【 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.
▶ 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 January event.
▶ 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. This month we also have an ongoing ATP / EMP where players can connect. Please feel free to utilize this for all of your peafowl needs!
▶ 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!
▶ 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.
For good or ill, the sapphire lenses on that mask are damned-near opaque. But tipped up, the strong lighting shows a hint of his gaze - brow furrowed, eyes definitely watching Hank in return.
His cock twitches with it. With the touch to his dick that he presses his hips into.
"Maybe...? I don't dislike it..."
This is definitely different from the books he's read, but he's still struggling to catch his own stride in it.
"Sorry-- I'm... usually more assertive than this..."
“It’s okay. Sometimes it’s nice, not havin’ to be all assertive.”
Hank said he’d take it slow, and he meant it.
But.
Alivian’s cock is hard and wet and big, and Hank can’t help the way he circles the tip. Fingers dipping beneath his underwear to brush against him.
“It’s good to let go,” Hank murmurs. Not trying to goad Alivian into any particular mindset; he’s just being honest. And it’s hard, too — for Hank, anyway — to give someone else control.
His hand on Alivian’s chin reaches up, fingers brushing along his mouth.
Alivian whines as he's touched more, sweetly goaded. Fuck if it isn't having an affect, making him think things that are definitely... both sexy as well as questionably sexy for other people.
But when fingers brush along his mouth, he's suddenly in his element. His lips part at the touch, and he drags his slightly elongated tongue against those fingers, between two. He can't quite reach the gap between fingers, but it's closer than a human could; he still tries.
And as it is, he groans and licks those fingers like they've been touching somewhere tasty.
For now, he forgets about warning that he has a knot to contend with...
"More... touch..."
It feels... nice, to let himself get swept up in this. Still making eye contact through the mirrors.
Hank asks this even as he’s pushing past that flimsy underwear, fist gripping Alivian’s cock. Stroking the head of him.
“Gotta tell me where you want it.”
Fingers trailing along Alivian’s length, then...
Hmm.
Just the brush of his pinky against soft skin at the base of Alivian’s arousal. And god, is he warm. Hank goes back to slowly jerking around the head of his cock, but every few strokes he’ll touch again — that thicker part of Alivian.
He’s kind of putting two and two together, but Hank still has to ask: “You wanna tell me about this?”
It's not his hand; the way his whole body feels like it's shaking inside is exciting. His girth is sizable, and he lets out soft, strained whimpers whenever Hank's pinky brushes close enough to the root of his cock that his knot gets the attention.
It's so gentle that it has him feeling chills, more precum eagerly flowing under Hank's touch. Goosebumps rapidly spread along the nape of his (flushed) neck, and he can't help but let out a soft, plaintive moan. Every so often, his legs quake with it.
When he replies, his voice is strained, as if on the verge of being completely fucking wrecked.
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His cock twitches with it. With the touch to his dick that he presses his hips into.
"Maybe...? I don't dislike it..."
This is definitely different from the books he's read, but he's still struggling to catch his own stride in it.
"Sorry-- I'm... usually more assertive than this..."
He's not used to feeling so swept up....
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“It’s okay. Sometimes it’s nice, not havin’ to be all assertive.”
Hank said he’d take it slow, and he meant it.
But.
Alivian’s cock is hard and wet and big, and Hank can’t help the way he circles the tip. Fingers dipping beneath his underwear to brush against him.
“It’s good to let go,” Hank murmurs. Not trying to goad Alivian into any particular mindset; he’s just being honest. And it’s hard, too — for Hank, anyway — to give someone else control.
His hand on Alivian’s chin reaches up, fingers brushing along his mouth.
“‘Least, that’s what I think.”
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But when fingers brush along his mouth, he's suddenly in his element. His lips part at the touch, and he drags his slightly elongated tongue against those fingers, between two. He can't quite reach the gap between fingers, but it's closer than a human could; he still tries.
And as it is, he groans and licks those fingers like they've been touching somewhere tasty.
For now, he forgets about warning that he has a knot to contend with...
"More... touch..."
It feels... nice, to let himself get swept up in this. Still making eye contact through the mirrors.
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“Yeah? Where do you want me to touch you?”
Hank asks this even as he’s pushing past that flimsy underwear, fist gripping Alivian’s cock. Stroking the head of him.
“Gotta tell me where you want it.”
Fingers trailing along Alivian’s length, then...
Hmm.
Just the brush of his pinky against soft skin at the base of Alivian’s arousal. And god, is he warm. Hank goes back to slowly jerking around the head of his cock, but every few strokes he’ll touch again — that thicker part of Alivian.
He’s kind of putting two and two together, but Hank still has to ask: “You wanna tell me about this?”
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It's not his hand; the way his whole body feels like it's shaking inside is exciting. His girth is sizable, and he lets out soft, strained whimpers whenever Hank's pinky brushes close enough to the root of his cock that his knot gets the attention.
It's so gentle that it has him feeling chills, more precum eagerly flowing under Hank's touch. Goosebumps rapidly spread along the nape of his (flushed) neck, and he can't help but let out a soft, plaintive moan. Every so often, his legs quake with it.
When he replies, his voice is strained, as if on the verge of being completely fucking wrecked.
"It's... my knot, that's at the root, there."