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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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[Bakugo's voice ricochets sharply off of tile; Charlie can understand the petulant warnings being thrown at him, but he'd guess that anyone in the locker room could hear and at least understand the emotion behind his bluster. Frustration, if Charlie had to put a word to it.
But he doesn't need to. He has the guy's body beneath his hands - he can feel how Bakugo is coiled. Tense.
The massage is an attempt to win some trust, sure, a display of how useful and considerate he can be. More-so, Charlie wants a reason to touch - cool palms against hot, hot skin. Thoroughness continues their connection...
As his fingers curl, rubbing where hip and thigh connect, Charlie leans forward. He needs this proximity to cover the swaths in the front he's yet to attend to, of course-
His voice is right in Bakugo's ear.] You want me to stop? [His question is paired with his fingers fanning out over the front of Bakguo's thighs, offering the same deep pressure he'd lavished onto the boy's back as he continues to spread lather beneath.]
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His mouth and his body aren't saying the same things, dammit! Charlie said he was gonna wash his back, not work his hands into his muscles and try to turn him into putty! Try as he might, there's no way Bakugo resists the gentle touches for long. His hands aren't only good with squeezing fingers and digging tips, the cool temperature clashes with the hot water and Bakugo's own heat.
The blonde lowers his head, dropping his brow against the shower wall. Water spills down his nape, leaks between their bodies and into the contours of muscle and bone. He sets his jaws as Charlie leans into him, every nerve in his back, hips, and legs quickly rushing to tell him how close the man is to him. They're not complaining either. Fuck...]
Did I say stop? [Bakugo's breath comes in a growl, lower and thicker from obvious risen arousal. The powerful lines in his thighs tense up and ripple beneath Charlie's fingers and he presses the ball of his foot to the ground, other heel digging against the tile to try and brace himself.]
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And there's exactly what he expected.
Bakugo's cock, not unaffected by the attention. Charlie's tongue coasts across his teeth, a quick sound of interest the only acknowledgement he'll give the boy's physical reaction.] Huh-
[And then he keens his head to the side, temple against the back of Bakugo's head. Warm contact, satisfying in its own right, but he wants more.
Charlie's fingers press into the flexed muscles beneath them, working along with the divots and swells of Bakugo's physique. He slides his touch upwards slowly, dragging firmly across the tender skin of Bakguo's hip before settling above his crotch.
Lewdness pointedly avoided.
His hands take a wandering path over the the boy's abs to his ribs, paying particular attention to the ripple of bone. Lighter touches feather over where a more firm press would be painful, the way a man who knows exactly where to hurt avoids the mark.]
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He wants to blame it on the chalk completely, but that'd be a lie. Heat flushes across his cheek at that intrigued hum ghosting so close to his chin. No shit he knows what that acknowledgement is. Charlie's already seen it and he's enjoying it.]
Urusei... [Doesn't stop him from some kind of backtalk as the man nuzzles his head against his own, ashen spikes sticking into darker strands. Charlie's warm compared to the water pouring down on him. Skin to skin, touching in an intimate way.
Bakugo exhales shortly, forehead grinding into the shower wall the more Charlie's fingers explore his body. Over the arch of his pelvis, fingers splaying across the flat plane of his Adonis belt. Not quite there, but enough the bobbing head of his dick might bump against the back of Charlie's hand by proximity alone.
At least until he starts ascending, cut grooves and hills of Bakugo's abs hardening under his touch, breath hitching slightly when he parses over the flutter of his ribs. This guy's skilled in his touch. Probably some kind of medical background. But it feels good either way.] You're taking your damn time.
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Outside of his explosions, Bakugo is everything comfortable to Charlie. Even that little protest, husky in his throat, sounds more sweet than threatening.
Without breath, Charlie doesn't sigh, but his shoulders roll to lull into Bakugo's warmth. He doesn't weigh much, but the shift in weight to rest against his partner is easy to notice.
He doesn't even need to peek over Bakguo's shoulder again. As his hands wander down the boy's side and crosses the divots of his hips, the tip of his erection brushes over his knuckles. Eager and ready, huh?
His firm kneading rises to Bakugo's chest, then the fronts of his shoulders, arms linked under his. There, he pauses, and Bakugo will feel lips purse against his neck.] Aah, well, you seemed to be enjoyin' it.
Want me to take care 'a that too? [Charlie's fingers tap in unison against the warm skin beneath, not indicating any particular direction. The that in question is already totally obvious.]
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Dammit, if he wanted to threaten this guy, he would. Could. Not in the mood to do that now, breathing coming a little thicker as heat ramps up beneath his skin. Made even more inflaming as Charlie settles against him. A shudder ripples up his skin, feeling the other man pressing to his body. Unfamiliar, so used to wrestling or accidental bumps being the only time someone gets this close.
Ugh, don't point it out! Bakugo growls when Charlie's knuckles nudge at his head, cheeks flushing as his own dick twitches from the small bump. A bead of precum wells at his tip, breaking on Charlie's skin and drawing a shimmering thread between them until it breaks.
Bakugo drops his head back on Charlie's shoulders when the man reaches his chest and shoulders, eyes closed as a low groan of relief and pleasure manages to escape his lips. Fuck, those are sensitive areas, given the intensity of his Quirk's recoil takes toll there. Those lips against his neck aren't as embarrassing as Charlie's brazen question.]
Bastard... [The man's gonna feel Bakugo's neck heat up from a dark flush as he grits his teeth.] If you suck at it, I'm gonna put you through the wall. [Probably not the best word choice for this, right?]
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He could stay here, nose nestled into the boy's neck with hands wandering over his body, for a while...
But there's the matter of that.
Making this guy squirm and ask for it could be fun, but Charlie's not particularly patient. He hums into the reddening skin beneath his lips, pressing a slight kiss against the thin, thin barrier between him and the boy's deliciously hot blood. Since arriving in the casino, Charlie has found it easier to feed when his partner is rapt in pleasure.
He sucks lightly where he'd kissed, pausing to offer unsolicited humor.] Oh, I'd better watch out then... [Not so much calling Bakugo on a bluff as admitting the limits of his handsy expertise. His hand jobs are only 'okay', so he's been told.
With another nuzzle into the crook of Bakguo's neck, Charlie shifts his body without adding distance between them. His hands dip downwards, curled knuckles running lightly over the areas he'd previously worked over. When he reaches Bakugo's cock his thumb runs slowly along the shaft, fingers fanning beneath it. The pad of his thumb presses into its tip, squeezing the swollen arousal before he begins to work slowly back, then forward, offering that same squeeze each time he reaches its end.]
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Everything feels hot right now, spiting the pouring water above him as it splashes over his hair and leaks down between his and Charlie's skin. Whatever's left to be parted enough on them to let it in. Fingers dig into the shower wall, legs unsure if he wants to rock backwards or push forward. There's nowhere to go in either direction, shoving to the tiles or into Charlie.
Suction drags at his skin and a shudder races from his nape to his ass, shoulder twitching upward on instinctive urge to ram itself into that weird feeling.] You gonna keep mouthing off or fucking do something? [Oh Charlie's already doing plenty. Bakugo's running his own mouth because this dumbass is calling his bluff. Semi-bluff. It's a breathless growl!
The moment Charlie shifts against him, it's like magnets, dragging him backwards with an arch of his spine to shove his shoulder blades into the man's chest. Slender digits find the head of his cock and a bead of precum smears over Charlie's thumb as it drags down to his shaft. A husky cuss punches out of his mouth in relief the man finally touched him. Wrapped around him, stroking him. Bakugo drops to his forearms against the shower wall, eyes clenching shut and spine curving.] Fuck...
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He supposes he shouldn't be surprised. The boy had been enjoying his touch this whole time, even if he wasn't enjoying that he was enjoying it.
Convolution aside, Charlie's enjoying the exchange in equal - though not mirrored - measure. As Bakugo presses his ass backwards, he won't feel any signs of arousal in Charlie's pants. His attention is focused on keening his jaw to force his partner's shoulder back down, reclaiming his space to suckle at his neck.
And there he hums, a half-chuckle as Bakugo urges him to do more.] You sound a little greedy, you know... [Muttered, it'd be possible to miss his words beneath the patter of shower droplets. They're softer - affectionate.
His hand continues to work up and down Bakguo's cock, a constant but not quick pace. He's taking his time, enjoying the heat of the erection between his fingers and the way Bakguo's body presses into his. What shifts is his grip, growing tighter after he's sure his palm has more precum on it than water.
A flutter rises from his gut to his chest, settling in his throat. Hunger. He's in the perfect position. Charlie's tongue presses into Bakugo's neck, running a path across the crest of muscle beneath.
Fangs follow.
Being pierced by a vampire's bite is often called euphoric. Some compare it to a potent orgasm, and others the high of a particularly strong drug. As Charlie begins to coax blood to the surface of his incision he groans, the sudden taste of choleric vitae every bit as thrilling for him as the sensation of the bite is for the boy beneath him.]
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Is he surprised there's no tenting rod in Charlie's pants? Not exactly. Some sliver of his brain's instantly irked the guy hasn't stripped out of his own wet clothes by now. Distracted again when a bony jaw juts into his shoulder and pushes it. For a second or two, Bakugo fights with it, but finally gives in and lets Charlie put his arm down, dropping it by his side. Gives him room for his neck again, which still tickles, dammit.]
You're taking too long, dammit! [Doesn't seem like he's got a problem with the length though, his chest and stomach flexing from his heavier breaths, cock throbbing between his thighs as the man strokes up and down his shaft while making out with his neck. Why the hell is he so focused on that spot? Some damn kink. Bakugo grits his teeth as another ooze of precum's squeezed out of his head when Charlie's fingers pull to the top, smearing more all over his hand.
It feels good though, weird but good. His tongue running up the side of his neck, hot breath ghosting along his skin before- plunch! -Bakugo's eyes snap open, mouth dropping in a silent shout of surprise as pain pierces through his muscle. Burning, plunging, but taking the reins of his pleasure in both hands ripping it up as hard as possible. He doesn't even remember coming, hard enough to splatter the wall in front of him with white streaks as his body flexes and convulses against Charlie's chest. Muscles harden, fingers curl, everything contracting in several pulses that almost sends him collapsing against the wall. Almost... It's a while damn minute before his brain climbs back into his head and-]
What're you a fuckin vampire?! [-yells, pants, shouts, snarls, whatever at the man sucking on his neck.]
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But blood is his life, and this boy's vitae tastes exquisite. Bakugo's perpetual anger gives it warmth, and his current pleasure laces the flavor filling his mouth with a sweet fullness he's becoming accustomed to at the Casino. His shoulders shudder as his partner climaxes; he doesn't notice it either.
Charlie's hand continues to work along Bakugo's cock, coaxing every last bit of seed and pleasure from him and then some as he continues to drink. When he feels the body beneath him nearly swoon he steadies him with a tight grip on the hip.
(An entirely different temptation. No taste can compare to the satisfaction of fully draining someone. Charlie is in no danger of surrendering to this impulse - but it's there.)
He tilts his head away, licking the blood from red-stained lips before running his darkened tongue over the wound to close it. Water trails along their bodies, washing all evidence away. Convenient.
And yet-
Charlie reels back, his previously anchoring hold released to push Bakugo away with a shove between his shoulder blades.] What the fuck are you talking about!?
You never got bitten while getting fucked before?? [Incredulity, feigned but very adeptly so. Remaining unknown as a vampire is most common - and enforced - survival strategy.]
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Okay, he had his damn hand around his dick at the same time, BUT STILL-!! Pumping his cock, working the last dregs of his seed from the head to drip down to the floor below. It's the weirdest combination of feelings, shuddering from an orgasm afterglow, every nerve in tune to Charlie's hand moving over his dick, yet keenly aware of fangs sunk into his trap's meat every time he contracts, burning amid the lapping tongue and heady swallows over his shoulder. Trying not to fall, Bakugo's forced to rely on the wall and Charlie's grip on his waist.
Sharp teeth slip out of his muscle, leaving the area throbbing and stinging until Charlie licks it, soothing the wound. He doesn't notice immediately that it seals the punctures as well (but when he does...) Bakugo twists his head around, glaring hot behind himself from the corner of his eye. Only to get shoved in the back and flush against the wall. With a grunt, the spell snaps and the blonde about faces, half defensively postured, half warning.]
Of course I haven't, dammit! You think that's normal?! [And don't feign that shit! Biting during sex is WAY different than sticking your fucking fangs in someone and guzzling their blood! He felt and heard BOTH!]
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Oh well.
Nothing about Bakugo's posture is even slightly intimidating. Partially because Charlie is confident in the face of infuriated physical threat and partially because he can see the boy's muscles still struggling to rouse from the climax that wracked his body.
He lets his eye dip to the boy's softening cock, and then looks back to his glare.
Bakugo's accusation is met with a chuckle behind lips tucked into teeth.] It is normal! People bite all the time!
You know what a hickey is, right!? [Tangential to a bite, but Charlie isn't trying to be right. He's trying to obscure the conversation as quickly as he can; the less they talk about biting, the better.]
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Don't think that orgasm is going to keep Bakugo off his feet for long. Charlie's clear shot to his back is gonna be privy to those muscles hardening and flexing as the hero forces his knees to lock and pulls his legs into action beneath him. Curved spine straightening and strong shoulders rounding as he rises back to a normal posture. One hand moves to rub at his shoulder, testing himself for the injury he finds is... surprisingly not there. Does that make it alright? NO!! THIS FUCKER BIT HIM!!
Heated glare continues, bubbling in his throat. But something Charlie says, the sheer incredulous denial, the speed he obfuscates what happened, a stupid laugh not quite reaching the way he's sucking on his lips to hid his teeth. Not some shitty hickey and they both know it. Tch, Charlie's trying to hide what happened. Not the bite, but the vampire part...
So not something other people know, huh. Bakugo picks up on that quickly enough. He tilts his head to the side, cracking his neck and stretching the muscle. There's no more blood or pain that he can feel. Anger simmers somewhat, visibly restrained, but restrained all the same.]
Is it completely healed? [His voice is low, keeping the conversation between himself and Charlie. All he wants to know is whether the puncture through his muscle is safe or if he has to go get some fucking internal stitches.]