【 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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It might be some kind of trap. To encourage encounters like this.
[There's no way this place could have orchestrated the two of them together in the same dressing room. And even if they did, they couldn't have known that the two of them would be on opposite sides of a largely manufactured corporate war and at very little risk of fraternizing under normal circumstances.
Rude stays quiet while she speaks, hanging on every word more than a simple acquaintance might pay.]
I'm sorry that happened to you. No one deserves that, but I'm glad you survived. [Tifa's survival was a miracle considering how many died that day. Hopefully some day either Rude's group or Tifa's will be able to put a blade through that guy's chest in return.]
Before I got here, at the Temple of the Ancients, he stabbed Tseng...[Rude's voice grows quiet, remembering when their leader had come limping back to them, blood dripping down his face and from his wound. He shakes the thought away and focuses instead. The zipper, unfortunately was tucked underneath a couple layers of fabric that had to be unwrapped from her first, which he does quietly.]
[ For as much as the costume's influence is in charge right now, it's not like Fuuta's true feelings have been completely masked over. Especially not when he's feeling so in sync with the role he's supposed to be playing right now. And while this sort of treatment is definitely something he'd balk at inflicting upon another person, even someone as insufferable as Narumi -- there's no denying the elated thrill that races down his spine when he sees the way Narumi chokes on his own words, unable to fight back.
Oh, but it feels good to get one over someone who deserves it, and watch from up close as they squirm. ]
I don't think it. I know it.
[ Cliche as the line is, it's especially convincing when Fuuta's acting in perfect tandem with his costume's influence, the word breathed husky and low as he leans back in. And as he plies Narumi's throat with teeth and tongue, dragging sharp (false) fangs over tender skin in between little nips and bites, his hands and that robotic tail get right down to work.
There's little warning before he grabs at one of Narumi's pauldrons. As expected of a porn set costume, it's made to come apart easily; there's barely any resistance when he gives it a sharp yank, tugging it off its buttons so he can fling it dramatically aside. The piece clatters across the uneven flooring, joined in turn by additional pieces of armor that Fuuta rips off one by one. His tail's just as quick to slide under the armor strapped to Narumi's thigh, jerking up to dislodge the plate in one go and sending it flying across the cavern. It doesn't take long at all before it's just the skin-tight underoutfit standing between him and Narumi's body, and Fuuta breathes a low laugh, the pointed tip of his tail drawing a circle around Narumi's groin. ]
But that's not a bad thing, is it? You seem to like being afraid. [ He abruptly bites at the shell of Narumi's ear, dragging his tongue against the ridges of cartilage before he husks, ] It's a good look on you.
[ Fuuta's admittedly flagging by the time he reaches the cave. Like -- he'd known on a rational level that armor would be heavy and uncomfortable? He's not an idiot? But whatever crumb of excitement he'd felt about being assigned a knight role has long since withered by the time he's finished slogging his way over to the cave setting, and Fuuta huffs a weary sigh as he takes a breather, doubled over with his hands braced against his knees. At least his chest isn't hurting too bad, but he's still not exactly thrilled about this whole setup as he straightens back up to resume his trudge into the cave
... only to give a flinch back, briefly frozen when he sees Esikko stirring in the shadows, accentuated just so by the dim lighting in the set.
Fuck. He'd never admit it out loud because Esikko definitely doesn't need any more fodder for getting a big head over, but he plays the role well. Fuuta's definitely frozen for a moment, eye wide, before he remembers he's playing a role. Even when he does, he's so flustered that he briefly fumbles at his sword, only managing to pull it halfway from its scabbard before his hand slips; it takes a second grab and a yank for him to jerk it out and hold forth. ]
As if I'd be afraid!
[ Uh. What was his next line. Give him a second where he's awkwardly stuck in place, brow furrowed and lips parted as he digs through his brains for the next line. At least it gives him a good excuse to stare for a moment, taking in the graceful line of Esikko's legs as he shifts positions. Ugh. Why does Esikko get to pull this look off so well. -- oh, right. ]
Y-your time has come! And [ ughhhhhh ] so ... will you!
[ He's going to have a stern word with the scriptwriter later. For now, he uses that as his cue to storm forth. Time to start this 'fight' with the dragon. ]
[ The fussing with the sponge forces Fuuta to sit still for a hot second, wherein he is forced to just stare at Haru's reflection in the mirror, eye narrowed in clear suspicion. ... is this guy fucking with him. This guy's got to just be fucking with him. People only ever call him 'cute' to fuck with him. ... mostly. Right? And besides the guy looks like that. It's gotta be a sarcastic thing if he's calling anyone cute. Like hell he's gonna fall for it.
Fuuta's hardly subtle, and that little train of thought telegraphs pretty clear in the suspicions purse of his lips and the clench of his jaws before he snips, ]
No you fucking don't.
[ Yes, he is just going to refuse to address the 'cute' thing. Hmph! Take that! ]
Look, you're supposed to start with found -- no, primer? You're supposed to start with primer. Gimme that. [ He uses a moment where the sponge isn't near his face to grab at the tube and squint at the label. Is it primer? The name's so long. ] ... is this primer?
[ What an emotional rollercoaster he's going on here. Because for a hot second Fuuta stands up a little straighter, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a smug grin when he hears the guy turn the director down. That's right! See! He did a good thing in keeping this guy from getting embroiled in some nasty jerkoff fodder passion project! He did the right thing by stepping in!
-- and then the director points right at him, and Fuuta jerks back. Followed by an indignant bark the moment he realizes where this is going. ]
Wh -- what the fuck?! You can't do that!
[ Except the director apparently very much can? The buzz of a Watch has Fuuta whipping around to stare at Minato, realizing what just happened, and he stomps closer to the director, jagged teeth bared as he growls, ]
You fucking hack scam artist! What kinda director are you, just dragging people into your bullshit and then fucking with them like that! I oughta --
[ 'Oughta' ... what? Because for as loud as Fuuta's bark is, his bite is nonexistent; he flinches back the moment the director glares at him and raises a fist in clear threat, flanked by equally irate staff members, and by the time Fuuta's worked his nerve back up, the director and his posse are already walking off in search of the next gullible victim to rope into the their project.
For a moment, Fuuta just looks awkwardly from the director's retreating figure, to Minato, then back. Then finally, as his gaze furtively drops to some point on the floor, he mutters, ]
... that wasn't my fault.
14 comments to get to a kiss they're doing so much better this time
( she makes a decision then and there, decisive and snappy as ever, that she wouldn't mind if he just looked at her like that for awhile. that flicker of interest over an expression that was just so impassive seconds prior is more than enough to make her want to sink her claws in properly.
so she allows him to tug her over, readily taking her place on her new perch with something of a girlish giggle and her arms snaking around his neck. truly, this is the smugness of a girl who's won a contest she hadn't even bothered to set rules down for.
the care he takes in drawing her in is unexpected but she wont complain - letting her lashes fall shut as he closes the rest of the distance. any other time perhaps she would've had a complaint about her lip gloss getting smeared before the shooting even began despite being the one to have asked, but she can't really find it in her to do much beyond trying to match his pace as he takes his sweet time figuring her out.
this doesn't mean she does not bite his lip eventually, but at least she doesn't aim to bruise - not with her teeth anyway. judging by how her nails sink into the tops of his shoulders and how they might just tear the soft fabric of his shirt when she drags them down his chest, she's intent to leave him with something to remember her by one way or the other. )
[ Ahhh, right. Yep, that makes sense. Without his reputation preceding him, it's not exactly unusual for Haru to be mistaken for a girl, especially in his favourite outfit that masks his square shoulders and rectangular torso; the Old Reliable; there's a reason he picked it out now.
He hums thoughtfully, painting the eyeliner along one of her upper eyelids, with a careful flick at the end. He then moves onto the other side... and they're definitely distantly related cousins, not sisters. Hope Rin isn't into symmetry... ]
I'm not your type? You seem like mine.
[ Not because he thinks she's pretty - well obviously he thinks she's pretty, but more than that, she seems like so much fun to pick on, and a little easy to rile up. ]
( and now it's a shouting match?!?? it doesn't exactly help that they're still in a cove. the acoustics in here? he's not helping! )
It's not a topic I openly discuss!! Of course I was surprised!
( and now she's making a face at the last bit like. eugh. of course she's going to assume that 'we' includes her... so guess who's going to flick a tiny lil rock at him since it's not like she can get up! )
Don't call us meat! That's gross!!
( but some people are into being called that, so, )
[ Obviously that has to be it! Otherwise, why else is this guy arguing with him about his appearance? Why was it so important to be right about this? Whatever, this guy is wrong, Till is right. Actually, why had it been so important to him? Whatever, he's won this. ]
why are you bringing a bird into this? are there parrots here???
i'll talk how i want! even if it's with you [ Honestly, that was more of a slip-up on his part. While he may have longed for freedom his whole life, he can't immediately adjust. He cannot just change his past. ]
stop using that fucking sparkle emoji what are you a high school girl can't believe you say you have a proper career when you're typing like that and you probably haven't "deepened your relationships" because you talk like this
[ War sounds like hell for a boy who lives and dies for dating and relationships. The idea of having too much going on to even think about it makes Haru queasy.
He forgets what he's doing for a moment, poking her incessantly in the shoulder with the butt of his brush. ]
Tell me tell me! Howja meet? Good lookin'? Strong?
[ Haru won't admit to not fucking with him, because Fuuta seems terribly easy to fuck with, and Haru does love to be something of a goblin boy. But he did start off here trying - he just happens to have no idea how to do makeup that isn't his own. Usually if he got stuck he'd bat his eyelashes and have someone come help him. Unfortunately for Fuuta, it doesn't seem like anyone has any interest in helping him. ]
This is totally primer. Primer is green.
[ He knows that because the one his mom uses is green, therefore everything green is primer. Nevermind that this is clearly some kind of greasepaint or colour adjusting pigment. Green means primer. ]
It's supposed to make you like, y'know. Greener.
[ For a reason Haru is not entirely sure of, he just knows about the green. ]
[This month will be the third or fourth of Rude having to deal with the resort's little games. He's not bothered by them the way he used to be, and not shy about these interactions with Tseng. By now, they've seen far too much of each other for that.
The camera positioning in the trailer is so obvious, but so calculated. Hardly any blind spots and two different angles from which to film.]
Is this what you requested a meeting during office hours for? Unbelievable. [Rude feels the hands move up his shirt, trying not to laugh, but smiling instead.] This is highly inappropriate behavior. [He makes it a point to try pushing his glasses up his nose, trying to twist around to scold him some more.]
Loosening up won't erase all the times you didn't come to class. [Rude is tempted to use creative ways to get Tseng down against the mattress but he can't break character, and this professor likely doesn't have the training he had. So he allows Tseng to feel him up a while longer, for the cameras. His own hands reaching back to unbuckle the unreasonably gaudy belt Tseng has on, the heavy thing that hits the floor says REBEL in big bold letters, and Rude tries not to let his amusement show. It's easier to have his hands behind him to rub against Tseng's crotch through those fitted pants than it is escaping handcuffs, he notes. By a lot.]
I think you're in need of tightening up if you want better grades.
me making june write out incest again bc im bored 😔
[ so far, so good. as an only child, ishmael has no idea how to act around siblings aside from showing basic human courtesy, so childe's exuberant personality helps in making their dynamic appear more natural in this instance. and it's because she doesn't have siblings that she's able to mentally prepare herself for what's to come; it helps that they aren't related by blood here, which makes it a little more tolerable.
what isn't tolerable is being stuffed in a train full of people, like sardines in a can. most of them are extras trained not to look at them anyway, with the ones standing close to them have their backs turned while the others seated nearby have their headphones on. like this, they can pretty much get away with anything so long as they don't make it too obvious.
and even if childe is whispering things that aren't part of their script, they'll just edit it out anyway. still, she freezes for a second as she kind of forgot that they have to call each other by their names here. whoops. too late to brainstorm now. ]
I-It's fine. Just call me Ishmael. [ with their rather close proximity and childe's breath tickling her ear, it's hard not to flush a little. ] Let me call you Tartaglia for a change.
[ at least childe has two names. she'll have to ask him about that some other time. for she clears her throat and speaks a little louder here this time, rolling her eyes at childe's previous remark. ]
Please. I'm not about to let anyone get under my skin. Only you get to do that. [ it's joke (unless...?) ]
[Oh she is almost certainly going to wipe the floor with him. Vanitas can get by in a fight with other humans with no training but he can't hold his own against a vampire or the type of human trained to hunt them--which is where he suspect she falls on that spectrum.
But, there's a lot she can teach him, and maybe unlock an unfortunate kink in the process.]
I don't plan to do anything that would mess up my--[Okay. There are things he may have to do that might make a mess of his make up, but hopefully he can avoid those things. If not, he'll be back to see her] I'll do what I can.
[Vanitas leaves to the set, and comes back maybe 45 minutes to an hour later to sit right back down in the make up chair for touch ups. He has smears in the make up over his cheeks, the entirety of around his mouth down to his chin also needs to be touched up. He makes awkward eye contact with her, and just sighs.]
It would seem that you were right. But, it's alright. I forgot to ask your name last time. I'm Vanitas.
[ there is a great disturbance in the force. it clicks into place just as yu answers–
oh my god. he's daring him. (WHY!?) right now. (SERIOUSLY, PARTNER. WHY!) as if he doesn't know that–
...
what is yosuke supposed to do? ignore such a bold dare?
in This economy? ]
What're you gonna do? Hm?
[ the question starts off shaky, exposing his grapple for composure, but the hummed taunt punctuating it comes off exactly as yosuke intends while he grabs a couple markers from the desk. (how convenient!) pocketing all but one, he strides over. taps the top of yu's thigh with the capped marker when he's close enough. ]
Write on this?
[ ohshitohmanohfuck. he can't look yu in the eye but can't look anywhere else too long, either. this is WAY too dangerous. for yosuke's heart. why'd it have to be a FRIGGIN' SKIRT! with the thigh highs... pure evil.
at least yu's not a nurse. (amen.) ]
Last chance. [ and he has to bite down on ‘partner’ to keep it from coming out, which really only makes it worse. ] Off.
( well, that's just partially the reason why the makeup artists are so busy! she doesn't mind, really. she'd much prefer to keep busy than remain idle down by those honeywagons or get chased down by people with cameras and such.
when he comes back some hour or so later, she looks up from her pile of brushes to see him settle on a chair. it takes a moment to put two and two together when she notices how her work has been smeared, and whatever thing she had to say remains on the tip of her tongue as she flusters from the implications.
she's done a few of these by now! she should be able to remain professional! so she clears her throat a bit when he speaks up, waving a hand vaguely as reassurance that it's fine as she searches for the same set of things she was using on him before as well as something to clean the ruined makeup with. )
I'm always right! ( maybe if she tries hard enough, the pink painted across her cheeks can be passed off as indignation! ) It's, um..
( oops, how rude of her not to introduce herself when she'd already figured he might have to come back.
the awkward look he's giving her is not helping! but it'd be equally rude to look away when making introductions, so she will simply have to deal. )
The name's Nei. ( since he's going to need that name at some point, ) Welcome back from drinking the blood of virgins.
And it's nice to meet you too, Vanitas. ( ......... ) So do you want water, or..
[While he intends to play the role in the spirit, he refuses to play it to the letter. No fucking subservient captain of the guards meekly approaching his master full of reverence. Hell no! He's out there making sure no shitty criminal or threat can get one damn foot on the estate while Keita's in here lounging around in his underwear and bathrobe?! He'll be the one calling the shots tonight on principle, dammit! And that means driving his master into the bed until he's good and satisfied.
Even if Bakugo finds himself smirking slightly when he notices his companion slightly breaking character. Heh, not as good on the acting as he thought. What, didn't foresee this coming? (A running needle he'll always bug Keita about.) It vanishes when fingers hook in his collar and give him a tug forward, bringing both knees onto the bed now.]
No. But you might. [Implying he would've woken him up, or kept him from going to sleep, if he had been. Bakugo tilts his head to the side as one button springs open, relaxing the chokehold on his neck and baring some of his throat to Keita when the second one breaks free around his hand. Fuck, he should hurry that up. Well if he's gonna take his damn time on the buttons, Bakugo starts working at his boots via one toe dug into the back of the other heel. Right, like that works on boots. He cusses under his breath and reaches back, trying to get to his footwear without bringing said footwear onto the bed, while still keeping his neck in reach of Keita's hands.
[There's plain appreciation in the way Olivine watches Reno come down, the way his body trembles and his chest rises and falls with the effort of it. Slowly but surely, he rises up and peers down at the priest, a touch of wetness in his eyes from the efforts he's made accenting the flush of his cheeks.]
Mmn... what I want...
[thoughtfully, his fingers graze up over Reno's thigh, gently over the tail he's currently sporting.]
I would love to receive more of your blessing... after all, my worship is very thorough. I want to know everything of me you want to covet, and every way you want to.
[is the priest supposed to be this horny, one of the cameramen whispers. Just keep the cameras rolling, we're going to have the best payday! Another responds.]
[ Haru's reading is right! Fuuta is extremely easy to fuck with. Case in point: he doesn't immediately believe Haru's assurance that primer is supposed to be green, but he also hesitates to straight-out reject it.
... is primer green? The only reason he even knows these terms is because he'd had to listen to his sister talking about it while doing her makeup in the living room sometimes. Ugh. Who would have thought that he'd ever wish he'd retained more of the stuff she'd talked about.
Though Fuuta scrunches his nose at Haru in a moment of obvious scrutiny, he ends up just clicking his tongue and settling back into his seat afterward. Reluctantly acquiescing to the green ... primer. Since he's supposed to be some dragon. It makes sense, he supposes. ]
If this stuff doesn't come off later, or if you're trying to make me look stupid on purpose, I'm gonna paint your whole face with it, you hear me. You better not mess this up.
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