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TDM 05
【 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
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.
GILDED CAGE
AN ENDLESS FEAST
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.
PHOENIX CASINO
ALEA IACTA EST
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.
BEAK
ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS
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.
TALON
SHOW OF STRENGTH
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.
INDULGENCE
DESIRES FROM THE VOID
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.
OOC NOTES
▶ 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! ♥
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥
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... why would I stop?
[ True to his word, he's quick to return his hand to Esikko's length, the insistent movements of his wrist pausing only when he feels Esikko's fingers press into him, earning a slight twinge of discomfort. From the way that Fuuta squeezes just a little too tight at him for a moment, Esikko might think that he's about to ask for a pause, but no. It just takes a moment for him to adjust -- squirming, hiking his leg up a little higher, arching his back to tweak the angle of that press into him -- before he's back to jerking Esikko off with disjointed, impatient movements.
It would be hard to call his ministrations graceful, but could he be blamed for it? It's hard keeping his hand steady when he's so distracted by the movements working him open, his stomach abuzz with anticipation for what's coming next, and it's definitely a little hasty when he abruptly declares, ] That's enough.
[ The hand around Esikko's cock pulls back only so he can shove at Esikko's chest, urging him to scoot back. Is this a little stupid? Probably. Almost definitely. But also, he feels like his veins are going to burst if he has to wait much longer; other hand braced against the floor to keep himself steady, Fuuta looks up at Esikko with a desperately hungry stare as he keeps his legs obligingly spread. ]
I can take it, so. Just fuck me already.
[ His own voice sounds foreign to his ears; he's pretty sure it's the sort of stuff he'd never dare say. But what else is he supposed to say right now? All that matters in the moment is that he gets to feel Esikko as intimately as possible, as soon as possible. ]
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It's why, when Fuuta demands more, he doesn't take any more convincing. Sure, he could relax him more, could work him until he can't help but plead for it, maybe until he's crying for more— but the impatience is shared. Not only that, but there's a strange feeling of being caught off guard surrounding Esikko's every move. He's normally more in control than this, normally not so lost to the wills of his suit, so affected by every look and gesture that screams Fuuta wants him closer.
His fingers slip out of him, his hand brushing along the inner side of the smaller man's thigh to settle near his knee, keeping his legs spread as he lines himself up. Even the initial press of his throbbing cock against Fuuta is too much— he lets out a breath, soft and airy, and eases himself in. It's not as slow as he should be, not as careful, but there's something so thrilling about that, too. When he's inside of him as far as he can be, when he can feel the warmth of Fuuta's skin against his own that much more, it feels like he's going to lose his mind. How's he supposed to last like this?
He doesn't have words, only the noises and pants of breath that come with the satisfaction of pulling back only to rock into him again. Feeling him tight around him, he reaches suddenly to find Fuuta's hand, the ache in his chest demanding the lacing of their fingers as he finds a steady rhythm. His lack of words really speaks more than not. He can't find any of them on his tongue, all of them twisting and crashing and fumbling before they even get there. The look in his eyes is too complex, too needy, too... too everything. Too out of his own control. )
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Like now, even when the slow push of Esikko's cock into him makes an uncomfortable twinge work through his nerves, his next breath coming halting at the back of his throat, he can't bring himself to care about that. The fact that he's going to be aching afterwards is something he refuses to spare a single thought towards at the moment, because what's important is that they're going to fuck.
His body squeezes insistent and tight around that hard length, clenching tighter when Fuuta arches his back to adjust the way it sits inside him; when he settles down on his back once more, it feels like the most natural thing in the world to hook a leg over Esikko's hips to pull him closer. And when Esikko's hips finally press against the backs of his thights, seating that warmth completely inside him, his voice escapes in a low moan, that sweet, syrupy noise a fair cry from his usual hostile growl.
-- fuck, it feels good. It feels so good. Inside, his body clenches and pulses sweetly with each breath he takes, squeezing like he never wants to let go. Even that first rock of Esikko's weight has him squirming as a saccharine heat warms through the pit of his stomach, blooming upwards to ease the unbearable heat emanating from that diamond tattooed on his chest. Even better is when Esikko's hand reaches for his own. Fuuta immediately lets their fingers entwine squeezing tight as he looks up, his expression dizzied with pleasure and words coming sloppy as he slurs, ]
Lean down. [ Maybe the demanding wording is at odds with the way he reaches up with his free hand, sliding up Esikko's arm to grip at his shoulder and tug gently. And just in case his intentions aren't clear enough, he mumbles, ] I wanna kiss you again.
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It doesn't take more than the demand and a tug; Esikko leans down with the next roll of his hips, lips meeting Fuuta's like he's been longing for the same himself. He has, somehow. Somehow, somehow— his mind is flooded with thoughts that he can't explain, can't add logic to, but it doesn't matter, does it? This sort of desire is something he's always wanted, and this sort of need being mutual is something he deeply needs, too.
His heart throbs hard in his chest as he kisses him with all of the feeling overflowing from it. His tongue presses in, searching, greedily taking up space in Fuuta's mouth with curls that savor the taste of him and drags that are reluctant to part. But he has to line his kisses with little gasps for air, buried moans accentuating the way he presses himself into him further each time, as if nothing can be as close as he wants it to. )
Kajiyama— ( His name comes in a hushed breath, cut off by the desperate way he kisses him again, humming at the way his whole body seems to light up with every bit of contact. More, more, more— he's greedy, he's needy, he wants to feel this want, wants to draw out as much of it as he can, and so he paces himself until it's almost excruciating, one hand snaking down to touch tenderly at the bruises lining his chest. Each trace of fingers is a kiss on its own, sending a message of longing, of care, of want and of need, and he forgets what he'd been saying with his actual words. His lips are too busy for it, anyway, refusing to part from Fuuta's for more than a second or two at a time, and only ever to crash back into him hungrily. One hand still linked firmly with Fuuta's, the other still drawing the shape of his feelings across the injured body beneath him, he shifts the angle of his hips to try and reach deeper still, to see just how much he can make him cry out in pleasure. )
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None of that matters right now, though.
Esikko obligingly leans in when he tugs, and whatever complaints he might have had about the other completely melt away from his thoughts. After all, it's hard to stay mad when there's the delicious crush of lips against his own, hot and wet and soft. That soft call of his name barely gets to hit the air between them before Fuuta leans up to drag his teeth over Esikko's lower lip, biting and nipping, then sucking at that sensitive spot for a moment before releasing just so he can drag his tongue against Esikko's. What he lacks in delicacy and finesse, he makes up for with sheer hunger -- Fuuta kisses desperately, greedily, taking in as much of the sensation as he can, and pulls back only when his lungs are aching for air.
And it's only then, as he lies back and struggles to catch his breath, feeling syrupy waves of pleasure sliding up his spine with each thrust into him, that he realizes what Esikko's been doing. ]
Nnh ... s'probably not gonna work, you know. Your -- magic. Or whatever it was. [ His mumbles pause so he can give a hoarse groan, back arching when the next press of Esikko's hips has him biting his lip. It feels so good his muscles are all locked up, his body squeezing tighter around Esikko in turn. ] Those're permanent. I think. So just ignore'em.
[ Whatever. Speaking feels pointless right now, when he could be kissing, instead. Fuuta leans back up to kiss Esikko, deep and hard. Then once more, at the corner of his mouth, clumsily trailing downward, ducking his head to nuzzle at his jawline, before kissing at his throat. Nipping at the sensitive skin there, dragging his tongue over it, before muttering into the heated skin there, ]
-- this is more important, okay? [ Another kiss, accompanied by the hungry graze of teeth. ] So you can go harder. If you want. -- you feel really good.
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( He breathes out something close to a laugh at that, short and cut off in the way that he falters from lips and teeth at the skin of his neck. It's funny, he thinks, that Fuuta insists on ignoring these injuries, that he's seeking out something rougher, harder. Normally, Esikko would jump at the thought of it. Right now, though, his chest aches for something more than just that. He can go harder, but what he really wants to do— )
I'm not trying to heal them. ( He can understand why he might think that. Tender touches to an injured area, after his magic from earlier, can seem that way— but it's likely that he can sense something off about these injuries, something suspended about them, with his own connection to time and reality manipulation. His voice is spaced by the motion of their bodies, by a harder press into him like he wants, and a breathless duck of his head to steal his lips again. He squeezes their held hands again. )
But I don't want to ignore them, either.
( Strange, how even speaking those words makes the blood rush through his head, makes his heart pound harder in his ears. There's too much feeling in his motions right now, foreign and forced but there all the same. He wants to feel closer, wants to pretend for a moment that he could ever be someone who has something more. And as his fingers smooth across injured, bruised skin, he wants to convey a sort of cherishing he could only dream of. Does it matter? Does it even matter? He rocks into him again, gasping at the feeling of it, at the rush of mixing this physical and emotional intensity, from two different angles.
And each time he tries to come up with the words to explain himself, it dissolves into soft noises and gasps, instead. )
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Which isn't to say those gentle touches against his bruises don't feel good. It does feel nice, the grace of Esikko's cool fingertips against flushed, discolored skin, soothing some of the latent ache that always lingers in his flesh. That gentle stimulation somehow enhances the more intense pleasure of being fucked, and Fuuta jolts with the next thrust that presses into him; his thighs clench as his cock twitches where it lies against his groin, starting to seep wet from the tip. It really does feel good, what Esikko is doing now, it's just ... ]
You're -- acting real different. From usual.
[ It's not said snidely or anything; he doesn't have the mental real estate to act shitty right now. Just a quiet observation made between ragged breaths, followed by a soft exhale, not quite a droll laugh. ]
It's not bad ... [ Another roll of Esikko's hips has his body locking up in pleasure for a moment, toes curling and stomach tensed so hard he knows it's going to be aching tomorrow; Esikko's going to be aching, too, from the way his nails dig into the pale skin of his shoulders. At least it's accompanied by a bleary mutter of, ] It's kinda -- nice. When you're like this. You're almost cute. Or sweet. Or whatever.
[ He gets zero points for eloquence, but does that really matter, it's just that he's feeling too good not to be honest? Holding back for too long's going to be hard, and Fuuta hastily releases one hand from Esikko's shoulders to reach down, squeezing at his own cock in time with the next thrust. The other arm he keeps looked over the back of Esikko's neck, keeping him trapped close, nice and accessible for when he leans up for another kiss. ]
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Him?
Accompanied with the tight grip of Fuuta around him, the nails in his skin, and the hot kiss that has him practically melting into every touch, Esikko nearly loses himself. He doesn't know how to reply, at first. In his heightened state of emotions, he's particularly vulnerable, and the pleasure at being called those things nearly sends him into a manic sort of frenzy. He kisses harder, hotter, gasps the start of some unintelligible sentence in between as he, once more, finds Fuuta's hand with his own, this time to help him stroke his own cock in desperate gropes and squeezes.
It's in this desperate sort of rush that everything comes to a peak. His own body tenses before the release, and he's breathing hard against Fuuta's neck as he rides out the waves of his orgasm with slowing rolls of his hips, other hand smoothing again over the bruises he's been showing his adoration.
He presses his lips against Fuuta's neck shortly after, still pressed inside of him, staying there for the closeness. In this moment, the rush and intensity of the hearts suit's encouragement of his own emotions clashes messily with the growing embarrassment and shame of his own actions, coloring his neck, the tips of his ears, and his cheeks red. He kisses again, determined to hide that. )
I— ( Flustered. He's flustered, he's trying not to be, but his mind and body are all playing catch up, even as he assures with a few more strokes that Fuuta is able to join him in release. ) I'm always cute, so don't... It's not like I care if you think that, or anything?
( Damn, he never wants to let his suit get out of control ever again. Noted! )
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-- so for the sake of this rare moment of something kinder and softer kindled between them, maybe it's for the best that Fuuta's attention is entirely occupied by the physical sensations Esikko plies him with.
Was he always so sensitive? He wouldn't know, it's not like he'd ever had these sorts of experiences back home. But however much he's susceptible to touch feels ramped up exponentially whenever his suit starts acting up. Just the clasp of Esikko's hand over his own, skin against skin, has Fuuta tensing up with a breathy noise. Then comes the squeeze, a slender finger brushing over the tip of his cock, accompanied by the press of lips against his throat, and the pleasure has his field of vision crackling with starbursts of light.
His body clenches desperately tight around Esikko's cock, squeezing and pulsing erratically around that warmth, and Esikko might feel the way Fuuta's thighs jolt against his sides -- orgasm has his muscles lock up so hard that his legs are shaking, toes braced against the flooring until his calves start cramping. Somewhere amidst that dizzying maelstrom of pleasure, Fuuta is aware of the fact that what had pushed him over the edge wasn't the jerk of Esikko's wrist, but those gentle touches at his bruises, and those same touches slowly bring him down from that dizzying peak. He'd spilled himself over his stomach, lukewarm strings of release still dripping from the tip to paint over Esikko's fingers, and Fuuta gasps for air. The reflexive curl of his spine has him burying his face into Esikko's shoulder, into the smooth of his skin, and he presses quivering words there: ]
Nnh, just -- jus' stay like this. For a bit. Okay?
[ It feels too good, like his nerves are bordering on fried. Surely Esikko can wait just a moment before withdrawing, give him that precious moment to try and gather himself. ]
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He lets out a heavy breath, his chest now aching from the exertion and his pathetic heart, his weak lungs, and makes a small noise of affirmation. )
Yeah, sure.
( As if he's not equally soothed by the company in the aftermath of something so intense, he moves his messy hand to brace himself on the floor, closing his eyes to try and slow his breathing, to wind himself down from that.
For once, he can't think of anything else to say, so their peace and quiet isn't disturbed by any of his snippy comments or petty complaints. )