【 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.
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▶ 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!
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( the pleasure he gets from seeing bakugou writhe underneath him seems to war with the odd, lingering sensation of disappointment; that hand moves from his cock to his thigh, smearing his own interest there without permission, and his tongue flattens over his lower lip, like it wipes away some of that smug pleasure, some of that haughty hubris. beneath him, bakugou's body is tensing, shifting, pushing and pulling against the sheets like he might just peel himself away entirely, run and claw up the headboard and slink out from the pressure of the vibrator entirely. but he's surprisingly well trained, laying there despite it all--despite the way that he can feel the vibrator through his grip on it, rattling around the thin, slender bones of his fingers as he clutches at it. he's not one to force it too soon: he waits for bakugou's limits to expand, waits for him to get used to a little more, before he pushes forward, waits, snags it back a half inch to nestle it in again.
even that curse is a little funny; it's muffled between wet fabric, muffled there between his teeth, where bakugou's nagged his mouth into the pillow--his lips split with one raw, real smile, teased between shallow breath, before he recognizes the odd sensation on his face, and tries to wipe it away. bakugou's squirming helps: his own hips tense, like they want the feeling back but don't quite know how to ask for it.
it doesn't matter. the point of the whole thing is this--where his hand pushes, wags and nuzzles the head of the vibrator in further, until it feels like that's all that bakugou is willing to give; the bunny ears flick and nuzzle, teased in towards his sac, humming and roving around with gentle, tender circles. )
You don't have to talk if it's too much for you. ( he says softly, a little smug, despite himself--and rather than give bakugou the opportunity, he slides himself down, skin brushed to the top of bakugou's naked thigh; he uses his free hand to pivot, to hold bakugou's legs apart at the knee, to wedge himself down between them, rather than stretched out against him. there's some relief there, at least, that the twitch of his own erection is left between his thighs, rather than the mercy of bakugou's clenched fingers, as his knees bend to hold his weight there, spread out beneath bakugou's legs as though he's propping him up.
maybe like he's there for some other reason, really, except the vibrator is still stubbornly pushed where he might go, and his free hand is now clamped down on bakugou's pelvis, holding one side of his hip down to the sheets. )
Is it too much for you? ( he's more sure of himself, now that there's a little more space--and part of that, honestly, is his own brand of kindness; if bakugou's muffling himself into pillowcases, then maybe it's best to put this space between them, and not work to overwhelm him. ) Tell me to stop if it is.
[it's deliberate (he says in his mind), trading his hand from aki's dick to his thigh. no more column of pulsing flesh beating between his curled fingers, feeling each treacherous beat of pleasure through his member as he tried getting his mind around reality. instead he's slathering evidence of aki's interest all over his own skin, fingertips widening in a splay across long bunched cords of muscle, thumb gripping meat hard enough to dent into his complexion. it feels good, every little piece of evidence aki's enjoying this despite being at war with whatever inhibitions struggle their hold in lines across his mind. the man's got his hand on the end of a dildo shoved up another guy's ass and he's the one with a fucking hard-on because of it. glass beads of precum welling on the tip of his interested cock now free to drool down its length towards his balls barely brushing the blonde's thigh aki's so willingly mounted. some part of him wondered if the hunter would finally break, pull back, give up with a "i'm done" snap and grunt before he had to admit he actually likes this. instead, he pushes the toy in further and fuck is it tempting to kick his stupid face in reaction!
his abs tighten without his permission, crunching inward as his skin sinks across and between each individual cut groove. breath sucked in, hips twitching upward more on one side thanks to a damn brute saddling his thigh on the other. a thigh he continues incessantly pushing up and nuzzling against aki's balls whenever his flushing brain can remember to send a signal to it. head turned slightly, teeth snagging pillow case material, a line of drool starting to soak into fabric, and his sharp red eyes still lock onto a bare flicker of curve on aki's face. a smile, sincere and aroused, amused and interested. bastard. now he's trying to clam back up and all he can do is writhe on the bed each time a pink perverted wand wiggles around inside his ass. pushing it in further, sending a freezing stab of pain and strangeness shooting up his body so hard his eyes widen and his mouth falls open with a sharp yelp of surprise. what the hell just stretched open in there?! or was that all because of those two dumb pairs of plastic "ears" nuzzling into his own sac, vibrating right up the cords into his groin until he's torn between cumming and pissing. fucked-up shitty toy pushing too many buttons at the same damn time!]
Sh-shut up! Guh-! ha-ahh... ngh- ni... can handle this! [cracking and panting like he fucking can't. pressure against his thigh, he instinctively drops his knee and stretches his leg further to spare aki's orbs. until the man's repositioned enough to grip at knee and push his legs apart, spreading open on either side to flank the hunter's body between his thighs. toes curl on the left, dragging at the sheets and alternating with his heel grinding to the bed. ankle pops on the right as his leg's abandoned hovering in the air just above aki's ass as he slots himself down comfortable in his personal space. he snares one knee with his fingers, squeezing in a death grip as moving his legs sends lightning snapping through his spine. muscles harden, the cords of his neck stand out with one grunt and choked-back yelp after another until aki's finally done moving them both. with his legs now thrown over top the hunter's thighs in an arched drape, knees brushing at his obliques and the tendons beneath them cradling his pelvic curves. right before a hand catches his hips and pins him to the bed, earning a visible spurt of crystal-clear precum lancing from his dick to slap into the mess all over his glistening stomach.]
Mo... move like that... again... and I'll fucking kill you- [fire, ice, lighting, pain, stretch, jolt, burn, freeze, spark, felt like everything in the world was exploding in his body through the entire torturous heavenly process. how the hell do some people get manhandled while they're getting fucked?! aki barely shuffled his legs around and he was gonna blow his load, scream, or pass out all in one eternal second!! whap! flushed face, panting breath, saliva on his lips, sex-blown eyes, hooded lids, sweating face, all that's ignored in favor of reaching between his own v-straddled thighs and slapping his hand onto aki's chest. doesn't have direct "threat" to his balls anymore, but he's dropping his hand, dragging wet lines down his diaphragm as sweat smears beneath his palm's heel and knuckles. over the hills of his stomach, until the underside of his forearm's nuzzled wet against his own throbbing erection, and he's once more able to wrap his hand around aki's dick. slushing precum and perspiration together into a soaking coating. can't jerk him off from this position, but he can manhandle him a bit instead.] When then hell... did I.. tell you to stop?
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even that curse is a little funny; it's muffled between wet fabric, muffled there between his teeth, where bakugou's nagged his mouth into the pillow--his lips split with one raw, real smile, teased between shallow breath, before he recognizes the odd sensation on his face, and tries to wipe it away. bakugou's squirming helps: his own hips tense, like they want the feeling back but don't quite know how to ask for it.
it doesn't matter. the point of the whole thing is this--where his hand pushes, wags and nuzzles the head of the vibrator in further, until it feels like that's all that bakugou is willing to give; the bunny ears flick and nuzzle, teased in towards his sac, humming and roving around with gentle, tender circles. )
You don't have to talk if it's too much for you. ( he says softly, a little smug, despite himself--and rather than give bakugou the opportunity, he slides himself down, skin brushed to the top of bakugou's naked thigh; he uses his free hand to pivot, to hold bakugou's legs apart at the knee, to wedge himself down between them, rather than stretched out against him. there's some relief there, at least, that the twitch of his own erection is left between his thighs, rather than the mercy of bakugou's clenched fingers, as his knees bend to hold his weight there, spread out beneath bakugou's legs as though he's propping him up.
maybe like he's there for some other reason, really, except the vibrator is still stubbornly pushed where he might go, and his free hand is now clamped down on bakugou's pelvis, holding one side of his hip down to the sheets. )
Is it too much for you? ( he's more sure of himself, now that there's a little more space--and part of that, honestly, is his own brand of kindness; if bakugou's muffling himself into pillowcases, then maybe it's best to put this space between them, and not work to overwhelm him. ) Tell me to stop if it is.
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his abs tighten without his permission, crunching inward as his skin sinks across and between each individual cut groove. breath sucked in, hips twitching upward more on one side thanks to a damn brute saddling his thigh on the other. a thigh he continues incessantly pushing up and nuzzling against aki's balls whenever his flushing brain can remember to send a signal to it. head turned slightly, teeth snagging pillow case material, a line of drool starting to soak into fabric, and his sharp red eyes still lock onto a bare flicker of curve on aki's face. a smile, sincere and aroused, amused and interested. bastard. now he's trying to clam back up and all he can do is writhe on the bed each time a pink perverted wand wiggles around inside his ass. pushing it in further, sending a freezing stab of pain and strangeness shooting up his body so hard his eyes widen and his mouth falls open with a sharp yelp of surprise. what the hell just stretched open in there?! or was that all because of those two dumb pairs of plastic "ears" nuzzling into his own sac, vibrating right up the cords into his groin until he's torn between cumming and pissing.
fucked-up shitty toy pushing too many buttons at the same damn time!]
Sh-shut up! Guh-! ha-ahh... ngh- ni... can handle this! [cracking and panting like he fucking can't. pressure against his thigh, he instinctively drops his knee and stretches his leg further to spare aki's orbs. until the man's repositioned enough to grip at knee and push his legs apart, spreading open on either side to flank the hunter's body between his thighs. toes curl on the left, dragging at the sheets and alternating with his heel grinding to the bed. ankle pops on the right as his leg's abandoned hovering in the air just above aki's ass as he slots himself down comfortable in his personal space. he snares one knee with his fingers, squeezing in a death grip as moving his legs sends lightning snapping through his spine. muscles harden, the cords of his neck stand out with one grunt and choked-back yelp after another until aki's finally done moving them both. with his legs now thrown over top the hunter's thighs in an arched drape, knees brushing at his obliques and the tendons beneath them cradling his pelvic curves. right before a hand catches his hips and pins him to the bed, earning a visible spurt of crystal-clear precum lancing from his dick to slap into the mess all over his glistening stomach.]
Mo... move like that... again... and I'll fucking kill you- [fire, ice, lighting, pain, stretch, jolt, burn, freeze, spark, felt like everything in the world was exploding in his body through the entire torturous heavenly process. how the hell do some people get manhandled while they're getting fucked?! aki barely shuffled his legs around and he was gonna blow his load, scream, or pass out all in one eternal second!! whap! flushed face, panting breath, saliva on his lips, sex-blown eyes, hooded lids, sweating face, all that's ignored in favor of reaching between his own v-straddled thighs and slapping his hand onto aki's chest. doesn't have direct "threat" to his balls anymore, but he's dropping his hand, dragging wet lines down his diaphragm as sweat smears beneath his palm's heel and knuckles. over the hills of his stomach, until the underside of his forearm's nuzzled wet against his own throbbing erection, and he's once more able to wrap his hand around aki's dick. slushing precum and perspiration together into a soaking coating. can't jerk him off from this position, but he can manhandle him a bit instead.] When then hell... did I.. tell you to stop?