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TDM: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

TDM: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!

SCENARIO ONE

(CW: Human remains)

When you awaken, you are hit with an immediate feeling of motion. A bobbing, if you will, or perhaps more of a rocking. You take a deep breath through your nose and take note of salt, along with the pungent scent of rotting wood. Creaking sounds echo all around you. Sitting up, you find yourself locking eyes with a skull.

An entire human skeleton is positioned across from you, resting limply against a pillar. Surveying the rest of your surroundings, you soon realize that you're below deck on an old, dilapidated ship. A ship that's on the move. The crew must have suffered a terrible fate, strewn as they all are across the floor. With their ripped poofy shirts, sheathed cutlasses and jaunty feathered hats, they seem to scream one word at you. "Pirates". ...Ooh, is that an abandoned bottle of rum? And a treasure chest? Surely they won't mind if you help yourself. They're dead, after all!

Once you've ascended the creaky steps, you find yourself on the deck of this vast, once proud vessel. A tattered Jolly Roger flaps overhead. Thick fog obscures most of the ocean surrounding you, but what's that straight ahead? Land ho! The ship's about to make port, and a crowd of curious onlookers has already gathered on the docks to stare up at this spooky new arrival. They appear apprehensive, perhaps even fearful, as if they haven't seen a ship come in for a long time. Will they hold you accountable for what happened to the skeleton crew? Will they praise you for 'ridding' them of pirates and allow you to keep the booty? There's no way to know just yet. Perhaps you'd best hide and find a way to disembark without being seen. Or perhaps there's someone else to be found here on this ship who suffered the same fate; someone who has a better idea of what to do.

SCENARIO TWO

You've stumbled your way into a city, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds. Cars honk at you to get out of the street, and strangers try not to look in your direction for too long. They see your lost expression and your clothes- so different from their own- and pretend to busy themselves with something else. Rarely, a look of pity is cast your way.

But some people try to reach out. Enterprising citizens and those that hope to curry favor with the newcomers pass out new clothes and bundles of food, asking if you have a place to stay the night, wondering about the details of the world you came from. A hefty laptop may be handed to you, with words of a ‘network’ used for communication. Wonder what that’s about? Then there’s the very confusing pamphlet stuffed within: "What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)”. They may direct you to an organisation known as the Lighthouse, their members most prominently found at the 38-8 apartments and the Lighthouse Church. Or perhaps, if you're injured, they'll refer you to the Crowe Clinic instead. Unfortunately, the directions you're given are so very complicated that you lose your way in the streets after two left turns, a right and a left at the soup kitchen.

Take care when asking for more help. There are the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky, torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.

SCENARIO THREE

Now that you've found a moment of peace, you open up the mysterious device that's been handed to you. Perhaps you'll recognize it as some sort of laptop, albeit an old and clunky one. Or perhaps you'll be astounded by this curious feat of technology, which is unlike anything you've ever seen before. Regardless, the moment the lid is propped open to reveal the screen and the keyboard within, you gain your first glimpse of the network.

Perhaps you'll want to choose a username and write your very first message, posing the pressing question that's on your mind at this very moment. The lettered buttons click and clack awkwardly beneath your fingertips as you type.

However, you may instead want to respond to today's most popular message.

WELCOME TO RSDOS.
PRESS F1 TO COMPOSE POST.

*** TODAY’S TOP POST ***

018.07.154.55 <JUSTSOMEGUY> Let's play Two Truths, One Lie! It's real easy! You just post three statements about yourself, and the rest of us have to guess the lie. It'll be fun! And you get to be a liar liar without your pants catching fire for a bit.

SCENARIO FOUR

The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? Does it fit you, or does it feel incongruous with your nature? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.

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[He's happy that it's a thought Atem enjoys too—that these final moments are special between the two of them.

It's why, as they hold hands and as Atem leads them to the mall proper, Komaeda resolves himself to do as he did before. This time, though, he promises himself he'll get better results. He'll have to figure out just how to do it without Atem getting suspicious, but... if he can get the other to lower his guard, then he can hopefully stall Atem long enough to get help from someone else to fix this situation.

To stop despair, you have to be willing to sacrifice everything. Komaeda has known that fact more intimately than anyone else, for the entirety of his life.]

No black and white... I'm not really fond of that combination! [He casts a smile downwards, as if he weren't just plotting the death of his friend within the confines of his mind, a second prior.] Despite these colorful scales of mine, I find myself wearing earthy tones, mostly... But I can't say they match well.

I'm not really good at fashion, Atem-kun. That's why I'm leaving it in your hands!

[He gives the hand within his own another squeeze, before casting his gaze out across the near-barren corridors of the indoor shopping mall.]

Why don't we just walk around and see if anything catches our eye? If you have any places you remember liking, we can try those first?

[He isn't certain whether Komaeda will go along with him until the end, like he says he will, or if he's planning something.

Even if he's not planning something, the possibility that, at the last second, Atem will feel a knife in his back is very real.

The idea's a little thrilling. Atem sort of wants to confront Komaeda about it, but only later, when they're alone. Maybe while they're kissing. Definitely not now.

Right now is for walking around a mall, like a normal couple where one of them is fully naked in public. He runs his eyes over a few stores -- and as they pass one with dresses, of semi-to-formal fanciness, he'll remark -- ]

Not today, but another time--

[...but what's finally settled on, after a few things are tried on and Atem, sprawled on a dressing-room chair, checks the fit and shakes his head or nods, is a remarkably normal outfit from someone who goes around in a collar all the time. The cream collared shirt has sheer panels, which Komaeda's markings give the illusion of a pattern to, just more muted than the rest of his colors. The jacket and pants are complementary shades of blue, just far enough apart that it's not matchy, and some odds and ends of jewelry in gold.

Atem hands it to Komaeda, but keeps a hand on his arm, forestalling any putting-it-on-right-here-and-now-on-the-sales-floor Komaeda might be about to do.]

Come with me! Before you put it on.

[And, if he's not argued with, he starts leading Komaeda back to the dressing-room.]

[It's easy to go along with Atem, once he settles on a store he thinks will work. Komaeda would normally busy himself with trying to find something interesting, but it's frankly impossible to when he's pulled in every direction. Different clothes of all styles and colors are held up against his scales, Atem's discerning eye filtering through choice after choice until he narrows it down.

A part of him is a bit confused that the other doesn't just choose clothing that's more aligned with his own style, but he doesn't say anything about it. If Atem wants to see him in light colored, bookish clothing, then he can't really say no, can he? (He probably can, but he did promise that he would let the guy pick anything he wanted.)]

Oh—

[It always feels like he gets swept up in Atem's pace before even having a chance to think about anything. It's sort of endearing, if not thrilling, when he's just as eagerly rounded into the dressing room to, hopefully, try on the clothes Atem picked out.]

You're usually pretty forceful Atem-kun... but today it's like you're on fire! [Komaeda laughs as he backs up against the mirror behind him, unconsciously putting some distance between them as the realization that they're alone in a small, enclosed space looms over him.] Shall I put on those clothes, now?

[Komaeda gave him the only book he owns that isn't a gaming manual or a comic: of course Atem's putting him in something bookish.

But that's not important. What's important is Komaeda is backing against the mirror, and Atem's expression changes to something more at home on a cat in a cage with a canary, if the canary were deeply endearing and also naked. He scents weakness.]

If I am, it's because you're allowing it!

[He steps forward, with purpose -- one hand goes to Komaeda's chest. It's light enough that Komaeda isn't being pushed against the mirror, or kept from breathing, but it doesn't need to be.]

Yes, I want you to put them on. But I want you to wear this, beneath them.

[He pulls something out of his pocket -- when did he pick it up? It must have been some smooth sleight of hand, when they passed a women's underwear display. It's black, sheer, trimmed with scalloped lace, and nothing at all like the rest of the casual-but-nice not out of place in a coffee shop or museum-gallery clothing Komaeda's holding.

The set of panties gets placed deftly and with finality on top of the cream shirt.

Before Atem goes on about his reasoning, he waits a beat: he wants to gauge the reaction, first. Will Komaeda like them, and get what Atem's going for, or will he protest?]

[Of course he's allowing it, Komaeda would argue, when he made a promise to do whatever Atem asked. What he hadn't anticipated (to his own folly) was the fact that Atem could be a huge pervert. There was really no way to truly know such a thing, given the summation of all of their prior exchanges—but, as that hand presses against his chest, the weight and authority of it feels familiar in a way that isn't exactly disliked.

Again, Komaeda feels a bluish hue rise to his scales, dusting his shoulders and neck before reaching his cheeks. To be asked to wear a lacy garment under such modest clothing... it's somehow more embarrassing than wearing a full outfit of lingerie out in the open.]

You're kind of dirty, aren't you, Atem-kun? [Komaeda's voice is small as he shoves the pile of clothing from his arms into the other's. It's also a means to put some distance between them when he plucks the panties back up from the top of the pile.] I mean... to ask me to wear this under all those layers that cover me up, it's like you enjoy thinking about the secret of what's underneath.

[Komaeda holds the lacy scrap of cloth between them, turning it this way and that in his hand, as his brows furrow. He had said he was willing to wear women's underwear before, but to actually do it? This is his first time, ever.

Still, he won't back down and he won't break his promise.

He bends forward to balance himself as he lifts one leg after the other, feeding them through the holes of the flimsy panties. It takes him a moment, definitely longer than it would a person with two hands, to pull it all the way up over his bony hips—and a moment longer after that to fix any rolled up bits of it that might've occurred while putting it on.

And then he stands before Atem, wearing nothing but a pair of black lacy panties, and the flushed shame of a guy who's definitely enjoying this for all the worst reasons.]

H..How does it look...?

[Unfortunately, as of last October, the other Yugi does fuck, and he went from "doesn't fuck" to "definitely fucks" in a setting where weird fetishes and kinks are very normal. He was a half-empty canvas when he arrived, and now he's discovered he likes things like secrets just for him and his partner, when they're out doing something more normal.

Among other things.

Komaeda calls him dirty, and he shuts his eyes with a heh! That's cute, that something like this -- something very normal, comparatively -- has him so flustered. He's hesitating -- Nagito's never been asked to do this before? That's a shame, Atem thinks, as he holds the pile of clothes dutifully and follows the progress of the garment up Komaeda's legs with half-closed eyes.

Ah, he is enjoying it...he enjoys being embarrassed? That's interesting, but I'll have to be careful not to go too far...

That's about all the rational thought he gets out before everything else turns to static, and his voice stops taking commands from his rational brain for a moment. "How do I look," Komaeda says, as they're standing out against his scales, definitely not his style, definitely picked for him. Komaeda has the right idea, they're going to be a filthy secret, no one else gets to see these yet, no one they pass will know that Komaeda looks really nice in these--]

I want to take them off you with my mouth.

[...if Komaeda was expecting something intelligent, he shouldn't wear those so well.]

Edited 2022-12-12 18:12 (UTC)

[It feels like, for a moment stretched far too long, Atem is content to just bore holes through him. Komaeda feels as though he's being peeled back, layer by layer, beneath that piercing gaze.

The silence is deafening, giving his heart ample room to make itself known with the way his pulse thunders inside of his skull. His flushed expression is very quickly darkening with every passing second Atem doesn't say anything, just stares at him. If he died of embarrassment right here, that might be okay. That might be better than the electric shiver that rolls through his limbs and forces him to flit his gaze around the dressing room as he waits with too much anticipation.

And then Atem answers, and it turns that shiver into a shock. Komaeda's scales feel sensitive to the air around him, as if he were underwater and he could sense every little change in current and pressure. It's all in his head, he knows, but those words out of Atem's mouth are just too much—too surreal. He never thought he'd hear something so... bold coming from this guy. This guy who, for the better part of their relationship, has been apparently holding himself back.]

I wouldn't mind if you did... [He replies just as sheepishly, on the back of an exhaled breath. His head feels dizzy, like the world around them ground to a halt and his equilibrium is still adjusting to it.] But if you do... I don't think we'll be leaving this dressing room, and didn't you want to go see other places, too?

[It's an out, he knows it—some semblance of sense to keep Atem at bay while he looks, quite literally, like he's ready to devour Komaeda. Not that he would mind if he did.]

[...Atem lets out an impatient, halfway-to-irritated breath, eyes still on Komaeda's body, as he weighs the merits of stopping them from raking over it hungrily.]

I did.

[Komaeda is right there, in that underwear, which makes him much harder to look at without dirty thoughts than he was when he was naked, talking about how Atem could, if he wanted to, go over there and pull that lace right back off with his teeth.

He could. After nearly two years, he could. Why not? What's stopping him...?

....

....he doesn't want today to end in a fade-to-black in a dingy mall dressing room. That's literally it, the only thing that's stopping him. He can be patient, for a better payoff later...for more fun, overall, than acting like out of control teenagers sneaking around after school.]

...I do!

[Okay. Whew. Get it together. Atem hands the pile of clothes back to Komaeda, his jaw set.]

You can put on the rest of it, but I can't be in here with you while you're in just that, or we really won't leave!

[He'll be thinking about it later, though.]

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[The ball is in Atem's court. Komaeda has made it abundantly clear that anything Atem's wants to do today, he'll get to do. That includes letting him pull a scant piece of lacy lingerie off of Komaeda's body by his teeth, if he really wants to.

For a long moment, it looks as if there's some sort of internal battle happening, just by the shift in expressions across Atem's face.

And then there's relief, mixed with a flicker of disappointment, as Atem takes the bait of reason and backs off. Komaeda doesn't bring attention to the way his shoulders relax, instead leaning forward and taking the clothing pile out of Atem's hands.]

Right... so, it would be good if you left the dressing room now!

[Komaeda is practically pushing Atem out of the dressing room, and once the guy is outside of its confines, he leans down to whisper in his ear.]

Imagine a special place to take me, and I'll let you remove them with your teeth there.

[And, before Atem can respond, Komaeda is pulling himself back into the dressing room and closing the curtain between them. His pulse races in his ears anew with his own boldness, but he won't let his daring flirtation stop him from, very quickly, getting dressed.]

[?!?

That was bolder than he expected! Atem has to take a second, outside the curtain, to master the renewed flush on his own face.]

Tease!

[--is barked through the flimsy divider, which might as well be three feet of concrete, as Atem drops into a slump on a chair a few feet back, his cow-ears angled forward in aggression frustrated.

He'll wait!! Even if it's going to be its own kind of fun, waiting for the end of the date to roll around, both knowing what's been promised, Atem needs to take a few deep breaths and cool off before he can get back into the spirit of a slower burn.

Maybe the underwear was a mistake... he thinks, his chin resting on a closed fist. Tease, Nagito is a tease, tease, tease.]

[The bark of frustration from the other side of the curtain is worth it. It makes him feel giddy. Komaeda has always been the one getting led around by the nose, letting others take the lead. Even if Atem still definitely has it, it's nice to feel the radiating irritation of his successful flirtation from only a few feet away.

It's probably why, when Komaeda slings the curtain open once more, he's practically beaming. The outfit that Atem has chosen fits him well—the clothing is baggy enough that is completely swallows his gangly form, without looking like he's completely swimming in fabric. The colors, too, compliment his scales rather well as he steps out from the dressing room.]

How does it look?

[He says it again, but this time, he's far less flushed when he does. He's got the skirt pinched by his one hand, swishing it back and forth.]

You know... I never tried this before, but this style is much more practical with my tail. Understandably, you have a great eye for these sorts of things, Atem-kun!

[Komaeda smiles as he pads his way over to his frustrated companion.]

[Atem, who is sprawled on a pouf like his life is going to end, trying to get back into the spirit of I WANTED to draw this out, looks up when Komaeda comes out.

That's exactly the effect he was looking for, he notes, with despair. Yep. Look at him. Adorable. The colors are perfect, making the blue of his scales seem bluer, and deepening the yellow ones closer to gold. The scale pattern you can see under the sheer of the shirt...]

Anyone would be lucky to take you to the sock hop.

[His head drops back down, behind his shoulders.]

Ah, that really suits you...you look good!

[And he can't do anything about it until later!! There's even scandalous underthings!]

It's gonna kill me.

[Of sexual frustration? Of this guy, adorably thrilled with how the skirt falls around his feet and tail, putting a knife between his shoulders? Who knows?]

[Komaeda laughs, the sound of it pure happiness as Atem gives him, likely, the cheesiest compliment ever. While a sock hop is probably period appropriate to Ryslig, he can't help but find it absolutely ridiculous to think about.

In a weird way, too, it's sort of endearing. Neither of them have had those sorts of normal teenage experiences, have they? He'd let Atem take him to a dance.]

You can't die, yet.

[He states, far too cheery, as he drops down onto his haunches beside Atem, coming eye level to that near-pouting face.]

We've made promises that we have to keep to each other... right?

[It's his way of saying—stop moping, it's time to go—in likely the most subtle, nagging way possible.]

And now that I've covered my body from your heated gaze... You're free to whisk me away to our next destination!

[The melodrama is, at least, aware of itself. Atem lies on the little round chair, his head tilted over its back, a moment longer.]

I regret all of this. I should have had my way with you on the prize counter.

[This is a deadpanned joke. He sighs, and pushes himself to his feet. Komaeda's hinting that he's ready to go, so it's time to go!]

Here. There's a few more pieces. These are for you!

[An ear cuff or two that will fit a head fin, gold-and-lapis-lazuli bracelets, their weight balanced with the solid colors of the jacket and skirt, and a couple of little rings that don't go past the first finger joint, good for webbed hands.

Atem will put them on, one by one, unless there's protest or discomfort expressed. It's gentle and a little intimate, but Atem's on his way to recovering from the one-two punch of Lingerie and Being Flirted Back With, and the task is performed without undue frustrated suffering.]

There. Now, we can go...

[You can take the king out of the culture with jewelry and gift-giving traditions, but you cannot take the traditions out of the king.]

[Komaeda laughs in lieu of continued embarrassment as Atem, quite brazenly, laments his lost opportunity to be indecent in public (which is rich coming from the guy who was naked!!!)]

Don't worry, Atem-kun. You'll have your chance to ravage me later! But hopefully in a place where other people won't see. I don't think I'd be able to continue living if someone caught us in such a situation...

[He continues to smile brightly down at the other as the finishing touches of the outfit are placed on him—and while he might have felt more embarrassed by being doted on this much, that all goes out the window when his fish-brain activates at the presence of shinies.

(They're his now, and may or may not end up submerged for hoarding purposes, by the end of the day.)

Slowly, a rhythmic clicking sounds rises up from his chest as he takes Atem's hand within his own before it can fully retreat. Komaeda brings that hand to his mouth, pressing his maw against its fingers with appreciation, despite not having lips to kiss with.]

Hm... thanks, Atem-kun. I really like the stuff you picked out for me.

[All of the stuff, is what's left implied. As he laces his fingers with Atem's and smiles at him with the readiness to leave.]

[Oh, good. Nagito likes them. He's glad...though, he really can't go wrong with a couple of monster types, if the gift is shiny.

...and, the hand being brought up to a lipless fish mouth full of vicious teeth is apparently the last thing Atem needed to pull him out of his funk and back into date-mode. The frustration passes, and Atem takes hold of Komaeda's hand again, to finally leave, leading them both out.]

I told you I wouldn't let you leave the mall in anything embarrassing! Those colors look good on you...

[The black does, too, but he really can't mention that out loud right now.]

You don't want earth tones. You need water ones! Your scales look best in clothes that are more like the beach or ocean. And, being able to see the pattern through them...

[He tweaks a pleat on Komaeda's sheer shirt so that it falls just a little better.]

...that's good, too.

[Komaeda laughs airily as he follows along with Atem's pace, content to let the other lead him around once more.]

I mean, if you were asking me, I would say that something so see-through is probably worse than just being naked. The illusion of clothing can be pretty erotic...

[Unfortunately for Atem, despite his grandiose attempts at reining in (get it) his lust, the person he's dealing with is Komaeda—the one guy who could read a room and throw it all out of the window in an instant.]

But you're right, I think these colors suit my scales a lot better. I never would have thought to wear beachy shades, despite being a fish... It just goes to show you that being fashionable is something I should leave in the hands of others! A guy like me would completely ruin it and make everyone suffer looking at him.

[He smiles brightly as he gives their interlocked hands a subtle swing while they walk out of the mall and down the sidewalk once more.]

[This asshole....! Atem's trying to behave!! Komaeda gets a flat, dirty sideways look that he probably doesn't even catch, before Atem turns his mind to the problem at hand, which is, it's a bit of a walk to Lake Dala.]

It's just like any skill. It can be learned!

But, Nagito...

...how do you feel about hippopotamuses?

[Komaeda absolutely misses the dirty sideways look. He looks as serene as ever, Atem! Everything is fine.]

Hippopotamuses...?

[His words trail with the question, and his gaze goes elsewhere with the thought. Then, energetically:]

Well, they're vicious predators with a bite that could easily crush your skull like a fragile egg... not to mention they're extremely territorial and known to attack humans more frequently than any other African predator!

So really, they're an animal I should probably avoid. Knowing my luck, one would set its sights on me and surely kill me!

[All very true. Those are all things Atem likes about being one. It doesn't sound like a phobia, just very reasonable caution.]

Then, we'll take the bus.

[Hippo was an option. But, maybe this is for the best...if he let Komaeda ride on his back, he'd never hear the end of it! Better not to hand him that ammunition.

Atem heads for the nearest bus stop! Holding hands on the bus is okay too...]

[It's probably for the better, Atem. Komaeda really does not have a good track record with using other monsters as transportation.]

Alright, Atem-kun!

[Regardless, he seems oblivious to what the other might have been plotting, and he continues to gently swing their hands all the way to the bus stop.]

I suppose you don't take the bus often, huh? You probably always have travel forms at your disposal. I don't have my driver's license, and I don't have a travel form, so I always have to take the bus... even though it doesn't feel like I've been gone as long as I have, it's sort of a nostalgic feeling!

That's good, then...

[The hand swinging...it's a little thing, but it's cute. It's playful, carefree...it makes Atem feel strangely fond.]

I don't always have a travel form! I've been a merperson, too. Nymphs don't have one, either.

[Time to sit and wait for the bus . . . at least there's someone to talk to. Waiting for a bus alone would be really boring.]

[As they find a spot to sit on the bench, Komaeda huddles just a bit closer to Atem, even if it isn't necessary. His cold-preference means that he doesn't really mind the weather per se, but still, it's nice to feel the heat of another body after being alone for so long. Memories aren't formed nor retained from the Sea of Stars, but even just knowing how much time has passed since he was last awake makes him a bit more cuddly than he might normally be.]

Hm... you've had a lot of experiences while I was away, [he muses aloud, sounding somewhat saddened by the thought,] I would've liked to swim with you, when you were a merperson.

[It's far too cold now to want to swim—even if, technically, he could do it. It's also a bit lonely to think that Atem is willing to give up on Ryslig before a litany of new memories, no matter how mundane, can be made between them. They only have this last stretch of time in Atem's eyes, and before Komaeda decides whether he'll need to stop him or not.

Komaeda gives Atem's hand another squeeze.]

Could you tell me about your other forms, while we wait?

...there's a lot to tell! I've been a naga, a naphil, a demon...a werewolf, a merperson...a nymph, and the minotaur you see here!

[As though they were just shooting the breeze, as though there's no desire for the end of everything looming over them.]

Which do you want to hear about most...?

[Yeah, if only Atem could stay like this forever and not try to kill them all, yeesh! Komaeda knows from first hand experience how well that usually goes.]

Hm... would it be weird to ask about your time as a merperson? I suppose it's because I'm a merperson, that I'm curious how you felt about it.

[Komaeda smiles as his tail comes to wrap around Atem's hip, the heavy, frondy end of it laying across both of their laps.]

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alright it's shopping montage capped with a paragraph about what the heroine is wearing time

I love his picks tbh

HES NOT DONE YET. nothing's happening but it's about as nsfw as the rest of this

cw: its not truly nsfw but there is some masochism and D/s happening here if you squint

NOPE NSFW DIALOGUE/TEXT, D/s themes

the text at this point is less overt nsfw and more just me feeling secondhand embarrassment

just so everyones aware, they're still being embarrassing

they're so embarrassing thank god no one is around to see them

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