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

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[ Managing to whimper out a breathy 'mhm' before a blissful shudder works through her, making the hand wrapped around his cock tighten carefully, but hungrily. He's so hard she swears she can feel his pulse thundering through his veins, mirroring her own racing heart that only beats faster as his fingers trace up her slit before his thumb settles on her clit. ]

Right now, Sanji. [ It's impossible not to sound pleading as the attention of his thumb leaves that bud swelling and throbbing the longer it's teased, her entrance quivering and slick as the anticipation builds and threatens to erode what remains of Nami's composure. ] I need your cock filling me. [ It's crazy that she's saying all this without something in the resort pushing her to that level of abandon, but – it's Sanji. Right now, she doesn't care how clear she makes it that she's missed him – missed all of them, desperately.

Another soft, needy sound rushes past her lips as he comes close enough for the thick head of his cock to leave drops of cum streaked against her folds. Those hot droplets seem to sear into her skin, ensuring that her cunt's visibly quiver when he spreads her open to tease her further with the closeness of his cock. ] Fuck me, Sanji. Fill me with this gorgeous cock.[ The hand wrapped around him strokes down to his base, guiding his head to skim against her entrance as she breathes his name again, watching him through her eyelashes before her mouth claims his in another kiss. ]

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[ There’s a moment where his breath catches in his throat, and he stares at her, gaze full of wonder, at the way she practically pleads for his cock. Sanji’s already heard plenty about the tricks the House licks to play to force them to play the game, but staring down at her with wide-eyed awe, smile even softer than his touch as the space between them slowly disappears, he doesn’t think that’ll ever be necessary, not for her, not for him, not when his cock is embarrassingly hard and her cunt is utterly soaked.

The sight of fat droplets of precum spill on to her swollen folds, adding to the slick mess that coats them, has him shuddering with want as she urges him closer, cock throbbing as the tip presses flush against the heat of her. Her mouth consumes him—a kiss that’s equal parts needy, and sweet, and blissful— as he murmurs her name, teeth grazing her bottom lip when it breaks a moment later. ]

I will. Fuck, yeah, I’ll fuck you, Nami. Right now. Gonna take my time and fill you up with my cock. [ It’s a soft, sweet promise against her mouth, his gaze locked against hers, forehead flush against hers, fingers stroking her cheek gingerly, hand gently unwrapping her grip on the base of his cock and replacing it with his own. Sanji takes a deep breath, face flushed and eyes bright with anticipation and pure, sweet desire, and makes good on his promise with a thrust that’s slow and gentle and utterly unhurried.

He wants to savor it and so he does. From the moment his head’s inside her, stretching her open, he’s left groaning softly against her mouth, eyes half-lidded but still watching her every expression intently, as more and more of his cock fills her. With every second that passes, he’s more fully enveloped by her— sheathed in that slick heat that squeezes tight around him— until his hips are flush against hers, and he’s left gasping, kissing her mouth with an almost desperate fervor. ] Perfect— [ Sanji murmurs between kisses, both hands catching her cheeks, hips still for a long moment. ] —your cunt’s perfect, Nami, oh fuck, it’s so perfect for my cock. Even better than I hoped.

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[ Every filthy word of that promise leaves her body burning, and her heavy-lidded stare fixed on his, watching through her eyelashes as horny adoration parades across his expression, sparking desire in her just as effectively as the hard heat of his cock as he guides her hand away and shifts forward enough to only just delve past her entrance. Sanji keeps his eyes on her, and normally that might make her bristle over being so exposed, but right now, when there's nothing to do but relish in the presence of the most familiar face she's seen in a painfully long time. Later, she'll dwell on how this might have come across to him, but for now Nami's happy to get exactly what she wants. ]

Fuck me– [ She's repeating herself, but she's past the point of caring, her tongue dragging against his bottom lip as the slow way his cock sinks into her waiting heat leaves her keenly aware of every touch of lust that alights on her features, firm in the knowledge that he's watching all of it as closely as she's ended up watching him. The muscles of her inner thighs are already trembling by the time he's drawn to the hilt, his hips pressed against his, mirroring their parted lips as they both seem to get caught in a moment of reveling ]

Sanji…

[ His name seems to come from low in her chest, steeped in every ragged breath she takes, and the timbre of how deeply her affection for him runs. Both hands free to find his skin, her fingers run up Sanji's body, memorizing every inch of the landscape that moves under her palms before her palms curve, cradling the sides of his face as she kisses him, nodding in earnest agreement about how perfect this feels. One leg stays wrapped around his hips, as the other presses back against the edge of the table she's perched on, allowing Nami the leverage she wants to keep him pressed deep inside her while she grinds against his cock. ]

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[ Just when Sanji thinks this moment can’t be any more perfect, she says his name like that— low and heated and steeped in equal parts of desire and affection— and proves how wrong his certainty is. Cock lodged deep within the tight grip of her cunt, his body shudders as he delights in everything about this— in the need on her face that mirrors his own, in the wandering touch of her fingers as she maps the plane of his stomach and chest, in the rush of pleasure that already leaves his nerves buzzing— while they bask in the feeling together. That stillness only lasts for so long, though, and it’s the touch of her lips against his own combined with the writhing of her hips that shatters it. ]

Nami—

[ Her name is a quiet groan, breathlessly gasped against her mouth, bright eyes staring deep into her brilliant ones. Perfect— it really is, perfect and wonderful and sweet and perfect— but with the warmth of her mouth against his, it’s also not enough. Nowhere near enough. That might be selfish, might be greedy, but he doesn’t care, hands sliding away from her face, fingers caressing her cheeks and shoulders until his palms are smoothing down the gentle curve of her waist as his hips roll forward, working in tandem with hers to grind his cock deeper, before they settle on her hips. He grins at her, face flushed, eyes lust-dark, smile bright and trembling, and kisses her again, tongue licking into her mouth to taste the sweet heat of her. ] Gonna move now— gonna fuck you, as good as I can.

[ With that warning, murmured low and huskily against her mouth, his hips sway back and tug a small portion of his length free of her cunt. A pause, fingers gently gripping the tender flesh of her hips, and then he’s fully inside her again with a short, sharp thrust that leaves him gasping against her mouth. Even that small motion sends pleasure jolting up his spine, mouth barely biting back a lurid groan of her name while failing to stop a hissed fuck, and it’s still not enough. The next thrust is longer, faster, harder, head turned to the side to drop hot, greedy kisses along her bare neck, skin barely muffling another hissed curse of pleasure. ] So good— [ It’s a husky murmur as he glances up at her out of the corner of his eye, teeth grazing sensitive skin. ] You’re making me feel so damn good right now.

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[ Without having spent months trapped in this place, she wouldn't have been so willing – eager, even – to blur and then cross the line between what it means to be crewmates and whatever they'll come to mean to one another here. However, while they're like this, with the weight and warmth of his body sinking deep under her skin until her senses seem to crackle with newfound awareness, she would be hard-pressed to deny how sorely the sense of loneliness without her crew has left her aching.

The sound of her name in his mouth makes her heart race, and the slick warmth of her cunt tighten around his cock in response. Her lips are kiss-swollen and parted gently, eyes dazed and dreamy until the first rocking motion of his hips sends a tense shudder through her body. ] As good as you can– [ Nami echoes, her voice soft with sweet abandon before she's got to pause and stifle a moan against his mouth, her lips tightening around the tip of his tongue, sucking lightly for a moment before she yields up the space she needs to speak. ]

It's so good, you feel so fucking perfect right now, Sanji.

[ Her hands travel as well, too eager and greedy for all of him to trail over the line of his jaw alone, her fingers sinking into his hair instead as Sanji's lips find her neck, his hips snapping forward harder as his momentum builds, taking the hungry heat roiling inside her right along with it. The leg wrapped around him tightens, as urgent and greedy as the way her hips arch up, eager to take as much of his length as she can each time he thrusts into the velvety clutch of her cunt. ] I wanna feel you come, Sanji, want it all deep in my cunt.

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[ There are lots of unanswered questions about what happens next— at least, there are for Sanji, who still isn’t used to this place— but all of them cease mattering the moment he starts to move. His ability to think about anything but her and this vanish as she clenches tight around him, body trembling as he sinks back inside her, lust-dark eyes drinking in every expression as he fucks into her. Without even meaning to, he matches her stifled moan with a low groan of delight as her mouth brushes against his, the hard line of his cock throbbing as it leaks precum inside her. ]

So do you, Nami. Fuck, you feel so fucking good, your cunt is perfect for my cock—

[ A piece of him is aware that he’s close to babbling right now, that with every passing second and every greedy buck of his hips, he’s losing himself to the sheer pleasure of being with her. He’s drunk on her, right now, on the feeling of being inside her, of being able to touch and kiss any piece of her he likes. It may not be smart, letting himself drown in how much he’s enjoying violating the line between crewmates and whatever else they’re going to be, but fuck if he doesn’t enjoy it. ]

Gonna come so hard for you, spill every drop in your cunt. [ He affirms, voice ragged as the slick, obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of her cunt grows louder, that desperate need for more driving him to keep increasing the pace of his fucking. Just as desperate to touch more of her and grant her even more pleasure, he snakes a hand up between them and roughly palms and squeezes a full breast, thumb and forefinger tugging and rolling the stiff peak of the breast between them. For once, he feels well and truly greedy, mouth hot as he covers her neck in more suckling kisses, teeth gently scraping against her skin, as he works his way higher and higher until he’s pressing a kiss that’s steeped in hunger and greed and passion against her mouth, tongue tracing the seam of her lips for a brief moment before plunging inside. ] I wanna feel you come, too, Nami, wanna feel you come all over my cock.

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[ Nothing could ever matter as much as the heat and weight in the way he looks at her. The expression on his face is all it takes to keep her from thinking about anything beyond the present, all the pragmatism she leans so heavily on, out of reach. Just that is a change. It takes a lot for Nami to forsake practicality completely, and while the casino has lit a fire inside that drove her to interesting choices on more than one occasion, the earnest way she collides with Sanji is something else entirely.

She's overjoyed, the loneliness she's quietly dealt with shed like a heavy overcoat in a warm room. When the dust settles, and the way things have changed between them all become glaringly apparent, that he's trapped her right along with her is going to feel like a horrible price to have to pay, but here and now, she can't remember a time she's been happier to be with anybody.

His name repeats in breaths and whimpers while his hand palms over her breast, the jolts of pleasure moving through her sharpening as he tugs and teases the stuff peak of her nipple, making her fingertips press hard against his shoulders, clinging to him while relishing the sensation of his muscles working beneath his skin. By the time his mouth claims hers again, she can't roll her hips against his without trembling, the drenched walls of her cunt tight, undulating around the thick swell of his cock as it drags against her walls and leaves her even wetter. ]

I'm– Fuck, Sanji, I can't– [ Nami almost sounds apologetic, regretful that she can't hold out and prolong the delicious anticipation hanging in every second. The tension building through her tightens a fraction further before it unravels, leaving Nami moaning against his mouth as her hands and thighs both seem to almost scramble to hold onto more him as her cunt flutters around him, slicking him up further with a rush of wet as she comes. ]

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[ The sound of his name spilling from her lips in a litany of breathy sounds of pleasure is one of the sweetest sounds that Sanji’s ever heard. It’s no wonder he’s lost any sense of place and time, almost completely forgotten that there’s a reason he’s able to so wantonly fuck his crewmate without consequence, a reason they can be so intimate, a reason he can easily gaze deep into her eyes.

Since boarding the Merry, there’s never been a moment where he’d dared to assume they could be anything more than crewmates and friends. There were fantasies— lurid, filthy fantasies— but they were just that, never anything more. But over the course of all those years spent working on the Baratie, he’s been lonely, too, lonely and craving something to balm that feeling away.

Later, when there’s time and space to think, a piece of him will begin to feel that being trapped here is almost a small price to pay for the balm that being with her is. ]

I’m close too, Nami, so fucking— [ Every desperate thrust feels like it could be his last, hips jerking in wild starts, the full length of his cock sheathing itself deep inside her. The pleasure’s raging out of control, wildfire that’s somehow contained within the meager confines of his body, exacerbated by the sudden clench of her cunt as her orgasm slams into her. Sanji gasps, one hand still roughly kneading her breast and plucking at her nipple, the other curving around here waist, hand sliding under ass and squeezing hard, greedily keeping her close as he ruts into her, cock thrumming with pleasure, more and more and more until—

All that building pleasure suddenly bursts, spiraling, leaving him groaning and whimpering her name against her mouth, body trembling as he fucks hard into her one last time, cock pulsing as it spills hot spurts of his cum deep into her cunt.

A moment later and his forehead is pressed against hers, mouth panting, chest heaving, face flushed, muscles loose, as he stares into her eyes with unmasked satisfaction and affection, a grin that’s almost overwhelmingly earnest plastered on his face. ]

Fuck, Nami— [ He laughs quietly, leaning just the barest inch forward to brush a gently kiss to her lips. ]