【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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But... [ The fangs, the ears? He can't believe she's a human, at any rate. But he can grasp that it must not be that simple for her. ]
Um, sorry?
[ He reaches out a hand towards her back, then thinks better of it. She sounds controlled, but after that flash of emotion, it feels like a spring held down. ]
It's... not an insult. All my friends are demons. Well, most of them.
Scott's slowly getting an idea of the kind of person his makeup artist is and he can't help but snort a little. Not that he thinks she isn't good with a sword, but there's a certain tilt in her voice-- an air that she carries that makes him roll his eyes behind his glasses. Hard for anyone to really notice or see, but he still gets some satisfaction out of it. Sometimes that's all that matters--]
But you're saying that you do still have special qualities in your blood.
[He's not expecting an affirmation to his next question, but Scott wants to get it out of the way now. He's also still reeling from the stuff that happened a couple of weeks ago, that pull of loneliness and being the only mutant here stronger than before.] Know of mutants at all?
[ Getting jostled by the shoulder does wake Minato up a little more, though it doesn't do anything to chase away the sensation of cotton stuffed in his head. He flinches a bit as a hand presses itself against his forehead, not quite understanding what Bakugo is up to.
But feeling unwell does mean he's too tired to put up any resistance. Minato allows himself to get toted off by the hand, immediately settling down on the bench. There's a sigh of relief as he sits down, grateful to be off his feet. ]
You're not done for the day, are you...?
[ Didn't Bakugo need to return to filming in a bit? The script can't keep going without its almighty Dragon Lord. So long as Minato can get a bit of rest, he'd probably feel better in a little while.
It seems he hasn't been at the resort for long enough to identify when something's afoot. He hadn't eaten anything strange and hadn't had anything weird to drink either, so Minato's certainly stumped. ]
[His eyes fixate on that drop as it travels, highlighting a path to downward that Vanitas feels compelled to trace with his tongue. He nips and sucks on a collarbone, kissing his way toward that nipple without hesitation. It's hard against his tongue like the other man's arousal is hard in other places.
Vanitas notices the movement at his waist, but doesn't realize that it's his belt being undone, the front of his trousers open. His arousal must have been obvious under the fabric, and now even more so as the clothing makes way to release his cock from its constraints.
Both Vanitas' brows furrow in an effort not to laugh at the line. Human. Right. He may not be cut out for this kind of acting, but he keeps it together long enough to nod. ] What did you have in mind? Are you curious about me? Do you want to know how I taste? [He's far too good at flipping that switch and going from seduced to seductive. His lips find his way back up to that mouth again, helping his partner's hands push his trousers down his hips.]
[he absolutely does not. is Akira going to anyway?? yes]
[but only for a brief moment before he laughs and tosses them aside, discarded like the rest of their stripped accessories. one hand sneaks underneath Minato's ruffles for the umpteenth time, coming to rest against the knee that is still outstretched and not occupied by Minato's elbow, fingers drumming lightly across the rounded curves of bone living so close to the surface]
If you're the one saying it. . .
[then Akira is allowed to agree, even if he wasn't the one suffering by running in around in lacy underthings!!]
. . . and by tight, do you mean--
[. . . the hand does not stay innocently perched far away from indecency for long. it's quick. it's meant to be, to purposefully take Minato by surprise, to draw either a sharp gasp or a quiet groan from those smiling lips. but Akira's gaze flutters, eyes lidded, firmly affixed on Minato's smiling features as his palm glides up that thigh once again. this time. . . his touch dips towards his companion's arousal-- blindly so, because he hasn't yet taken a peek at what he is working with yet, and he wants to see how the other Wild Card reacts-- but still with all of the brazen boldness Minato has come to expect from Akira thus far. cheeky!! even during intimacy!!]
[ Yep, definitely more intense now. The way the sharp protest just rolls straight into a polite greeting throws him off, and he hovers indecisively for a moment. But in his heart he can't stand the idea of being rude to someone who seems like she's trying to make nice, even if it feels like it came from nowhere, and he drops down, back into the water. ]
I'm the Demon King, Twilight. Pleased to meet you.
[...he really does sound pleased. Neither his doubts nor the depth of his voice in this form entirely hide it. He's making a friend already! A human friend. If he can do that maybe being here is an opportunity for him. ]
[ No, he definitely doesn't have the reaction time to do anything about it... Nothing bad has happened so far though!
Minato blinks as Nei digs into him even deeper. Now that he's thinking about it... ]
You're... worried?
[ Why was she fretting so much over a complete stranger? In fact, did they even know each other's names? There were definitely other guests at the resort who'd extended their concerns in spite of him being unfamiliar to him. In fact, it seemed to keep happening with reasonable frequency. Weird.
...or maybe she's just frazzled about everything that's unfolded at the resort this far, and she just needs good target to start swinging. ]
[ Minato won't have to wait long for Akira's hand to start wandering again. Even as it rests upon his knee, the fingers drumming lightly against it are proof of his restlessness. But because Akira offers no other signs of his intent to dive back in, the palm sliding up Minato's thigh is rewarded with the sharp inhale Akira sought.
He blinks, eyelids fluttering as the hand just barely misses where he wants Akira's hand the most. Minato's chin slips from the back of his hand, head bowed as he shakes it in faux disapproval. Teasing him like this, even after getting him all wound up... ]
What else could I mean?
[ Minato lifts his head as his hand returns to his side again, the earlier smile shifting into the more commonly-seen impassivity. Maybe he'd even look uninterested as his gaze breaks away, if it weren't for the red dusting his cheeks. ]
[If Hiyori was super worried about insulting people, well... he'd probably watch what comes out of his mouth a bit more often.
He blinks at the whole mutant-trying-to-take-over-the-world explanation, before he chirps:]
No kidding! That's no way to endear yourself! No one likes those power-hungry types. Even though some people never seem to learn that lesson...
[He's thinking of Eichi and Ibara from home. Who are not mutants. Probably. Anyway, there's something he doesn't get, so he continues to fix Scott with an inquisitive look.]
But mutants can also be superheroes, yes? Sort of like how people with Quirks from Baku-kun's world can be heroes or villains. Which makes it awfully short-sighted to hate you all for having powers, if you ask me. After all, you could be the one to pull them out of the wreckage, or catch them in midair and carry them to safety. And then they'll feel awfully foolish!
[He smiles curiously as he asks:]
Those are the sort of heroics you're gearing up to do, correct?
( he's so lucky she can't see that.. imagine this one getting more insufferable than she already is?? the snort makes her squint, and it's being counted as a strike. nei will remember this.
alright, alright. his moment of reprieve is over. it's time to start swatching a few shades of foundation on his cheek to see which would work better. she can chat and work at the same time because she's just sooooo good like that.
this one isn't a brag though. just a matter of fact. )
The things we hunt find my blood tastier than anyone else's.
( less an ability and more a property that makes her a bloodied cut of meat in a pit full of starved piranhas, but she won't go that far. a drop of it tends to be all it takes for them to drop everything to come for her with reckless abandon. which does have its uses! so maybe he's right. )
Um..? ( she's got her favorite of the three, and is now putting some on the back of her hand to warm it some before she gets well and fully started. ) No? I'm not really sure what you mean by that though.
[. . . what the fuck. cute. cute?? Minato does his best to feign impassivity, but the scarlet painting his cheeks, the flutter of his eyelids, the bow of his head. . . it all speaks of anything but. Akira's heart flutters, more heat sparking to life in his veins, coursing through him in a pleasant wave]
[he wants to see. to touch, to feel, to taste, to hear those familiar sounds of pleasure and need tumble from Minato's lips. but he doesn't finish that thought aloud as he surges forward to press a light kiss against the corner of the other Wild Card's mouth (the only part of his lips Akira can reach, head turned as it is), fingers finally brushing up against what Minato wants the most. curling tightly around heated, hardened skin, wasting no time in gliding down and then up again to start stoking those first few embers of pleasure]
i don't know sure you might be alive but it doesn't really feel like living what about things like sleepovers, going to the beach with friends even having someone who can be there for you if you're feeling down can make all the difference
And that's when you bring an umbrella. Or have someone follow you around holding one, since you're a Queen! ♪
[He says in response to the thing about getting a tan.
That grimace she's wearing, though... It does make him morbidly curious. Somehow he doubts it was just the jumping-around-and-getting-sweaty part that she objected to. Given some of the things he saw on other sets and personally experienced on the Lord of the Wings one, he knows full well how her movie could have turned out; what kind of "performance" they may have expected from her.
Still, she says the whole thing was "too silly to care about," so whatever indignities she suffered don't seem to have scarred her, anyway.]
I know exactly what you mean.
[And he leaves it at that. He won't pry! Instead, he casts his hand around in the swag bag for something to eat, while proposing a new and exciting idea.]
That's why I think we'd be better off making our own movie. Not the direct-to-video kind, but something like a concert film. That'd be fun, wouldn't it?
”Ah, I see.” Loki looks her over for a moment. “I’m guessing you had a sheltered childhood then? It is nothing to be ashamed of. I doubt you are the first to have been brought here who is inexperienced. Though I am sorry that this place is where you will learn.” And learn she will unless she wants to be punished, and not in the fun and kinky way. He truly feels for her. Loki can’t imagine how awkward that would be.
”If you don’t mind a bit of advice, I would recommend getting to know some people and try to find people you trust. You do have some time before the resort decides to punish you for inactivity, though I wouldn’t delay. You never know what they might do to encourage you. But it will be easier to handle if you have friends to help you through.” Loki knows this from experience.
He has half a mind to offer to help her himself, but then she mentions who she knows here, and in a way that indicates she’s not exactly happy with him. Loki sits up straighter, his eyebrows raising in an expression of surprise. Could this be the daughter Shanks mentioned to him a while back? The first chance he gets, Loki is going to send his friend a message and try to find out his side of the story, but for now, he simply listens to the young woman.
”I take it then he has the best of intentions, but they still ended up hurting you. I am afraid that is quite common for many, myself included. Perhaps, despite the strangeness of the nature of this place, this will be an opportunity for you to work out your issues with him.”
Loki grins, happy to have made her laugh. “You are attractive and pleasant to speak with, I am sure you will find your way.” His tone is much more honest now, losing all the teasing as he feels just a little bit awkward for teasing and flirting with the daughter of one of his lovers.
[ And that's why Minato will never truly stop Akira from asking those questions, unable to stop himself from letting the other indulge.
Lips press against the corner of his mouth; he thinks to turn his head, to return the gesture and allow Akira to deepen it. His mind is suddenly wiped clean though, nothing rattling about in his head other than how good it feels to finally have Akira's hand on him. The fingers curling around him come unexpected, still out of sight from beneath layers of cloth.
His breath stutters as Akira coaxes those first few embers of pleasure into something bigger, each stroke akin to the steady pump of bellows breathing life into the beginnings of a flame. ]
Then --
[ Minato swallows down a moan as he feels himself throb within Akira's grasp. ]
What else -- what else do you want...?
[ A question he may soon regret asking, but Minato finds that he can't find it in him to care at all. Not when Akira's watching him with sharp focus, mischief dancing within his eyes. ]
[ there is a nagging part of oushi'a brain that snags at those words; something that feels a lot like desperation, the bitter beginnings of a growing inferiority complex after finding himself so constantly surrounded by the exceptional and extraordinary. he is just as quick to wave the feeling away, not exactly eager to let it manifest into anything like tenderness or hope, and instead decides to throw his full focus on the task at hand—
which probably wouldn't be quite so bad if it weren't literally attempting to fully disrobe an objectively attractive young man. there is a fragility to vanitas' beauty that feels both deceptive and vulnerable, but oushi isn't nearly sophisticated enough to distinguish between them, or comprehend much more than the fact that, at even the most unflattering angle, vanitas had the kind of looks that could easily captivate.
the kiss is both a welcome distraction, and completely unexpected. for a second, after he straightens back up, he stands stunned, unable to fully comprehend what just happened. had he done something to deserve that kiss...?
but then the sting of the bite finally registers, and oushi flinches back out of reflex. his hands come up to close around vanitas' arms, just to hold the boy a few inches away while also grounding him. blood pools at the little pinprick on his lower lip, but he doesn't actually look upset about it... frankly, it's a wonder there's any blood to bleed at all, considering how red his face is. ]
Ow, [ he says, quite inelegantly. his eyes are searching, and in the greens vanitas would be able to spot the obvious confusion. ] Were you just feeding or...
[there it is. the first low groan of hopefully many, and Akira trails his lips to the curves of Minato's jaw, more kisses scattering feather-light across pink skin. the movement of his hand is achingly slow-- enough to draw out some pleasure, but not nearly enough to drag Minato towards that beautiful horizon]
[not yet]
[his response to that question is a low purr, rumbled against the skin of Minato's exposed neck, right above where the slowly-healing bruise peeks out from behind white cotton]
I want to watch you come apart at the seams.
[. . .]
And ruin this dress so badly the costume department won't ever want it back.
[and he punctuates that last declaration by swirling his thumb across the tip of Minato's arousal, his touch slow and slick and horribly teasing]
[and yet, Akira doesn't seem to mind, if his amused half-laugh is any indication. and despite the steep price he quoted her earlier--]
Dinner it is, then.
[apparently his services are, in actuality, much cheaper than he held them out to be. with the contract negotiated, he lifts both plastic bags and tilts his head towards a few of the other makeup artists]
I'll be right back.
[and then he vanishes further into the dressing room in order to deliver his meals. he isn't gone long! only about ten minutes!]
( cue an incredulous blink. honestly? probably a bit of column a and column b. not that she knows how to express either into proper words. but being so pointedly called on like that has her somewhat flustered, which only makes her scoff because that's just clearly the correct way to deal with that. )
I don't know you, but that doesn't mean I can't warn you.
( ? right? )
Would it sit right with you knowing that you could've prevented a bad thing from happening to someone if you'd just said something?
[ Matter of fact. She doesn't say it but truthfully, she's been here far too long for something like the problem they're faced with to really surprise her anymore. Nor for the solution to be... well, that. It wouldn't be the first time she's had to help someone out of a scenario like this one, although a actual death sentence was taking it to a whole other level.
She is starting to blush now, but not for any reasons of reluctance, just... ] Although I would rather be discreet about this in case any of the crew think we're auditioning for larger roles in this production.
[ You know, the doing stuff on screen kind.
There's got to be a vacant trailer around here, right? ]
[ It's impossible for Minato to obscure how he truly feels about those comments. In spite of remaining wordless, his body betrays his own desires: a shudder rolling down his spine, more of his arousal beading at the tip. The thumb swirling languid across his sensitive head doesn't help at all, the gesture just as slow as the rest of Akira's hand.
Warm breath puffs over a purple bruise on his neck. Minato swallows as the one who'd left the mark finds himself drawn to it once more. The bruise is lingering proof of the first time they'd fallen together. Who's to say that defiled layers of cloth couldn't be another form of it? ]
...greedy, trying to make it your own.
[ Insatiable, even, not that he's voicing any complaints. It makes him just as bad, doesn't it?
He won't comment on Akira's first statement, not when thinking about it would only make the flame beneath his skin burn with greater intensity. And in any event, part of the dress' innermost layer is likely already stained with the beginnings of Akira's playful teasing. ]
But I guess -- that's a form of rebelling against this place, isn't it?
[ Ruining one of its pieces of property, even if it's in a way that the resort probably approved of... ]
[Rude looks at Reno with continuously narrowed eyes, only turning away so he can change into the turtleneck and coat that he's supposed to be wearing for the scene. It's an ugly olive color that strangely goes well with his skintone, but is a little tight around his arms and chest.]
My problem? I don't have a problem.
[He keeps his pants on, not bothering to change those. Sighing, he moves closer to help Reno with his costume. It looks ridiculous, but he can't just let his partner struggle.] Let me do it. [Rude swats Reno's hands away to tied the tie, a ridiculous detail in a largely unrealistic school uniform. Anyone would be expelled for wearing something like that.]
[With fingers sliding underneath the apron, he eases it above Minato's head until the garment is fully free. There's still that more careful pull, unlike the headdress, although Scott doesn't fully pull away from that behavior, because he also just tosses the apron over his shoulder and clearly not caring about where it hands. It's fine!!]
Huh? [Oh, his own outfit. Yeah. Scott can't help but glance down the length of his body at the question, and it's not like anything has changed, it sure is still sticking to him like a second skin. But he still shakes his head, a small smile lifting at the corner of his mouth.]
Maybe, but it's okay. We're already working on you. I promise that I can endure this for a few minutes longer. [...] Besides, it's just the dress part left, right?
[Akira can also hear the director groan, and it takes all of his willpower not to break out into an amused, mischievous grin. not a fan of his acting, sir?? then why did you cast him in this role!!]
Sensei has more than just expensive tastes in coffee. He also likes--
[a dramatic pause. Akira hooks his fingers around his tie, purposefully digging between the creased edges, loosening the garment from his neck]
[the production crew gasps. they all lean forward, absolutely captivated by what he is going to say next]
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