【 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.
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▶ 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!
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[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?
( bakugou's face isn't one that he's taken the time to learn, but there are easy tells, parts of him that seem to expose what he doesn't say more easily than he does; from his relatively calm stand point, distanced from the toy, distanced from touch, it's easier to map out bakugou's expression like he's studying it for clues, like there's some mystery to solve in the sweat that beads at his brow, the saliva slick on his lips, the trembling flick of his cock, oozing desperate spurts of pre-cum with his tension. he sounds fierce enough, despite the winded weight to his voice, but none of that threat is coming through in the tight, taut lines of his body, or the lidded heat of his gaze, or the panting pleasure of his breath. when his balls had been in the way of bakugou's knee, there had been a real threat there, and he'd taken it seriously: but now that he's curved himself between bakugou's muscular thighs, there's less of a worry. he can say what he wants, look at what he wants, without the risk of punishment, and as much as he trusts that there's reasoning behind bakugou's ego, that doesn't mean everything.
so he watches, a careful flick of his gaze down to where the toy connects: where most of it disappears inside of bakugou's clenched rim, where the rabbit ears flick and tease along the sensitive skin of his sac, and he could go deeper, could push it harder if he wanted to--but he doesn't want to, not really. where they're at now seems to be a measured balance between pleasure and discomfort, and he's thinking that pleasure will win out in the end, no matter how strange the sensation; he thinks it because of the way that bakugou looks up at him, the way that he lifts a hand towards him.
part of him thinks to slide back, to fold onto his knees and distance himself away from distraction--but it would be a lie to say that bakugou's hand doesn't feel good, warm and determined, sliding down his stomach towards his cock; it closes around the shape of him, and in answer, his hand pushes harder, pinning bakugou more firmly by the hip to the mattress. it's not necessary: not like bakugou is trying to lift himself away from anything, but it gives him a more determined focus point, a place to press against the pressure that builds up inside of him at the touch. a breath pauses, hitches up in his throat--his lashes lower, lift up again, look briefly to bakugou's hand and then back up again. )
Don't focus on me. ( coolly, despite himself: and not unkind, but rather, more necessary; he doesn't want bakugou getting distracted from the task at hand, and more than that, doesn't want the incessant pleasure humming through the vibrator to become more painful than enjoyable. ) Focus on how it feels.
( but he doubts bakugou needs that reminder, and maybe needs more for incentive: his own thighs flex, tense, the tip of his dick a wet, eager weight in bakugou's fingers; he forces in a breath. )
If you come, you can do whatever you want. But you have to come first.
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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?
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so he watches, a careful flick of his gaze down to where the toy connects: where most of it disappears inside of bakugou's clenched rim, where the rabbit ears flick and tease along the sensitive skin of his sac, and he could go deeper, could push it harder if he wanted to--but he doesn't want to, not really. where they're at now seems to be a measured balance between pleasure and discomfort, and he's thinking that pleasure will win out in the end, no matter how strange the sensation; he thinks it because of the way that bakugou looks up at him, the way that he lifts a hand towards him.
part of him thinks to slide back, to fold onto his knees and distance himself away from distraction--but it would be a lie to say that bakugou's hand doesn't feel good, warm and determined, sliding down his stomach towards his cock; it closes around the shape of him, and in answer, his hand pushes harder, pinning bakugou more firmly by the hip to the mattress. it's not necessary: not like bakugou is trying to lift himself away from anything, but it gives him a more determined focus point, a place to press against the pressure that builds up inside of him at the touch. a breath pauses, hitches up in his throat--his lashes lower, lift up again, look briefly to bakugou's hand and then back up again. )
Don't focus on me. ( coolly, despite himself: and not unkind, but rather, more necessary; he doesn't want bakugou getting distracted from the task at hand, and more than that, doesn't want the incessant pleasure humming through the vibrator to become more painful than enjoyable. ) Focus on how it feels.
( but he doubts bakugou needs that reminder, and maybe needs more for incentive: his own thighs flex, tense, the tip of his dick a wet, eager weight in bakugou's fingers; he forces in a breath. )
If you come, you can do whatever you want. But you have to come first.