【 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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( while the question may have been mostly a tease, it's also something that was a proper question. her comfort is top priority, he doesn't give a damn about proper angles and doing a dumb movie. regardless of how silly this all might be, if she's not into it, sylus isn't going to be into it. if manuela had said no, he would've easily backed off and found some other route for intimacy.
however...
she gives him the blatant opportunity and even he isn't immune to the surprise of her agreement and swift action. his gaze follows the discarded top and watches as it hits the floor. it truly was pretty useless, but it did provide some measure of coverage — more or less — and now there's nothing. he remains silent as he allows himself a moment to drag his eyes back to her and, well.
he looks.
every woman has something about herself that's beautiful. and while any fool could see that physically manuela is truly something to behold in clothing as well as out, apparently, it isn't just her looks that make her attractive. she carries herself with such confidence, and to allow him a glimpse at something vulnerable makes her even more so.
after he takes that moment to himself, his expression softens as he shifts to fit himself better on the lounge. which, after a minor adjustment, is between her legs. )
I don't.
( mind, that is. he's no fool!!!! and he gets right to work, once again squeezing some lotion into his hands and rubbing them together first to make sure it's not too cold and then begins on the front of one leg from ankle to just barely mid-thigh before going back down again to make sure it's all rubbed in. the other leg gets the same care, and for both he doesn't go any higher just yet. no, he's enjoying the freedom of touch and will indulge so long as she allows. )
[ Excuse?? Of course he woke up here too. Not today, no, but about a year ago, and he didn’t jump anyone. Which is what he’s about to say, cheeks puffed, when the other man accuses him of being the culprit behind all of this. An accusation that makes Rokurou laugh, a rich sound from the chest, indignation swiftly popped like a cheap balloon. ]
Me? If I was your kidnapper, I would have done a better job than this.
[ He certainly wouldn’t have left the guy untied and fallen asleep in the same room. No, his companion would have been hog-tied, gagged, and tossed in a corner somewhere. Much less glitz and glam… though potentially more clothes. ]
Cover up, I can see through your robe. [ he tosses the blanket from the bed down, ] You can call me elder brother, or Senior Rokurou. I’ve been here longer than you have.
[ He puffs up with some pride. Not only has he been in the resort for a year, he’s been a daemon for three. This young looking guy is his junior so he’ll act as his mentor. ]
( this entire moment felt like a hazy dream to reira, filled with excitement and the thrill of something new awaiting her. she wasn't entirely sure if tifa would be willing to indulge her desires, but her mind was far too hazed and affected by the influence of her suit. all she could think about was how soft tifa felt in her embrace, how her large breasts pressed against her own and just how tantalizing her lips looked. they seemed to call to her, swelling her heart with anticipation and yearning. she wanted nothing more than to bridge that gap between them and kiss her—
yet she only yielded at the soft and kind words the other woman said to her. )
You do? And.....I would want nothing more than that. To peel off the layers of your clothes and to trace my hands over your beautiful body and I....and I—
( despite being so bold and brazen with her advances, words dripping with as much lust as possible, reira still had a bit of shyness to her. never in a million years would she have imagined that she would be this kind of person— a woman who enjoyed the affections and pleasures that came with being intimate with another woman. yet the more time she spent here, putting aside her suit, the more she found herself yearning and craving the company of women like tifa. their soft skin, tenderness and ability to truly bring her to pleasure all left her mind in a confused blur.
but now? she was certain this was what she wanted. so she blushed softly as those fingers trailed down against her mouth, lips parting almost instinctively. )
I just want to kiss you and bring you so much pleasure. I really want to see everything about you.
[Actually, he hasn't done this much. He's usually the one in her place, getting his make-up done. But those experiences should allow him to do hers! In any case, he's confident!]
Yep, that's the spirit! Leave everything in my hands! ♪
[And then he starts applying primer to the brush he's holding.]
Movie and TV make-up isn't too different from the normal stuff. It's heavier and warmer, but it's still meant to help you shine~♪ Though not literally, since the goal is to offset the glare from the lighting so you don't look too shiny.
[He bends over her shoulder and moves the brush against her cheek, eyes focused on her face. Meanwhile he continues chatting away; it'd be a bit dull if he just worked in silence.]
Then it's also meant to help you get in-character. Even we idols have our own personas we're meant to embody. But anyway, which role were you cast in?
( he moves, and she watches as she would when sent to bring something to heel. gauging. studying. the smile on his face is something she'd be thrilled to wipe off the moment she's free, but she's got other things to pay attention to now that he's finally closed some of that distance.
the way she tries to press her knees together is both instinctive and futile, the warmth of his hand over her thigh a tether to the moment that she dare not look away from. the contrast is stark when the room feels as cold as it does to her, it makes it hard to focus on anything else but that hand of his and the words said as a guide, but she's holding steady even if her breath does pick up over it.
her laugh is haughty, if a bit breathless. the ego of a girl who thinks she's invincible is quite something, here she is still barking despite the muzzle over her bite. )
You couldn't hurt me if you tried.
( she prides herself a fighter, after all, and the mentor who'd taught her how hold a sword isn't known by the organization to be gentle even to this day.
not that she's not any less wound up despite her confidence - a hound all too happy to snap her teeth the first chance she gets. )
[Vanitas is thankful that one of them had that kind of confidence regarding the half fabric death trap they called a costume. He didn't even know any vampires who would dress so indecently. Since he feels himself getting upset about it all over again, he makes sure to focus on the man's clothing first.]
I'm called Vanitas. Pleased to meet you, monsieur Mori.
[He gives a little tip of his head to be polite since his hands are too busy for a handshake currently. Vanitas gets the vest off and pushes it free of his shoulders so he can do the same with the shirt underneath, stopping halfway to untuck it from his pants, his skin heating up a bit when he thinks about having to remove another person's belt..and pants.. And Keita is about 10cm shorter than him, he might have to bend down or--
Vanitas clears his throat abruptly.]
Are you going to want privacy? Let me know if I should turn you away for the rest of this.
[ Red, for her part, is a little relieved that Cellinia remembers her. She's relieved to see she's safe, if still subject to the absolute nonsense this place likes to throw at them. She's one of the people she'll miss if she gets out of here, she's sure. But she also doesn't know what the gap in her own memory means for her - for going home, for what happens to her, to what all of this means. She tries not to think too hard about it, though. Not right now. It's a problem for the future.
Instead she tries to chase. She wants to make it look at least a little convincing and she's fortunate that apparently Cellinia seems to want to do the same. Although the script, such as it is, is apparently going by the board. The wolf is supposed to run. Instead she turns back and Red slips and staggers and then finds herself on the ground. She reaches up to grapple with Cellinia, finding her close, atop her. Skin against skin, breathing heavy.
Her hands grasp at her - a shoulder, her waist - and she has to take a quick breath and she tries to avoid thinking too hard about what's meant to come after this. To focus on the words. ]
Good enough to have you by my side?
[ The words slide out. She's not quite sure of the mood in her tone, but she puts on a smile. Something confident. Play the heroine. ]
You're impressive enough for me to want you there.
[ Red shoots her an amused grin. It's good to hear that change in her voice. It's... reassuring. It makes her happy. She snags another candy and pops it into her mouth and chews and swallows before replying. Her expression settles and after a moment she turns her hand to give Manuela's a squeeze. ]
Honestly? I have no idea.
[ She sighs. ]
As far as I'm concerned, I went to bed like normal and woke up in the trailer. The weeks you're talking about might not have even happened as far as I'm concerned. It's... weird.
( her voice comes out far more soft and gentle than she ever intended. as much as she genuinely didn't mind being here and what was expected of them, reira began to understand that not everyone held such a positive view of things. much less of this place.
and while she had been selfish on imposing her feelings to red, she also wanted to support her as well. she wanted the other woman to know she understood her pain and even if everything was temporary, if none of this was remembered if and when they went back home [if they did]- it was okay in the end. )
So I'm going to do what I can to make sure you're happy during your time here. You can count on me you know? I might be useless and dumb sometimes but I....I care about you as a friend.
[ Red allows some of the tension to bleed out of her. She likes Reira. She likes a lot of the people she's met. It's just difficult to balance that with her own desire to go home at the end of the day. She hesitates for a moment and then drapes an arm around her shoulders and gives her a little squeeze. ]
You're not dumb. Trust me, I've met some very dumb people. I'm glad to have you as a friend here - just rely on me as much as I rely on you, alright?
( then boy is he in for a real treat if that's his thing! )
Oh?
( he's got spirit, she'll give him that much. to have some hint of what she can do and still want to put himself up against it is probably reckless to some degree, but she's not about to turn him down either. she knows damn well there's only so long she can go without getting antsy without some form of exercise.
so of course she's not going to argue against it, her smile chipper as can be as she circles his chair, making her way behind it to get out of his way of the view of the mirror.
you know, so he can see her hard work better, the one she'd hate to ruin with a cut or bruise. all while she toys with a longer bit of his hair between her fingers. should she do anything with it too? she hasn't quite decided yet. )
Then unless that's the sort of thing you're into, I'd highly suggest getting a good warm up and some practice before coming to me.
[Great, so he's good to go. Natori ducks back into the bathroom for a second just to wet a wad of the toilet paper, then pops back out to find his victim-patient has just trotted over the glass with no hesitation. Classic ayakashi behavior, honestly.
Natori holds back until he's sure Rokurou is done flinging glass all over the place, then carefully picks his way across a safe path to the chair.]
Yes, [he says bluntly, which is rich coming from the guy whose fault it was, then steels himself. He doesn't doubt Rokurou when he says to just yank, but he does have to figure out how to best protect himself when he does it, since he's not a freakish ayakashi. After a moment, he shrugs the skimpy robe off of his shoulders to get the slack necessary to wrap a hand up in it. The lizard is visible on his shoulder, just watching the proceedings. The tie of this robe is doing the monumental effort of keeping the whole thing from falling down entirely.] Alright, here goes. Three, two--
[On "two" he braces his free hand against Rou's bloody forehead and yanks the glass out. He tosses the upsettingly large shard into the nearby wastepaper basket (and confirms there's no waste paper in it while he's at it. Shame.)
Then he presses the wet wad of toilet paper against the nasty head wound. Progress!]
Edited (my phone tagging at work buddy you know my autocorrect shame) 2025-05-21 20:31 (UTC)
( she promised herself she wouldn't cry again— after all, wasn't she suppose to be comforting the other woman? being trapped here, forced against her will, it made reira's heart ache with sympathy for her.
yet she couldn't help it, leaning into the embrace without hesitation before her eyes became watery all over again. )
I can't believe that in a place like this...I'm....I'm actually useful to people. Back home I felt for a long time the only thing that made me worthy was my singing ability, the ability to hold a band together....but here I'm actually doing good things. I'm so happy we're friends.
[ The tears are a bit of a surprise. Maybe they shouldn't be. Red feels a touch awkward, but also oddly endeared. She gives her another squeeze, breath leaving her in a long exhale. ]
Hell, there's more to life than any of that. No more than I'm only worth while to someone for one particular set of skills. A kind outlook and a willingness to help go a long damn way, if you ask me!
me after a quick Google search: ok I see your vision
[ He hadn't intended to affirm the director's highly specific fetish so self-indulgently scattered throughout the script. Maybe that's why Minato's brow creases a bit as the stranger raises his voice. ]
Why? What's in it...?
[ Maybe this guy really is saving him from something awful, something that had the potential to leave him emotionally scarred. But maybe that's why the director coaxed him over, realizing someone like him wouldn't flinch when faced with even the most harrowing of scenarios.
In short, the other guest may be mistaken about him having standards...
People had all sorts of of various tolerance levels. Maybe this other guest was actually a bit of a prude, and maybe that's why he was turning a deeper shade of salmon by the second?
Next to him, the director shakes his head and gestures at Fuuta with a flattened hand at his neck: the universal sign of Do Not Tell Him A Damn Thing. ]
[ There's clear recognition at the name "Hades," that gives way to plainfaced shock after the second half of that statement. She wouldn't consider hereslf an expert on Greek mythology by any means, but between lectures during class and extracurricular reading ... ]
If Hades is your father, that would mean that you must be Zagreus.
[ At the very least, that's the only son of Hades that she's ever heard about, even if the stories she's read haven't always agreed on that.
[ In either case ... she's talking to a god. Not a cognition of a god, but the genuine article. ]
[Rude, always hiding his emotions behind his sunglasses, visibly relaxes the tension he didn't know he'd been holding when Tifa clarifies that she's not in any danger. He allows himself to smile when he sees the full look of the costume. It suits her, for sure, but he's not sure she's asking for his approval.]
Oh, I see. I don't mind. These costumes can get tricky. Especially when the zippers are in the back. [He gestures for her to turn around. Rude is sure it can't be that hard, and he can do it without intruding into the changing room--if he could find the damn thing.]
It's not weird. Lots of sisters. [His eyes linger over her scar again, not remembering it looking like that--in fact, he doesn't recall ever seeing it before. It'd always been hidden, he assumes.] Is that.. new? It can't be, though. Isn't it from.. [Rude shakes his head. This isn't the time for that kind of conversation.] You don't have to answer that.
G'raha isn't sure how the outfit that he'd found once in the closet in his room previously, tried on, and prompty discarded had ended up in the wardrobe department here, but he wasn't going to question things at the moment. The garment, while neither comfortable nor practical, and while the hair and makeup artists had decided that he didn't need much makeup other than some shimmering body oil, they opted to take his hair down from its braid, the auburn strands hanging past his shoulders. The worst part of the whole get-up, in his opinion, were the ornaments on his tail- just enough compression on a still newly-more-sensitive part of his body for him to already be half hard by the time he was escorted onto set.
He swallows firmly but flashes the person near the comfortable looking pit a smile despite his nerves. It's still an odd thing to him, having his body being so entirely on display-- and for seemingly public consumption, to boot. His feline ears perk up slightly, and he hops down into the cushioned, recessed area. The landing is easy, and he curls his toes into plush fabric, motioning for his co-star to join him. Might as well explore the space before they have to 'act'.
[More whining. Really not how Cyclops should act, but he's just so out of his element right now that he can't help but fall back into some of those more bratty teenage tendencies. He at least doesn't swat her away, just enduring it with a small scrunch of his face.
...She's really going to put makeup on a face like that, huh?]
What? Seal it? I have no idea what you're talking about. [Boy that has zero knowledge about makeup and never cared to learn more about it. Totally learning some stuff though-- like apparently there's more than just foundation and lipstick?? Eyeliner stuff.
Scott rubs his jaw though as she releases him, taking the time to prepare himself. Mentally, mostly.]
I mean, I run around all sweaty if I'm actually fighting. [...] And my powers might mess it up??
[They're not heat based... but still a force coming out of his eyes?? He doesn't know.] And no, don't worry about the lights. I always have to wear these glasses.
[ Oh… that reaction is pretty damn cute. On the other side of the equation, Rokurou isn’t sure if it’s a genuine response or if the other man is an extremely talented actor. It makes his growing arousal confusing… but he can’t deny that the way he presses face into the crook of his neck and bites again feels good, acting or not.
Rokurou’s calm, which had already been ruffled by that groan and slide against his knee, unravels quicker when fingertips brush against his blight. Despite the rough and thick texture of that daemonic flesh, it’s highly sensitive—he twitches, heartbeat and breathing quickening. The urge to flip their positions is sudden and intense, held off only by some tightly held restraint. He should be praised for it considering how badly he wants to do it.
It’s a shame this role is ‘human thoroughly seduced by vampire’ and not ‘human loses his cool and takes full advantage of vampire until sunrise’. His neck continues to throb, ache a constant pulse alongside the tickle of pleasure from different points of touch.
It’s fine if he enjoys this a bit, right? Thoughts of a selfish daemon as he combs a hand through the other man’s hair, deft fingers spread between locks, as he draws back an inch only to turn his face into it, lips seeking his partner’s bloodied mouth. Rokurou is liberal with licking across the younger man’s mouth before kissing him, sinking that plying tongue inward for a fuller taste of his own blood, grinding slick muscle over those prosthetic fangs. ]
They do. [ another yawn while running a hand through his hair. god, he'd kill for a coffee. ] Supposedly.
[ he's also never actually been to a beach before, but with the way she's currently dressed, you'd think she was right at home. the tail's a nice touch. the production team really went all out for a porno. which probably explains his own getup — the shirt he was given feels kind of like silk, even though it's buttonless, only held up by being tucked into his trousers which look tailored to the point of near indecency. how he's supposed to look like a pirate is beyond him.
the waste of sunlight hours does actually coax something halfway to a laugh out of him. he can unfortunately relate, which is why he's never able to nap more than like fifteen minutes at a time. there's always work to be done, things to modify and fix and recalibrate. he's cursed with being unable to have idle hands. ]
It's not about need. [ there's a pause and, remembering what she was yelling about earlier, he unclips the canteen from his belt and offers it to her. ] Don't knock it 'til you try it.
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