【 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 parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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(shit, but that's hissed out again in a frenzied loop of curses. that's the other issue with texas, she hides it well yet risk also is another part that plays at getting her going. could be those teeth, a knife in the right places, or more than this if someone really knew what they were doing. her pulse is hammering against her skin, sharp exhales while that effort is clearly working its magic on a lupo like her. who knew that the former mafia princess that had the world at her fingertips could turn out this way, worse off in some ways but also not at the same time in her choices.
the pain from her teeth, the bruises suckled in from her lips getting rougher. she can tell she wants more of her skin, the thin layer of sweat along it and the scent of texas hangs along closely. like rain, like subtle cologne. more than that (lone wolves do carry a unique scent to other lupo, not to any others) mixed into her body. if she's that hungry, she should play along with this game. it's her body that was the bet payment for "use" however w wants to spin it at any time. could be like now in this debauched resort.
could be another time, with less patience on both sides for the wait in this teasing going on. that look in cellinia's eyes is full of hunger, a lot of it. dark enough to make it almost seem like she's a step away from being a wild animal more than a human. restraints been something she's good at despite herself, as long as she had a reason to be and she's been showing considerable patience in not letting herself go so quickly. sure, she'll take responsibility for letting a feral monster rediscover how much she likes to bite.
(if only because texas is learning more tonight that she's into both giving and receiving those teeth marks.)
not all of her body had been claimed up like this, the growls low growls mixed into moans leaving her is a dead giveaway for that. the way she snarls out pleasured sounds, how one of her hands is digging clawed lines in the flooring (at least she doesn't have to pay for that) with each second it's dragged out. that light lick of her to get a taste did however, cause the hand that had raked those lines to dig more sharply in how she tenses. she's almost feeling like she actually is in heat from how much it's eating at her. texas isn't very good at this (honestly it'd be impressive if she was good at dirty talk knowing how she acts) but that didn't mean she was about to give up when she hisses out:)
....I want that filthy mouth of yours to eat me up. (surely there's more....) To fuck me nice and pretty, cover me in bruises and teeth marks. (oh. there it is, she honestly is groaning and whining from how much she's aching by admitting this. texas doesn't do this with making these admissions, much less begging, but it's something different tonight. she'll take it and run with it.)
[ "Dominant" and "submissive" are at least words Keita knows, even if he hasn't encountered them in a sexual context yet. (Although it really is a miracle that he's been in this place for a whole year and never run across the concept of BDSM...)
His gaze flicks once again to the inviting spread of Zeera's legs, forced by the bar between her ankles. While he might be Victorian, Keita is no fool—he can understand how a device like this might factor into play such as that which she describes. ]
Then the point of something like this is to leave you more or less at my mercy, [ Keita says, although there's a quick glance up again to check that he's more or less on the right track. ] And since you said earlier that you'd had your turn at dominance, I can therefore assume that both roles appeal to you?
( his gaze steadies, measured and slow, as though he's trying to decide how clinical to be about it; he decides, in the end, that the words bother him only enough to be calm. )
It doesn't matter to you what I risk or what I don't.
( because they don't know each other--and he's sure that it's a kindness, that the stranger is just offering him some kind of good advice, but even so, he thinks that he'd rather contend with whatever it is the resort thinks it can do to him, outside of chasing someone down demanding they mess around with him.
it just doesn't seem right. his gaze slides back to the toy, then up to the stranger, considering again: )
Would you do it? ( use it? ) Have you done it?
( that question is pointedly left rather open ended. )
( a step backwards affords more space--or rather, keeps them from touching. he leans into the open door, letting the stranger uncurl themselves from the backseat; at the very least, they won't remain trapped in the car, which he can use as a salve on his conscious. once they're both clear of it, he takes another step, and swats the door shut; it's the loudest sound in the garage so far, echoing off the concrete.
there's a brief glance spared, almost a glare, though it doesn't hold any heat: )
It doesn't matter.
( if he knows where he's going, or even where this is. the last time he'd been in the basement of some shitty building hadn't worked out well for anyone--and he's not intending to stick around and find out if it's the same. the cement is cold, as he continues to move forward; he doesn't have to look to see that the stranger is trailing beside him, keeping step.
it apparently doesn't matter to him either, if he knows where they're going.
around another car, and then another, spits them out into a more open area: there's a painted sign on a pillar that says 'EXIT', with an arrow pointing forward; he looks up at it, looks pointedly to the man at his side, and then continues forward. )
Looks like I was right. ( coolly; he's insufferable, yes, but calm. ) There's someone up ahead. Look sharp.
( now that's curious. there's another small pass of smoke past his lips, considering; a heteromorph. that's not a term that they use, which means that--'in my world', hawks had said, hadn't he? meaning that there's multiple worlds. multiple places. that not everyone here is from where he's from, or even close to it.
that realization isn't fully sudden: he'd been considering it as an idle possibility, but now, hawks has made it a reality. with a soft nod of his chin-- )
A human being, then. ( that at least reserves his hatred--and means that he'll carry on like this, polite enough, cool and composed. ) I've never seen one with wings like yours.
( and curious, that they're growing back in--though it's not the first time he's seen something like that, it does make him wonder-- )
What's your occupation? ( he considers apologizing for the multitude of questions, but then decides against it. leaving his cigarette on the ashtray on the bedside table, he takes up his coffee cup again; there's a slow swallow, letting the heat roll down his throat. ) I ask because of your injuries. It seems like you do something dangerous.
( it's repeated like he can't quite believe it--like he's skeptical, eyes narrowed, but his savior here starts to move before he can question it. obviously, this guy has been here longer than he has, so he knows more of the layout of the place; already, he can tell that this place is rather large scale, that this huge ballroom of tables and sofas and bars and games can't possibly be the only place inside. the elevator ride up from the garage had been proof enough. just how sprawling is this place?
with his lips pursed, he follows after his companion. with the vibrator box at his side, he uses his free hand to push past others, gently elbowing this way and that in order to keep on the heels of the other.
which makes him realize: )
You didn't tell me your name. ( mildly, once they've cleared some of the crowd--this must be where some of the rooms are, given that there's more than one hallway here, and the noise from the party isn't quite as oppressive. )
Or do you not want me to know?
( it would make sense, given what he presumes he's about to do to this person. yes, he has absolutely no plan to use the vibrator on himself. )
That's right! I like being both on top and on bottom, so to speak, so I'm what's called a switch. Whatever my partner likes, I can pick up the other side, no problem.
Now that you know what we're doing a little better, do you wanna change things up, or is this still good? I don't know what you like.
( the hand that she clenches into his shirt gets a sour look, but it's the fact that she's apparently already accessorizing the damn thing that makes him scoff, dropping a hand onto her head. )
What are you, some fashion model? --Hey.
( a hiss of breath, given that she's already pushing past him to slink further down the hall; what happened to him being the bad influence? he pads after her, pressing one damaged hand to the wall so that he can tilt his head past the frame--the couple's already wrapped around each other, engrossed in their kissing, and he peels back, away from the open door, flattening to the wall to consider.
he's trying hard to smile when he looks back down at her--and gives her a pointed nod. )
You're small. Get in there and stick low to the ground. That dress'll come off in like four minutes, tops.
( given the way the guy is getting handsy, they might have to wait even less time--and his grin is a little mischievous, bemused. )
( hawks had always been easy for him to read--but that isn't to say that he doesn't at least acknowledge that the show he puts on, the charm, the smile, the laughter...it all works for other people, just not for him. and that's no fault of hawks' talents, really, but simply the reality of his own pessimism: he doesn't trust anyone, doesn't believe in anything to begin with. it had been easy, back then, to figure out that there was no way in hell hawks truly supported the league--but then, it had been better for his own machinations to let hawks continue to weave his way among them.
so there's a soft chuckle, bemused, as he twists back to face the bar again, watching the lights dance off all the bottles lined up on mirrored shelves. )
It's nice to have you on your back where you belong.
( and that's the most honest he thinks he's willing to be--he could admit that it had been a little fun, could admit that hawks isn't a bad fuck, but why say things that he's sure the hero already knows? he's young and popular, way more liked than the monstrosity sitting at number one on the hero charts; hawks doesn't need him to stroke his ego.
he takes another slow swallow of beer, still not looking at him. )
If you get lonely, you know where to find me. ( one hand lifts: a little wiggle of his wrist in indication, the watch there obvious. ) These things work like phones. There's a whole dating app and shit, too. Bet you'll find plenty of people to help you pass the time.
( --which isn't an insult, really: hawks knows his way around people. )
[ Likewise, it’s nice hearing Wei Wuxian say his name. Of course, as an entertainer, he enjoys hearing his name all of the time. In the crowd, out in public, in the sheets— it doesn’t matter to him.
That’s the most consensual “let’s go” if he ever had heard one, and his hands give his partner a squeeze at the waist before he reaches down to untie his robe belt, pulling his clothing apart and revealing the rest of his body. Wei Wuxian can finally see that solid abdomen he had been touching, and a thick trail of hair leading down to his uncut cock, now standing half-mast. Like clockwork, Beowulf gets to disrobing his partner, untying the belt and sliding the robe entirely off of Wei Wuxian, allowing it to fall carelessly around their hips, but it can be handy for clean up when they’re finished with that terry cloth material. With all of that out of the way, there’s a lot more skin to skin contact, and the brunette only encourages that further, large palms curling around his partner’s hips and pulling him in close. He takes a hold of both of their cocks with one of his hands while the other grabs his ass, getting a feel for that too.
Yeah, that’s a nice ass. ]
Hah! That so? Something tells me you like getting in a heap of trouble too, don’t’ya?
[ i can’t promise he won’t howl when he busts a nut so i guess mentally prepare for that ……………… ]
Well... If you don't have the funds, they might make you pay up in other ways until they're satisfied.
[ He doesn't want to lose, but he also doesn't really want to force anyone into anything. Butnat the same time, why play the game in the first place if you don't know what you're in for? ]
If I may ask... what drew you to play this game in particular? It's fairly obvious what it is...
I'll be surprised if it's longer than two. [A fleeting pause.] Maybe three.
[And it's a list that he understands, purely rationally, that his name might not be at the top of. That had been his father's mistake, after all — assuming he knew where the Turks' loyalty landed, assuming money was enough to keep it. He's not the type to be so overconfident about his power, himself; if Tseng really wanted to take the Turks, he could, and that's why it matters all the more that Rufus knows he won't.
Besides, he's not opposed to reminding them why he deserves their loyalty, rather than just demands it. They're his, after all. Rude is no exception to that.]
We've built a fairly stable foundation to date. It won't take long to get you up and running.
[He pauses again, a little more careful this time.]
Unless you're interested in starting now. Not an order. Just an offer.
[ we can ignore the fact he was in an unemployed depressive slump before coming here ok ]
You’re sleeping with a big shot! You like wrestling? That’s what I am all about! We can talk about all of that later, but you should know that I am currently undefeated.
[ The ego is real. He loves the kisses on his throat, and he’s got a broad throat to kiss, so Eiden will hear him make an appreciative sound. He really lucked out last night with somebody so easy going, didn’t he? Sometimes fans did weird things like go through his belongings or ask for some weird request (which.. he always entertained cause he loved seeing them happy) and although he wishes more people recognized him, it’s kind of nice to have people act normal about sleeping with him.
At the shower, Beowulf carefully sets Eiden to his feet, naturally going in for another lip kiss, one hand keeping hold of Eiden at the waist and the other hand reaching through to turn on what seems to be a stand alone shower. He’s a passionate kisser; hopefully Eiden’s mouth doesn’t mind being tongue fucked as he waits for the temperature in the shower to rise. ]
[ there's that calculative machine-like criminal hindbrain that knows it won't be a real bomb, that w isn't going to be so reckless to detonate a real explosive right next to her head like this... unless? it really is such a shame that they hadn't crossed paths much but rhodes is a massive place with a massive roster of ops and she definitely wouldn't say she's overly familiar with half of them.
but w's definitely shot up to the top of the list of people to investigate in more intimate detail.
it's not going to be a real bomb, but the slap is real and the fingers in her mouth is real and the too-tempting tick and heat of the explosive prying her jaws apart--it's real enough for her to believe, for the heartstopping few moments as her pussy spasms around the knife buried in her, she could be so close to death. she nearly sobs with something like... she doesn't know if it's relief, desperation, bliss, fury. all the toxicity in her body not even including the sickness that she and w share. seems they must share more than mere oripathy, the sickness can barely compare to the sick of their mental. she deepthroats the explosive as much as she could, gagging and choking on it, her neck bulging with it, her mind clouding over with yes, yes yes yes, set it off in me just like this, blow my neck apart, kill me kill me now now now--
every tick growing louder in intensity to match her rabbiting heart until she could hear the beep that should signal its detonation. she cums right on cue, the most humiliating keening whine from her throat as she clenches down hard on the knife, on w's fingers, the sheer fantasy of her throat being torn open. she could collapse in a gruesome pool of her own blood and viscera and bone shards, far too mangled. if it didn't even kill her instantly maybe she could even spend her last moments suffering the sheer fucking agony of... she has no idea if she could feel anything, her spine and neck should be severed, she'd never died or been blown up before but she suddenly vividly wanted nothing more than for it to happen. it's the hardest she's cummed in so long, to the fantasy of her own grotesque death. desperately, dizzyingly, insanely wanting something like this over what might await her in the future after all.
her legs shake and then give out; she blows her load in drenching w's wrist and tights with her juices. the dud bomb lodges deep in her throat as she clutches to w's shoulder, wheezing breathlessly through the insertion in her mouth, her whole body shaking violently. incurable, cumming too filthily to the idea of getting detonated so ruthlessly. if it were real she might even have let it happen. what a completely horrifying experience, it'd be worth it. ]
It's the kind of orders I give to the ones who like it.
[There's a particular lilt in his voice when he says those last two words, like it, that adds something filthy to the undertones. A little short of outright dirty talk, but not by much, and maybe that says something more about the clean-cut persona Rufus is maintaining right now than anything to do with his willingness to suggest it.
He doesn't flinch when Reno doesn't immediately drop; truth be told he hadn't really expected him to, not so easily. There were roughly even odds whether Reno would lean immediately into a wanton act, or to play the brat card instead.
Evidently we're brat taming today. That suits him just fine.]
[a hotel. rooms exist in great number within such places. his skepticism rolls off his back to the floor, left in the wake he expects the other man to follow. months ago, he was the one not knowing a damn path around this place, having to be escorted by a weird or unsavory characters, before branching off map in hand for personal exploration. makes his skin crawl to realize he's been here long enough to become another victim's tour guide. getting back home, freeing the other captives, feels like a goal lost in shadows far above his head.
he turns his body, shoulder first as a wedge through their crowds. pushing one to the side, then the other, a steady stalk carrying him over plush carpet and past one luxurious table of people losing money after another.]
Bakugo Katsuki.
[something about this guy feels strangely "normal" and he isn't sure he likes it. glitz and glamor wash past them in a sudden change to straight lines, diamond patterns on the floor, a built-in railings running the wall in golden definition. and multiple doors. not a single one directly facing another, as if this affords some sort of privacy.
fingers wrap around a questionably-shaped knob and he pushes the door open with a lumber inside.] Take a look around. It should be- [empty? hardly. uh-] -clean.
[Well, that's bold, isn't it? And novel, besides — once upon a time, a random stranger wouldn't get close enough to breathe the same air as him before being apprehended by no less than three suited security personnel, much less make it to the point of touching his arm. It's hard to say which of the two strikes him more about this interaction — the boldness or the novelty.
Either way, it's worth bearing out, because it's certainly more interesting than the chatter of the party.]
Why don't you walk right in and find out, then?
[Spoken with the confidence of someone who belongs in there, and who already knows the answer of why someone else might hesitate.]
[If it was anyone else but Reno, they might blush or at least get pink ears or something. Reno however simply licks his lips, as if he's already preparing for what he is about to do. Yeah, Rufus might be right with both assumptions, however he is not planning on giving in all too easily. He does indeed play the brat card well, knowing it will result in even sweeter (or spicier) rewards than downright following the order.]
Always depends on the situation and the company, I gotta say. Though I never complained 'bout having to spend extended time on my knees, no. When the reward's worth it, obviously~
[ Though she isn't an Ace any longer, her newfound appointment as a 7 means that the staff don't completely ignore her anymore. She won't be able to shoo them but her rank, coupled with their display, should be enough to prevent some level of retaliation from the staff. ]
My hero.
[ With Yasha pressed close she can feel the shiver though slight. She would be more triumphant were it not for the trail of Yasha's hand drawing briefly against the exposed skin. Before she begins to crouch Hilda nips at Yasha's earlobe. With her face revealed, it's would be difficult to tell that she was feeling any semblance of smugness at the sight of the woman between her legs. Her cheeks are flush, her expression bashful - but the glint in her eyes is a clear indication that she's enjoying this somewhat public display more than she lets on. ]
We could tease them a little more. If that's what you want. The rest of the dice could just be for us.
[ Finally, sweet delicious deviled eggs. He's gonna fuck up a whole plate of these, and he just keeps piling them on. Hehe, all to himself. But he can't help and notice the little guy next to him doesn't have anything on his plate. What..! ]
What's the matter? Not hungry? It's free food, bro!
That explains the headlock... you're definitely gonna have to tell me more, though.
[ eiden says between one kiss and the next, arms still wrapped around him as he rises up on tiptoe to give as good as he's getting. beowulf indeed has hit the kissing goldmine because eiden can't get enough of it.
he parts lips easily with a him, tongue sliding against beowulf's, hardly shy about seeking purchase in the other man's mouth, tasting the heat of him. if anything, being tongue-fucked is like a dream, his body breaking out in a slight shiver in delight. he moans, sensitive and happy to indulge in a morning like this.
the heat of the shower rolls in and eiden feels it sliding over his skin, hands petting slowly down beowulf's broad frame, along his sides to rest at his hips, thumbs stroking lazily. his voice is soft and wet when he parts for a moment: ]
Alright, big shot... [ with a nip to his lower lip, eyes meeting again. ] Get in the water.
[Ashe brightened when he saw Olivine.] I have! I hope you've been well too. [He felt better knowing that he woke up next to Olivine and not a stranger. However, he forgot how he dressed so seeing the harness nearly made him knock his cup over. He quickly got it before anything spilled and sat back in his chair.]
Um, no I don't know when we got here or how. The last thing I remember was checking out the casino I believe it's called. There were so many things to do there that I was still trying to do something new. How about you?
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