【 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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Ah, well... I do not think of myself as such. I am far more of a sidekick or party member than hero! The 'artificial intelligence' seems to think otherwise. Why do you ask?
[ with each new word, the furrow between sein's brow deepens, unable to shake off the feeling of being stalked across a wide open field, wearing all white with multiple lights shining down on him.
there's absolutely no hope for him here, is there? ]
So you're asking if I'm a hypocrite.
[ that's what he's gathering, anyway, but would any jury in the world convict him if he missed a thing or two? at least he's attempting to digest all this, instead of turning towards the camera like he were in the office and calling for the director to make some calls here. ]
I can't say I can find any kind of pleasure in knowing someone else is suffering, especially if they're choosing to come to me to seek comfort in the first place.
Though I guess I can see where someone who enjoys power might be drawn to the role. You're saying a priest can grant forgiveness? For all sins? No offense, but that's a lot more responsibility than I care to have at any given time.
[He didn't want her to feel bad for him or responsible or anything. This place doesn't pick and choose who to bring and whom to send away. After all, it keeps dragging in his friends, and he wants to fight against it with all of his being.
He drags one of the chairs to pretend he's working on Makoto, while they talk.]
There's nothing to apologize for. It is not ideal in the least, but one finds a way to handle it. Especially when other people are stuck with you as well. You form a mutual understanding, and they are willing to help out, even if it is just for their own gain.
[To be fair, Johnny's default mood is always 'bitch' with a serving of whatever curse word you prefer. This is no exception, hence the stupid nickname. However, Johnny is not being nearly as bad as he could be. At least not yet. If anything, he is just experimenting for the time being, seeing how far Fluffy here will go for a smoke.]
Empathy is for the weak.
[He says after blowing smoke directly at the poor guy’s face. However, just when you think Johnny was going to be a real bitch and just mock the poor guy, he suddenly passes the cigarette over to them without much fuss. Yeah, Johnny Silverhand is a dickhead but he’s not that much of a dickhead.]
Keep it. You’re going to need to set your nerves straight.
[He mutters before stretching his arms high above his head. Yeah, that silver arm of his is a military prosthetic. Even though it’s a bit dated appearance wise, it doesn’t look that ancient. This long-haired rockerboy is definitely ex-military though.]
The name’s Johnny, by the way. [He introduces with a slight sigh at the end after getting a satisfying pop in his shoulders.]
Johnny Silverhand, rockstar extraordinaire and living legend.
[It actually saddens him to meet people who love art but can't enjoy it for one reason or the other.]
While art that is displayed here is mostly, well, pornographic in nature, there are some books containing proper pieces of art in the library.
Yes! It is a difficult road, I admit, but I find joy in it- the elation from managing to make a piece of art that expresses exactly what you feel and think is unmatched by anything.
[ the attention to her clothing — if one can even call it that; really, isn't it more just a glorified sack with a hole for the head? — puts a brief frown on her lips, bordering on a pout. her hands find her hips, which is the only way one can even hope to find a hint of a body under there. ]
It's awful, isn't it? And the color completely washes me out.
[ all that dreary gray... how insulting. if she hadn't commandeered the make up room herself, nobody would have even bothered to apply so much as blush to her cheeks!
but, she can sense enough he would rather talk about anything but the reason he's there in the first place. and that does mollify her enough that she decides not to push... for now. after all, part of the concern was making sure he wasn't off sulking alone. it'd be extremely counterproductive for her to nag him so much he all but pushes her away. ]
Had your plan been to get me alone, I would have been flattered.
[ said in a way so saccharine it's clear she knows that he knows that hadn't even been a consideration of his, let alone a plan. but that's alright, manuela is only more than happy to let him find his distractions, even if she shoots them down at every turn. ]
Instead you make me hunt for you, and now my feet are sore. [ they wouldn't even give her heels... just awful knockoff uggs. imagine! walking around flatfooted!! ] How do you expect to make that up to me?
(smiling tightly as i type this) "Tiny Titty Shrine Maidens Milk Miko Mamaries"
[The sacrilegious boob guy responsible for the Big Titty Nun joint must surely find their enthusiasm bolstered by the success of their first production. Nothing else can explain the sudden and prolific outcropping of similarly themed shoots that leave no stone unturned, no spiritual theme untouched, and no figure silhouette unrepresented.
Miko doesn't need to be under the sway of her costume, modified and embellished even more than what she typically wears on the job (yet infinitely cheaper in construction) to force her to act a certain way. It certainly doesn't hurt, though. She could do without the restrictive ache in her chest that the outfit brings, though; it itches to the point of burning and has her pinching her back teeth together restlessly. If anything, it does put her in the mood to run her little shrine-away-from-home with an iron fist. She brings her arms across her chest to cross them, but the pressure doesn't help much.]
Well, well, what sort of trouble do we have on our hands this time?
[Miko leans in sideways to get a better full-body look. Her opposite "costar" isn't unfamiliar to her. This isn't the first time, Miko remembers, that circumstances have put Rin in a position to capitulate or be disciplined. Hard not to wonder if the poor thing is being purposefully targeted... or if there's some secret latent longing cruelly being tempted out against any efforts to the contrary.
But she remembers, too, that this girl has a sharp mind and that she seemed very content to ask questions that pried up the edges of her deepest feelings. She might remember that a little too well.]
What the hell are you doing?! [Why is he looking all over the place like a frantic rat when he just told his stupid face those things aren't here?! Bakugo grabs a hem of his robe and yanks it, checking the material. Cheap despite it's gaudy nature. Great. And he blew up the majority of the trailer itself. Leaving Yato to rummage, he heads for the closet and yanks the door open. Time to see if anything survived the blast...
Ugh, what is all this crap?! A bunch of strange outfits and costumes! This really is an actor's trailer. He starts swishing clothes around on the hangers, rifling through his options to find something remotely decent. Decent meaning something he wouldn't be caught dead wearing.]
They left it in your world. [Clothes, weapons, belongings, everything except their innate powers and abilities. Bar a few exceptions Bakugo has no knowledge on. When Yato explains, he only offers a curt grunt of understanding. But the answer doesn't change.] Then he's not here.
[That's not even remotely related to the meta argument!]
yeah, at how 16 you look!
[DUH!! No one said his appearance was abnormal! Just that it was younger-looking than 21 one! Even if Bakugo's met some young twenty somethings who still look like their in high school. Case in point, Till. And some teenagers who look like young adults. A few of his upperclassmen come to mind.]
[If he can't blow through the locks, then he'll blast the damn chains to pieces and give Reno his limb's freedom. Should it become a hindrance/annoyance during their actions together. Bakugo isn't a fan of restraints in the first place, having been under them a number of times in his life and hating every damn instance. But there's a charm to these glittering gold bands around the Turk's wrists and collar, a heady rush o power to his head as he plays with the chain. A yank, a wind, able to move Reno's head and torso in slight ways with a few small motions.
Now's not the time to be asking any sort of history questions. Bakugo's having too much fun making the guy shiver with his mouth alone, not even bothering to use his hands at the moment. He's not touching him beyond this and he feels his arousal starting, coursing through his skin and veins with a hot run sizzling down to his fingertips. Tch, these fake claws are gonna be a pain soon, probably break off on the sheets or floor or wherever they end up doing it. He bites on the sensitive flesh, taking cartilage between his teeth and nibbling slightly.]
Use your legs, dumbass. [He even accounts for Reno's muscle memory, one hand sweeping to cup at his far shoulder and haul upward for countering any attempt at rolling out of the leg swipe. And just to spite those words shot at him, it's only a second before Bakugo shoves his free arm beneath the man's legs and hauls him up bridal style against his chest, bared muscles flexing in an impressive ripple of pectorals, biceps, and shoulders. Nice to know Reno's got his training; he'd've been pissed if he flopped like a damn fish on the ground.] I could drag you by your wrist like a corpse.
[And swings back towards the dais, heading towards the mass of crystals and its glass-smooth bowl instead of the mound of furs.]
[ There it was, the explanation that Broca was half expecting from the beginning. It's not as if no one else in all of these wide worlds could know what an ayakashi apparently was, but the phrase mixed with the immediate assumption he wasn't human hit specific notes that gave him a deep sense of foreboding.
By the time the word "exorcist" is out of Natori's mouth, Broca's ears are pinning back, and his eyes are closing as he lets out an exasperated sigh. It's probably not helping his own assertions that he's human to be responding so strongly to that, but he has his own reasons...
He'll leave it be for now, forcing himself to open his eyes again, and turning his gaze onto the crew that's milling about between the takes right now. ]
Who knows? I already knew other worlds exist, but I'm not an expert.
[ He's just been assuming that's what this is. Another planet, but a strange one, and one that has incredible building security to keep people from breaking out instead of in. ]
[bastard. hiking a leg up under the sheets, lifting his tail, smirking over his shoulder like some goddamn prey playing with his food. why the hell can't he shove his finger in any further?! already in to the fucking knuckle. that's it! time for another one, just so he can try and wipe leona's stupid smirk off his face! made even better with how his body's clenching around his finger. muscles squeezing and rippling like a tube of ribbon and hills. damn, he's really got that much control of himself back here?]
Then don't be an asshole. [he says to the guy already being an asshole. yet he takes a moment to trade his second finger around the lion's stretch rim, getting him to loosen up before pushing in index inside. it's a stretch. it'll probably burn. but he leans over leona's shoulder and captures his mouth in a warm kiss. if he really appreciated a content lion, he wouldn't have yelled at him to get out of the bed in the first damn place.]
[Aww, she's cute. Like yes, he was teasing, but still: go off queen. For one, she is doing a good job on both their makeup.
And also, more interestingly (no offense to the art departments out there, he's just biased), it sounds like she's also exorcist-adjacent. She might see some distinction in the sort of creatures they're combating, but "ayakashi" is such a broad umbrella that something called a "disaster beast" should surely be covered, Natori thinks confidently as if he's the expert in both of their worlds.]
That's impressive! [He means it! There's still a slight bit of that "aged mentor (read: dude in his 20s in anime) humoring a teenager" energy, but that's more because he's talent making small talk with makeup. (And maybe because she snuck 'selfless' in there.)] And a close-range fighter, too. I can only manage a staff as a last resort.
[She seems a little young to have the highest mission clear count out of... whatever group she operates out of, unless it's like saying Seiji had the highest success rate out of the two of them when they were picking up odd jobs in high school. But he was picking up odd jobs in high school, so it's not like her age strikes him as that unusual. A little nostalgic, maybe. He was also pretty overconfident at that age. (Maybe not that overconfident.)]
...Bills for public destruction of property, huh. [Okay, that element isn't as institutionalized in his exorcist community-- but then again, she did say she was in a city. A lot more property around to destroy!]
[ and so, manuela cheats a little. after all, the intent had been to have him discover the parts she liked to be touched the most, but hadn't she given too much away by already leading his hand towards her breasts? not that it truly matters, when the end result is all the same anyway. she had noticed how his eyes strayed there, and so it would have really only been a matter of time before he thought to explore her chest anyway.
at least she doesn't bother being coy. from that first eager grope, he draws from her lips a soft gasp whose heat matches the warmth on her cheeks. his hands might not have had the experience to guide them, but neither are they burdened by clumsiness or uncertainty. there is an assuredness to his ministrations that she can recall from his time as a student back at the academy, echoing the way he would so confidently take up any weapon with the sheer audacity to not only succeed, but succeed immediately.
damn the costume department and their lack of foresight. while undoubtedly the slight peeks of that lacy bra beneath the deep and parted collar of her blouse adds to the titillation of the scene, but all it does for manuela is rob her of any proper sensation. she has half a mind to tell him to forego the foreplay entirely — and that in itself is perhaps a little worrying, how quickly she wishes for more — but if it really is true that he is that inexperienced... doesn't she have a duty to make sure this moment will be a memorable one for him? she ought to make this as worthwhile as it is informational.
but it is getting increasingly difficult to remember herself when he starts kissing at her neck like that. two for two? already? his success rate is a little dizzying; before long, he'll have found all her erogenous zones, and where would that leave manuela?
...in a wonderful place, undoubtedly, but that isn't the point. or is it? goddess she's beginning to lose herself, and they've barely even started.
he's on his knees, and so she had made room for him. uncrossed her legs so that they can part just enough he has space to maneuver closer however he'd like. this of course draws her absurdly tight skirt even higher up along her thighs, to the point they nearly only encircle her hips. she can feel the cool air of the set on her inner thighs, and higher still where she runs molten, making her nerves feel even more sensitive wherever his touch lands. but that damned shirt, that damned bra. ]
You're doing... quite well already.
[ that breathlessness? she doesn't have to affect it at all. ]
Mm. [ her own hands find his arms now, fingers trailing over the sleeve of his shirt where it strains against his biceps. ] But don't forget that learning is also about taking risks... Big, bold risks.
[ there is a giddiness to manuela's voice that seems to de-age her about 20 years. she helps herself to a seat beside irene (considerably more ladylike, by comparison) and settles the bowl upon her lap. she helps herself to a modest handful, knocking it back like she might a shot. ]
The trailers aren't so bad, [ she says, after finishing. ] When you return to yours, you should check to see if they've left you any treats as well.
[ but — that's neither here nor there, is it? after a moment, the air between them seems to grow somber, as manuela finds herself unable to bat away the worry that had overtaken her the second she allowed herself to even consider that irene might have been back. she reaches out to lay a hand over one of irene's, her gaze earnest. ]
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