【 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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II. P O S E S S E D ★ C O S T U M E
Type A [Vanitas only has a single motivation during all of this: to acquire as many credits as possible. If that means agreeing to try on some costumes for whatever perverted low-budget film this place is cooking up, then he's fine being the guinea pig. His costume takes an absurdly long amount of time to fully put on. Then there's hair and make up. The pants fit so snuggly he fan feel the fabric hugging his skin a bit too tight when he crosses his legs. The costume staff takes photos and gets whatever they need from him before leaving him for the day. He's made it clear that he would not be in the film himself, but just supporting in the ways that he can.
So once he's free to go, he makes his way to the dressing room, closing himself in as he tries to pull the fake fangs out of his mouth, but they don't budge. He tries to undo the buckles of the costume's top, but he can't reach them. Even the gloves and make up on his hands seem stuck to his skin. The shoes refuse to be kicked off of his feet and those pants just cling to his legs like they have nowhere else to be.
Vanitas peeks out of the dressing room to find someone, anyone really, calling to the first person to walk by.] Pardon me. I could use some assistance if you don't mind.
Type B (Close CR) [Because his desperation to stockpile credits knows no bounds, he reports to work again to do it all over again. At least this time at the end of the day he knows he'll need help getting out of the costume, so he doesn't bother with the dressing rooms, and instead returns to his own room. His stomach growls with hunger, likely from the long day he's had. Vanitas throws himself dramatically onto the bed, sending messages to anyone who he thinks might be willing to help without being weird about it. He doesn't even realize the way he's running his tongue over sharpened teeth and salivating at the thought of company.]
In my room. Need help getting out of costume. Can you come over?
III. V A M P I R E ' S ★ B I T E
[This isn't right. Vanitas isn't an actor, he doesn't even know any of the lines for the short film. The director who rented the camera assures both Vanitas and his cast mate that he will be generously compensated for his time and efforts if he can take direction and follow through with the scene.
On the bright side, there's only one scene. On the unfortunate side, it begins with Vanitas seducing his way into someone's bedroom in the dead of night, and ends with a aphrodisiac-laced blood-sucking and unhinged vampire sex. Director's words, not his own. The first part they get through without issue, but the next part? With no intimacy coordinator it looks like he's just expected to.. perform.
He's straddled over his costar's lap when the director calls cut, but the camera is still rolling, he's sure. To catch any little bit of chemistry between them. Vanitas keeps his voice down so the audio won't get picked up from the listening device--he doesn't quite have this kind of technology in his own world.]
How are we going to do this?
IV. W I L D C A R D
(I'm down for any of the prompts on here. If you want to discuss first, feel free to hit me up via PM or terrorate. Trigger warnings in advance for blood and vampire stuff gone potentially wrong.)
[ This isn't the first Keita has heard of someone having trouble in the dressing room, so he isn't surprised when he hears a voice calling out from one of the doors. He turns briefly, glancing around to make sure there isn't someone else who's more likely being summoned, and then pauses in front of Vanitas' door. ]
Yours won't come off either, is that it?
[ That's right—same boat, buddy. Keita is wearing something that honestly doesn't look too different from his normal attire of slacks and a waistcoat, and yet doesn't suit him at all for all its straps and various holsters for guns and knives.
He steps closer, lifting a leather-gloved hand as if in offering. ]
[When the man turns to look behind him, Vanitas points straight at him so he knows exactly who the intended target of the request is. Of all the people walking around (and there weren't that many), he was the only one to respond, so suddenly Vanitas' wardrobe malfunctions were now his problem as well. He'll apologize later.]
Yes. [He glances over Keita's outfit, not sure if those were his normal clothes or a costume, but ultimately decides to hold the door open while taking a step back to let him inside.] Is this a normal thing here? That would make a lot of sense.
[Vanitas shakes Keita's hand, using it to pull him in and shut the door behind him.] Thank you. I can't get any of this off. [In truth the only pressing matter is the top he has on. Filled with buckles he can't reach or get a hold of to undo, the rest isn't as uncomfortably restricting.]
I wouldn't say the costumes themselves are a normal thing...
[ He steps inside, following Vanitas, and lets the door swing closed to latch behind him. At the very least they're afforded some modicum of privacy for their sartorial struggles, Keita thinks—it wouldn't be entirely unlike the resort to force them to go through this in a public space, to ensure as many sets of eyes on their naked bodies as possible. ]
This place does always seem to have some kind of trick up its sleeve, though.
[ Keita glances up at the question and then smiles sheepishly before he begins to examine Vanitas' top for a buckle or belt he might begin with to make this easier. Goodness, what a complicated garment. ]
If it isn't too much trouble, I indeed find myself facing the same dilemma. I put these on at the beginning of the day and have yet to be able to remove them myself.
[Vanitas hums out a sound in agreement with that assessment. This resort has no amount of subtlety when it comes to getting people to throw away decency in favor of mandated intimacy.]
I'm not.. quite sure how this blouse works in all honesty.
[He lifts one arm and then the other, trying to locate the buckles, but in comparison he hasn't has his own on for that long. Maybe his new companion should be the priority. Vanitas nods, lowering his arms and stepping closer to start with the buttons of Keita's shirt and vest. He doesn't think he's ever undressed another man before, from what he can recall, at least not under non-sexual situations. Vanitas glances between his face and the exposed skin of his chest as he goes.]
My manners tell me I should at least know the name of the man I'm undressing, but if you prefer anonymity, I can understand.
[ Confidence, although not entirely earned. Keita himself has never seen anything quite like it. That's not enough to stop him, though; he lifts his arms to begin sorting through the various accessories adorning Vanitas' shirt, fingers and palms moving steadily over his torso until he finally finds a promising-looking buckle.
The comment makes Keita smile sheepishly. It's always like this, with him—because he remembers futures where they already know each other's names, he forgets to introduce himself in the present. ]
My apologies. You're right, of course. [ He ducks his head slightly, an approximation of a bow. ] My name is Keita Mori.
[ There are futures where this endeavor does become a sexual encounter, but equally as many where it doesn't. In all of them, it makes the most sense for them to at least know each other's names. ]
[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.
[ This, despite being “fictional”, is a novel experience for Rokurou. As a daemon himself, getting cast as the hapless human seduced by a sexy vampire had been an unexpected turn of events. But the director’s rule is law, so here he is, dressed in a simple pair of black trousers and white button up, playing the part of a rich noble son that knows little of the supernatural.
He is relaxed beneath the other man’s straddle, single golden eye not hidden by a cut of thick bang bright in the dim of the set. At the question, he hums, considering the scene before tilting his head to the right. His voice, rich with a touch of natural rasp, likewise pitches low. ]
Mmm… you bite me, right? You’ll want to pick the left side.
[ The black that stains the right side of his throat isn’t a tattoo—but he doesn’t explain that, merely offering a smile. ]
[Meanwhile Vanitas, the hapless human, has become the vampire seducer of this story. He doesn't think it's going to play out the way the director envisions, but if it's just about doing what he's told maybe he can get by.
At least his acting partner is not bad to look at, but it could also be his unusual markings overtaking patches of skin leading up to his face--half covered by dark hair. Vanitas doesn't like the way that voice hits his eardrums when he keeps his volume down. It feels like he's whispering right into his ear and gives him goosebumps.]
Left side, then. [The side without the markings. He's tempted to ask why, but then there's a loud snap some distance away to indicate the scene needs to continue. Vanitas delivers his line and moves with the swiftness and confidence of someone looking to draw blood. Not expecting the fake fangs to hold, he bites down forcefully, the sharp ceramic material of the prosthetic fangs easily piercing skin so the first mouthful of blood is genuinely alarming to him. He's never actually.. drank blood. Though he's always been curious about if he had the capacity to. All the experiments turned him into something that wasn't quite vampire but also wasn't exactly human anymore either.
The taste is metallic and strange, but not unpleasant. He doesn't hate it, and that scares him. He makes a sound when he swallows, thinking that he should probably pull away and deliver another line but instead he sucks, trying for another mouthful. Is this what he tastes like too? Is this man human? Does everyone taste different?]
Mm. [It's all he's capable of while he goes through his little internal crisis. So much for all that work memorizing his lines.]
[ The director calls for the scene to continue and he can only sink back into the role of hapless human. At least this position isn’t bad, granting Rokurou a clean look of the other man’s pretty profile and the way dark hair falls across comely features. A brief moment of admiration, because he soon bows to press his mouth against the proffered stretch of neck.
Rokurou grunts when those prosthetic fangs break skin. Fingers spasm, gripping over his partner’s hip, and he rolls his chin through the outward web of pain. True enough, he doesn’t particularly mind the pain—a shiver, a low laugh, a small groan that walks the line of pain and pleasure. His blood is as hot as any human’s and the same sticky red, though his tolerance for shedding it is greater.
Was there supposed to be a line here? Rokurou can’t quite remember—he hadn’t been as diligent in memorizing the script—but there’s always room for ad libbing. Pulling one hand away from where it had been gripped in fabric, he combs it through the other man’s hair, playing up the aspect of being lovingly enthralled by his bite. In truth, he is turned on by it, but not in the fantastical way that the script’s plot describes. It isn’t an aphrodisiac that numbs the pain and brings only excitement. It hurts, but for a war daemon like him, that kind of pain is a different kind of aphrodisiac. A sharp, pointed one that rouses his baser instincts. He wants to bite back.
Breathing quickens. The natural rasp of his voice deepens through the burn of his shoulder, muscle and tissue bruised and broken. ]
Don’t waste any. You won’t find another human as delicious as I am. [ his leg draws up, bending at the knee, ] Become addicted to me, so you won’t want anyone else…
[ Proud, but bargaining and desperate, unwilling to share this vampire with the countless other lovers he surely has. Something like that? ]
[Vanitas only seems to come back to his senses when hands grip at his hips. It's not enough to make him draw away, but it does remind him of where he is and what he's doing. Just a little more won't hurt, he tells himself. And it doesn't seem like his costar minds it at all, either if that groaning is anything to go by.
There is the possibility that the man is simply leaning into his role and remaining in character, but between the two of them, it's clear who would overpower who if it came down to life or death. So Vanitas does slow down, trying hard to think about all the reasons why he shouldn't develop a taste for blood. He pulls away a little, licking skin clean almost apologetically until those words cause Vanitas to freeze.
His eyes flicker between Rokurou's face and the bite marks on his neck, his face slowly heating up from just how accurate those words end up being.]
I..I..[Ah, damn it. His lines have escaped him, but the aftertaste of that blood is still on his lips. Vanitas whispers an apology into his neck, biting again, this time closer to his shoulder, shifting to shamelessly press against the bent knee. He's not sure how much of that is playing his role, and how much is his chasing just a bit more of his taste like the potential addict he might really become. There will be time to scold himself for finding pleasure in this later.
Vanitas moans, one of his hands moves to cradle the other side of the other man's head, fingertips brushing over the textured black markings on the other side of his face and neck.]
[ 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. ]
[The things he has to tell himself to justify his ability to just stop are pure madness. That if he just satisfies this thirst he didn't know he had, then he can carry on living his life the way he always has, and this never has to happen again. Or the path of denial, where just a little bit here and there shouldn't count as vampirism because it was for the purpose of the film.
His thighs tighten around the other man's lap when he feels fingers rake through his hair. Vanitas allows him to create space between them, looking at him and expecting fear or disgust, but instead he's met with a kiss. It instantly becomes clear that whoever this man is, he isn't there to judge him. His eyes close as he returns the kiss, making a soft sound in approval against the other pair of lips because his blood tastes as good as his tongue.
Vanitas doesn't know if he was born with these perversions or if they're a result of being in this place. His hands pull at partially blood-stained fabric, half to get the evidence of the incident out of the way, but also to gain access to more skin. He pauses when his own tongue slides past the opposing pair of lips and he feels sharp teeth there too. Somehow he feels less guilty for biting the man now that he's almost certain he's not human.]
I don't want anyone else. You're all mine. [The lines are spoken in between soft pants when he tries to catch his breath. Vanitas makes lingering eye contact, then his gaze steadies on his partner's mouth again.] This bond goes both ways. I'm yours now, too. [That part is not in the script but he's not sure it even matters. He can feel a very specific hardness against him, almost grinning when he pushes himself up on both his arms.]
[ BB has to consider that very seriously, and is surprised at the question! ]
Hmm well, it depends what you count as a form? I have a few dress origins, like there is three with my summer version. Then I have the bigger versions of my summer version, which is like me, but a huge girl, like super big. then i have my other form, and then i have my monster girl form - so it just you know, just depends what you are looking for!
[ the "help" vanitas finds is another young man, currently whittling away his time before he's called to the next set that requires additional lighting. how fortunate that, at least so far, oushi hasn't been tapped into doing any acting himself, though in his previous shift he'd been made to dress up like some am*zon delivery driver, just in case he happened to show up in the scene by accident. he's still in the clothes right now, feeling too lazy to change out, but that meant he'd been lingering by the dressing room long enough to loiter. ]
Uh, [ he says, rather elegantly. he eyes the other a little strangely; even though only vanitas' head had poked out of the dressing room, the door is cracked open enough that oushi can get a preview of what he's wearing.... and what he isn't. (does that even count as a top??) ] Sure .... I guess.
[ he slowly extricates himself from his slumped position on that fold-out chair, grabbing up the cap he'd been idly chewing on and has subsequently dropped over his chest once questioned. ]
[It's at least a quarter of a top. A third of one if Vanitas is being generous. More straps and empty space than actual fabric. It definitely looks like something from a porno or the cover of a smutty romance novel. Although, it would probably look better on someone bigger and broader than Vanitas, but no one asked his opinion even once.]
I can't seem to get this off.
[He gestures to one of the straps, but he knows he's going to have to ask about the rest of it as well, and doesn't want his only volunteer to refuse. Vanitas takes a step back, holding the door open for the stranger to come inside. Normally he would not be okay with being undressed alone with a stranger, but the alternative is worse, and it's better than having to do it where anyone could see.]
I think the costume clothes might be cursed. Are you able to take yours off?
[ oushi hesitates after taking a step into the trailer, back stiffening slightly at the word cursed. he's still trying to get used to this place, the circumstances in which he'd been put under... one would think, after coming from the place before this one, he might have stomached the idea of a curse far easier. and yet. ]
I haven't even tried.
[ cursed clothes..? it'd sounded annoying, at first, but the more oushi considers it, the more he thinks it's meant to be more than just an inconvenience... is it all some convoluted way to get people to start undressing each other? that's embarrassing as hell. ]
I'm gonna try one of the straps.
[ if it comes undone without any issue from him, then his suspicions will be more or less confirmed, wouldn't it? oushi studies the... "top" vanitas wears for a handful of seconds before he realizes he is more or less staring at this guy's half-naked chest. cheeks coloring, he settles for the top-most strap, the one closest to vanitas' collar and thus the one he deems the most innocuous one.
tentatively, he thumbs at the buckle... without even much effort, the painted metal gives way, and the equally-black cloth slips out.
[Vanitas nods, unwilling to be the one to volunteer to undress another man--a stranger. But considering the situation, he's not going to refuse if asked.]
Thank you. [Because of the nature of the costume, there's a lot of skin to skin contact when Oushi's fingers graze him occasionally. Vanitas lets out a an audible sigh of relief when the first buckle is undone, head tilted out of the way and holding his hair to be more helpful.] I know this is awkward and you must have other things you'd rather do with your time, but I do appreciate it.
[Otherwise, he'd be stuck in this restrictive thing for--he has no idea how long. For the same reason Oushi is blushing, Vanitas keeps his gaze averted to avoid that kind of reaction in return. He does silently slide his hands up Oushi's shirt just to see if the fabric will lift and not resist him the way his own clothes are currently making his life difficult.
After accidentally catching a glimpse of Oushi's abs he pulls his hands away abruptly.] My apologies. I was testing a theory.
It's fine, [ come the inelegant mumble from oushi's lips, which seem to be doing their best not to move — an unfortunate side effect of oushi's own valiant attempts to keep his entire face impassive. he might have actually succeeded, too, if that bright blush of his hadn't already given everything away.
still, his hands are dutiful, working from one strap to the next. by the third he settles into something of an auto-pilot rhythm, but the lower he gets the more he starts to overthink things and falter—
and then he feels the brush of fingertips against his own lower abdomen, and a rush of cold air that signals his shirt's been lifted. dumbass had been so focused on his own work he hadn't even realized vanitas was moving. now he stumbles, fingers suddenly going dumb and fumbling with the very last strap, resting just an inch above where those tight pants cinch around a narrow waist. ]
Right.
[ it's not an accusatory thing, but rather something a little resigned. yeah, it was the same theory oushi himself had, and while the costume he'd been given isn't terrible, or even all that uncomfortable, he knows that there will eventually come a time he'll have to take it off, and right now he's figuring it makes far more sense to just get it over with than drag it on until it could potentially become even more awkward later.
he sighs, finishing up the last buckle before he reaches up to start to push the sleeve off a shoulder. ]
We'll do you first. Then me.
[ it's! fine! it's not awkward if you don't make it awkward, right? (it's so, so awkward.) ]
[This stranger at least has the decency to show that he has some notion of modesty. The longer Vanitas is here, the more he seems to forget what is and isn't socially acceptable. And when his whole personality is taking things just to the brink of almost too far, it can be difficult to navigate.
Not that he's an expert at navigating these situations. It's awkward enough that he's tempted to comment on it, maybe make light of the situation. But the words that come out of his mouth are always a dozen times more insufferable than he intends them to be. It's not that he can't control it, it's just that he doesn't.]
Not used to being naked and alone with someone else, hm? [The tone of his voice is teasing, definitely overcompensating for his own awkwardness at being undressed. And maybe a little bit of distraction so Oushi doesn't ask about the scars and markings on his skin.]
Or is it me? Do I make you nervous? [Vanitas would rather play the part of bully than victim, so why not shake up the dynamic to make things interesting? It helps to focus on someone else's nervousness rather than his own.]
vanitas / the case study of vanitas / 3 of diamonds (current player)
Height: 176 cm
Weight: 57 kg
Age: 18
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Black
• Tsundere
• Insufferable brat
• Horny teenager
• Being manhandled
• Busty women
• Biting
• Oral
• Starting fights
• Self-destructive behavior
*Important Disclosure:
This profile has been created using AI technology
II. P O S E S S E D ★ C O S T U M E
Type A
[Vanitas only has a single motivation during all of this: to acquire as many credits as possible. If that means agreeing to try on some costumes for whatever perverted low-budget film this place is cooking up, then he's fine being the guinea pig. His costume takes an absurdly long amount of time to fully put on. Then there's hair and make up. The pants fit so snuggly he fan feel the fabric hugging his skin a bit too tight when he crosses his legs. The costume staff takes photos and gets whatever they need from him before leaving him for the day. He's made it clear that he would not be in the film himself, but just supporting in the ways that he can.
So once he's free to go, he makes his way to the dressing room, closing himself in as he tries to pull the fake fangs out of his mouth, but they don't budge. He tries to undo the buckles of the costume's top, but he can't reach them. Even the gloves and make up on his hands seem stuck to his skin. The shoes refuse to be kicked off of his feet and those pants just cling to his legs like they have nowhere else to be.
Vanitas peeks out of the dressing room to find someone, anyone really, calling to the first person to walk by.] Pardon me. I could use some assistance if you don't mind.
Type B (Close CR)
[Because his desperation to stockpile credits knows no bounds, he reports to work again to do it all over again. At least this time at the end of the day he knows he'll need help getting out of the costume, so he doesn't bother with the dressing rooms, and instead returns to his own room. His stomach growls with hunger, likely from the long day he's had. Vanitas throws himself dramatically onto the bed, sending messages to anyone who he thinks might be willing to help without being weird about it. He doesn't even realize the way he's running his tongue over sharpened teeth and salivating at the thought of company.]
In my room. Need help getting out of costume. Can you come over?
III. V A M P I R E ' S ★ B I T E
[This isn't right. Vanitas isn't an actor, he doesn't even know any of the lines for the short film. The director who rented the camera assures both Vanitas and his cast mate that he will be generously compensated for his time and efforts if he can take direction and follow through with the scene.
On the bright side, there's only one scene. On the unfortunate side, it begins with Vanitas seducing his way into someone's bedroom in the dead of night, and ends with a aphrodisiac-laced blood-sucking and unhinged vampire sex. Director's words, not his own. The first part they get through without issue, but the next part? With no intimacy coordinator it looks like he's just expected to.. perform.
He's straddled over his costar's lap when the director calls cut, but the camera is still rolling, he's sure. To catch any little bit of chemistry between them. Vanitas keeps his voice down so the audio won't get picked up from the listening device--he doesn't quite have this kind of technology in his own world.]
How are we going to do this?
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Yours won't come off either, is that it?
[ That's right—same boat, buddy. Keita is wearing something that honestly doesn't look too different from his normal attire of slacks and a waistcoat, and yet doesn't suit him at all for all its straps and various holsters for guns and knives.
He steps closer, lifting a leather-gloved hand as if in offering. ]
I'm happy to help if you need it.
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Yes. [He glances over Keita's outfit, not sure if those were his normal clothes or a costume, but ultimately decides to hold the door open while taking a step back to let him inside.] Is this a normal thing here? That would make a lot of sense.
[Vanitas shakes Keita's hand, using it to pull him in and shut the door behind him.] Thank you. I can't get any of this off. [In truth the only pressing matter is the top he has on. Filled with buckles he can't reach or get a hold of to undo, the rest isn't as uncomfortably restricting.]
Do you need help as well?
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[ He steps inside, following Vanitas, and lets the door swing closed to latch behind him. At the very least they're afforded some modicum of privacy for their sartorial struggles, Keita thinks—it wouldn't be entirely unlike the resort to force them to go through this in a public space, to ensure as many sets of eyes on their naked bodies as possible. ]
This place does always seem to have some kind of trick up its sleeve, though.
[ Keita glances up at the question and then smiles sheepishly before he begins to examine Vanitas' top for a buckle or belt he might begin with to make this easier. Goodness, what a complicated garment. ]
If it isn't too much trouble, I indeed find myself facing the same dilemma. I put these on at the beginning of the day and have yet to be able to remove them myself.
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I'm not.. quite sure how this blouse works in all honesty.
[He lifts one arm and then the other, trying to locate the buckles, but in comparison he hasn't has his own on for that long. Maybe his new companion should be the priority. Vanitas nods, lowering his arms and stepping closer to start with the buttons of Keita's shirt and vest. He doesn't think he's ever undressed another man before, from what he can recall, at least not under non-sexual situations. Vanitas glances between his face and the exposed skin of his chest as he goes.]
My manners tell me I should at least know the name of the man I'm undressing, but if you prefer anonymity, I can understand.
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[ Confidence, although not entirely earned. Keita himself has never seen anything quite like it. That's not enough to stop him, though; he lifts his arms to begin sorting through the various accessories adorning Vanitas' shirt, fingers and palms moving steadily over his torso until he finally finds a promising-looking buckle.
The comment makes Keita smile sheepishly. It's always like this, with him—because he remembers futures where they already know each other's names, he forgets to introduce himself in the present. ]
My apologies. You're right, of course. [ He ducks his head slightly, an approximation of a bow. ] My name is Keita Mori.
[ There are futures where this endeavor does become a sexual encounter, but equally as many where it doesn't. In all of them, it makes the most sense for them to at least know each other's names. ]
And yourself, sir?
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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.
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He is relaxed beneath the other man’s straddle, single golden eye not hidden by a cut of thick bang bright in the dim of the set. At the question, he hums, considering the scene before tilting his head to the right. His voice, rich with a touch of natural rasp, likewise pitches low. ]
Mmm… you bite me, right? You’ll want to pick the left side.
[ The black that stains the right side of his throat isn’t a tattoo—but he doesn’t explain that, merely offering a smile. ]
You can bite hard. I don’t mind.
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At least his acting partner is not bad to look at, but it could also be his unusual markings overtaking patches of skin leading up to his face--half covered by dark hair. Vanitas doesn't like the way that voice hits his eardrums when he keeps his volume down. It feels like he's whispering right into his ear and gives him goosebumps.]
Left side, then. [The side without the markings. He's tempted to ask why, but then there's a loud snap some distance away to indicate the scene needs to continue. Vanitas delivers his line and moves with the swiftness and confidence of someone looking to draw blood. Not expecting the fake fangs to hold, he bites down forcefully, the sharp ceramic material of the prosthetic fangs easily piercing skin so the first mouthful of blood is genuinely alarming to him. He's never actually.. drank blood. Though he's always been curious about if he had the capacity to. All the experiments turned him into something that wasn't quite vampire but also wasn't exactly human anymore either.
The taste is metallic and strange, but not unpleasant. He doesn't hate it, and that scares him. He makes a sound when he swallows, thinking that he should probably pull away and deliver another line but instead he sucks, trying for another mouthful. Is this what he tastes like too? Is this man human? Does everyone taste different?]
Mm. [It's all he's capable of while he goes through his little internal crisis. So much for all that work memorizing his lines.]
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Rokurou grunts when those prosthetic fangs break skin. Fingers spasm, gripping over his partner’s hip, and he rolls his chin through the outward web of pain. True enough, he doesn’t particularly mind the pain—a shiver, a low laugh, a small groan that walks the line of pain and pleasure. His blood is as hot as any human’s and the same sticky red, though his tolerance for shedding it is greater.
Was there supposed to be a line here? Rokurou can’t quite remember—he hadn’t been as diligent in memorizing the script—but there’s always room for ad libbing. Pulling one hand away from where it had been gripped in fabric, he combs it through the other man’s hair, playing up the aspect of being lovingly enthralled by his bite. In truth, he is turned on by it, but not in the fantastical way that the script’s plot describes. It isn’t an aphrodisiac that numbs the pain and brings only excitement. It hurts, but for a war daemon like him, that kind of pain is a different kind of aphrodisiac. A sharp, pointed one that rouses his baser instincts. He wants to bite back.
Breathing quickens. The natural rasp of his voice deepens through the burn of his shoulder, muscle and tissue bruised and broken. ]
Don’t waste any. You won’t find another human as delicious as I am. [ his leg draws up, bending at the knee, ] Become addicted to me, so you won’t want anyone else…
[ Proud, but bargaining and desperate, unwilling to share this vampire with the countless other lovers he surely has. Something like that? ]
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There is the possibility that the man is simply leaning into his role and remaining in character, but between the two of them, it's clear who would overpower who if it came down to life or death. So Vanitas does slow down, trying hard to think about all the reasons why he shouldn't develop a taste for blood. He pulls away a little, licking skin clean almost apologetically until those words cause Vanitas to freeze.
His eyes flicker between Rokurou's face and the bite marks on his neck, his face slowly heating up from just how accurate those words end up being.]
I..I..[Ah, damn it. His lines have escaped him, but the aftertaste of that blood is still on his lips. Vanitas whispers an apology into his neck, biting again, this time closer to his shoulder, shifting to shamelessly press against the bent knee. He's not sure how much of that is playing his role, and how much is his chasing just a bit more of his taste like the potential addict he might really become. There will be time to scold himself for finding pleasure in this later.
Vanitas moans, one of his hands moves to cradle the other side of the other man's head, fingertips brushing over the textured black markings on the other side of his face and neck.]
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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. ]
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His thighs tighten around the other man's lap when he feels fingers rake through his hair. Vanitas allows him to create space between them, looking at him and expecting fear or disgust, but instead he's met with a kiss. It instantly becomes clear that whoever this man is, he isn't there to judge him. His eyes close as he returns the kiss, making a soft sound in approval against the other pair of lips because his blood tastes as good as his tongue.
Vanitas doesn't know if he was born with these perversions or if they're a result of being in this place. His hands pull at partially blood-stained fabric, half to get the evidence of the incident out of the way, but also to gain access to more skin. He pauses when his own tongue slides past the opposing pair of lips and he feels sharp teeth there too. Somehow he feels less guilty for biting the man now that he's almost certain he's not human.]
I don't want anyone else. You're all mine. [The lines are spoken in between soft pants when he tries to catch his breath. Vanitas makes lingering eye contact, then his gaze steadies on his partner's mouth again.] This bond goes both ways. I'm yours now, too. [That part is not in the script but he's not sure it even matters. He can feel a very specific hardness against him, almost grinning when he pushes himself up on both his arms.]
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I. A C T O R ★ R E S U M E
btw that AI SUCKS ASS!!! thats why i hacked it for my profile tehe
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Hmm well, it depends what you count as a form? I have a few dress origins, like there is three with my summer version. Then I have the bigger versions of my summer version, which is like me, but a huge girl, like super big. then i have my other form, and then i have my monster girl form - so it just you know, just depends what you are looking for!
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Are you some manner of shape shifter?
Can you take any form you like?
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Uh, [ he says, rather elegantly. he eyes the other a little strangely; even though only vanitas' head had poked out of the dressing room, the door is cracked open enough that oushi can get a preview of what he's wearing.... and what he isn't. (does that even count as a top??) ] Sure .... I guess.
[ he slowly extricates himself from his slumped position on that fold-out chair, grabbing up the cap he'd been idly chewing on and has subsequently dropped over his chest once questioned. ]
What's up?
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I can't seem to get this off.
[He gestures to one of the straps, but he knows he's going to have to ask about the rest of it as well, and doesn't want his only volunteer to refuse. Vanitas takes a step back, holding the door open for the stranger to come inside. Normally he would not be okay with being undressed alone with a stranger, but the alternative is worse, and it's better than having to do it where anyone could see.]
I think the costume clothes might be cursed. Are you able to take yours off?
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I haven't even tried.
[ cursed clothes..? it'd sounded annoying, at first, but the more oushi considers it, the more he thinks it's meant to be more than just an inconvenience... is it all some convoluted way to get people to start undressing each other? that's embarrassing as hell. ]
I'm gonna try one of the straps.
[ if it comes undone without any issue from him, then his suspicions will be more or less confirmed, wouldn't it? oushi studies the... "top" vanitas wears for a handful of seconds before he realizes he is more or less staring at this guy's half-naked chest. cheeks coloring, he settles for the top-most strap, the one closest to vanitas' collar and thus the one he deems the most innocuous one.
tentatively, he thumbs at the buckle... without even much effort, the painted metal gives way, and the equally-black cloth slips out.
goddammit. ]
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Thank you. [Because of the nature of the costume, there's a lot of skin to skin contact when Oushi's fingers graze him occasionally. Vanitas lets out a an audible sigh of relief when the first buckle is undone, head tilted out of the way and holding his hair to be more helpful.] I know this is awkward and you must have other things you'd rather do with your time, but I do appreciate it.
[Otherwise, he'd be stuck in this restrictive thing for--he has no idea how long. For the same reason Oushi is blushing, Vanitas keeps his gaze averted to avoid that kind of reaction in return. He does silently slide his hands up Oushi's shirt just to see if the fabric will lift and not resist him the way his own clothes are currently making his life difficult.
After accidentally catching a glimpse of Oushi's abs he pulls his hands away abruptly.] My apologies. I was testing a theory.
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still, his hands are dutiful, working from one strap to the next. by the third he settles into something of an auto-pilot rhythm, but the lower he gets the more he starts to overthink things and falter—
and then he feels the brush of fingertips against his own lower abdomen, and a rush of cold air that signals his shirt's been lifted. dumbass had been so focused on his own work he hadn't even realized vanitas was moving. now he stumbles, fingers suddenly going dumb and fumbling with the very last strap, resting just an inch above where those tight pants cinch around a narrow waist. ]
Right.
[ it's not an accusatory thing, but rather something a little resigned. yeah, it was the same theory oushi himself had, and while the costume he'd been given isn't terrible, or even all that uncomfortable, he knows that there will eventually come a time he'll have to take it off, and right now he's figuring it makes far more sense to just get it over with than drag it on until it could potentially become even more awkward later.
he sighs, finishing up the last buckle before he reaches up to start to push the sleeve off a shoulder. ]
We'll do you first. Then me.
[ it's! fine! it's not awkward if you don't make it awkward, right? (it's so, so awkward.) ]
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Not that he's an expert at navigating these situations. It's awkward enough that he's tempted to comment on it, maybe make light of the situation. But the words that come out of his mouth are always a dozen times more insufferable than he intends them to be. It's not that he can't control it, it's just that he doesn't.]
Not used to being naked and alone with someone else, hm? [The tone of his voice is teasing, definitely overcompensating for his own awkwardness at being undressed. And maybe a little bit of distraction so Oushi doesn't ask about the scars and markings on his skin.]
Or is it me? Do I make you nervous? [Vanitas would rather play the part of bully than victim, so why not shake up the dynamic to make things interesting? It helps to focus on someone else's nervousness rather than his own.]
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