【 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. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[ Kitagawa Yusuke does not know enough about Arisato "Caves On First Request" Minato just yet. But perhaps, someday, he will...
Minato offers his company a small shrug. ]
I guess it just didn't seem worth --
[ Here comes the costume designer hauling a very poofy, very unwieldy ballgown. ]
...arguing...
[ Oh... That skirt alone will surely take up the entire bed on set. Well. Whatever. Even Minato realizes he's just made his own metaphorical bed. Time to lie in it. ]
...
[ If this was his fate, may as well get this scene over with. Given how big a struggle it was for the poor costume designer to haul the dress over, it's probably easier to just get changed out here, huh. And given the content of said scene, Minato doesn't see any point in being modest.
Yeah he's just going to grab the hem of his shirt to start tugging it over his head. Whatever man. ]
[ the trailer door swings open with so much force, if irene had duller reflexes she might have well gotten smacked right in the face. on the other side stands manuela, in a gaudy boa-lined robe with sleeves that nearly touch the ground. she looks a little winded, but her eyes are bright, hopeful. ]
It really is y— oh.
[ no, actually, manuela will be stopping right in her tracks, blinking owlishly down at irene's chosen outfit. don't get her wrong, it's incredibly flattering on the woman but.
but. ]
It... is you, isn't it, Irene? Somehow I get the feeling this isn't what you would normally choose for yourself...
All these years, and her posturing, her irritation with him, it all feels familiar, almost the same, like no time has passed, after all. But she's taller, and her voice has matured. As much as Shanks doesn't like the idea of his little girl in a sex hotel, she's not a little girl any longer.
She did grow up...and he missed it.
To Uta's warning, Shanks lifts his hand and nods his head in acceptance.
"Of course not. Wouldn't dare expect it, either," Shanks assures her and manages a smile.
[Aurelia raises her eyebrow at the proclaimed ‘beauty warrior’ for a moment before professionalism kicks in and she raises her hand. In a voice nearly as dramatic and overacted she calls out.]
Foolish Beauty Warrior, to see in my your friend when instead… I WILL BE YOUR DOOM. I Am The Shadowcaster!
[The flowing black robes she’d been clad in burst into shadow tendrils, leaving Aurelia clad in several strategically placed strips of black cloth. The tendrils ‘rush’ towards Haru while giving her plenty of time to react and decide how to continue their barely scripted scene.
What kind of direction is ‘warrior gets ambushed by bondage witch’ anyways?]
[Fake a thrust, turn it into a slash, get parried anyways and be forced back a few steps by the counter stroke. Use her inhuman speed to force her back with a slice at her stomach and go back on the offensive. Aurelia is learning a lot, like how good Texas is with a pair of swords and that even with her age and experience she can’t trump a proper fighter with a blade.
How fun.
It’s only her inhuman abilities that are keeping her in the fight, and Aurelia is thriving. Though the director is waving frantically at them to get them to at least pretend to remember their lines instead of dancing back and forth across the stage.]
But you are my darling! My one and only, the only woman in this rain filled hole of a city that can challenge me! I’ll never let you go!
[That’s close enough to her line right? She’s forgotten them already. She probably doesn't need to respond to the part about keeping Texas waiting, her character is supposed to be kind oblivious to details while obsessing over her rival in misplaced lust and desire. She'd ignore that.
Duck that sword swing, parry the other one and be forced back, turn the momentum into a spin to go and try and strike Texas's back! The grin on her face stops being an exaggerated fake and became a small and real grin]
[ It's all a farce, from the illusion of a moon piercing through the dark of a velveteen sky to the churn of waves cast endlessly toward the shore by mechanisms unseen. A stunning bit of trickery, brought about by the same circuitry that paints the Vale in false sunshine and turbulent thunderclouds alike.
The grit of dry sand underfoot feels genuine, but like the seawaters garnished in frothy seafoam that dare to stretch out towards the demon as he sits upon the beach, it's more likely to have been concocted in a vat somewhere within The Golden Peacock than any ocean elsewhere.
All that lies within this set of make-believe are cheap facsimiles of the real thing. Except for the demon haunting a nighttime shoreline cast in shadow and the entity with eyes dark as pitch who observes him with an uncanny sort of calm. A creature J cannot pinpoint in origin by demonic senses alone, except to wrench from him one innate coil of dread from deep within his gut.
Instinctively, fear rises to the surface, but perhaps a breath later it twines together with a pull that's nearly gravitational. An urge that begs to cross the distance between two bodies that's entirely out of place for the moment, or how unfamiliar J is with the stranger in his sights. ]
On the contrary. [ Perhaps for once in his long life, he feels what it's like to be swept up in a gaze no different than a leaf caught within the inescapable clutches of a swirling tidal pool. ]
( to be honest, he finds this sort of thing so damn gauche. he thinks about refusing but... well, something changes his mind. what that is, he wouldn't really ever say; it's his business and no one else's, and that is simply that. what he will say, if asked, is that he finds the situation favorable, that for this ridiculous display for someone else's entertainment, he at least is paired with someone he... likes spending time with.
the script is god awful and has him second-guessing his decision to follow through with this farce. but, he's going to work with what they were given. maybe it's something they can laugh about later? ( doubtful, he's probably just going to be annoyed later, but he can deal with that then. )
so, that's how he finds himself in a ridiculously small pair of black swim trunks that just barely manage to keep his modesty in tact. even though this is a fake movie set, the fact they have something to mimic sunlight is, he sighs to himself, tragic. so, he's demanded to have sunglasses to help the brightness and glare of light off the pool.
because, yes. sylus, big bad feared boss man of the n109 zone, is playing a pool boy to manuela's rich, lonely, housewife. there are worse things he could be, probably.
currently, sylus has one knee pressed into the cushion of the lounge manuela is laying on, slightly kneeling over her as he slowly rubs sunscreen into her skin. his touch lingers and just the tips of his fingers gently glide down the slope of her neck before sweeping over a shoulder blade and down her side. he leans down closer to her, amusement coloring his tone as he murmurs, )
I don't believe this is part of my job description, Mrs. Casagranda.
[ Red blinks, eyes wide at the reaction - and she manages a smile despite that. There's a bit of relief in seeing her, even if she feels like it hasn't been that long at all. It's been very disorienting waking up like this, after all. ]
Er. Yeah, it's me.
[ She plucks at her dress with a shake of her head. ]
It was this or a robe. The trailer I woke up in didn't exactly have much to choose from.
[ that small moment there — where he drops character, thereby shattering the illusion outright — somehow it does little to ruin that faint flutter of hope beating away in manuela's chest. it should have, because what delusion can she cling to if he doesn't keep up the farce, but instead she finds her anticipation spike with promise.
this is ferdinand the person, not ferdinand the character, asking her if she would be alright with moving forward with this. the scene, what's expected of them, and all that that implies. he is asking her, too, for the chance to satisfy her, perhaps even in ways neither of them have fully thought out just yet. but he is asking. and somehow that alone is enough to reassure manuela that this thing that had felt so tenuous and wrong and risky... might not be quite as complicated as it has to be after all.
and when she thinks of it like that, how could she possibly resist? ]
...Yes, Ferdinand. I think that will do just fine.
[ they were definitely given fake names to use, but truthfully the script had all been tossed out the window the second they recognized each other.
but just like that, something between them shifts. two jagged pieces of a larger puzzle slot a little more easily — if somewhat clumsily — together, and something tentative but promising begins to blossom in the little crevices still left to be filled. an understanding, perhaps, that whatever happens next is something welcomed by both parties involved. and that maybe that's all they need for now.
and so manuela settles herself back into her chair, allowing herself to slip back into the character of teacher slash vixen. slowly, she draws one leg up over the other. it is a gesture meant to draw one's eye to the slope of that thigh, and make it notice how her skirt slips up a few inches higher to reveal even more skin. at the same time, the movement is for manuela's own benefit, allowing her to clench her thighs together in a bid for some relief; already, the anticipation has got her nerves feeling tight in all the best ways. ]
We can start now.
[ she makes a point of drawing her gaze down over his body, so wonderfully displayed for her like a prettily packaged treat, and lets her eyes linger on the beginnings of a bulge at the front of his pants. ]
Why don't you tell me what you'd like to learn first?
[What is a dark lord supposed to look like? Really an honest question, she’s known five entities like that and had to kill all of them, all she can really remember is the corpses. She supposes she can make him look like a corpse? A lich maybe. Aurelia lets out a small huff and steps back around to give him a more thorough once over.]
We have our work cut out for us then. Try not to complain too much, unless you’ve got some other direction to give me.
[Sure she’s a little annoyed that her melodramatics were met with such an anti-climax, sue her. She grabs the makeup tools and starts working on drawing lines and circles across his face, anchor points for the illusion she’s going to need.]
She nods, eyeing a pair of comfortable looking chairs near by and just walks over to them with little preamble. She takes a seat with her arms still crossed and looks at him expectantly. She waits for him to take his seat before she finally gestures around them.
“So what is this place?”
Because all she knows is that it’s a resort of some sort, with what are called movie sets. It’s all new, all too exciting to be caught up in it.
[Chobe doesn't really give a fuck about the acting gigs going around, but he's not going to pass up the chance for a new outfit. He picks something relatively tame, a business suit with a bit of gangster flavor, as it's the closest thing to familiar on the racks. He cleans up nicely, though it doesn't really help his overall demeanor.
He's about to fuck on off when he hears someone struggling, and without curiosity piqued, he pokes his head into Tsukasa's dressing area.]
Hah! Well look at that, a stray cat that doesn't know how to clean itself up.
[Aurelia lowers herself into the nearest unmanned booth and considers her reflection critically. Trying to spot the imperfections she’d been told she needed to have someone correct. It’s a good test to see how much Ishmael is subsumed by the possessing personality (if that’s what’s happening at all)]
Yes, please. I was told I needed to look ‘more alive’ for the upcoming shoot, but I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.
[She offers a kind smile as well, on instinct. Ishmael might not be her friend right now, but if she’s going to act the maid Aurelia will treat her like one, and she’s always been kind to what’s hers.]
[Lost in his role or not, Bakugo recognizes this gout of red flame in front of him. Red hair decorated with natural beauty, equally-red dress falling in all the right places to show plenty. Enough? No. But plenty. He'll take care of enough in a quick moment. Turning on his feet, he faces Reno fully, arms crossed as he walks towards him, boots gritting against the crystaline floor reflecting their bodies above. He's seen a lot of brides over his years as lord here, and while plenty of them have been pathetic, lame, useless, wastes, occasionally he gets something worth remembering.
Points for not bowing. That means he gets to put the man on his knees himself when he's good and damn well ready. Bakugo passes Reno's right, the ragged end of his cape lazily knocking against the redhead's ankle en passe. No doubt he's gonna feel his eyes wandering over him, taking in the sight. From the breadth of his shoulders to his torso tapering into his narrow hips, the hang of his visible arms and lean lines of his legs slipping out from crimson curtains.]
Heh. That's my call, not yours. [Passing around behind him, to the other side, the hem of his cape making some semblance of a "tail" sliding along the side of Reno's calf this time. Ironically, last October, he actually a dragon tail.] But lets see you prove it.
[ Aak is not the only one that agreed to a movie premise that sounded entirely different in pitch than it apparently was in practice. Everything from the name to the script had seemed to change from what Broca thought he was signing himself up for, and he is seething now.
While Aak might be in the middle of the set kicking up a fuss, Broca is standing to the side with as menacing an aura as he can manage to have, and given his past career was as menacing mafioso muscle? It's a pretty damn menacing aura.
He'll let Aak carry on for awhile, before finally piping up himself. ]
Show us the contracts we signed.
[ His tone is calm, but there's an unmistakable edge to it that suggests or else. It definitely sends some of the filming crew nervously flitting about, though whether they're actually looking for their contracts, or just trying to avoid more of his ire by pretending to is hard to say right now. ]
[ So trusting... so naïve. Subtle beauty is absolutely not what she is going to end up with, what a shame. ]
Totally. An expert.
[ Literally never done somebody else's makeup in his life. ]
Space Rebel is what I live for.
[ He goes back into an even darker powder with the same brush, layering it in the same place, then using a smaller brush to lightly dust hot pink around the outside. Galaxy is space, right? ]
Can I tell you somethin' dirty and you promise not to slap me? You seem like the kinda girl who might slap me.
silliness meter at 7.2 ... it is an acceptable silliness reading
[The Dragon Lord isn't going to ask; he already knows. Draconic guards met the village leader at the entrance to his domain, ready and expecting to receive their offered bride. Failure to pay would result in blackened wood and smoke-filled skies above the ominous glow of a town ravaged in flames. A fate which has only Hiyori Tomoe to plead of to avoid coming to pass. Please the dragon lord and spare the place called "home" he hails from. Tis his blessed curse and bridely duty.
Does he know this one's supposed to fail in purpose? ... Hell no! Bakugo's been swallowed by the role by now and doesn't give a shit about the script! He expects each bride to be a success! Why the hell would these damn extras give him something determined to screw up and fail? They won't do such a blunder if they know what's good for them. It'd be nothing to burn down the entire village and leave it barren where not even the crows would come to feed.
Don't ask about his acting talent. He can, and can well, but he usually refuses to. Hell, he refused to play one of his classmates in a school lesson about hero adaptation! Even though he knew all the details about Midoriya enough to violently criticize the person playing his childhood friend. Anyways...
His eyes bore into the gift in front of him. Taking in the sight of Hiyori's body, how the fabric accents and hides simultaneously. The bodies is nice, the sleeves matching, though the veil's already crinkling from the heat. Tch, they couldn't give him quality sheer for the headpiece? Bastards. Hoh? This one's got fire. Good, it won't be a fucking bore.]
Heh, baka. Brides are for whatever I want them to do. And if they're not useful, I don't keep them around. [A growling threat randomly punctuated by a belching pop and hiss of lava from one side, suggesting the fate of Bakugo's last boring-ranked bride. He steps off the dais and stalks towards this white-clad upstart, curling his hands as if he had claws. A few smoking explosions pop and burst around his fingers.] Maybe I should take my true form and show you just how grown I am?
[ With a frown, he turns toward the voice, about to open his mouth and protest- but it shuts after a moment.
. . . Never in his life has Tsukasa seen someone who looks this incredibly gruff. I-Is this part of the costuming? Because he would absolutely believe them to be some sort of gangster.
He recovers after a moment with a slight blush.]
It is not my fault. There is something funky about these clothes! They are too tight! Or something like that...
[ One cannot possibly fault the crew around these movies for type casting someone for their appearance, because the burly man pushing six three with the face of a hired thug is probably not who most people would think to cast for a film about two bottoms struggling to find love and sexual fulfillment with one another.
One can, however, absolutely fault the hell out of them for not bothering to do proper auditions for these roles, because while Natori is chewing the scenery and seeming to have the time of his life with this very D-rate porno, Broca's expression has not changed once. His tail twitches, his fuzzy little ears are pinned back against his head, but his expression has been set at a moody scowl since walking onto the set.
The only thing that takes his attention away from Natori hamming it up is the lizard crawling across his face, and even then he barely even blinks at that. It's not until character is broken that he says something in the first place as he's quick to take his hands back and cross his arms, protective of his big, callous mitts. ]
What's visible?
[ His weird magic tattoo doesn't strike Broca as that odd, but the fact that it might not be something most people can normally see does not begin to occur to him. ]
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