TDM 05

[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 in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.

As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.

Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】

ARRIVAL

DIVINE AWAKENING

A cool breeze lofts across the room. Gentle, soothing. Cotton sheets and silken covers slip with the tired stretch of limbs. New arrivals dozing in the comfort of their king-sized beds wake to the balmy warmth of a hazy sun and the rhythmic lap of waves on the shore. Clouds mist around the floor, granting ethereal ambiance. Gauzy curtains flutter, revealing a majestic stretch of sky in all directions. This temple is nestled at the top of a mountain, one where the sea somehow meets its edge.

All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.

New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.

MARK OF THE GODS

None of the traditional suits have manifested on these Wildcards. Instead, all new arrivals will discover intricate patterns winding their arms and legs, each one different from the next. Thorns, vines, stars, or moons — the commonality of these marks is that they come in either glittering gold or shimmering silver.

► BENEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of gold running along their skin have been identified as benevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the kind spirit within. All benevolent Wildcards may experience the effects of any RED SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

► MALEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of silver running along their skin have been identified as malevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the muck that lurks beneath the surface. All malevolent deities may experience the effects of any BLACK SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

MADDENING HUNGER

Itchy throat, dry mouth. Headache. Hungry. It comes on slow, at first nothing of note. But, surely, it begins to deepen. Grapes don't feel filling. Water barely quenches thirst. All new arrivals will wake up in a state of hunger. They will find that despite the complimentary snacks left in their room by room service, nothing hits the spot.

No matter how much food they eat, these new arrivals, who have been dubbed as divines, won't find any satiation from food or wine. This gnawing hunger is exhausting; as it increases, their strength decreases. They cannot continue on like this for long.

All Wildcards, regardless of divine differentiation, will need to be worshipped for sustenance. Otherwise, they risk falling into a frenzied state.

There are many ways they can be worshipped. While having their bodies worshiped through sex is the most effective, they can find minor relief in acts of praise, affection, offerings, service, and so on. The longer a Wildcard goes without being worshiped, the more their god mark will leech their energy, and the faster they will lose their sanity. Loss of sanity can result in any kind of frenzy, from general mania to breaking from reality.

GILDED CAGE

AN ENDLESS FEAST

Doors to the grand banquet hall of Gilded Cage have been opened. A singular massive table stretches throughout the entirety of the restaurant, every available inch loaded with trays of food and goblets of wine. Waiters seamlessly dip in and out of the kitchens with platters over their shoulders, bringing delectable cuisine from all avenues of every earth around for guests to enjoy. Vibrant fruits, roasted meats, and decadent desserts funnel into the hall without end.

Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.

Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.

ROYALS

► Royal cards are King, Queen, and Jack ranks. All ranks beneath them must comply with their demands, no matter how whimsical or stupid. They are waited on hand and foot, with low ranks throwing themselves forward for the honor of pleasing them. Royals do not need to obey the commands of anyone aside from Wildcards. While it is good manners for a lower royal card to defer to a higher royal card they will not be punished if they decline.

► Royal cards are encouraged to eat, drink, and be merry. Be selfish! Be greedy! Take everything you want! There is no end to the pampering and indulgence offered to royals. Long-standing guests line up to flatter them and give them gifts. Resort staff are desperate to make them laugh or smile. A royal card frowning strikes terror every servant. Resort staff will insist that they seek their own pleasures and not worry about the feelings of those lowly cards. All numbered cards exist to satisfy the royals; being concerned about their peasant feelings is unnecessary.

► Royals can command any numbered rank. If they find a numbered rank they particularly like they may monopolize them for their exclusive use. The word no does not exist. Whatever a royal wants, a royal gets. They can also issue punishments to numbered ranks that do not please them. There are guards prepared to discipline servants at their command. They may also dominate unruly servants with their own hands if that pleases them.

SERVANTS

► Servant cards are ranks A - 10. Hierarchy exists within the servants as well. While a rank 10 servant must flatter and please the royals, they may issue orders to any servant rank beneath them. This continues down the line — a rank 6 servant must obey and adore any rank above them but may command and bully any rank below them.

► The Ace rank shows its fickle nature. All Ace cards are bottom-barrel servants sitting at Rank 1 that anyone can bully. They are automatically ordered to clean up trash, scrub sticky floors, and dance provocatively for any rank that demands a show.

► Servants must obey anyone that outranks them. There are guards standing along the walls waiting to discipline any servant that defies the hierarchy. However, the guards are mostly for show — suits enforce real compliance. Any servant that disobeys an individual who outranks them is at risk of their suit flaring. If their suit does flare, submitting and obeying or an orgasm can abate suit effects.

WILDCARDS

► Wildcards are akin to deities. There is no greater honor than to serve or possess a Wildcard. Royals want to own them and servants want to please them. All Wildcards are showered with endless adoration. Fights break out for the chance to feed them grapes or rub their calves. Wildcards may do whatever they want without consequences, even toward royal ranks.

► Wildcards are encouraged to indulge in the finest of everything. Servants must tend to them and obey their commands. While royals do not need to obey them, there is great prestige in claiming a Wildcard’s affection. Wildcards are encouraged to be selfish and enjoy themselves to the fullest.

► Any royal or servant that satisfies a Wildcard can collect a Wildcard token. This is an electronic token that appears in their bank account once a Wildcard has climaxed during sex. Physically pleasing two Wildcards bring about great blessings. Players may submit two Wildcard tokens under their rewards thread to collect a small item voucher.

PHOENIX CASINO

ALEA IACTA EST

Phoenix Casino has been reborn in antiquity. Stone pillars line the aisles and embroidered linens cast a gauzy filter over every corner of the gambling center. The number of statues has increased, with every corner decorated with marble figures in provocative poses. The feast continues into even here; scantily clad servants and waiters carry around platters of succulent fruits and pitchers of wine.

The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.

Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.

WILDCARD AUCTION

► All shiny new Wildcards have a unique number pinned to their robes. Early in the night these nubile virgin Wildcards will be paraded across the stage and asked to introduce themselves to the crowd. After, the bidding will commence. Don't miss this opportunity to claim a resort virgin and beloved divine!

► Bidding for a Wildcard can get intense! Numerous long-standing guests are already obsessed with these stunning new arrivals and are quick to bid high. Bidding wars can break out at any time. Some very eager long-standing guests are willing to get violent if it means they get to monopolize one of these Wildcards. Security is on stand-by for cases of Wildcard theft; some guests are so desperate for these Wildcards that they'll even try to kidnap them if they see the chance.

► The hierarchy is temporarily set aside for auction purchases. Any rank can dominate a Wildcard if they have the means to bid high enough and buy. In the case of Wildcard purchases, their god marks will force compliance to whoever buys them during the auction.

CASTING LOTS

► This special game of lots is designed for a high rank and a low rank to play together. In the case of guests of the same rank playing together, a coin flip will decide who plays the "low" rank for this game.

► The high rank guest will roll a six-sided die. The number rolled will reflect the game rule by which the low rank guest must try to satisfy the high rank guest. If the low rank guest manages to satisfy the high rank guest they will receive a large payout. If the high rank guest is not satisfied they may discipline the low-rank guest in any way they see fit.

ONE: Without using hands.

TWO: Using only mouth.

THREE: While blindfolded.

FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.

FIVE: Using only legs.

SIX: While remaining on knees.

► The high rank decides if and when they have been satisfied. Work hard, low rank!

HEADS OR TAILS

► What's a casino without a bit of risk? There's a special game of Heads or Tails happening at the game tables. All guests must bet their rank in order to play. Winners of the game will have the option to either swap ranks with the loser, or keep their rank as is and move on to another game. With a little bit of luck, even a Rank 2 can experience living the high life.

► All rank swaps are temporary. Winners that choose to swap ranks with the loser of their game will have 24 hours with their new rank before they revert back to normal. They may continue playing on with their "new" rank if they want to test their luck.

► Heads or Tails is played with a physical Golden Peacock coin. Players will take turns as the coin flipper, with their opponent guessing if the outcome will be heads or tails. The first guest to reach three correct guesses is the winner.

BEAK

ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS

A massive circular arena has been erected in the middle of Beak. Staggered seats rise up to the ceiling, where royals lounge in luxury viewing boxes. The gaping mouth of the arena is wide and desolate. An assortment of weapons, such as spears and shields, hang along stone walls. It waits for the taste of blood and stench of battle. The sound of the audience cheering and booing echoes throughout the Wellness Quarter.

Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.

A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.

BATTLE ROYALE

► Numbered ranks have been conscripted into battle for the amusement of the Wildcards and royals. While high ranked servants may be able to wiggle their way out of a fight, low ranked servants will be thrown into the arena without mercy. Warriors that win their battles will be showered in accolades and payouts while losers will be mocked and pelted with rotten tomatoes. Warriors that try to forfeit their match will be stripped naked, strung up on a pole, and mocked for 24 hours.

► Battle rules are simple. Any means and methods of fighting are acceptable when in the arena. The arena’s overseer will decide if a battle will end when first blood is drawn or if it will continue until one side can no longer continue. There are rare instances of battle to the death, typically reserved for warriors who have deeply offended a Wildcard or royal.

► Royals and Wildcards are welcome to join in the royale if they wish. They will not be forced and they will be given any armor they want before stepping into the arena. Low rank warriors are given no armor — some may even be forced to fight nude.

SUBDUE THE BEAST

► Any numbered ranks that have displeased a Wildcard or royal will be thrown into the arena to fight barehanded against hungry tigers and lions. If there are no troublemakers on hand to throw into the arena for entertainment, low rank servants will be forcibly volunteered instead.

► Those alleged hungry tigers and lions? They are other servants dressed up in sexy animal costumes. While staff will take genuine volunteers for this role first, they will forcibly volunteer low rank servants into the role if needed. All costumes are revealing and offer little protection. There is an assortment of looks to choose from, not just tigers and lions, though whether or not a servant gets to pick their outfit depends on how charitable the arena master is feeling.

► Matches will end when one party can no longer continue or the audience is sufficiently amused. Royals and Wildcards are permitted to partake if they please, and there will be no consequences if they decide to withdraw.

RACE TRACK

► Royals and Wildcards are invited to participate in horse racing. Only, there are no horses to be found — all the “horses” are servants! Any chosen servant must carry their master over the finish line. While piggyback rides may make the most sense for a race like this, many of the high class prefer more elegant positions, so anything goes. Horses are required to wear a bridle at all times during the race.

Servants are also allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. Servants may ride any servant of a lower rank. Aces are ordered to walk around with a poop shovel and bag, even if there won’t be any real horse poop lining the track (probably).

► Royals and Wildcards are also invited to participate in private horse racing. These races involve no track, taking place in the back of Beak in private rooms furnished with cushions and silks. Like with the public races, royals and Wildcards may select any servant that catches their eye. Unlike the public races, the goal here is to make their ‘horse’ orgasm as quickly as possible. Times will be saved on their Watches. The faster a master makes their horse come the more bragging rights they have.

Servants are once again allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. The higher ranked servant must make the lower ranked servant orgasm as quickly as they can. While the ‘horse’ may offer mutual comfort they will receive no accolades for their skills.

TALON

SHOW OF STRENGTH

Talon is bustling with warriors training for the arena. Several strength building stations have been set up, including benches for royals to perch on while warriors bench press them. Additions have been made to Talon as well; multiple mud pits have been dug for warriors to participate in some mud wrestling between arena battles.

Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.

The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.

MUSCLE CONTEST

► Who can appeal to the royals and Wildcards most? It’s a competition based on aesthetics! Strip down, oil up, and flex your muscles to earn a high score from the judges. Royals and Wildcards may issue a score between 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest.

Wildcards and royals are welcome to join in the competition. For some reason, their scores always end up being 10 no matter how skinny or noodly they may be! The flattery and praise for their stunning looks and bodies is endless. No need to work out, my lord, my lady. You’re stunning as is! Truly no body is more perfect!

► Servants are not only allowed, but encouraged, to bribe royals and Wildcards into giving them a high score. While chips and gifts can certainly be offered, isn’t the most compelling argument some hands on experience? Staff will hint to competing warriors that offering sexual favors to the judges may help improve their scores. What better way to prove their physique is the most superior than to put it to work?

► Royals and Wildcards may purchase warriors for their exclusive entertainment if they so desire. Staff are eager to impress these nobles and make a pretty penny in the process. While this isn’t an official auction, these sneaky staff aren’t above making sure the elite and their requested warrior are left alone in a locked room. You grease my palms, I’ll make sure that sexy warrior greases yours.

WRESTLING MATCHES

► Guests will find that a deep mud pit has been added to the front hub of Talon. Servants are stripped and oiled down before being thrown into the pit to wrestle for the entertainment of the nobles. While staff will take volunteers for wrestling matches, they will also grab whoever looks good, even if they’re just passing by! On-lookers place bets during the matches. The winner of the match will receive a small cut of the prize money.

► Wildcards and royals may enter as well. Servants are expected to throw their matches if they’re facing a noble… and if they don’t, they may be facing some unexpected consequences! All suits are sensitive to the hierarchy and will suddenly flare if a servant starts thrashing a noble.

► During a match-up of nobles, it is expected that the lower ranked noble will throw the match in favor of the higher ranked noble. While royal suits will not flare if this isn’t adhered to, discipline between royals isn’t unheard of!

► Some matches are held under “Special House Rules” — which means that the winner of the match gets to claim and fuck the loser. On-lookers will jeer and demand that the winner publicly fuck the loser where they can watch, but private rooms are available for the winner to claim their spoils of war without sharing.

WAYWARD ARROWS

► An archery range with targets has been established for warriors to show off their shooting skills. Like the arena, there are benches and boxes for the audience to admire this graceful art — or to throw tomatoes from when a warrior misses the mark! Both servants and nobles are welcome to participate as archers.

► Servants have been conscripted to act as moving targets across the range. They are told to heckle the archers while avoiding their arrows, and only advised that the arrows won’t pierce their bodies if they get hit. It’s all fun and games. We can’t have all of our servants dying en masse!

During this portion of the games, archers will be given an assortment of charmed arrows with chalk tips that elicit different effects:

RED ARROW: Chalk powder from red arrows will trigger an intense need for physical release by grinding, humping, or frotting.

BLUE ARROW: Chalk powder from blue arrows is pure aphrodisiac. Inhaling this powder will cause close spike to near-orgasm, one that the target will find that cannot be completed by their own hand.

GREEN ARROW: Chalk powder from green arrows will stir neediness. The hit target will suffer cravings to be sticky and hug, climb, and generally latch on to another person.

PURPLE ARROW: Chalk powder from purple arrows will cause a bad case of loose lips. This may manifest in a compulsion to loudly speak in pretentious purple prose, dirty talk, or say otherwise hilarious things for the amusement of the audience.

► Effects from the arrows will wear off within the hour. Multiple hits from differently colored arrows can create fun new effects so feel free to get creative!

INDULGENCE

DESIRES FROM THE VOID

The spirit of the festivities rouses something primal. With emotions heightened, the core of the Golden Peacock responds in kind. It drinks in the sweat of the warriors in the arena. Inhales the laughter of the royals using servants as furniture. Basks in the brilliant glow of fresh Wildcards. The portraits in the elevators are rowdier than usual and the chandeliers lining the hallways gleam with new vibrance. Energy is palpable.

Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.

And they’re coming out.

GALATEA

► Statues around the resort begin to stir. First it’s with a hazy blink, moving to the slow creak of their stiff mouths. Eventually they break off of their pedestals and out of their poses before clumsily making their way down the hallways, stone feet an emphasized thump with every step. They tremble, their cold stone bodies aching for warmth and human embrace.

► Statues around the resort have begun trying to kidnap guests for themselves. Once they’ve spotted a guest they want, they will stop at nothing to try and drag them back to their pedestal to spend forever locked in love’s embrace with them. They do not need food, drink, or rest.

► There are two ways to put a statue to rest. One is to engage the statue in battle and break off its head. Once the head is broken off, it will cease to have a spirit and crumble to dust. The second is to involve the statue in a physical act of intimacy — have a threesome with it! Or twosome, if someone is willing to watch. In the case of the second, statues will return to their pedestals satisfied upon completion.

► Statues that end up destroyed may drop a small lore hint. They will wheeze as their stone begins to disintegrate, their stone eyes dripping liquid gold tears. “I just wanted to feel alive again… I wanted to feel like you again… to be whole,” will slip past their marble lips before they crumble away.

NARCISSUS

► Gaze into the water. Admire your pretty face, the curve of your lips, the squint of your eyes... wait, are you winking at yourself?! Over the next few weeks, water-based reflections will begin acting of their own free will. They have the ability to move within the scope of the water and speak, their voices muddled but understandable.

► These reflections are extremely flirtatious and charming. They smile and bat their lashes, pretending to be innocent while drawing the original owner in closer. How about a smooch? How about more than a smooch? Their whispered promises are sweet. Salacious. Loving. Anything to get closer to you. Leaning in too close to the water is dangerous — these reflections will reach out and try to drag unsuspecting guests in. Whether this is out of malice or affection is unclear, but how can they possibly make love to you unless you join them in the water?

► Once caught, it is challenging to escape from their phantom limbs in the water alone. Several long-standing guests need to be saved from The Nest’s decorative fountain because they keep coming close to drowning after trying to kiss their reflections. Unfortunately, not every location with water is as prepared to save unsuspecting would-be lovers. No body of water is safe — not even a cup of it!

► Reflections will become increasingly indignant if they're ignored. Their sweet words will take a sharp turn into insults similar to, "I'm the better looking one between us anyway!" They may also let slip some personal secrets like, "This is why Johnny will never love you back! You're so cold, ignoring even yourself!"

Any mention of the fact that they'll end up drowning the character in question will earn a scoff and another small lore hint along the lines of, "Why are you being such a baby? Only the resort can really kill you anyhow. It's not like you'll die forever if I fuck you in here for a while!"

PANDORA’S BOX

► A spider's web threads through the resort. Invisible, but audible to those that are willing to listen. One of the Punishment Rooms on the maintenance levels is unlocked. Without the padlock on the door to keep them silent, silvery whispers drift up from the basement. A brush of thought, a tickle of an idea that won't quite go away — come down… come down and see… what is inside… don't you want to know?

► Those that heed the call and explore the maintenance levels will find the unlocked Punishment Room. The closer one comes to this door, the stronger these voices grow. They will continue calling, eagerly encouraging whoever stops in front of the door to step inside.

► The inside of this Punishment Room is plain. White walls, a single card table, and two plastic chairs. A single lightbulb offers a dusty glow. There is nothing particularly interesting upon first glance. Slowly, the door behind will creak closed until it is closed, locking itself in the process. That small lightbulb will begin to dim until everything inside the room is plunged into darkness.

► This Punishment Room senses the worst memories and fears of one of the captives inside and forces them to experience them in real time. The manifestation of memories or fears inside this room are realistic, to the point that it's impossible to discern whether or not this takes place in reality or the mind. The Punishment Room will randomly select which prisoner to dig from if there is more than one, but all guests inside will experience the room's effects.

► The door cannot be unlocked from the inside. Someone must either open it from the outside or captives must wait until the punishment is over and the door unlocks itself. How long that takes is random, ranging from a few minutes to a few hours. That’s what you get for listening to disembodied voices!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.

▶ 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 would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

▶ 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!

▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.

▶ 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 to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥

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Comments

[tfy]

[Sorry, Bakugo. You may not be a little kid, but you're still younger! Just because Hiyori waltzes around doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants, doesn't give you license to do the same thing as him. He's himself, you're you!]

I'm pretty sure "stealing" is what most people would call it! Heroes don't just take things without saying a word to explain themselves. I'm amazed you haven't gotten in trouble for that yet, considering your rank. People at your level usually can't get away with the sorts of things the so-called higher ranks can get away with. Though I guess the standard "punishment" around here is just an overnight stay in that cushy jail. The food there is surprisingly fresh! It does get boring after a while, though.

[But with Bakugo's powers, he could probably break himself out. And any angry staff members who come chasing after him can most likely be blown away by his explosions. Yep, it's no secret why he doesn't behave himself! Still, Hiyori wags a finger and continues the lecture.]

Anyway, I'm not saying you should have begged them, but there are other ways to get what you want. Someone needs to teach you the art of sweet talk! There's a saying that goes, "You catch more flies with honey than vinegar." As long as you know what to say and how to say it, you can easily get what you want from people~♪ Or at least I can. I'm sure it helps that I'm charismatic and cute, though. But you never know. Maybe people would find you endearing if you smiled more! ... hm?

[They're approaching the hall they were in before. He doesn't see any statue debris up ahead, though. He squints his eyes.]

That's odd. This is where were before, isn't it?

[bleakdecember]

[He feels the void within him, the emptiness now that his fingers are gone. Akechi exhales, fighting the instinctive disappointment when he knows it's leading up to the good stuff. He hangs his head for a moment, adjusting his position slightly to brace again.

He can feel Concord's manhood against him, rubbing against his ass, and. Well, it's not the monster he was a little worried about. He gives a sigh of relief, but it's hard to distinguish that from a needy gasp. Akechi should be able to take him all easily with a bit of patience.

Speaking of. He let out a low groan when Concord pushes in, immediately feeling the stretching. It's a right pinch at first, but settles into a pleasant ache.]

N....No, you're fine. Keep going.

[malpwactice]

[Thankfully, the atmosphere of the hotel was usually able to absorb Aak's troublemaking. If Wriothesley hadn't stepped in and Aak had gone through with his fantasy of poisoning a staff member... depending on the severity of poison he may not be excused for his cuteness. That's another timeline, though, because the naughty poisoner is contained.]

[His fingers trace along the scars, idly considering their age before getting distracted with the other's collarbone. He drags his teeth along the thin layer of skin over bone before giving it a little lick with his rough tongue.]

[Absently, he can tell they're going to the nicer part of the hotel. It was for the best. Having to share his space when he was so worked up would ultimately be a disadvantage. It was a small, messy space with a lot of room for improvement but he didn't want to share it. He would just enjoy other people's rooms, mess them up a little, then return to his nest.]

[Ugh every part of his body feels hot, heavy, or both. Wriothesley has to carry him and, if he demands too much attention, he may get dropped. He jams a hand between his own legs, stroking himself as a stopgap for his activated suit. It's not satisfying, though, and his eyes drift to start counting the doors until the right one.]

[lieabilities]

You did, yes.

[ At least there's a drop of honesty amongst the ever present evasiveness for Bakugo to take. ]

[ He's pleased that Bakugo heads for the pools further in the back, given he's not terribly keen on anyone else being in his immediate vicinity while weakened. It's pleasing enough that he'll even let another bit of truth slip, though he'll leave it to the younger man to try and piece together exactly how his abilities worked. ]

And it is not, yes.

[ Given how aggressively he's trying to figure them out, it's probably best that he didn't use his third. Otherwise he might really be in trouble should they ever end up facing each other again. ]

[armwriostle]

You're always free to ask for a rematch in the future. [Though, he gets the feeling that a match with fists is just not something Kleken really is interested in.

But the man conceding means he can get off the other before lifting the muddied man up in his arms. He pretends to be thoughtful as he starts to carry the other out, uncaring if there's any complaints from the crowd that had been watching.]

I might let you off the hook if the prize is acceptable. [He's messing with Kleken. Wriothesley would be happy with even the most mediocre of prizes. He cared about the actual challenge and not the prize itself. Winning in itself is satisfying.]

[the_roman]

It's an attractive smile -- that edge of mischief, the knowing look concentrated on him. It sends a little flutter of hunger and interest through Alan, less angry than the one he felt when he first stepped off the stage.

"'Not well versed in being respectful.' Never would have guessed it," dryly, "from the thieving and all."

[bullistics]

[ Wow maybe he’s just a nightmare— ]

Hmm…

[ Why is Minos gazing so keenly up at Kleken, anyway? He’s certainly not immune to what those tentacles are doing to him, how they mirror his movements. So that’s Kleken’s game? It’s cute. And in a way, Minos is grateful for it, because it’s a teaching moment for him—and because there’s also the delicious possibility of just what might happen if he puts a little teeth into the equation. After all, somebody needs punishing for daring to call him a “good boy.”

Instead, he opts to engulf that cock of his instead, almost surprised to find how warm and heavy it feels inside his mouth as he tries to suck it in earnest, his motions clumsy and clearly inexperienced even if he’s doing his best to draw as much of Kleken within himself as he’s able.

And if one of his teeth manages to nick a little at sensitive flesh? Well, he can’t fault Minos for being eager, can he? ]

[virtuesignal]

Good. I don't want to stop.

[Concord settles his cock inside Akechi hilt deep, the young man's ass flat to his front. His hand release hips and instead move forward, mounting overtop Akechi. Rough palms smooth over the knuckles of Akechi's hands, pinning them each to where Concord told him to anchor himself against the wall.

His hips pull back and shove forward again with little delay. They're supposed to breed like some prize stallion and mare. So be it. Concord isn't hung up on the indignity of it. Not when he's got an attractive partner beneath him to seek pleasure with. His face finds stride with little warm up, eager to fuck the tight hole he's been presented with.]

[the_roman]

Alan does follow behind him for a few meters, pulling the jacket on properly as he goes. The sleeves are a bit too long, of course. He stops to roll them up.

His thoughts are starting to race along similar lines to Baptiste's. How long could the casino keep them here? If the idea is to make him, specifically, more compliant to its wishes, how long is he willing to be stubborn? The scar on his left hand catches his eye, and he swallows. If it were just him, could he wait it out? Maybe. If it were just the cold, and the inevitable hunger, and loneliness.

(Isn't it tempting already to give in, so you can go back to a warm bed?)

Baptiste seems no more inclined to bend to the casino's will than he is, and in some ways that's a relief. But the instinct to martyr himself is--

His head snaps up at the sound of the branch cracking, and Baptiste's thudding landing on the pavement. Alan starts forward, but Baptiste has his balance back by the time Alan closes the distance.

"Good Lord, proper acrobat, aren't you?" He stoops to collect a few smaller sticks pulled down by Baptiste's prize, and leads the way back towards the shelter. "You do this a lot?"

[rebrandedwarlock]

[The attempt at decency doesn't last, not once Sherwood eyes out through his glasses and sees the bulge Wriothesley is sporting openly. No hiding from it here, even if there's little dignity in it. Though, there's certainly less indignity in just casting the pillow to one side rather than humping it like some hormonal youth.

Sherwood moves the cushion away from himself, letting his cock stand tall and unconstrained by the toga, not wearing anything beneath for small clothes. The size he's packing always impresses, intimidates, or infuriates. Or any mixture therein. How dare a man frustrating as Sherwood have a huge cock, even for his height. He's the world's most annoying man.]

F, fine, fine. Get on with this, to quell the damned heat. [he lays back and raises both gloved hands in a gesture of surrender, as one might display they're unarmed...]

Gloves stay on. No magic, save my own healing. You'll have some honor and call it truce, yes? [have some honor demands the resort's least honorable man]

s'all good ~ rl happens~

[blastedass]

[He doesn't care if people know they're in here; they'd know that the second the shower turned on! Getting an audience is the issue Bakugo wants to avoid, dammit! Which yelling at someone likely is not a good way to accomplish that avoidance. Dammit, don't make him body slam you into the wall, Charlie! He's capable of doing that easily!

Bakugo bares his teeth in a snarl, refusing to lower his leg as long as Charlie's hand stays in his pants. They're pulled tight around the back and sides of his thighs, half-hiked by that lifted limb. After the battle upstairs, of course he's running hot! Even the cold water isn't putting a stop to that so quickly.

The grin on this guy's face... maybe he should slam him.]

You better. [Suspicious as fuck, he eyes Charlie's arm as it reaches past his shoulder, catching the soap out his vision's peripheral, then back to the man's face once more. The way he's leaning against Bakugo's shin means his foot's right there above Charlie's groin. In case he needs to kick him.]

Fix it? What do I look like, a plumber? [But he's reaching down to knob and twisting it to hot, causing the water to slowly increase in temperature over a minute or two. With Charlie stepped back, Bakugo lowers his leg and finishes working his pants down his thighs and knees. He pulls the soaking material off his ankles and drops it in the corner. He could've flung them at Charlie, but the guy would probably pitch them out into the locker room for amusement.] It's warmed up now.

[blastedass]

[Stubborn is right. Bakugo's grumbling about getting it off his elbows and hands. Was this just mud or was there oil in it as well? A furious scrubbing answers that. Just mud. Stubborn mud.]

Some people think this place is alive and feeds off it. ["It" meaning all the perverted things happening around here. Which again raises the question of why they'd attack their own "food" source.]

[blastedass]

Che! [Trying to trick him again like this isn't going to work. Kleken can catch the door with his foot or get bumped in the shoulder/leg depending on whichever one he lets drag as they pass through the door. Bakugo doesn't want interlopers either, careful as he walks along the damp floor. Condensation clings to the walls, drips down the surface of rocks and bricks. It's quieter in here, with a few murmurs of conversation becoming white noise in the distant background.]

No shit. You use your illusions to hide your real body. [Bakugo doesn't sound dismissive or angry, but rather intrigued despite his rough voice. He speculates there's some degree of teleportation that enables Kleken to get from one part of his illusion to another. That or he's extremely fast.] No wonder you're an assassin.

[A successful one at that. Like octopus mimicry.]

it's all good! I am just returning from a mini-hiatus myself so!

[molotovmoustache]

[Of course flattery is enough to keep someone warm at night. Baptiste is no stranger to basking in the positive attention of others. His body is responsive to the wandering touch that caresses over the cleft of his ass - hips shifting as if to present himself for a more thorough touch. A silent goading for the other to continue - as even the roaming touch sends a wave of heat through the chill the suit holds over his body.

To be called eager is an understatement. With his suit activated - Baptiste finds himself drawn to meet the promising warmth of the other’s touch. A ravenous mouth accepts the finger that is pressed inside with a greedy ease. Even when fingertip presses deep - there is no sign of a gag reflex (as the arts of flame swallowing and sword swallowing had long trained such a reflex away.)

Baptiste sucks against the intrusive finger, as the other’s steady teasing works him up. A dusting of pink is already beginning to spread over his cheeks as his tongue swirls over the other’s finger.

It’s only when he pauses for breath does he speak against the intrusion in his mouth.]

I’m not exactly the patient sort, my dear. [Especially not now.] Prying eyes don’t bother me, so if they’ll bother you… you’ll have to lead me away.

[Oil slick fingers run over the particularly sensitive skin of a nipple, tugging and toying as he waits for the other’s next call.]

[keyeju]

[ If in some wild twist Narumi ever manages to convince Zhongli to sleep with him again after the man has been forced to witness the state of his room, then Narumi is going to make sure to cut him off before the negotiations can get long and drawn out. Nothing will kill his own boner faster than having to have a meeting about kink negotiations first.

Getting to watch a man strip in a hurry is a different matter though, and his nice fit (ignores the otherwise unimpressive comment) body isn't bad to look at. Narumi might not be a particularly looks focused man, but he does appreciate a little toned muscle, even if it's on the leaner side.

It's not the the light layering of musculature or the smooth skin that really catches his attention though, it's the scales that break up that smooth skin into something rougher, and he hums distractedly at the question as he reaches out to brush his fingers teasingly over Zhongli's side to get a feel for the scales on his skin. It's possible they're just a highly detailed set of tattoos, but a textured surface is a much more interesting find. ]

Couple different things as far as I know, but I'm not against the classics.

[blastedass]

[That doesn't give Parrot a right to call him a kid or pretend he is one, dammit! And he's going to ram this cart right into Hiyori's shins if he catches wind of him levying that hypocritical commentary at him. Luckily for the other boy, Bakugo wasn't there when he regaled the staff with his story while the blonde filched a cart.]

I'm not explaining shit to these people. They're the ones who treat everyone like crap based on rank! [From what he knows that Hiyori's told him, a 3 of Spades wasn't going to be loaned a cart by some snooty restaurant manager. Beside, he DID explain why he needed the cart: statue attack! Not his fault those idiots could parse the warning from his threat. He grits his teeth when Hiyori brings up the punishment. Yeah, there is that, and Bakugo doesn't like getting marks on whatever record he's got. But for a place that bases its "livelihood" on kidnapping people, he has zero respect.] You've been there already, huh?

[Jail. He could break himself out. Bakugo already nuked the fucking lifeguards twice during the beach event. And he's avoiding any of that "enslavement" crap from this one. He's more than willing to obey the rules when the rules aren't made by fucking villains! Which is exactly what he's calling the resort and its staff, who go along with it. Still, he's listening, not happily, but listening.]

I blow flies up! [That or kills them with a flyswatter like an absolute badass. Hiyori's prattling on and on, grating down Bakugo's tolerance the more further they go. Sweet talk? Fuck that! Trying to change his personality and image!] Shut up! You're like a gaudy version of Denim Hea-

[Urk. The yell cuts in his throat when they round the corner into the hall again. It's... it's gone. The statue's gone. He sweeps the area with his eyes. No chunks. No pebbles. Not even dust. Everything's completely vanished as if the battle had never taken place.] What the hell!? Of course this is where we were! Look, the plant's still turned from the blast.

[Did someone take it? Did the resort relocate it? Or did it reform and run off like a freaking monster?]

[wray]

I was assigned this room from the very start, but I believe you can be rewarded with it if you play their game enough.

[ Maybe??? He doesn't sound sure sincec he's only doing the bare minimum, but he won't be surprised if this is the case. As for the next question, however— he falls silent for a moment. ]

I'm not certain if there are limits, but I thought if both parties agree to it, then...

[ Everyone can go as wild as they want? He's got no room to judge at this point. ]

Are you concerned about it?

[ Is Zhongli into freaky things???? ]

[ratratrat]

[A body slam into the wall wouldn't cause Charlie any chagrin - he'd just been pressed up against the boy moments before. He'd probably enjoy the chance to be close again, regardless of any bruising pain that accompanied it.

Really, with how agitated this guy is, he's already accepted the inevitability of more battery.

With a sneer, Charlie maintains his distance and allows a moment of silence. He turns the soap over in his hand, lathering up his palm. His other hand works his collar and buttons, eventually tossing his soaked through, stained white garment into the corner with the shreds of Bakugo's clothes.

Warm haze begins to tickle his skin, the surface cooling just as quickly as the sensation comes. He'll need to stand directly under the shower stream to enjoy any of its actual heat. Or, you know, cuddle up to Bakugo again. Intention reads clearly on his face as he looks the boy over before reaching to tap at his shoulder.]

You're gonna need this. [He raises his soapy hand.] You did a lot for me earlier, let me help you out here. I'll wash you up. [And, as if to punctuate that this is indeed a favor and not a demand, he waits for a response.

Not that he's planning on keeping his hands to himself.]

no omg i didn't even notice

[astrolabium]

[ The flush already present in Mona's cheeks deepens as Hilda's hand travels up, her skin strikingly soft and inherently feminine. In return, Mona gives Hilda a flustered glance before lowering her chin and huffing softly, a small smile on her face. Her attempt as flirting was successful, so she's admittedly pleased. ]

No, I'm certain it'll last. I have avoided playing the games here until now, but... I suppose you could say I was drawn to you.

[ Above them, the numerical plate slips past six and seven before settling on the number eight. The elevator jostles again, and then the doors slide open to reveal Mona's floor. Her fingers tighten in Hilda's as she takes the first step forward, her long, black hair fluttering out behind her. ]

This meeting was preordained by fate, [ she continues, guiding Hilda with a seemingly more confident stride. ] We were destined to be together.

[ And isn't that romantic? To think that the stars aligned for this moment, for the two of them to join hands and unravel each other. An astrologist is taught that there is no such thing as a coincidence; instead, they are urged to accept the world's design. Mona, too, welcomes her fate.

These thoughts remain up until they arrive in front of her suite's door. ]

[apothecrazy]

[ His sigh is met with a curious expression. Despite her time here, she still doesn't quite understand the more subtle ways people show their emotions. His words, however, make it very clear how he's feeling.

She hums thoughtfully, fingers curling as she brings a knuckle to her chin. ]

You do not feel as if you will come to release in the next few minutes? [ She tilts her head, having hoped that would be the case. Perhaps it depends on the person? That's the only conclusion she can come to without more testing.

In any case, it sounds like she's only made things worse for him and should take responsibility. What a pain, she thinks. Still, it would be a good chance to collect a new card and stave off her own suit activation. ]

I suppose it can't be helped. [ She murmurs as she looks him over. ] Perhaps we can start with a physical examination and see where it goes?

[belialedge]

[ If something is steering her along, than it appeared that Ragna didn't mind being her final destination by the way he doesn't shy away or flinch at her tracing the marred, jagged skin that connects his human flesh to the blackened limb. If anything, his own suit responding to such visual and physical stimulation, preying upon his heightened sensitivity and growing arousal, made him that much more receptive as her more slender digits dance up his shoulder. It wouldn't feel any different to the touch for Hilda, but to the Grim Reaper she's standing so dangerously close to beneath the beating water of the showerhead?

It burns. It burns so fucking good having her this close to him. Any closer and he'd have those fuller, wet breasts of hers swelling against his chiselled front. She's so gentle in the way she explores him, however, that... ]

Hah... [ Sorry. ] Tickled there.

[ "Flare up like this, you mean?" ]

Yeah...real pain in the ass, that.

[ His gaze was intense, mismatched hues that were so tender before as he cared for and nurtured her away from the trauma of nearly drowning within her own distorted reflection...and it's all a prelude for that hand of his gliding against the dip of her back. Only to slide right back down and take a more possessive squeeze of her bubbly butt as his skin tingles at her touching his waist. ]

They say the diamonds get it the worst. [ Care to find out how? ] More sensitive, going into heat...

[ And as he steps in against her, their damning size difference made all the more apparent as his arousal thickens and grows with each beat of his excited heart, ]

Insatiable as hell...

[ As insatiable as his cock sandwiched between their wet bodies was, growing and twitching against her softer body as the bell end is just shy of the underside of her tits. ]

[lieabilities]

Oh yes, I'm doing my best to be an absolute ruffian.

[ Though he isn't doing much more than pinning Jun down and sitting on him at the moment. There is a woefully low amount of things he can do physically past this point, not without dipping into the survival moves of his past, but he can at least catch on to Jun's annoyance with the mud. Though his hands stay on the younger man's wrists as firmly as he can, the water ratio in the mud on Jun's face starts to rapidly increase, causing it all to wash away and leaving him with a clear but damp face. ]

[ He's helping... mostly. ]

How long do you suppose I must keep you pinned here for my win?

[ Because if Jun does manage to wriggle himself out, it'll be his near immediate loss and he'd much rather get a win while he's up. Literally. ]

[lieabilities]

Oh I think they'd rather like the same thing I would.

[ When Rinne spreads his legs on his own, a few tentacles are quick to move, curling around his thighs and leaving their ends free to trace wet lines over smooth inner thighs. It's not quite a restraint, Rinne will find that he can quite easily move his legs with little effort, but their immediate desire to involve themselves is just maybe growing clearer and clearer. ]

A mirroring affection, perhaps?

[ He leans in, blowing a cool breath over the damp fabric over Rinne's crotch while several tentacles rise up around them both, leaning in eagerly. ]

[ Waiting. ]

[lieabilities]

[ It's cute, watching Natsume try to keep his focus. Endearing even, for a man who most enjoys watching someone fall apart. ]

[ And while his hips remain still with great effort, the tentacles swallowed up into Natsume's body and touching over him from the outside are doing their best stir the younger man into mindless bliss. A pair of tentacles find their way to Natsume's nipples, suckers pressing over them to tug at the sensitive nubs, while another hovers itself dangerously close to his sensitive cock. If he lifts himself high enough, the tentacles 'kisses' over the head of his dick, but to do so he'll have to slip almost entirely off of Kleken and his twist of tentacles. ]

[ As for the two inside of him, they begin to shift on the odd thrust in, sometimes turning so that their suckers are pressing against the other's inner walls, sometimes turning so it's the same smooth surface that they'd started this with. Sometimes one tentacle would do it, sometimes both. And sometimes, just rarely, the bulge themselves out from around Kleken's cock to fully press themselves against his inner walls, seeking out that mind-numbingly sensitive spot inside of him. ]

You look lovely like this.

[asixthsense]

[Which one of them had been hit with the aphrodesiac again? Natsume felt as though his body were on fire from how aroused he was. His body was being attacked with pleasure from all sides, making it hard to hold himself back. Precome had started to bead and drip from the head of his cock, only to get kissed away by that hovering tentacle, a line of the sticky substance stretching between them. It was maddening, not just with how hard he had to work to get such a brief touch to his cock, but also the way his chest felt over-sensitized from the sudden attention to his swiftly hardening nipples.

It was as if twin points of heat were arrowing down toward his cock, with another building up from below where those devious tentacles had turned downright evil in the sensations they were giving him. Natsume couldn't help but cry out loudly every time they massaged roughly, or a sucker found and tugged against his prostate.

Then there was the heat of Kleken's voice washing over him again with praise. His efforts not to touch himself directly were rewarded with that one simple phrase, affirmation that the man was enjoying this as well. Natsume couldn't imagine what it must feel like for him, to have his cock wrapped so tightly with his own tentacles, to have that pressure and that buffer from the friction at the same time.]

I can't stop, I have to-!

[It was the combination of all three things at the same time; the sucking at his nipples, the brush against the head of his cock, and the rare thrust against that one spot the tentacles had been teasing. All of at once had Natsume's back arching sharply as he slammed himself down this time. He was barely able to get out a warning before he came in a thick arc that splashed across Kleken's chest first, then another pulse that landed on the man's stomach.

Natsume himself looked to be following suit, his pleasure-dazed expression making him look mind-broken as he fell forward.]