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

( cw: Mentions of poisoning, suicidal ideation, altered states, childhood prostitution & violence. )

[tohell]

I believe our tastes align nicely. At least enough for you not to get a sprain from bending over backward to get me in the mood. [ Somewhat. The consumption of another's flesh, whichever end J might be on in that arrangement, isn't the precise spark that ignites the kindling of his desire. But it's a decent start.

When Charlie asks what satisfies him, that answer isn't as obvious as the vampire's glaring lust for blood. Truth be told, it's been lifetimes since J wasn't acting a part, hollowing himself out and completely cutting away who he'd been centuries ago, as though those traits were pieces of a necrotic limb sawed off at the bone. Any preferences the Archduke might have once possessed are now wiped clean from his memory. Erased as easily as the street name where he'd turned his first trick when both are practically equivalent in their irrelevance to his present life.

In scaling the summit of Hell's hierarchy, J had ultimately learned that the most powerful thing a demon could be is no one. A being without their own chosen preferences or desires, who could accept anything and be anything that others wanted. With that lesson learned and the need to abide by those requirements pressing upon him at every waking moment, who he was at his core had been sacrificed to the god of necessity. All that he might truly long for had eroded across the sands of time.

Save for one thing — Someone who could stand on equal footing with him for a tantalizing instant before toppling the most powerful demon in Hell from his high tower, blotting out an existence long overdue for expiration. That he craved with a desperation built up over seven centuries.

Charlie doesn't appear enterprising in the way J needs the weapon of his destruction to be. Nor does it seem likely he might be driven by a need to exact revenge the way J's ward had been. But stranger things have happened, more so than the possibility of giving Charlie a reason to end him once and for all. A street-walking child had grown into Hell's most formidable noble, while a melancholy young man became a demon ruthless enough to poison his own master with a hauntingly devastating toxin. One that still cuts like a blade worn and blunted, when it never quite manages to deliver the final blow that might finish him off. More horrific for the maiming it does with its nightly hallucinations and the terror that brings, when a quick death would be more merciful. ]

Do your worst. Monster to monster— [ Acknowledging that he knows Charlie isn't some run-of-the-mill mortal. It's a nod of recognition. Miniscule as it may appear to some, coming from a demon of his status makes the mention worth its own weight in gold. ] 

What I desire most is for you to show me exactly what you're capable of. 

[ There's no need for a confirmation. J's demonic senses don't lie. He can smell it on every inch of Charlie, from his spit to the taste of his cock. It's the dry as ash whiff of a life spoiled to the point of souring, extinguished for so long its scent has withered away into something practically unrecognizable. ]

Don't fret about the small stuff, either. Dying isn't an issue for me. [ Leaving one to question whether the Archduke means to imply that he's incapable of dying from even grievous wounds, or that he simply doesn't care if that's the ultimate outcome of their encounter. ]

[keyeju]

[ He's been called worse things than a self-important prick before, and it has been by people who manage to keep a much straighter face while doing it than Fuuta's pulling off right now. Narumi's grin stays unwaveringly wide as Fuuta swallows in such a painfully audible way, undoing every last word he just managed to spew out.

Flushed and fuzzy-headed with his own desire though he is, Narumi thinks he could almost get used to something like this, someone hot and bothered and despite the non-sexual tongue lashing he's getting, someone who is sitting back and waiting for Narumi to take control here. This feels more right than some of what he's encountered before, and a small shiver of anticipation runs up his spine.

He's never liked feeling weak or at someone else's mercy, but there's a strange comfort in feeling like the predatory creature that not even a rabbit skewer can override in him. Building up the urge to breed another shivery little rabbit under him? Sure, but he's showing metaphorical fangs here as he moves closer to hover over the boy. He doesn't look remotely bothered even as he offers a small tsk of disapproval at Fuuta's demands. ]

No one ever taught you patience, did they?

[ As if he's one to talk about not being taught manners.

Ah well, whatever. He'll place one slick hand on Fuuta's hip, managing to get a good hold despite the lube coating his fingers from rubbing it all over his cock, and jerks Fuuta forward so he's pressed flush against Narumi's own hips. A shuddery breath tumbles out of his lip before the tip of his tongue darts out to swipe across the bottom one.

There's still time for Fuuta to stop this though, if he has an inkling about what's happening here. He can pull back or throw up a hand to demand that Narumi not do what he's about to do next.

However, if he doesn't come to his senses in time, well... they're so close to each other right now, and Narumi's always had pretty spectacular aim. He'll be sliding himself in regardless of the resistance he comes up against. ]

[snakelace]

[ …He’s tempted to retort that perhaps he’d like it hard and fast instead, but he suspects that Kleken’s only going to turn that request in on its head, and he’s not sure he wants to take that risk.

So instead he opts for– ]

You’re already doing that.

[ If merely brushing those tentacles against his bare skin counts, anyway, the rough-slick texture of those multitudes of suckers teasing at heated, sensitive skin. It both makes him want to jump into the ocean and wrap himself up even further, and he’s not sure how he’s supposed to be dealing with these conflicting feelings after this.

If there is an aftermath to this. Kleken seems like the type who could torture him forever. Just look at him, standing there all smug, hardly affected by his own tentacles’ teasing while Baizhu fights to maintain what little composure he has left. His hands fist into balls against Kleken’s shoulders as he…

…finally gives in, turning his gaze away so Kleken won’t see— ]

Please… I need…I need more…

[ More…what? Sensations? Kleken? Just a plain old climax? There’s an answer in there somewhere. Now if only Kleken would stop tickling him and cutting off his responses with even more tentacles all over his body… ]

[pyrolyzed]

[ Oh, he comes dangerously close to letting that happen. He only manages to avert disaster by this much.

But could he be blamed for it? Even if Narumi is an obnoxious, loud mouthed, annoying, showboaty asshole, in this moment, he’s exactly what Fuuta desperately wants — a warm body eager and willing to breed with him. Fuuta had scowled in displeasure at that comment about his impatience, but all that irritation melts the moment he feels a hand grabbed at his hip, pulling him forward; his thighs are so tense they’re almost trembling where they’re spread to make room for Narumi to slide forward. And though his is gaze drawn upward by that peek of wet tongue, his mind spiraling wildly with thoughts of how badly he wants that tongue on his body …

he retains just enough coherence that the moment the head of Narumi’s cock touches against his (still very tight, completely dry, completely unprepared) asshole, he promptly yowls like a startled cat and darts back across the bed so hastily he whacks into the headboard. ]

Wha — [ Give him a sec, the impact wasn’t that hard, but just hard to make him sound a little breathless when he screeches, ] — what the fuck, are you fucking insane?! Gimme that!

[ So thoroughly flabbergasted by that thwarted attempt to split him open dry, Fuuta doesn’t hesitate for a second before snatching the lube up from where Narumi had left it. With sheer baffled anger (and horny desperation) powering him, he doesn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed about simply flipping the lid open and sitting back to squeeze a liberal amount down over himself, letting it slip down his cock, over his groin, dripping down over his entrance. ]

Here! I meant here! This is where you gotta — have you never done this before?! Fuck — or even watched porn?! [ Fuuta gives a furious huff before throwing the bottle of lube back at Narumi’s face, baring his teeth in a snarl. It makes for a hilarious contrast against the way he impatiently slips two fingers into himself, ignoring the slight strain as he starts impatiently working himself open. ] I would’ve been fucking bleeding if you just went in like that, you moron! Is that what you’re into?!

[massochism]

[It's a saving grace, though Olivine wouldn't mind that fate either. The rabbit event certainly holds a lot of fun memories for someone like him...

But as Ragna rises without releasing his hand, urging him to follow him up thereby, his expression warms a little more.]

No, I'm not bothered by the idea in the least. I do find you quite attractive, Ragna... and I'd be honored to spend the night with you.

[His pseudo reluctance had more to do with not knowing how the other felt—about him or men in general, for that matter. Given the obvious offer, he can close the distance between them some, head canting slightly.]

Please, lead the way.

[belialedge]

[ Whether it's the effects of the meat and his own thrumming diamond suit, or stirred interests he didn't think of before when it came to men, hearing Olivine proclaim aloud how he found Ragna to be very attractive does a good job in dusting his cheeks a deeper shade of red. Whether it was a woman or a man, getting ogled was embarrassing enough. Before arriving here, it would have been enough to net an eyeroll or terse remark before he fucked off to do something else. Oh how the sands of time can shift so much...

Hearing it coming from Olivine does well in stirring a familiar excitement in the pit of his stomach as he leads the way with the priest in tow as they walk across the beach. As they trek, he has to be mindful not to start walking too fast. Can't give too much away now.

But thankfully, the walk to the gazebo isn't so far considering the illusory nature of the Cloud Dwelling Gardens being transformed as they were. The lights are on, and Ragna's Watch has full access to unlocking the front door for them as they make their way up the short couple steps. ]

Hey, uh, Olivine? I'm...still pretty new to being with guys. [ In fact, save for the Hunt with Kazuya and the Clubs taking over and distorting everything with Matoba, this would only be his third ever time with a man. He's honest. But he's also not wanting to back down. Not when he's been eyeing the man with increasing fervour the longer they spent strolling back to his beach house. ] So...tell me what you like, yeah?

[canttrickmeanymore]

Peter's only really been part of the hero world for a few years. So he doesn't know a whole lot about it all. Just what he'd learned on his own before he joined that world and what he's gotten in the few years since then.

He smiles, a little sadly. "Some of it, he did, yeah. He probably would've preferred not knowing that he died though." Peter had kinda told him accidentally - Peter hadn't really been in the best headspace at the time and it sort of slipped. Sadly, he couldn't take it back.

Peter frowns at this guy. "Dude! You asked! I didn't offer that up out of the blue." What the hell?

[canttrickmeanymore]

It's very likely that, one day, they'll have a conversation about such things. Even if they don't, Peter will probably tell Loki that he can do or be whatever he wants and he's only limited by his own ambition and imagination. So, if Loki decides he wants to be a truck one day, Peter will cheer him on.

"Oh, well - " he blushes a little (more? again?), "sure. And, you're probably not wrong."

[blastedass]

It should be interesting, since heroes existed in Peter's world for more than those few years, he assumes. Was it because Peter suddenly found out he could become a hero or did something happen to finally get him off his ass and use his powers as a hero? Things Bakugo will find out when they talk about it.

"Tch, most people would only want to know that if they could change it." Being told when you have no way to prevent your own death would be a shitty piece of information to learn. Bakugo's going to figure out that's sort of the way things operate around here, but it won't be for a while. He has to watch what he says around anyone from his world, since he's pretty far in their timeline...

"I didn't ask for details! You could've just said yes or no!" Rather than expounding on it. Sheesh.

[lieabilities]

[ With Baizhu's gaze turned away, he doesn't get to see Kleken's far too amused smile, but he does get to feel the light kiss to the side of his head that the conman feathers there, moving his hand to rest on Baizhu's waist in an almost supportive motion. One that is most definitely not to also support himself, being the sole member of this tenta-party to know what was coming. ]

Of course. I wouldn't dream of being cruel to you.

[ Ignore the literal last however long Kleken has been at this- ]

[ The tentacles around them finally begin to move, in tugs up to stroke their curled bodies over each dick, only to quickly wind themselves back down to the base and repeating the motion again. It's almost like being jerked off with a hand, a part of it anyway, but the winding sensation is perhaps a little too unique to be able to compare it perfectly. ]

[ Kleken's own breathing hitches at that, especially when he directs a second, thinner tentacle to wind itself along the length of the first for an added texture that makes it all the more foreign. ]

[ And taking advantage of the 'more' being so unspecified, one large tentacle moves to wind around Baizhu's waist, doing nothing more than keeping the man from collapsing to his knees again and give him something to grip onto, if bruising Kleken's shoulders isn't enough for him. ]

[snakelace]

How…do you…

[ How can Kleken still remain so calm? In the state he’s in, Baizhu’s unfortunately unable to truly appreciate the little nuances of Kleken’s movements and expressions, his little gestures. The small signs here and there that he is being affected by all this, and is just doing a much better job at hiding it.

All he knows is that Kleken feels sturdy and solid and unflappable in the face of his own machinations, but Baizhu has no one else to turn to, no one else who can truly offer him the kind of relief that only Kleken can…as if that isn’t the worst thing in the world to happen to him today.

He’d shut his thighs on those intruding tentacles if he could—if he didn’t think it’d make things worse, make the tentacles more aggressive somehow, never mind that they’ve already reached into such intimate places, slowly but surely driving him wild with each new sensation. His fingers dig into Kleken’s shoulders when he feels the slimy brush of a tentacle around his midriff, that being an erogenous zone that he hadn’t been fully aware of himself, his fingernails biting into pale flesh as he tries to keep his dwindling composure together out of sheer stubbornness.

Never mind that he’s dangerously close to tipping over the edge…Kleken wouldn’t want to miss it all, would he? ]

1/2

[erbe]

[Ah. The smidgen of kindness he shows to her is unexpected. Mostly because Rin is so used to him snapping and complaining that seeing actual softness from Fuuta is bizarre. Usually her teasing turns him into a prickly little hedgehog of a person, but right now he seems... different.

Her bright blue eyes look up at him in astonishment. Fully taken back by his display.]

[erbe]

[That only lasts for a moment. Tohsaka is quick to bury that all down and follow it up with her own brand of abrasive behavior.]

-Tch, yeah. I could have tried getting that in the cup, you know.

[Before he has a chance to respond, Rin takes his sensitive head in her mouth. Suckling as if attempting to relieve him of every last drop, or perhaps simply "cleaning him off" as she said she would.]

thanks for being patient with my slowness. another busy week T.T

[bardische]

[ Baptiste's neediness almost overwhelms him, fanning his own. He needs to breed, to satisfy, to prove himself, and he's clearly let the other go too long without. But he doesn't want to hurt him, and he has to repeat that as he uses his weight to pin Baptiste, gasping kisses hungry for more than a mouth can satisfy.

Easy. A slow rock in, and another, moaning helplessly as the other's tightness rings around him. ]

Gentle or rough? [ He breathes, before another kiss. But with all of those beautiful words, he's in head to base faster than he means, eyes rolling back in pleasure, in need. ]

[keyeju]

[ It's a real shame those skewers (and admittedly a lot of things within the resort) lower Fuuta's standards so much that someone warm and willing is all he needs in order to be ready to go. Narumi's not so different right now himself though. For a man who very rarely bothers with dalliances, he's doing a lot of dallying lately.

Though not enough that he apparently knows the right way to do anal.

He's not so gone on the need to breed that he can't find what happened funny. Inconvenient to him for sure, given that need is very much there, but still funny enough to get a snort of laughter out of him as Fuuta's angry lecturing starts. It's kind of impressive watching a guy look indignant while fingering himself open like this, and he's not sure if he finds the sight funnier or more arousing.

Either way the lube thumps harmlessly on the bed behind him as Narumi ducks to the side to avoid getting beamed by it, gaze not leaving Fuuta for a second as he keeps up his berating. ]

Who knows? I haven't done a whole lot of this before.

[ He doesn't look remotely ashamed to admit his own lack of experience. Apparently it's obvious now that he's failed to finger fuck the guy in front of him first. He doesn't see why he couldn't just shove a dick in considering it was already lubed up, but fine. ]

Hey, gimme a try.

[ And in a display of real tact and appropriate behavior, he points directly to Fuuta's slowly opening hole. ]

[philancer]

Here's not so bad. [ There's something softly wistful in his tone as he smooths a hand over her hair, still holding her close as he lets his gaze roam over the waves. ]

I know it might not seem like it right now, and I remember all too well how strange and overwhelming it was, right after you arrive. And the games... can be frustrating in themselves, but overall? [ he huffs out a sound that is somewhere between a sigh and a laugh. ] Well. It still beats a war, in my opinion?

[abit_ofboth]

And when that day comes, Loki will feel honoured to hear such words from someone who seems like a true hero. Perhaps, the more people he hears such things from, the more he will believe it. If there’s something Loki needs to hold onto around here, it’s that he is good and he can help everyone here.

But then he’s distracted by the lovely blush colouring Peter’s cheeks. “I think you’ll come to find I’m rarely wrong.” Not true, but Loki likes to try and think positively.

🎀 soon?

[theidlemaiden]

[ The expression on his face doesn't go unnoticed making her pause as she takes it in. They admittedly hadn't spent that much time together outside of her asking him to return library books that she didn't want to return herself but she can say with certainty that she'd never seen him look like that.

What had happened to him at home, she wonders to not have that perpetual carefree air about him? ]

Most things will.

[ Her gaze turns from him down towards her lap where she swears she can still make out the faint lines of scars that she hadn't had time to properly hide. ]

But at least I'd be home.

[ Realizing just how gloomy that sounds however she bolsters herself, forcing some levity into her voice. With two fingers she takes his chin, turning his gaze back towards her where he's greeted with a warm smile. ]

Luckily, I landed here with a very handsome, very familiar face to make this easier.

[cartographie]

[ With her heart sitting up somewhere in her throat, Nami watches Mitsuru, sees the look on her face after she has her question answered, and can feel herself blushing even redder because of it. As soon as those words left her mouth, she felt the need to question if it had been right to lay it all out like that, but seeing Mitsuru's smile in the aftermath all but silences those rising fears before they have a chance to take deeper root. ]

Does that mean…you…?

[ The question tapers off before Nami can reach the end of her thought and commit to asking Mitsuru directly if that means she feels the same. Instead, she gives her friend a hopeful smile, raising her eyebrows at her before her lips press together in anticipation. ]

We could find somewhere to relax later, but, since we're on a boat, and I am a pirate…

[ Again Nami trails off, although this time it's less winsome and far more impish. ]

[lieabilities]

Hmm?

[ Without the end of that question, Kleken can't give the response that Baizhu silently desires- that touching himself in ways like this wasn't nearly as exciting to him as being touched by someone else. All of his current pleasure was in seeing the doctor react to his touches, the way he seemed to struggle yet submit to the sensations he'd agreed to subject his body to in a way Kleken couldn't fully understand but greedily watched all the same. ]

[ His fingers press into the other's side, a silent sign of his own that he's building up to his edge, though not at the same rapid pace. He needs something more, but given the way Baizhu is unraveling, he's rather uncertain if the man will be able to give him much of anything once he's done. If Baizhu was falling off the edge, why not make sure to fully send him- ]

[ By a tentacle moving down each of their cocks to curl itself snugly around the base of both of their cocks and stop that growing sensation in its tracks. ]

[emyoji]

[ The weight against him brings a warm feeling to his chest. It's deeper and more full than the satiation of drinking his energy or even the content that comes from exhausted pleasure. The murmur of Eiden's sleepy affection against his body earns a smile from the fox. When the young man looks up into his eyes, cuddling into him like a kitten, and a wave of possessiveness hits Seimei as he watches his new partner drift off in his care. ]

You've done very well. I think after all of that you have earned a good rest.

[ Amusement rings in his voice as he leans in to kiss Eiden's forehead, the invisible press of fur wrapping around him more affectionately. ]

I'll take care of everything from here, okay? Close your eyes.

helloo i missed u

[ratratrat]

[Becoming something other than human, exhaustion is surreal. To Charlie, vampirism was a boon - he begrudgingly accepts the additional facets for inconvenience that accompany it.

Phantom sensations.

He remembers feeling tired after his first encounter with a woman. She had heavy lidded-eyes and enough make-up to stand out in a dark room. As she sunk to her knees between his legs, Charlie had woven a hand into her hair. There was some conversation, obviously one-sided... and then he was exhausted.

The memory of that feeling is all he can conjure after his fleeting afterglow. The specter of a comfortable night's end.

Experiencing such a pleasure again in its purest state is unattainable. Luckily, it's also uninteresting. Charlie watches the demon's gaze, searching for any meanings left between his words. This is purposeful intrigue, he knows, but he's hooked nonetheless.

He also knows that he couldn't - monster to monster - tear this creature apart unless he were permitted to do so. Among his kind, lesser blood will recoil to those with higher status; Charlie is spared such a base impulse here. He simply recognizes power.

The offered route to carnage doesn't daunt him. His destruction will be purposeful, J will know, and be hooked nonetheless. And when he wants more, he'll take it. Charlie seldom backstabs, he's far more comfortable convincing people to drive a knife into their own throats.

Crinkling his eyes under J's gaze, Charlie knows this won't be such a simple exchange. Or, it will be far simpler. Monsters need only speak in claw and teeth. Talk is coy flirtation.

But he quite likes that foreplay.] Monsters like me don't like to show off, you know. We're pretty tight lipped.

So I'm trustin' you to keep it to yourself when I indulge you. [His hands busy themselves with thumbs tucked into the waistband of his swimsuit, resituating it on bony hips. The adjustment leaves his fingers sticky with drying pink slick. Charlie brushes them against his navel idly, a purely physical contemplation before he fixes his robe to cover the swath of his chest.]

I'll find you.

Unless you miss me. Then you can message me - it's Charlie. [Not the most spirited introduction, he usually follows a jovial business script... but Charlie figures they're beyond a handshake.]

[massochism]

[Ragna certainly seems the type to have only stumbled on these feelings recently—possibly at all, let alone with men. Olivine doesn't question it in the least though, finding it just softly charming how he flushes red at the honesty he's given.

And the pace? Well, he'll keep up easily—enough that Ragna's walk can pick up a little more without giving too much away. It's not like he's not also excited in this moment. Especially as the gazebo rises up in front of them, chiming warmly as its door admits the two men past its threshold.]

Oh—I don't think you'll have anything to worry about. [He says it with understanding—and a gentle squeeze of his hand. The nervousness is understandable, after all.] I can do that... though what I like is a fairly broad category. It... might be good to see more of me first before you start to worry.

[that sounds ominous, but at this point he's had so many surprised reactions to all his jewelry... as they step past the door, the priest takes only a quick glance about before his attention is back on the taller man.]

I can comfortably say you needn't hold back for me, though. I do... enjoy when it's rough at least as much as any other time.

[snakelace]

[ Baizhu had been thinking of a way to one-up Kleken, hard as it is under the circumstances. If he could just—

But he doesn’t get to finish that thought, nor make his mysterious plans come to fruition, the moment that tentacle closes around his cock and cut off his mounting orgasm, causing Baizhu to groan into Kleken’s shoulder.

And Baizhu, with all his usual delicacy, amid all his frustrations and revelations and those unmitigated tentacular sensations, only has one thing to say about that: ]

…Bastard.

[ This might actually be the first time he’s ever cussed in his life. ]

[pyrolyzed]

[ The complete shamelessness is enough to earn an incredulous look. Not because Fuuta doubts that Narumi's inexperienced -- he can believe it given the guy's shitty attitude (pot, kettle, black), and also because he hadn't had much experience himself before getting here -- but because this level of obliviousness feels weird. ... maybe this guy's only read, like, shitty hentai and thinks that that nonsense about all orifices being ready for sex at all times is accurate to real life. Ugh.

And having reached that (perhaps unfair) conclusion about Narumi on his own, of course he reacts with a suspicious squint when Narumi offers -- or rather, demands to help. ]

... what d'you mean, 'gimme a try.' Don't go saying it like I'm some gadget you wanna try fiddling around with.

[ Truly, the lack of eroticism in their dialogue in both directions is incredible ... record-setting levels of unsexiness for a pre-sex conversation. But still. As antsy as he's starting to feel, it's not just sex itself that he's wanting. It's the warmth of another person's body, the touch of skin on skin that he wants as well, and Fuuta purses his lips in consideration for a moment before reluctantly slipping his fingers out. ]

Fine. [ Said grudgingly, though it's followed by a hoarse breath. Wanting. ] But use a lot of lube. A lot. [ The bed creaks when he awkwardly sits back, bracing his weight on his arms so he can spread his legs a little bit for easier access. Is it embarrassing taking this position? Absolutely. But those skewers have his blood roiling so hot that, at least in the moment, hunger trumps shame. ] And you better not go too rough. I'm going to kick you in the face if you make it hurt on purpose.