Test Drive Meme #8 (NSFW)

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Test Drive Meme #8

I believe in the death of tomorrow

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CRASH LANDING

Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.

And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around, almost at odds with the layer of thick snow over everything.


Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.

Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here^[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.

When you get a second to breathe, maybe you'll see it. The snowy forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.

Dinner with a Succubus (NSFW)

Your first dinner party in Xistentia^[2] is a sumptuous and luxurious dinner that takes place at the private residence of one of the natives.

As you step in, the first thing you notice is the scent of indigenous flowers mingled with the floating traces of savory and sweet from the elaborate buffet set up on the side. Treats from around the Multiverse.



However, sectioned off from these public areas, there are spaces reserved for sexual activity. It's not so surprising, when you remember that the lights outisde, the power behind the city itself, runs off human emotional interaction— and desire is a powerful emotion indeed. These rooms feature every conceivable surface you might want to tangle on, from silk to lacquered desks, to rubber.

Chests hold sundry toys and other equipment. Rooms have beds sized comfortably from anywhere from one to five people, and there are peepholes. Everything is marked with painted symbols in a language that is known to no one person, but somehow universally comprehensible.

NETWORK

Xistentia now has its own 'friending app.' You can use it to make connections with new people! But beware, your daemon may well post without your permission, and things could get pretty embarrassing.

F.A.T.E.S. thought it was a pretty good pun: Synchr. Get it? Like sinker? Hook, line, and?


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CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah

Footnotes

1. Some of these can be nameless, plot-device NPCs to facilitate interactions! But even in this case, please avoid gore in describing their current state of being. Anyone dead or catastrophically injured will have disappeared by the time your characters make it to Xistentia. There are no corpses or dying here.
   
   
2. If you decide to join the game, this party may be patched over into the sex-themed Gala detailed in the announcement. The IC log is already up, but friends-locked!

Comments

[overarches]

[ as someone that’s always been very open with his heart, he doesn’t have the fear of saying how he feels out loud. he’s only afraid of the consequences of putting those words out there, the reaction. he couldn’t have dreamed this up. of course every person that loves another wishes to hear it reciprocated, but he never imagined it would actually happen after their fallout. he’s pleasantly surprised, even relieved to hear that she feels the same. that she’s standing in front of him right now at this ridiculously wild party. it’s not the where that’s important, or the why, just who.

archie and veronica, that’s it.

don’t worry, he’s grinning into the kiss for a second. only because he cracked open an eye to see what the hold up was; if she’d changed her mind, or if she was staring at him with a oh, so that’s how you think this is going to go? kind of look. she’s rising up on her toes when he does and he shuts them again, happy to go along with whatever veronica’s guiding him into by the reins. or his shirt as it happens to be. she doesn’t have to tell him twice. first, it’s solely their chests that are touching and his hand slips from the door, uncovering the peephole. and then she has her arms around him, her back against the door, and archie doesn’t resist stepping into her space bodily, essentially pinning her to said door with his hips.

he pushes his hand into her hair next, cushioning the back of her head from impacting with the wood. if anything, it's an excuse to touch her. to be closer. he's trying to keep it simple, not chaste, but sweet. except that she's pressed against him and he's a teenager ( and there's pretty much porn in the background ). when he pulls back from the kiss, it isn't far. only an inch or two to tilt his head back, withholding his mouth only temporarily, because his other hand's playing at the hem of her skirt. his palm's on her thigh and his thumb's flirting with the temptation of inching the fabric up, which is why he's searching her eyes. and he does, like an entire centimeter. truly, the audacity.

if veronica says not here or not yet, then that's that. but. you know. when in rome, etc. ]

[ronnied]

[ Archie tips his face back and Ronnie's using that as an opportunity to kiss his chin instead, his jaw. nothing rushed, but a little greedy. but she can't help but look back when he's looking at her like that, and she opens her mouth say something but it never comes out. his hand's on her thigh and that's really all that matters. it means she can slip her hands up the back of his shirt, nails pressed just enough so he can feel them there, give away just how much she missed this, wants it. wants him. ]

Out in the hallway like this? [ she's whispering, but that doesn't mean the thrill in her tone isn't still there, because as always she's only encouraged by Archie's boldness. he'll never take away her ability to say yes or no, but she always lets him set that line. what's okay and what's too far. he's a way better judge of that. well, most of the time. they wouldn't get along as well as they do if Archie didn't have the same streak of recklessness that she does. but Veronica and rules don't get along, they never have. so if he thinks they can get away with going there, right here, now, then she trusts that. she kind of loves that, actually. ] What if we get caught? [ yo what if? but who's even around to catch them? the people in the room they're currently barricading? she has a feeling they won't mind. she lifts on her toes to catch his bottom lip with her teeth, teasing ] Maybe we should find a room.

[overarches]

[ if the air in the hall is cold, then he doesn’t notice because her hands are warm on his bare skin. her nails are about all he can think about. she’s not scraping them against his skin, but feeling them is enough of a reminder of her legs wrapped around his waist and how hard they could press. when it comes to veronica, it’s like the rational part of his brain shuts down sometimes, regardless of where they are or what they’re doing.

right, okay, she’s asking him something. there isn’t anyone in this particular hall with them right now. she’s right to be concerned though. she’s shielded by his body, not that prying eyes care about that. archie tears his gaze away from her to look around, left to right, double checking that what he thinks is true still is. when he turns back to let her know that the coast is clear, her teeth trip him up. she knows that drives him crazy and she’s doing it because she can. two can play at that game. ]

Maybe. [ he agrees, not sure if it’s the atmosphere fueling him, or getting back together with veronica. truth be told, the two of them have always been a little too adventurous and wild for their own good. why stop now? his slides his hand up, not necessarily testing the waters so much as he's calling her bluff. they both think it's exciting - the thrill of getting away with it, sneaking around, potentially being caught. it's hot. they basically have a reputation of making out on every surface imaginable, anyway. his thumb's tracing her inner thigh now, still traveling upwards. he has every intention of retaliating by rubbing his thumb over the front of her panties, if she doesn't catch his wrist first. ] Maybe we should.

[ archie nods along like it's the greatest idea in the whole world. ]

Or [ and it's a big or ] maybe we should stay right here.

[ronnied]

[ she almost does. almost stops him. but her hands never get the memo, because one is rucking up the back of his shirt while she bends her knee and hooks an ankle behind his calf, breath catching the moment his thumb makes contact with her underwear. her chill levels are nonexistent right now, good nerves making her blood pump a little harder than usual. telling Archie how she feels, the fact that they're even here in this insane place, wherever it is. it's all contributing to the fact that she can't seem to pause for even just a second, not when she'd rather be climbing her boyfriend - boyfriend, who she loves - like a tree. she does kind of freeze though, once his thumb is moving against her, jaw dropping open with a little sound. just a tiny one. her eyes never leave his, though, not for a long while.

not until she's untangling herself just so she can spin around in his arms and finally get that look in the peep hole.

because of course she still wants to see. she fakes a gasp. ]

Arch- [ no, she doesn't care to actually watch the people in that room, not really. she huffs a quiet laugh, eyes dropping away even though she hasn't moved to turn back around just yet. instead she reaches for his hands, pulling his arms around her from behind, back arched so she can press against him in just the right way. she tries to whisper, but her excitement makes it a little hard to control something like how loud she's whispering ] You're sure you don't want a room? The swing they've got in there looks like fun. And they would probably love for us join them. [ she's laughing again before she can even finish that last part, biting hard into her lip after to quiet herself. she's pretty sure the people in that room wouldn't have noticed, but still. she feels a little bit bad for laughing at their expense, when really she's just teasing Archie.

like she'd ever want to share him with complete strangers. no, she doesn't care if they get caught. let someone get an eyeful. but she's greedy, she's not about to let anybody touch. she rocks her hips back against him, pressing her ass against the front of his jeans with a sigh, as she tips her head back to rest against his shoulder. ]

[overarches]

[ this is how things are between them — magnetic, flammable, raw — and have been from the second veronica walked into pop’s, pulling archie’s attention from the booth ( and betty ) directly to her. he shouldn’t have been looking then ( that summer took a part of him and held on ). he shouldn’t be looking now because of the location, yet the only way to put an end to that is by removing his eyes from his head. he can’t get enough of her. one taste doesn’t satisfy the impulse, it just makes him crave more. when she wraps a leg around his, he braces her with a hand behind her thigh, swapping cradling her head for holding her closer. he has half the mind to scoop her up, trade his hand between her thighs for his own body, but she’s turning away from him before he can accomplish much of anything.

he tries ( and mostly succeeds ) in not groaning out of frustration.

there’s something about veronica watching that takes the sound out of the room and steals the air from his lungs. he’s not any more inclined to share her with anyone, but bearing witness to something that so obviously isn’t for their eyes is exhilarating. she grabs his arms and catches him, reels him back in before he can lean away to try to adjust himself and calm down. he knows when she’s toying with him although he can’t seem to find the capacity to care when she’s pressed back against him and his palms can roam her body freely. he has her body mapped out but his hands still travel every curve like he’s on a new adventure.

she laughs, still teasing him, and archie slides his hand up the expanse of her stomach up to the swell of her breast and cups her through her clothes. she can joke around all she wants, he’s not going anywhere and he can definitely withstand whatever she throws his way. archie doesn’t let the fact that she’s wearing a bra under her clothes deter him from caressing her through it. it’s when she presses her ass against him with a rock of her hips against his erection that his control slips. he gasps and rubs against her, almost able to imagine that there isn’t cotton and denim separating them. ]

I love you. [ he reminds her with a press of his lips to the side of her head. something sweet to contrast with the slow drag of his hand, hiking her skirt up a second time because excuse you, ronnie, he’s not done using his fingers to get a reaction out of her. ] If you want me to show that to you out here where anyone can see, I will. I’ll fuck you right here against this wall. [ sure, it’s a little filthy for the golden boy next door, but she’d told him once that he was more dangerous than he looked and she wasn’t wrong. archie remains firmly pressed behind her even as he sets a hand upon the front of her panties again. he’s not doing much, other than making sure she can feel him, with two fingers tracing the spot where she probably wants him to curl his fingertips, push the fabric aside and sink them inside of her. he doesn’t. just deliberately brushes his thumb over her clit in a semicircle. ] If you want to a find a room where it's just the two of us and I can show you exactly how I feel in private, I'm good with that, too. In a swing, a bed, right here. I don't care. I just want to be with you.

[ronnied]

[ she's distracted from the view in that peep hole right away because of course she is, the path of Archie's hands conducting the movement of her hips back against him. she shuts her eyes with a grin and tries to just hold onto her head for a little longer, despite the heavy, glowy fog that always takes over when he gets his hands on her. her feet step apart just a tiny, tiny bit, permission and a request all rolled into one movement. a moment ago, she might have been on the fence. faking confidence to tease Archie, unsure if she could actually handle being with Archie out here like this, but then

but then he goes and says that, and anything even remotely like shame gets tossed out to make way for a rush of adrenaline, and need. Archie cursing might be one of the hottest things she's ever heard, especially when they're together like this, making promises. she wants to turn and face him, kiss the hell out of him, but she also never wants him to stop touching her. so she stays put. sort of. she's still moving against him like maybe she's forgotten about the layers of clothes between them, too. ]

So dirty. [ she grins before she's whimpering a bit again, and her hand is in his hair again because she can't help it, holding on while the rest of her relaxes and moves against him, begging without saying please ] Want you, too. So much. Right here. Where anyone can see. [ which.. he just said. oops. it's hard to talk with his fingers moving against her, but she's trying. she reaches back with her free hand, hips moved to the side just enough so she can slide her hand up his thigh until she can grab him through his jeans. she's not great at being passive, even if Archie is way too good at being, well, active. the friction of his fingers is getting to her, and she's sure Archie can probably feel it against the fabric of her underwear, too. she moans then, full out, torn between turning and staying just like this. it takes her a long while to sort out her thoughts, but eventually she does. her hand tugs at his belt, barely unbuckling it before it moves to his zipper, tugging it down. ] I want you to take me just like this. [ for now ] Filthy, like this party. Think you can do that for me? [ little bit of a challenge maybe, but nothing too harsh. she's just trying to draw out more of that side of him, the one that wants to fuck her against a wall ] You better still have that condom in your wallet, or I swear-

[overarches]

[ they’re only words. if she wants more of them, more of that side of him, all she has to do is keep him talking in this state. face flushed, heart thumping too loud, thoughts closed in on the two of them alone. reason no longer has his ear, she does. veronica with her hand in his hair and her body writhing against him. there aren’t any red flags, and yeah, a part of that can probably be attributed to the adrenaline, to the ( temporary ) loss of their home and their families, but it’s mainly because he feels safe with her and he’d die before he let anything bad happen to her.

( and anyway, she’s the one that showed him living in a constant state of paranoia isn’t an option. that seeing threats in every shadow isn’t the solution. )

his fingers still upon her when she squeezes him through his jeans and he bites down into his bottom lip, hard, to habitually muffle the noise her touch draws out of him. archie drops his head, face towards veronica’s shoulder, the ground, whatever, his eyes aren’t open. for a breath, maybe two, then he’s back to focusing on her, rather than pushing into her palm. listening to his mind instead of his body isn’t the most grueling decision he’s had to make but it’s still a challenge when he can feel how damp her panties are getting. especially when she’s unfastening his jeans, or talking to him like that.

he nods twice in quick succession, complying, before he remembers to use his words. ]

I’d do anything for you. [ which is a tad too.. feelsy for rutting against a door, but. well, he means it. ] And to you, [ he tacks on, to keep the momentum going. not to brick wall them with sentimentality, which is just as vital, only not right now. ]

Or what, Ronnie? You won’t let me spread you open? [ uh, let’s not say that again? he tries not to frown at how that sounds, choosing to push through it. and oh god, what if his bluff isn’t a bluff? he thinks the condom is in his wallet. that doesn’t mean it is. he also thought he was never going to leave riverdale and here he is. he has to withdraw both of his hands from her body to adjust the band of his boxers, to tug them down just enough on the top of his thighs to free his dick. if the material she's wearing is loose-fitting, it'll be easier to keep them both semi-covered, but if not then he's trying to bunch the fabric up towards her hips in order to press against her without all the layers in the way. he has to get a hand around himself to deliberately rub his length along the crease of her ass. of course it's not giving her any friction, purposefully positioned where she can feel him, just not where she wants him. because.. you know, he has to fish his wallet out of his back pocket with his other hand. ]

I guess I could get you off with my fingers. [ he's good with his hands at least. ] I'd get down on my knees for you. In front of you, behind you, whatever you want. You won't feel as full with just my fingers inside of you, but I'd make up for it with my mouth. [ but really though, he is looking for the condom, single-handedly, as best as he can. sort of. archie enjoys seeing her like this, probably a little too much. ]

[ronnied]

[ her brow furrows up, but she doesn't cringe at the words or anything. he's trying. he's doing a superb job otherwise- she can't fault him for. that. it's fine. it's still kind of hot. it's dirty. he pushes by it beautifully. she's already forgotten what he said. her skirt is a flowy material, short, but school appropriate ( hah ) which means it drapes conveniently for them. easily lifted when he pushes it out of the way, and her body goes still once he's rubbing up against her like that. she's making needy noises, which would be embarrassing if she wasn't so into this.

her cheeks go pink, thinking about his mouth. she does love when he goes down on her. she's caught in that thought for a moment, really, really considering it, but ]

Not this time. I need you to fuck me. [ she's leaning into the door a little more, her palm resting flat against it as she leans forward, bending to press back against him even more. just that little bit. needy needy needy. she smiles bright as a thought occurs to her, fingertips scratching at the door as her other hand scrunches hard in his hair ] We're at an orgy, we can just ask for a condom. Should I knock? I could knock.

[ he needs to get her away from that door, yeah. because she's totally about to do it. even with her voice all breathy and her skirt rucked up and her brain completely fried on archie archie archie, she's considering curling that hand into a fist and knocking on the door they've been blocking all this time. ]

Please, Archie- I need it. I need you.

[overarches]

[ the miracle here is that his wallet doesn’t slip right through his fingers once veronica starts talking to him. her words go through him like an electric shock, putting him somewhere between feeling like his brain’s shutting down and his body’s fully charged. it’s a battle and he’s not sure which part of him is going to win, or if he’s not going to cart her off to a bedroom because even now she’s flirting with the idea of drawing someone else out of one of the rooms. maybe not intentionally, sure, but considering where they are it isn’t so far-fetched.

he cries out, sharp but not loud, with her fist in his hair. it feels good. then again, everything feels pretty amazing when she’s rubbing against him. just- okay, think, archie! ]

Wait. [ okay, yeah. as if she’s going to listen to an order right now. ] Hold on.

[ he laughs at the incredulity of it and braces an arm around her middle, hoisting her up and bodily dragging her from the door. her skirt’s up, his dick’s out, it’s really not the best plan, just the one he’s got. awkward's relative at this point. archie manages a few steps, not quite stumbling, and ditches his wallet on the ground once he has the condom wrapper between his index finger and thumb. if someone swipes it while they're distracted, they clearly need it more than he does. ]

I have protection. [ he explains, in case she's tempted to dash back over to the door and resume plan b. archie needs both hands to get the packet open, which gives her the chance to spin around and face him, or stay in the position she is. ] And I'm going to fuck you.

You have no idea how badly I want to be inside of you. I need to feel you around me, squeezing me. God, keep talking to me. This is so hot. [ he can't bite them back, whatever he's rambling about, as he rolls the condom on. whether she's facing him or turned away, he sets his mouth down on the side of her neck. kisses her with a smear of lips, tongue, and a slight drag of teeth. and since he doesn't have a death wish, he lines the tip of his dick up, but doesn't push into her right away. she's probably going to yank his hair again for that - for teasing her, brushing against her clit, sliding against her instead of getting right to it. ]

[ronnied]

[ Veronica laughs too, when he pulls her away, breathless and impatient and too turned on for her own good. they settle again and she does turn back around to face him, because even though there's a filthy part of her brain that wants something fast and dirty, the idea of not being able to kiss him or watch his face while they do this - actually fuck out in this hallway - is enough to get her to reprioritize. so she turns, her hand gripping his collar and dragging him down to her level even once he's already leaning in to kiss her neck. her other hand is in his hair again, yes, because she can't get enough of the sounds he gives her when she decides to tug.

which she does do, when he starts to tease her instead of giving her what she wants. it's a slow pull, up at the crown of his head, and she moans with it too.

she also hooks her leg around him again, higher this time, rocking her hips forward. subtle, yeah. totally. ]

You really like it, huh? Who knew my Archiekins had such a dirty mouth. [ ah, maybe she knew. maybe they're just used to being quiet because unless they're in his sound-proof garage, they're usually sneaking around behind their parents' backs. still, it's obvious she likes it too, her face ducked down a bit so she can talk near his ear, words just for him ] Might want to think twice about teasing me like this. Because you know, next time I've got you under me in bed, I'm only going to tease you ten times more. Make you wait. Push all of your buttons then make you wait some more.

[ she grins, kisses his hair because it's easier than trying to move around much more than that. she'd rather keep that grip in his hair and on his shirt, even if said shirt is almost offensive, at this point, still being on and all. but it's kind of hot, how they're both still dressed. rushing things without rushing at all considering he's still making her moan each time his dick bumps against her clit instead of sliding into her. luckily, his teeth against her neck is almost a good distraction. almost. ]

You want me? Show me. No more holding back.

tmw veronica's panties legit fell off?? my bad i swear i wrote it in.

[overarches]

[ he gasps and leans with her touch, into it, not at all resisting her tugging his hair. he’s not stuck on the logistics behind why it feels great, whether it’s because his scalp is just a Spot for him when it comes to any kind of pressure or if it boils down to veronica being pushy, he doesn’t care. she could probably kick him in the shin and he’d still be moony-eyed when it came to her.

his hands are there to catch her when she bends one knee and wraps a leg around him, lifting her with ease. she’s slightly higher up than she needs to be, flush against his stomach, but he’s trying to find a position that works. that means pressing her back into the wall and sliding one arm around her completely, ensuring that she doesn’t slip. she’s whispering threats into his ear, ones that are supposed to be menacing, yet when he shudders against her it isn’t due to fear. ]

Like you wouldn’t believe. [ that he likes it, that he has a dirty mouth. she’s kissing his hair and he’s already fantasizing about the next time they’re together. ] I’ve heard that makes it better. [ also known as: he saw it in a porn once. ] So go ahead, drive me crazy. Keep me right on that edge, make me wait. I can take it.

[ he can’t take any more waiting this time with veronica calling him out and putting him on the spot. he’s fully erect now, can feel his dick curling upward, so it takes a bit of maneuvering with his other hand to finally give her what she wants. she doesn’t need to tear his shirt over his head to feel how hard his heart is thumping, how turned on he is from the flare of his pupils to the flush on his skin. he grips the base of his dick and lines himself up again and begins slowly sinking into her. the fact that he can’t directly feel how warm or wet she is doesn’t prevent him from groaning.

archie raises his face enough to flash a grin at her, not taunting, it’s too blissful for that but he’s certainly not using his hold around her middle to pull her down against him. if anything ( once he’s inside of her ) and he can hold her by the hips properly, he keeps his thrusts intentionally shallow. not because he's trying to make her whine. he doesn't think she'll appreciate him slamming into her right away, but there's a strain to his movements that gives away that he wants to. ]

i didn't even notice woooooops it's fine

[ronnied]

[ she gets comfortable between him and the wall pretty quickly, feeling right at home with his arm around her. like they're not in some hallway in godactuallyknowswhere at this insane party. she hasn't forgotten, exactly, there's still a little part of her brain that's focused on the thrilling aspect of possibly getting caught, but there's no room for anything in her mind but the way archie's making her feel. ]

I know you can. [ take it, right. she wouldn't be so head-over-heels for him if she didn't know for a fact that he could handle her. he grins and she's smiling back but it only lasts a moment, her smile dissolving into something of an oh when he finally pushes into her. the actual sound follows shortly after, body shifting once he starts that slow pace. she knows he's not teasing her now, because she likes this, actually kind of loves this sort of slow build when they're together. he must know. they go from tearing at each other's clothes one moment then pulling things down to a syrupy slow pace. savoring it, maybe. she is, at least. she kisses him slowly, too, sighing against his lips, nails lightly scratching through his hair now. when her hips move again it's only to encourage him to push a little deeper- ] Give me all of you. I can handle it. [ or a lot deeper, as it were. she moves with him, as much as she can at least, body tightening around him the more he gives her ]

God, you're so- [ good at this, good to me, cheesy things. she's not ready to break away from the filthy words they're sharing, even if her brain is sort of melting into the same mushycheesy mode it always ends up in when she's looking into archie's eyes and moaning softly as he fucks her. ] - so hot. And all mine. Maybe I should give you a hickey. [ something they don't do at home, not really. not when they have parents to answer to. ] Mark you up so people know you've got a girl waiting for you. A girl that loves you. [ ..well so much for not being cheesy ] And loves the way you fuck. [ there we go ]