TDM 04

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made on our brand new beachfront for new guests. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We apologize for any inconvenience. Affected guests may convene with the nearest lifeguard or reception for a complimentary swimsuit, at their earliest convenience.

Please remember that beach-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking dress code may be escorted off the beach until they return in proper swimwear. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a beachy keen experience. 】

BEACHFRONT PROPERTY

A BRAND NEW DEVELOPMENT

As the resort moves into what it claims is summer, the days grow longer. The sun is projected well into the evening, the heat of its warmth dialed up to a level some guests complain is unreasonable. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – half the Cloud Dwelling Gardens have been transformed into a sparkling beach of white sands and blue waves, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with wide hats and stylish sarongs. Upbeat music fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!

IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE

▷ Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to all this wondrous new property that’s just opened up. The catch? Why, characters are stuffed up to 4 in a room, of course. Don’t worry, that’s what the bunk beds are for!

▷ Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are a light and breezy linen, patterned with tropical flowers and colorful designs. Some of these robes are more sheer than others. Watch out that the gentle breeze on the beach doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

▷ Existing characters are welcome to temporarily take up residence in any empty slots in these homes. The staff understand that sometimes you want to pretend to be a brand new guest again, all bright-eyed and ready for adventure. They can even lock you out of your real room for an extra bit of authenticity. No need to ask! It’s all taken care of already.

THOSE WHO POUND SAND

▷ Several lifeguards have been newly hired to protect the beach and its visitors. These burly fellows and lasses all have three things in common: skimpy swimwear, rippling muscles, and seagull heads. They spend most of their time hanging out in groups, flexing and gossiping loudly. If characters approach them for their complimentary swimwear, they will provide whatever they’re currently wearing for them to use... by force, if necessary.

▷ Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or are holding something particularly tasty may find themselves surrounded by these lifeguards out of nowhere. The seagulls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair until they get what they want. Hope you didn’t like your sand castle very much. Those on the lower end of the rank scale will suffer the worst harassment, and they may even go out of their way to harass wildcards, 2s, and 3s just for the heck of it.

▷ Being new hires and fairly low on the resort staff hierarchy, these troublemakers can be easily chased off by someone of a high enough rank, or an assertive enough presence to pass as one. T-they’re not scared! They just remembered they have a mandatory group cawing session to get to! Buzz off!

FUN IN THE SUN

DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP

What’s a beach without fun and games? Dreadfully boring! That’s why all of the beach classics have been expertly set up by staff, including strip volleyball nets, giant boob-shaped beach balls, and plenty of floaties for use in the shallower areas of the temporary ocean. A row of parasols with paired lounge chairs underneath them are placed in some prime viewing areas for festivities. Any time you get thirsty, there’s always a cooler full of canned drinks conveniently nearby, courtesy of Cock-a-Doodle-Doo’s. Sometimes you can hear the staff whispering to each other, “What if it’s too perfect? We won’t be able to deal with the ratings dip once the beach ends!”

Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.

THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA

▷ This booth constantly has smoke billowing out the top and is manned during the entire day by one man – Steve, formerly from reception. It seems this is his punishment duty for be-bathrooming all of the arrivals, last time. Those willing to lend Steve a sympathetic ear will be entreated to bring him water, since the sweltering heat of the booth dries him out like nobody’s business. No matter how characters try to help him, though, a tragedy always occurs and the water always ends up spilled across the sand. That curse really is something, huh?

▷ The signature item at this cookout are the Flamin’ Hop Skewers. Made due to the current overpopulation in the Conservatory, these spicy-sweet — emphasis on the spicy — glazed skewers temporarily grant those who consume them the soul of a rabbit, including their insatiable desire to mate. Any rabbits that resort-goers have formed an attachment with have not been culled, so don’t worry about your precious buns!

▷ The booth also boasts several other exotic meats and vegetables that are considerably safer to eat, for guests who find themselves unable to overcome their attachment. Some of these skewers also feature fruits, including the hybrid ones from the previous gardening collab with the Dizzy Pigeon. Characters are free to revisit any of the Orchard prompts under the Smoky Nectar section of our PREVIOUS TDM.

A SHOW OF STRENGTH

▷ When the projected sun is at its highest, staff members will start bringing out tarps and watermelons, fresh from the gardens. What’s that, you ask? Oh, of course these were donated willingly! What a strange question!

▷ The goal is to smash the watermelon the staff give you until the succulent red fruit inside is splattered all across the tarp, perfect for falling comically into or... eating, if you’re into that. The rules are that you must use your buttocks to do so, and you only get two tries. Successfully cracking open the watermelon on the first try will earn characters a large payout, and if it’s on the second try, a medium payout.

▷ Failing to bust a watermelon at all won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow! In order to keep their watermelon supplies steady for the duration of the beach festivities, the staff do ask that guests attempt this no more than once per day.

DAYDREAM PARASOLS

▷ Every umbrella set up on the sands has two lounge chairs set up underneath it, with a shared table between them. The chairs are padded and oh-so-comfy — sitting in them for too long while another person is present will result in both characters falling into a deep sleep.

▷ While asleep, characters will discover they’re sharing a dream with their umbrella-mate. The dream is always set on the same beach as the waking world, but there are floating clouds and sparkles in a range of pastel colors. Other beachgoers are faceless, if not entirely absent. It’s just the two of you.

▷ Anything the characters think of can drift in and out of the dreamscape, including but not limited to items from home, scary monsters to dramatically rescue your partner from, and strange abilities to fly or float through the air. However, characters will also be at full suit activation in the dream. Once both characters orgasm or they naturally wake up from their naps, they’ll find things are entirely back to normal, as much as they ever are in the resort.

NOTES

▶ All new arrivals have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort. The staff will strongly insist on characters picking out "summery" attire with it, though.

▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.

▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!

▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.

TWINKLING CURRENTS

THE PARTY NEVER STOPS

As the sun sets in a cascade of colors over the water, lamps are lit and floating lights surface from the depths. Stars twinkle in the sky, and Steve is finally released from his smoky shackles. Though the daytime amenities have gone to sleep, the night promises its own set of beachy wonders sure to please even the most distinguished of vacationers.

Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.

SWIM UP TO THE BAR

▷ While the advertisements promised mermaids, they were careful not to include any photos or illustrations. Wading out into the sea to the floating bar quickly illustrates why: these merfolk are fish on top, not the bottom! If asked about this configuration or accused of being unsexy, they’ll lift their elegant legs out of the water and exclaim, “How else would you be able to fuck us if not for these!” Though a few guests seem unsatisfied by this clarification, there are no complaints about the drinks themselves.

▷ HOLDING ON TO SUMMER. This cocktail brings seaberry-gin, limoncello, white crème de cacao, and freshly squeezed lemon juice over pebbled ice, wrapping you in decadent flavors accenting the season. Drinking this cocktail can cause you to be overcome with the desire to lean back and sink into the ocean itself, but fret not! It also grants you the wonderful ability to breathe underwater, no gills required! And it’s topped with a yummy little ball of white chocolate.

▷ MANGO STAR. A delightfully bright drink in a highball glass, the combination of elderflower rose syrup and seaberry-gin floats a summery pink over the orange mixture of mango juice, lime juice and honey syrup on the bottom. On top are two cute little stars cut out of mango, accented with mint leaves. Guests who drink this cocktail report some confusion in the identity of other guests, as just one drink is enough to shift perception of others. Other characters may appear to be different guests of the resort, or familiar faces from home.

▷ SEABERRY FLORADORA. This is a vibrant cocktail made of seaberry-gin, ginger beer, lime juice and raspberry syrup, highlighted by floral ice cubes and edible flowers. Despite its bright pink color indicating a level of cheerfulness for the summer, this flavorful cocktail causes guests to be quickly overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness. The longer this sensation goes on, the more guests will try to seek out company to aid in the ache, even if it means appearing quite desperate in the process. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ BLACKBERRY ROSEMARY GIMLET. Blackberries, rosemary sprigs, simple syrup, and a combination of seaberry-gin and lime juice make this aromatic cocktail. It’s double strained over ice and garnished with a blackberry on a pick, giving it a regal appearance. Drinking this cocktail causes obsessive and possessive behavior, however — sometimes to extreme levels. Should your partner choose this cocktail to drink, you may not want to mention anything that could make them jealous. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ JUST SOME SEAWATER? Questioning the mermaids and mermen on how they came to be the way that they are will result in them offering you an item off the sea-cret menu. Taking a glass from the bar, they dip it into the ocean and offer it right over to you. Drinking the seawater does, in fact, turn you into a very sexy reverse merman or mermaid. This occurs whether or not you drink it from the glass or take in a gulp while swimming, so watch out!

ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY

▷ Where else could you get a perfect view of the stars? Despite the sea of lights below, the artificial nature of the skies in the resort means that all guests get an unrivaled view of the galaxy. Which galaxy? Why, any of them — characters will see a shifting range of constellations from night to night, including ones they don’t recognize, ones shaped a bit like something you might find in Love Dove, and ones that are identical to those from their home. Happy gazing!

▷ A fireworks show is held every night, from 10PM until 1AM. The noises are just loud enough to block out a whispered confession timed correctly, but aren’t quite enough to inhibit conversation. Most of the fireworks are from a design series known as Matteo’s Masterpieces, and range from the standard burst to abstract shapes to... well, you know. Unlike the sloppy doodles found in the margins of books while Swan Lake was decaying, all of the boobs and dicks blasted across the sky are very well rendered. For fireworks.

SANDY SCAVENGING

A GAME OF BEACHES

It wouldn't be the Golden Peacock without a game for guests to play! All guests that wander into the beach area may find themselves receiving one of two Watch messages. Some very special guests may even receive both challenges — or continuously receive a new challenge when the last 24 hours is up. The resort just wants you to have the most fun possible!

SCAVENGER HUNT: EASY MODE (SFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our EASY MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Great Tit! Dessert Vouchers and a large payout.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down and then publicly spanked by a SEAGULL LIFEGUARD.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one unfinished drink.

2. Collect two kisses.

3. Collect three pairs of sunglasses.

4. Collect four sets of sandals.

5. Collect five feathers from a lifeguard.

SCAVENGER HUNT: HARD MODE (NSFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our HARD MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Naked Yolk Kink Vouchers and an extra-large payout. Winners will also be given a limited edition WINNER pin. Any guests wearing a WINNER pin will be treated as kings and queens of the beach, and be permitted to command any other guests as they see fit.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down, stripped, and then strapped into the fuck pillory by our SEAGULL LIFEGUARDS. Losers will be free game for other guests to use for their pleasure.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one cup of cum.

2. Collect two bite marks.

3. Collect three pubic hairs.

4. Collect four nudes (nude images).

5. Collect five bathing suit bottoms.

NOTES

▶ All effects from the swim-up bar last around 2-3 hours, but may be extended by having another drink.

INTO THE DEPTHS

IT'S HIGH TIDE WE GET OUT OF HERE

Though the beach experience is perfect on the surface, things are less elegant behind the scenes. Wave-making machines pulse and rattle down below, shaking the ceiling of the basement suites. Water leaks from pipes, streaking across walls and pooling on the uneven floors. The maintenance levels are abuzz with staff setting out buckets and pans, shooing lost guests away with a heightened level of urgency. Someone got a little too enthusiastic with mopping, they claim. Nothing to worry about at all!

Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.

TUMBLING DOWN

▷ Characters who stray past the line of buoys out in the far sea will find themselves caught in a riptide that sucks them straight over the edge of the water. This applies both to characters swimming, or characters in some sort of vessel, such as a small rowboat borrowed from the staff.

▷ Feel free to make up any sort of vehicle rentals in general, as long as they’re reasonable in size — they should be able to accommodate 1-2 characters at most. A waverider would be okay, but a yacht would not.

▷ While falling down the waterfall, characters will temporarily black out before hitting anything solid. They will resurface anywhere there is standing water, whether that be a flooded hallway, in the Crane’s Respite, or even in someone’s open toilet bowl. There are no limitations on where in the resort the resurfacing can happen; even the bathrooms at Roost aren’t safe from this teleportation.

A RISING FLOOD

▷ Drainage is a difficult aspect to manage. Though the majority of the seawater is recycled to maintain the ocean above, enough of it is siphoned off for deeper filtration that the resort’s plumbing systems simply can’t handle the volume. Leaks are happening on all floors below ground, increasing in depth the further down into the basement characters go.

▷ Characters living in the rank 2, 3, and 4 suites may notice that in addition to having leaks in the hallway, their own rooms are also flooding. This can range anywhere from a constant, unpleasantly damp floor, to having an entire cascade of water blow them and any other unsuspecting guests down several hallways the moment their door is opened. Life vests are recommended.

▷ The flooding will intensify as the event goes on, culminating in some of the maintenance levels being entirely underwater towards the end of the event. Once the event is over, the flooding will recede within about a day, leaving only a few water stains here and there as evidence of their presence.

NOTES

▶ Any amount of standing water is a valid target for a character’s resurfacing, even something as minor as a glass of water. For situations where a character would not actively fit into the source of their arrival, they will be violently flung out of it, knocking over or spilling it in the process if that’s possible.

▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.

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OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; aphrodisiacs; breeding urge; delusions; forced clotheswearing; hallucinations; harassment and bullying; jealousy; thalassophobia; transformation; unreality

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[blastedass]

[later on there's going to be headless statues running around, if that's any interest... not that those are living bodies.

bakugo thinks the guy looks like an onryō of sorts, not really having the image that scream stereotypical vampire. but not a gross onryō, rather the light skin, dark hair, enhanced eyes of a vengeful spirit. his gaunt figure doesn't help things either.]

Don't look down on me! I'm not going to run into this blindly!

[he knows how combat works. rushing forward without a plan or information is stupid and only gives your opponent the advantage. this place is old, smart, and manipulative, and honestly bakugo doesn't even know how he can take down an entire fucking resort. but damn if he's going to roll over and play peaceful here! he'll fight back, whether by looking for ways out or angrily taking part in the game with victory as vengeance.

the "-san" part isn't too surprising. the other guy's name is makoto after all. it's better than "-kun" or "-chan", though don't expect any honorifics from this explosive jerk. he nods at the invitation. good to have someone to discuss these things with.]

I'm not trading you shit. If I want to tell you something, I'll fucking tell you. [this isn't some exchange. he wants to get out of here and withholding information from an ally in that is dumb. while it's annoying to know makoto's kept things to himself, on the other hand, getting overloaded with information would've pissed him off.]

Tch. Ja. [a quick dismissive farewell. it's not the worst first impression.]

[schmisse]

[ overflow ]

[schmisse]

[ It almost breaks Weiss' heart when Kazuya answers her question. The way her shoulders sag she looks down shows her sadness, but she remains calm. There's no need to be too disappointed about this.

He's entitled to his own opinions, of course, but there was a very small part of her that wanted to validate her own choice. Winter didn't agree with it, after all, but she stood by her own decision. If someone else felt the same way, then maybe she'd feel less worried about it right now.

The loneliness welling up inside her truly knows no bounds. It's feasting on her worries and insecurities, wanting others to believe in her because only then would she think she's in the right. ]

I don't think I could ever just let anybody die. . . at least, I don't think so.

[ Which begs the question. Could she kill her enemies? Cinder? Salem? What does it mean now when she's made a contract with a demon? The king of them all, even? ]

I'm not sure how my teammates feel about that, though.

[philancer]

[ He chuckles, shifting until he can recline back in the lounger more and bring her with him, letting her curl up against his chest in the sun. ]

I wouldn't put it past them, honestly. Or to have some sort of dirty gossip rag. The older, long-term guests really do love their juicy gossip. But the books are definitely nothing we would have found in the Academy library. Seteth would have had a meltdown. Definitely far more sinful, although still very... educational. Although I'm pretty sure a good half of them aren't anatomically correct. Or possible. But no one around here lets that bother them.

[molotovmoustache]

[To part is nothing short of excruciating for the man who is impatient enough without the added layer of desperation granted by this 'rabbit soul.' He bites down on his lip and groans as the hand to his cock slips away. Hips twitch their own discontent, but he offers a sharp nod to Basch in return.

He will be brave in the face of a full two minutes of seperation if he must.

But only just so, apparently. The moment Basch has returned, the man melts into the ravenous kiss. A moan as bruised lips meet bruised lips. His tongue laps at Basch's bottom lip as if to reward the man for his sweet moan and his dutiful return. As if they'd been torn from one another's arms not by a search for lube but instead something far more dire.

Then his own prick is pressed against the other's and Baptiste's head jerks into the strong hand holding his hair.]

God in... [Baptiste mutters, tongue desperately working against his swollen bottom lip. The clipped groan turns into a hoarse bit of laughter.] Oh... you're too sweet. Too sweet-

[Baptiste stammers his compliments as his free hand reaches to grope at Basch's chest. His other arm maintains a desperate hold around Basch's neck - both for support and the comfort that he could guide this man precisely to what he needed.

And he needed this. Now. The steady friction between them a teasing preview of what that man's cock could do. He stammers out the rest of his reply, breathless and low.] Yes! Yes, fill me-

[belheir]

Weiss... What I would do doesn't lessen your choice. You did what you thought was right, and sparring the life of someone who had put you and others through so much doesn't make you a bad person. It doesn't mean your choice was wrong. I think it's a very noble thing to do, to spare someone's life like that.

[But it's not a choice he'd make on his own. Only one he'd make if he had to consider what would make his friends happiest. And even then...

He wraps his arms around her tighter, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead again.]

What you did was just and noble. You protected someone despite everything. It's very human.

[malpwactice]

[At least he wasn't caught aback by that one. There's too much sex around them, the air was thick with it, he wasn't gonna back down from the question.]

Eh, well, depends on if you like pitching or catching, you know?

[He doesn't even wait for the follow-up question, if the innocent smile was continuing,]

Even if you prefer to be assertive you may wanna minimize how much ya' move. I'm sure someone could take care of that for ya'.

[counterblowing]

[She stays in place obediently, making no move to pull away or relinquish her duty until she's given rein to do so, tongue pathing in patient, languid strokes as she waits. Eventually, she puts some weight back on her heels, looking up with her face messy and her expression plaintive. Her hands, supportive and warm as they are, never quite stop moving, nothing but eager appreciation for the fingers in hers or the slim against her hand.]

More? Was that good? [There's a wildness in her offer that transcends even the mating fervor from the spiked food. It's glistening, fixated - on the cusp of not being a human level of focus at all. Her blown-out eyes are starving. It's obvious that she could continue unabated for quite a while. The force driving her is unnatural, but some of it seems to come from within. Her mind hasn't moved to reciprocation - certainly not yet - selfless in that same high-spun and manic way.]

[pyrolyzed]

[ No, he didn't mean himself specifically -- an answer he can't spare the breath to verbalize, and has to communicate through a muffled grunt and a furrow of the brow. But still. It'd be a lie to say that it doesn't send a shiver down his spine, to think that someone like Rin has specifically thought about him in a context like this.

There's the distinct slick of pre-come with the next jerk of his wrist, and Fuuta gives a shuddering breath as his spine curls, his muscles all starting to lock up as a familiar wave of tension spreads out from the pit of his stomach. He doesn't particularly want to think of how red he must be in the moment, and what he must sound like, but he does swallow thickly before muttering, ]

... T-Tohsaka. [ That earns a shiver. Less the feel of the syllables falling from his tongue, but the thought that Rin might like something so simple. Or, maybe, what she meant instead is -- ] Rin ...

[ For better or for worse, Rin won't get a chance to intervene with her mouth, because that moment -- saying her name, and the surreal pleasure of imagining the pleasure she might get from the sound of it, the sheer validation of thinking that she might enjoy it -- is enough to push Fuuta over the edge. His breath catches sharply, shoulders jerking, and a choked groan is all the warning Rin will get to position the cup before Fuuta comes. ]

[molotovmoustache]

[Escaping captcha over here!]

[theidlemaiden]

They sound like my kind of people. Maybe they can take me off your hands.

[ Notions of putting space between someone familiar for something unknown and strange however is the last thing she wants. Her body curls into his easily feeling like she almost belongs there, a thought that she has to immediately tell herself to silence because this is the first time that they've ever done something even remotely like this.

Her hand begins to draw slow motions on his chest, finger running along the dips and valleys of his muscles hard earned through carrying a lance and wearing heavy armor. Quietly she marvels in it as she lets out a quiet laugh at the thought of Setheth near spluttering at something indecent. ]

So you've looked through them then?

[massochism]

[it was, of course, a bit of a personal anecdote... but it's really Weiss' face he'd rather save in that case. they'd mostly talked anyway, for. reasons that may or may not be obvious to Ragna.]

Tentama Udon...? I'd love to try it sometime. I don't know how easy it is to acquire what you need here though, given... how this place is.

[but the very thought warms his heart, a touch of pink coloring his cheeks in his satisfaction. Or... maybe that's also the softly growing heat buried in his core, kindling an ever growing curiosity about the man beside him. Ah. All at once, he's not so sure he trusts his tongue to keep from spilling too much.]

... does it feel a little warm to you, now that we're sitting?

[He can go with that much, surely. And retreat before he causes problems or something.]

[bedroll]

( to the inbox! )

[lieabilities]

I prefer to play to my associate's preferences.

[ An absolute lie, Kleken was far too much of a control freak to easily let go of power in intimate situations. Though he may not have the stature that most people may think of for someone who tops, he's found that his tentacles are ever so helpful in coercing things into his preferences. ]

[ He also has no fucking idea what pitching and catching refer to specifically but the assumption there is sex stuff. ]

Ah, but that is very sound advice. I'll have to be sure to convey that to my next associate.

[philancer]

[ He playfully tightens his arms around her, chuckling as he rests his cheek atop her head. ]

Who said I'd let anyone take you off my hands? Didn't I tell you you were stuck with me now?

And yeah, I've read a few. Partially out of curiosity, but a few times out of boredom or to kill time. It's not my first choice in hobbies, but it does well for a quiet way to pass the time.

[theidlemaiden]

[ She can't help but groan although it's tinged with amusement. ]

Don't tell me you're going to fend anyone off like Holst would.

[ As much as she's catching up with missing him and most things from home, she hadn't missed his overprotective tendencies. ]

What did you find out? Anything interesting and toe curling?

[keyeju]

[ There's something to be said about anger getting a rise out of someone, sometimes in more way than one. While not everyone is the sort of feed off of anger and let it work them into a frothing frenzy, Fuuta at least may be able to reluctantly understand why that emotion would just fuel a guy like Narumi's interest.

The difference between them is that Narumi isn't ready to accept something soft and adoring, and would bolt from it the first time it was offered to him. A boy who spent a lifetime seeking negative attention because it was at least some kind of attention isn't ready for real affection.

This snarly, snappy little thing in front of him is a good start though. No love lost between them, just some mutual lust, and a desire to quickly get off before getting out of each other's hair.

The look Fuuta gives his body has Narumi's smile pulling wider, more vicious before his gaze even returns to Narumi's face. What a dogshit, obvious bluff that was.

Without waiting for more of Fuuta's excuses, he drops back down onto his knees, letting the whole bed shake with his weight for a moment, before moving forward towards Fuuta, and--

Stopping short as the bottle of lube is tossed his way. His reflexes are good, automatic even. His hand snaps up to snag the bottle out of the air immediately, only realizing what he grabbed as he looks down at it, and that's true... something like this would make the act a lot easier.

The thing is that when Narumi pops the cap open, he's not spreading the stuff on his fingers, he's sitting back to squirt a generous glob directly on his own cock, making just the slightest face at the cold sensation. It's not enough to deter him though, and as he reaches down to smear it around, it's warming up quickly enough.

He'll at least engage in a little banter as he gets what is clearly all of the needed prep work out of the way. ]

Try mouthing off like that without drooling at the sight of me next time.

[erbe]

[...Fuck. He wasn't supposed to do anything with that honesty! Why is he saying her name?! Shouldn't he be too embarrassed to do that? And... god, it's awful. He starts with her surname. Hammering in his similarities with Emiya from the get-go. It makes her feel a bit guilty, honestly. However when he follows it up with her given name it's worse. Not worse as in she hates it. Worse as in she feels that tug of desire pull her even more.

How is she supposed to not want him in this moment? Fulfilling every bit of "what she's into" about him at once like he's trying to 100% speedrun a prophecy. The yearning she has is to take him again. To push him against the floor of this little bungalow and ride him like she did when he was a rabbit. Like she did in her room.

Yet it's not meant to be. His finish comes quick enough, and she's so startled that she accidentally doesn't catch all of it in the cup — allowing just a small smattering of it hit her jaw just to the left of her chin. Against that milky white her face looks red. Red enough to look like it hopes to rival the vibrant scarlet of her bikini. Rin's dark lashes flutter as she blinks in surprise. Caught off guard by Fuuta calling for her and coming for her.]

—Ah. You did good.

[A little praise thrown at him just to distract herself. To remind herself she should angle the cup better so any left that may dribble out from the head is collected. For now she'll leave the stray bit on her skin. She doesn't want to acknowledge it. She pretends it's not there.]

When you don't think there will be anymore let me know. I'll clean you up. Just relax. You—

[Her voice wavers. Her breath shaky and thick with memories of their past encounters. Thick with her restrained need.]

You were perfect, so I'll handle it.

[snakelace]

[ His grip on Kleken tightens, not so much out of a willingness to trust as it frustration as he stares back at Kleken’s faux-romantic gesture with sheer incredulity.

The nerve of this man…

But taking that moment to be annoyed turns out to be a mistake, as that tentacle comes for him again, Baizhu’s expression once again breaking down into surprise and arousal before he manages to duck down and hide the rest of it by…ugh, he really has no choice but to lean against Kleken and bury his face in that pasty chest, the back of his hand still tingling from that kiss. ]

[pyrolyzed]

[ God, he hates that an electric shiver rips down his spine the instant Narumi closes the distance between them, the hard bounce of the mattress an immediate and very physical reminder of what’s coming next.

It doesn’t help, either, that the skewer’s influence has reached an unpleasant and unpleasantly familiar boil — its distressingly reminiscent of the heat that had overwhelmed him back during that springtime game, where he’d really been reduced to some animal hungry to breed. Obnoxious or not, Narumi is still a warm body placed before him, and his nerves feel itchy with the urge to lunge forth and press up against him, to rut and be rutted into. The next stroke of Narumi’s hand yields the obscene, slick noise of lube against hard flesh, and Fuuta shudders visibly, giving a wobbly exhale as he thoughtlessly rubs his thighs together. His own cock is starting to ache a little, and it’s less surreptitious than he thinks it is when he doubles over a little, trying to get it to rub against his thigh for a little stimulation. No wonder his words come wobbly when he snaps, ]

Who’s drooling over anything, you self-important prick?! [ So he says, but his words do come a little wet, followed by a hard swallow. He’d never admit it, but some perverse corner of his mind urges him to duck forward to wrap his lips around that hard length, and he has to clutch at the bedsheets until his nails are digging into his palms to still himself. ] You’re not even the biggest I’ve seen around here, so stop showing off.

[ Because that’s what this is, right? This showboating and rubbing his dick down with lube? That’s just trying to brag before starting the actual prep … right? (Why is he getting a weirdly bad feeling about this.) ]

Are you done yet? C’mon, get on with it already.

[ That demand, accompanied by an impatient paf of the hand against the mattress as he stiffly spreads his legs a notch is meant to signal for Narumi to either start fingering him, or to hand over the lube so he can do it himself. But maybe to a poorly trained eye, it can also look like an invitation to go ahead, already. Whoops. ]

[schmisse]

Human, huh?

[ She takes a deep breath then. Kazuya isn't human anymore, and it's something that Weiss... doesn't really like? She knows he's still got a soul somewhere in him, some good, some part of him that's just like her. Whether or not he admits it, it's what she believes in. Like the time she told him not to hurt anybody when everyone had to pick a side— the House or Clubs, she didn't command him to follow her because she believes that he wouldn't do anything like that unless he had a good reason.

What happened then? She doesn't think it was a good reason at all.

These thoughts are something she keeps to herself for now. Instead of saying anything about it, she closes her eyes and just revels in his warmth and presence. Until, about a minute later... ]

Can you bring me back to my suite? I don't think I can walk after what I drank and I want to lie down already.

[ She can drink some water and she'll be fine, but this just means Kazuya will stay with her, so it's a good plan. 😌 ]

[belheir]

[He gives a soft hum to her non-question, letting her sit in silence and giving her the time he thinks she might need to process the conversation. He really does think she made the right choice, even if it was only right for her, but he also knows it's not the same choice he'd have made unless someone else had nudged him into it.

He exhales softly against her hair, letting his grip around her relax slightly until she speaks again.]

Yeah. No problem.

[He'll adjust his grip to do that, to hold her close as he teleports them both back into her suite so she can rest and sleep off... Whatever was in that drink. Maybe it's a good think it wasn't spiked in the usual way, but he will take care of her and make sure she's comfortable for the rest of the night.]

[canttrickmeanymore]

It's hard to say how much is just Peter's base personality and how much is his upbringing - what he was taught by his Aunt May and Uncle Ben. But he's a pretty decent guy. He wants to do the right thing because it's the right thing. And he wants people to be happy - sometimes even to his own detriment.

The thing about where Loki is in his personal grown now, is that peter would tell him that he can get where he wants to be. The biggest piece of advice Peter would give is for Loki to not do things because it's what he thinks others want him to do, but to do them because they are what he's supposed to do - that 'right thing' angle. Then, also, to not expect praise and adulation for it. Because that is where the disappointment lies - and was always Beck's problem back in Duplicity.

Peter would also argue that no one - not even Loki - deserves to be in a place like this. This is the kind of place that makes 'bad guys' into 'worse guys' and corrupts 'good guys'. But, also, that sometimes, playing the games is how you get through.

Peter shrugs. "I - well, no." His head is still a little foggy. "Just - I dunno, man. Not used to people telling me that." It really hasn't been a thing. Not people saying it outright. Plus, in Duplicity, because of the quota system, it was often difficult to tell if repeat partners were due to convenience or actually enjoying the experience.

Now he sighs. "Yeah, right now, I really just - don't. But thanks."

[canttrickmeanymore]

Yeah, that's pretty much Peter in a nutshell. Though, Peter doesn't think he's a creep. But, maybe they're using different definitions.

Ah, in Peter's world, heroes aren't super mainstream. Like, it's not a job you'd put on a resume (except maybe Iron Man). Oh, they did try the registration thing one - it went very very badly. For everyone. They probably won't try that again.

Peter's turn to frown. "What? No. Well, okay, so they were people I knew from home that had died back home, but they were from a point in the timeline from before they'd died. So they weren't dead yet." That was probably really confusing. "For example, my friend Tony, when he first showed up there, he was from a point in our timeline that pre-dated he and I meeting for the first time, so he didn't even know who I was." Which was so super weird for Peter.

The repeat was so he was sure which question he was answering. Peter frowns again. "Rude. And not really sure how. I haven't hit on your once." Not intentionally. Peter is really bad at flirting. "That would be sleazy."

[bardische]

[ Any sense of restraint Basch had melts away under the onslaught of Baptiste re-greeting him. This is not a mate demanding Basch prove himself; it is a mate begging to be cared for by someone he already trusts and desires. Basch will not disappoint that care or respect.

He gasps at their cocks coming together, and again at the hand at his chest. He feels so comforted being pulled in like this. ]

Take everything you need -- I am yours [ he murmurs, bruised lips gently peppering the other's skin as he slicks them both. But he takes the order in earnest, and in another moment he's lining himself up, easing against the man's hole as his hand works his cock. It's a good thing Basch is too patient to risk hurting the other, or Baptiste's please might destroy his resolve. ]

I won't leave your side until you're good and sated and recovered.