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! ♥

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[abit_ofboth]

To say Loki is annoyed would be an understatement. He glares in the direction the arrow came from and the man standing there looks familiar, but Loki can't quite believe it is who he thinks it is. It's like every couple of months he runs into Peter and he's a bit of a different person, but no matter what, he never thought he'd see him actively participating in a game like this.

Guess he didn't really know him.

Doing his best to keep some sort of dignity, Loki holds himself upright and begins walking directly towards the figure in the distance. It's a little difficult with the raging erection tenting the front of his pants and anyone looking closely enough would see the mix of lust, rage and desperation on Loki's face. If there's one thing he knows about the aphrodisiacs around here, it's that the affects are rarely something you can manage alone.

"I really hoped I was wrong." He says as soon as he's in front of Peter. "Unless they forced this on you as well?" Though considering how the Wildcards and Royalty had been acting lately, he doubts it. "So, what is it? You one of the fake gods? Or did they finally give you a card?" As he speaks, there's a tinge of a moan in his tone and he can't help but press his palm to the front of his pants.

[canttrickmeanymore]

Peter stands with his shoulders back and his head up. Somehow also looking down his nose in Loki's direction. Bow still at his side. He is actually enjoying this.

Especially watching Loki try to walk while also being incredibly turned on. Peter grins wickedly, clearly amused by this development.

"Wrong about what?" he asks, feigning innocence. He knows exactly what. "Fake gods? That's how you intend to approach this?" Yeah, he's being an absolute jerk. His eyes glance down to follow Loki's hands, then back up again, still amused.

[abit_ofboth]

Look, Loki actually likes Peter, and though he is highly annoyed right now, he's also aware that this attitude is likely the fault of the hotel. Of course, none of that helps him feel better right now. He gives Peter his best menacing glare as he comes to a stop right in front of him.

"Are you saying you've reached godhood since our last encounter?" His tone is less than amused. Okay, so maybe a part of him is a little hurt. He'd come to think of Peter as a friend, but really Loki should know better. Anyone who might have heard of him before is unlikely to think much of him now.

Loki huffs in annoyance. "Well, if you did not take aim with a purpose, I suppose I must go find someone else to help with my affliction. Trust I will not forget this though." He mostly manages to keep his tone in check, but there is a breathlessness to it that he can't quite control. He's going to need to find someone to help him out and fast or he's going to break down right here in front of all these people.

[canttrickmeanymore]

This is definitely the hotel's influence. And it's very likely Peter will be horrified when it wears off and he realizes how he was behaving. Because this - this is not him. Not the him he wants to be.

"It would appear so," he says. He's being pampered and worshiped and elevated, so it would seem that he's above the rest now. The part he doesn't realize is that it's very likely this is all temporary. However, once this all wears off, Peter will be back to being Peter again. Probably.

Confused, Peter tips his head to one side. "Why do you think I didn't have a purpose?" He takes a step forward and taps the bow against Loki's chest. "I meant to hit you. I just didn't realize you could snatch arrows out of the air." He shrugs. "Turns out that doesn't matter, because the intended affect, well -" He waves a hand at Loki coated in the blue powder.

[abit_ofboth]

Depending on how this goes, Loki will likely forgive him later, but this might make him a little wary. He doesn’t think he’s ever underestimated him, but he’ll be sure to remember that this sort of reaction is possible from Peter.

Yes well, the bigger they get, the harder they fall. Words to live by, at least in Loki’s experience. He just smirks, or tries to. The longer he stands here, the more desperate he feels. His cock is so hard it’s painful and he’s on the verge of begging or relief, but he does his best to hold onto sanity. Much longer though and he knows he’ll end up begging to be fucked right there out in the open.

“Well, you do not seem to want to help at all, so what, was this purely for torture? Have I done something to offend you since we last spoke? If your purpose was to hit me, then why? I truly did not think you disliked me this much.” By the time he finishes speaking, he’s almost shouting, the need to come pumping through his veins along with the aphrodisiac currently driving him mad.

[canttrickmeanymore]

Peter holds his arms out to either side in a grand gesture, his sleeve sliding up his arms to reveal silvery designs winding around his skin. They swirl and twist from his hands, up his arms, disappearing beneath the sleeves. They exist on his legs as well, but those aren't visible in his current state of dress.

"How can I help if I don't know what's wrong?" He doesn't know - not exactly. Sure, he is aware of Loki's current discomfort, but not the extent. Nor that there is actually a problem. "You have yet to ask for my help. What is it that you need?" he asks, full of saccharine. He'll definitely help. In his own time, and in his own way, of course.

[abit_ofboth]

If it were possible, smoke would be coming out of his ears like in a cartoon. He scowls, an expression that has left many shaking in their boots, though he wouldn’t be surprised if whatever is affecting Peter now means it will not shake him in the least.

It doesn’t stop Loki from being angry and frustrated though.

Loki steps right up into Peter’s personal space and grabs him by his shirt. Part of him is aware that if he continues this way, he’s going to be punished for daring to mistreat someone of Peter’s current stature, but he can’t bring himself to care.

When he speaks, his voice comes out low, shaky and a healthy combination of angry and desperate. “Do you mean to tell me that you shot me with an arrow without any idea of what it was meant to do?” He can feel tears of frustration fill his eyes, only serving to make him angrier. Part of him wants to hurt Peter, but the aphrodisiacs he’s currently riddled with make him want Peter to do things to him instead.

“Would you like me to beg? Is that it?” He speaks through gritted teeth, hardly aware that Peter is right, he hasn’t asked for help. Though really, at least part of what is left of his mind thought since he has claimed to have aimed for him, that he knew what he was getting into when he shot at Loki in the first place.

[canttrickmeanymore]

That scowl does little more than amuse this twisted version of Peter Parker. Loki is free to be as incensed as he'd like.

The startle from Peter when Loki grabs his shirt is almost imperceptible, but there. Briefly. Loki is being bold with these actions.

Peter shakes his head. "Of course not. I shot you with an arrow expecting you to have some goddamned manners and make your impassioned plea for my help." No one would ever recognize this version of Peter Parker. Who even is he?

"But, if you'd rather handle this on your own..." He starts to turn as though he might leave Loki there - alone.

[abit_ofboth]

The amusement he sees in Peter’s face is both foreign and infuriating. He knows this is the work of this hotel, but he’s far too gone to be able to care right now.

Even if it is brief, Loki notices and smirks, though it’s a pale comparison to his normal smirking ability. Still, he holds on to shirt, pulling him closer. Peter might be stronger than most mortals, but does that mean he’s stronger than Loki? He doubts it.

“If you expected that from me, then you don’t know me at all.” Not that Peter ever really knew him. They had a few fun times previously, but what does this guy really know about Loki? Clearly he isn’t one of the people Thor went blabbing to about his errant little brother.

As Peter turns to leave, Loki hears himself say “wait!” And it’s a lot more desperate than he’d prefer. Through gritted teeth he manages, “please, would you help me.”

It’s about as impassioned as he’s going to get.

[canttrickmeanymore]

A glance down to where Loki is holding his shirt, then back up to the desperation the man may be trying to hide on his face. Peter knows it's there even if Loki is hiding it.

Peter snorts. "I sucked your dick once, that's hardly enough to get to know anyone." And it's only partly true. They'd talked a few times too. The blowjob was really only one small part of their various interactions.

And, no, Thor didn't talk to Peter about Loki. The only time they really spoke at all was some passing chitchat at Tony's funeral. Even dead, Tony was the primary topic of conversation.

Peter turns back, clearly hearing that increased desperation. "Now you want my help?" he asks as though he might still consider leaving Loki to fend for himself.

He rolls his eyes as though he's terribly put out by this whole ordeal (despite it being his idea - he's fickle today, okay?), and waves for Loki to follow him. "Come on. I'm not doing this out in the middle of the archery area." And leads him to a private room he's found somewhere full of fluffy soft pillows and cushions.

"First, you should take off your clothes. Then, I think I'd like to see you on your knees." Peter Parker is rarely this confident and domineering. This is so wildly out of character people who know him would think he'd swapped bodies with someone else.

[abit_ofboth]

All Loki can do is stare, his brow furrowed in annoyance, but for once he manages to keep his mouth shut, even if he has to grind his teeth to do so. The blowjob had been quite good, but they both know they’d met other times. It doesn’t matter though. That’s clearly not the point right now.

His expression darkens, if that’s even possible at this point. The truly sad part is, the more Peter acts like this, the more desperate he feels. It’s not been all that often that he’s submitted to anyone, but the combination of Peter acting like this and the aphrodisiacs are making Loki painfully hard.

He’s really gotta start recognizing how much he actually likes being treated like this.

“Thank you.” He just barely manages to get that out as he follows Peter to one of the private rooms not far away. It’s almost painful to walk by this point, but he manages to keep up. He doesn’t even argue about the clothes, but instead immediately unbuttons his shirt and lets it slip off his shoulders before undoing the fly of his pants and letting them fall to his ankles. He has not bothered with underwear. Nor with magically removing his clothing for once. He’s far too distracted by the aphrodisiacs and worries he might actually mess up the rather simple spell.

“May I kneel on a pillow?” He kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants. It scares him a bit, how quickly he’s taking to this submission, but he can’t deny in the moment that it’s only serving to turn him on more.

[canttrickmeanymore]

None of Loki's glaring or grumping is bothering Peter at all. In fact, he, quite possibly, finds it amusing. And he is definitely intrigued by just how painfully hard Loki's cock is.

Also by how much Loki seems to like being ordered around. Not that under normal circumstances Peter would be at all good at being more of a dominant, but maybe he can help Loki find someone who is.

Whatever is currently affecting Peter has him very pleased at the near immediate obedience of the command he gave. That is ridiculously hot. Power or something like it is a heady drug.

Peter motions to the cushions on the floor. "Of course. I'm not unreasonable." Not entirely. "And since I can't be sure you'll be able to manage afterward, I want you to handle me first. Are you any good at sucking cock?"

Assuming so, Peter will draw his out and let Loki get to work. It's unlikely to take very long for Peter to get off, but he doesn't care about that. This is so he's more comfortable for when he teases Loki in a few minutes.

[abit_ofboth]

Being amused at his pain only serves to make Loki glower more, even if he’s well aware that it does nothing to help matters. This whole situation is odd, but Loki is coming to accept that at least for the time being, Peter is very good at giving orders and Loki very much wants to take them.

Maybe once all of this is over, they can talk about it, but right now talking is the absolute last thing on his mind.

And seeing Peter pleased is making Loki feel like he’s doing something right and there’s a headiness to that he couldn’t express if he tried. Perhaps he could blame that as much on the strong aphrodisiac running through his system as much as Peter could blame the hotel is doing to him.

Before he answers, Loki falls gracefully to his knees on a pillow in front of Peter and grins up at him. “I suppose we’ll have to see, but I have not had any complaints.”

His eyes darken as Peter pulls out his cock, his own visibly twitching between his legs. Loki suddenly wants to suck him so badly he can actually feel his mouth begin to water. Without wasting another moment, Loki reaches out and takes Peter in hand, stroking him lightly before looking up at Peter and licking a long strip up his cock from base to tip. Then he wraps his lips around the head, his eyes slipping closed as the taste and smell of his musk fills Loki’s senses and he begins to slowly take him in.

[canttrickmeanymore]

Peter will be running around throwing apology notes at everyone he encountered during this whole situation. He's going to feel horrible for acting this way and treating people the way he has been/is.

He does rather enjoy Loki immediately dropping to his knees and getting to work. Someone should definitely take this power away from him soon before it goes entirely to his head and makes him do terrible things.

"Let's hope you don't have any after this either," he says. Clearly, he's ready for Loki to get started and groans deep in his chest at the first touch of the man's tongue on his cock.



[ooc: soooo this ttly got lost in my inbox and i forgot about it... whooops!]

[abit_ofboth]

As far as Loki is concerned, Peter has nothing to apologize for. If anything, the House is to blame, but in the moment Loki doesn’t care either way. Later he will not admit to such things, but he is rather enjoying being on his knees with Peter’s cock in his mouth. Right then, he can’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else.

It’s probably a good thing that it’s Loki Peter has run into in this state because he well and truly wants him to do terrible things to him. He could think of nothing he wants more.

Normally he would respond, but Loki can’t conceive of not having Peter’s cock in him in someway now that he has it. Instead he just moans softly around him, hopefully causing vibrations to run through the other man. He doesn’t stop, just keeps slowly taking more and more of him in until he feels the head of Peter’s cock hit the back of his throat.

[ooc: No worries! Have totally done this myself.]

[canttrickmeanymore]

Peter will definitely not see it as something he can gloss over. But that's future Peter's problem.

Or, maybe, it's Loki who is the lucky one. Peter shot him with an arrow and now Loki gets the pleasure of sucking Peter's cock.

Dropping a hand to push his fingers into Loki's hair, he rocks his hips forward, pushing himself deeper. His head tilts back as he enjoys every bit of Loki's attention.

[abit_ofboth]

If Loki is doing his job properly, they’re hopefully both on the lucky side. Peter might regret this later, but Loki certainly won’t, and he’ll have no problem telling Peter as much. In the meantime, all he wants is for Peter to get as much pleasure out of this as he is, more actually. He’ll pull out all the stops just so long as Peter comes.

Of course, considering the intense aphrodisiacs running through him, he also wants to come, but for now he’s happy just to have Peter’s cock in his mouth.

Loki groans deeply as Peter’s hand winds into his hair, holding him as he thrusts forward. It chokes off the sound of his moan as his airway is blocked, but it doesn’t bother Loki. He swallows deeply, doing everything in his power to take all of Peter, willing him to take control and fuck his throat.

[canttrickmeanymore]

This will be one of the few times Peter has the good variety of luck, rather than the absolute shitshow his luck usually is.

If Loki does a good job, Peter might have mercy on him and let him come - eventually.

For the moment, however, he is going to hold onto Loki's head and rock his hips forward and back, using the man's mouth like a toy.

[abit_ofboth]

In Loki’s mind, Peter isn’t the only one currently having a round of good luck, though some of that might be due to just how turned on he is. It’s not his first time with aphrodisiacs around here, but this is easily the most intense it has ever felt. Enough so that even just giving Peter pleasure and being used in kind is helping ease some of the discomfort he feels with how hard his cock is.

His jaw begins to ache as Peter continues to thrust into mouth, each thrust hitting the back of his throat easily. He can feel tears streaming down his face as he tries not to choke on each thrust. His throat is going to be sore after this and if he’s lucky, so will his ass, but he won’t ask, won’t beg. No, he’ll happily kneel here and let Peter use him however he wishes for as long as he wishes.

Loki moans again at that thought, unable to help how much he’s enjoying giving into such things.