the more his body adjusted.
Then Mello began to slide into something that made his stomach curl. It was a gradual pleasure, starting dull but the more Mello fucked him right, the more it sang out to Dave and the more he started to relax wholly and the more he started to want Mello to fuck harder, faster, until the bed was smashing into the wall.
He didn't make the request. Hopefully Mello would be able to determine well enough from how much his body had melted around him. A shaky groan escaped from him and he twisted his face around, cheeks hot and mouth parted and yeah.
Yeah he liked getting fucked.]
Oh I do
It's labored, but Mello releases a self-satisfied chuckle at that groan. And indeed, it encourages him to pick up his pace. He thrusts harder, and harder still, grabbing Dave's ass, before leaning forward to deepen each of those thrusts, hips bucking.
He murmurs something that might an obscenity, but it's lost as he stifles a groan of his own, fucking Dave even harder. His hand entangles itself in Dave's hair, then moves to his throat, grabbing it. Mello can't help it, it's a power trip — getting caught up in how he feels, how he's making Dave feel, the blissful panting and groans that have replaced Dave's smart ass remarks from earlier.
His grip lingers only a moment, more of a comment on what he could do, and Mello again focuses on doing exactly what he assumes, at this point, Dave wants — fucking him into the bed without mercy.]
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Oh fuck.
He is so fucked.
Literally. His shoulders tense up at the moment Mello's hand is around his neck and he prepares to make a grab for whatever sword he had in his sylladex. But it seemed harmless enough. He was left with an out stretched hand fisted around a handful of bed sheets.
-Oh fuck. He let's out a whining moan, it's almost pathetic, but that's only because he can't even hold it back anymore. It's too soon. Embarrassingly too soon but it's been a while and between him being a teenager, of fifteen at that, and the chip? He's fucking useless to defend himself.
So his body shakes, almost violently, and his back arches down and he's groaning, biting the sheets as his orgasm slams into him, making up for loss time, making his head spin, and he starts squirting out between his legs, dripping a bit between his thighs but for the most part, it pools on the bed.
Fucking awesome.]
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And so, only a few seconds after Dave releases, Mello focuses on nothing but his own release. Completely disregarding the fact that Dave might be sensitive after coming, Mello quickens his pace even more, fucking Dave's already sufficiently fucked ass with all the force he can muster until — finally, he, too, jerks with release. Clenching his jaw, Mello refuses to cry out or make any noise beyond a series of hissing, strained breaths.
He slumps over Dave when it's done, and it's only with great effort that he manages to detangle himself from Dave's body, pulling himself out — and fuck, he's sensitive after that. Mello manages to sit up on the bed, but doesn't move beyond that, catching his breath and trying to come down from making what is, in the aftermath, beginning to dawn on him as a pretty piss-poor decision.]
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It feels wonderful. His hips swing and he falls over onto his side, rolling partially onto his back and brings an arm to rest across his own forehead. He's trying to catch his breath because yeah that definitely was a thing that just happened.
He just fucked a total stranger. A stranger who had pulled a knife on him.
That was not really the way he thought he'd do this for the first time. Even that's a bit on the weird side. He's having some similar revelations as Mello and okay, it's cool, shit happens.]
Okay, I gotta say, if you were aiming to teach a lesson, it went right over my head.
[He had to break the silence somehow.]
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The next thought ebbs over his mind in a lulling fashion, as though fighting against the current of post-sex hormones and mind-controlling chips. It's a revelation about the fact that Mello just fucked someone. At first, he doesn't even think about who or why, the thought of him giving into something like that so readily — into something that hasn't even been a factor since getting in charge of the mafia and finally focusing on Kira. Just like that — sucked into distraction and carelessness. He's furious at himself and his lack of self-discipline. There may be a chip in his brain, but Mello is stronger than this. He should be able to resist this.
And then — then Mello is forced to face the fact that he just fucked a kid. Sure, the boy was probably only a few years younger than him at the most, but there is a big difference between Mello and all the things he has seen and done, and then some kid from who knows where with his whole life ahead of him. Yeah, Mello had been trying to teach him a lesson, but sex wasn't supposed to part of it. He was supposed to scare him a little, not take his (as Mello assumes) virginity.
He can't be that much older than Mello was when he left Wammy's.
Shit.
Mello has made a lot of bad decisions over the years. Bad decisions for what he believes are the right reasons — getting to the top, getting resources when he had nothing, catching Kira. But it's easy for Mello to conceive of himself as still more or less a good person, in his own skewed moral view. That if there is a God, as Mello tries to find comfort in believing, He will forgive him his trespasses, because they have all been in the name of putting a serial killer down for good. But this —
But this.
Mello is tired. He doesn't feel like engaging in irritated banter. He needs to get to wherever it is he's supposed to be living, and cut this fucking chip out of his head.]
That's because you're too stupid to learn.
[But there is no real fire behind the comment this time. He stands, and starts collecting his clothes, his rosary beads.]
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I'm not fucking stupid.
[He realizes there's no real pitch behind those words but he's feeling a little on the defense. He just had sex with a guy - as in, a dude, with a penis and ball sac. Not only did he have sex with one, but he literally bent over for one. His eyes flick to the nearest wall, where he stares at a fixed point for a long while. The chip had worked its way with Dave and now he was feeling a little bit foolish. He was supposed to be the more calm one, the smart one who could tell when something was a shitty idea.
Okay, okay, cool it, Dave. You can't say you're that surprised you fucked a dude. You've thought about it before. You even had that weird dream about that one troll with the dead eyes- who was he again? Sollux, right, yeah. Split-tongue, split dick, that kind of weird shit. Heat stirs up in his gut and he's sliding off the bed to do just the same as Mello and start pulling on his clothes. Though just as he starts to pull up his jeans, gravity treats him to a nasty little surprise of cum suddenly dripping between his legs from out of him.]
Aw, man...
[It would've been sexy a couple of seconds ago but now it just felt gross. He shucked his jeans away and on tiptoes, like it would help keep it in, he wandered to the bathroom where he promptly slammed the door. The sound of running water could be heard and it wasn't until five minutes later Dave came back out, fresh as a fucking daisy.]
...Wait, I don't think I even got your name.
[......Way to fucking go Dave. That made it worse. He's a little more than embarrassed at this point and he scrapes up his clothes back off the floor and resumes putting on his pants. There. All better.]
Since I'll probably see around and all. Should probably keep you in my books for when I'm bored.
[That's right. Joke around with the situation. Always makes it better.]
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When Dave emerges, Mello immediately shoves his way past him, clothes still in hand, ready to end this situation for good. He does, however, pause long enough to bite back a comment.]
I don't want to be in your books.
[In other words, he isn't tell you his name, and he is the one who is going to do the door slamming (and locking) this time, so he can take a shower and process what just happened in peace.]
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Douchebag.
[He gives the door his middle finger, feeling self-satisfied, before leaving. It's not really like he felt that Mello wanted him to stick around to have a bonding moment. Granted, Dave didn't really want that either. He walks towards the door and just before he leaves, pulling the door open, he looks over at the bathroom door and calls out-]
Maybe next time I can take that stick out of your ass and fuck you instead. Might loosen you up.
[Good attempt, Dave, but at least it's something. He slams the door shut behind him. Not out of offense or anger but just out of rush to get the hell out of there. He's got places to be. A name to make for himself. And maybe he had some thinking to do himself.]