【 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. SPIN THE WHEEL [Rude doesn't spin the wheel for the additional payout, he just does it because he's not quite sure what to do being the introvert that he typically is. Making it work with someone he's never met before means he has to go in with a plan, but if it's anyone he's familiar with, it'll be less stressful to have to figure out logistics once he has some idea where the direction of the filming is going.
The wheel spins for a while, clicking softly as it slows, eventually landing on the word RIMMING in big bold letters making it difficult to mistake for any of the adjacent options. And while he still doesn't have a co-star assigned to him yet, he lingers around to see if there are any other unmatched actors waiting to perform for the camera. Or--any cameramen/women looking for actors. He's open to direction. Any script, any part, he'll try to trust the process.]
III. Wildcard (I'm chill and down to write whatever. All these prompts are fun. If you want to talk through anything, feel free to PM or hit me up at terrorate)
[By the end of all the filming, he and Reno have starred in more than a couple of productions each, and a good amount of them with each other. It only seems right for them to walk the red carpet together to see exactly how it all turned out in the end. The little gift bag was a nice touch, but Rude doesn't have the chance to look inside until they're seated and waiting for the first showing to start.
He's dressed nicely in a black suit and tie, no glasses on this time. Just fidgeting with the little vibrating object wired to a controller. He's not sure exactly what to do with it, but the theater is dark and the speakers are blasting whoever is moaning on screen loud enough that the sound of the vibration isn't even audible. Lucky for Rude, Reno is within arms reach. He reaches for one of his partner's thighs, pulling it away from the other one as he sits closer, showing him the toy wordlessly to see what he wants to do with it.]
[Of course Reno uses the chance to walk the red carpet with Rude, especially because he can now finally wear a little something that Rude wanted to see him in. All dolled up with his long hair open and black framed eyes that make the turquoise of them stand out even more, he is dressed in a long, red dress, with a deep cleavage, an open back, and two large slits to either side that just so stop in the middle of his hips. Seeing Rude's face upon stepping out of the bathroom like this has already been worth it.
So when Rude nudges him to show him the little present in their gift bag and has his legs pulled apart, a grins up at Rude and slides his dress just a little higher, so that he can slide Rude's hand a little higher, so that his fingers brush against the expensive lace slip he is wearing. He keeps his voice down, not because he has to over the noise of the movie playing, but because it feels like a little naughty secret, even though he's sure that a lot of the others are doing the exact same thing in their seats right now.]
[The dress is a little more revealing than Rude had anticipated, but Reno pulls it off well so he doesn't complain if there are a few extra eyes looking at his lover and the parts of his body tastefully exposed for the evening.
Once they're situated to view the films, he notices that the people around them are all either paying close attention to the movies or to each other. Which means there's certainly enough privacy here to let his hand wander further up between Reno's thighs, fingertips feeling over the fabric of his underwear curiously.]
Sit on my lap. [Rude suggests, patting his thigh with his other hand. It's still strange to him that the two of them aren't sick of each other after all the bad pornos they've filmed together leading up to this, but Rude is still very interested in finding new ways to end up between his lover's legs.]
[Reno feels like a million bucks tonight, and he enjoys the attention to the fullest. But no matter how much others might stare and look, he stays in Rude's arm and has his own wrapped around his partner's waist. Tonight is only for them.
Even if they filmed several of these cheap movies together, and even though they still end up in bed together every night, Reno never gets tired of Rude. He can get lost in Rude's arms, his scent, the scratch of his stubble, how his hands feel and how good his cock is. And how he is simply the one person that Reno would never want to miss. Their silent communications, Rude's hums when Reno talks, the way they just get each other. No, he'll never get tired of him, ever.
The black lace of Reno's underwear is already straining as Reno is growing hard at the promise of having yet another experience with Rude, and he quickly complies. He slips into Rude's lap, his legs to either side of Rude's so that he already has to spread his legs apart, exposing them thanks to the cut of the dress, and yet, his crotch is still covered with lace and red fabric. Both can easily pushed aside though.]
Careful, we don't wanna ruin your suit, don't we?
[Except his tone already promises that that's exactly what he's planning to do!]
[Rude doesn't take any of their time together for granted here. He doesn't know how long they'll get to stay here and enjoy each other before getting sent home, so he still likes to make the most of it. Catching up for all the time they've spent working and pretending to be indifferent about each other for professional reasons. This place could be a blessing for them.
On the other hand, having to sleep with other people and allowing Reno to do the same hasn't been ideal. The only thing that's kept him from truly getting upset and doing something stupid over it is the fact that he would be such a hypocrite.
So he just focuses on Reno whenever he can. Tonight is no different. Reno comes when he's asked and Rude rewards him with a kiss, both hands running up the exposed skin of his thighs.]
Am I supposed to care what happens to that dress?
[To show that he doesn't have any regard for fabric, he slides his hand under the dress to rip the lace fabric of Reno's underwear for better access. It takes a little bit of maneuvering but he traps Reno's cock behind the untorn waistband of his underwear so he's free to run the vibrator right along the underside of his length, tastefully hidden beneath a flap of fabric from the dress.]
[Reno has never truly been indifferent towards Rude, but at some point simply gave up trying to seduce him after it didn't work for years. From time to time he would try again, but only be rewarded with ignorance or a dry remark, so he settled for those evenings together, with drinking, watching movies, invading Rude's private space by sleeping on his shoulder and overall just bros being bros. He wonders what would happen if they were to return home. If they would remember anything, or if not, if they would finally find together after all? He hopes it. But also for some strange reason, he hopes that they can simply stay here and enjoy their lives together. And even though Reno meant what he told Rude, that he would go monogamous for him, he appreciates that Rude dismissed it. Though, Reno also stands by it, that the sex, and the time overall he's spending with Rude, is the best he's having in here, or ever, really.
There is a sound of complaint when the lace rips, and Reno nudges Rude with his elbow.]
hey, those were expensive, and you haven't even taken a look at them! [he hisses, but there's a grin in his voice, because damn, he likes Rude like that, all aggressive and strong, and Reno turns his face to mouth along Rude's jawline, letting his beard tickle Reno's sensitive lips.]
The dress depends .. do you want me to wear it again, or should I get another one for the next time -? aahh ...
[Reno's whole body twitches slightly as the vibrator is pushed against the length of his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him that seem to go straight up his spine, causing him to roll his head onto Rude's shoulder to gasp.]
[It wasn't that the seduction attempts didn't work. It was Rude's stubbornness to admit that the thing he really wanted might not be something Reno envisioned for himself, and not only would it have hurt to be rejected, but he'd have to be reminding of that every time they had to work together.
It was the strategic thing to do. Not to mention, even a one night stand with the redhead would have consumed his thoughts at the most inappropriate times. He couldn't risk that.
Thankfully at the resort none of those concerns ever have to come up. He smirks at Reno's fussing about the expensive underwear, his free hand rubbing up and down along his lover's inner thigh before he undoes the front of his dress pants, eventually pulling his arousal free.] I know what you look like. I've seen every inch of you.
Hm. I'll spare the dress. I won't mess it up. Hopefully you won't either. [Rude lifts Reno's hips just enough to slick his cock with saliva, doing the same with his lover's entrance. He's sure there's lube somewhere, but he doesn't have the time to think about it as he pulls Reno to lower onto his length, little by little.]
Don't ride me. I just want to play with you while I'm inside you.
[If they ever found their way back to Midgar and at the same time a way to get back together, Reno likes to imagine what work would be like from then on. Would the others know? Would they even allow it? Would they have to share stolen glances in between so that no one would notice? ... what would a quicky in the office or the helicopter be like? Now that's something Reno really wants to know.
But until then, there is a premiere to attend, and even though Reno has no idea what movie is even playing, he is having the time of his life. He can feel the heat of Rude's arousal even before Rude pulls Reno into place. He doesn't mind the lack of lube, and the burn will even be pleasant as hell.]
I know, but ya haven't seen me in that piece yet, [Reno scolds him, rolling his eyes. And here he thought Rude would appreciate him getting all dolled up just for his lover. Rude always looks stunning, no matter what suit or shirt he wears, always that stylish elegance that Reno loves about him. SO returning the favour with a few cute outfits or new toys is Reno's way of wanting to be sexy for his man.
And fucking hell, it's so damn hot when Rude talks to him like that, gives him orders, and Reno spreads his legs a little more, having to bite his lower lip to not moan louder than the person on the screen as he sinks onto Rude's cock, and his arms bend back to grab the back of Rude's head and neck to hold on to him.]
[ she doesn't know what compels her to participate in the filming of these movies, really (though she can imagine that it's some kind of mental nudge from the resort that might have something to do with it), but she's not entirely against the chances for dressing up in a variety of clothing to fit some kind of mystical fantasy setting. even the dress she's been given isn't as sultry as she might have expected, even if her breasts are still prone to visibly seeming as if they might spill out of the bodice with the way they fill out the hemline, cleavage tightly nestled within, with a bit of that newer scar peeking out from within across to her collarbone.
it's the end of a shoot when she finds herself in the changing room, aiming to take the dress off, a pair of fresh and comfortable gym clothes set to the side to change into afterwards. but as she finds herself trying to peel away the dress as easily as it had been to slide it on, her fingers almost seem to slide along the drapery like fabric every time she attempts it. she tries again and again and again — nothing, as if impossible to find the find the ends of it. even attempting to hook her thumbs into the bodice to try to slip up out of it doesn't seem to work, as if stuck right there against her breasts.
she takes a deep breath, easing herself not to panic too soon. no, she just needs a little help that's all. carefully, she peeks out of the small room's door, peering out to the others walking by, either from their own participation of the film or engagement in the other indie shoots happening concurrently.
her eyes fall upon a familiar face and, while not exactly her first choice to feel comfortable in asking to help in something like this, it doesn't feel right to feel so choosey in a moment like that.
she gives a wave of her arm, awkwardly. ] Hey— um, Rude? Sorry, ah, any chance I could ask a bit of a favor from you?
[Rude is in between films at the moment, just roaming around to see the different sets and people in costume when he hears his name. The owner of that particular voice is very familiar, but he doesn't see her right away.
Part of the reason why is that dress she has on. It seems like no one is free from participating in at least one of these films, but he doesn't ask too many questions when it seems like she might need help. The closer he gets the more of the dress he sees, and the more of her chest he has to try not to stare at. He does well enough to start, but then he catches sight of that scar on her chest and looks away. Sephiroth haunts them even here. He's read her files.]
Is everything okay? What's wrong?
[Based on the awkward look on her face, he knows it's nothing terribly serious, but enough that she would be willing to ask him for assistance. Rude doesn't make any move to step inside with her, not without being invited first.]
[ it really isn't the person she expected to ask of this, if only because it's barely been a few weeks since she decided to start getting along with rude at all. but it really had turned out that he isn't nearly as bad as her prejudices had assumed, even in spite of some of their conflicts back home. so something like this? maybe it shouldn't be too bad to ask, right? ]
Y-yeah, it's fine. Well, mostly. Um— [ she pulls back more of the door, showing a bit more of her costume as she peers down at it. ] Actually, it's this dress. I can't seem to take it off. It's like it's purposely fighting me every time I try. I don't know if it's one of those weird resort tricks again or something else, but ...
[ right. yeah. she should actually ask the question. ]
I was just wondering if— well, would you maybe help me in trying to take it off? [ she gives another quick wave of her hand. ] No pressure if that's a weird ask.
[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.
It's weird, because it wasn't actually that hard to put on, so I'm not sure what's wrong with it now. But yeah — it's probably the zipper.
[ she gives an appreciative smile when he motions for her to turn, her expression still a little shy but relieved for the help and the hope that it doesn't actually have to be as awkward as she worries it to be. her body gives a turn, hand bracing against the frame of the door as she continues peering to him over her shoulder.
when he acknowledges the scar, she turns her head away again, her own eyes avoiding the mark that now covers part of her chest. ]
No, it's okay. I can— I can talk about it. It's just— [ she swallows, eyes shutting as she finds her calm, trying not to feel too much of a weight in the memory. ] Yeah, he did that. But there was a doctor in Midgar, she helped to cover most of it up during my surgery. Skin grafts do wonders, I guess. But ... I don't know, suddenly a few weeks ago, it just showed up again, like it was always there somehow.
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.]
[ still wearing the costume into which he'd been wrangled at the beginning of this long-ass day of filming—something not unlike a biker look, with a leather jacket and tight pants and boots thicker than the ones he usually wears—tseng leans against a wall somewhere behind rude and watches with interest as he spins the wheel. despite the fact that he'd be content to try out pretty much any kink at least once, tseng himself hasn't touched it, just watched others to try and get a sense of what the options are.
the wheel clatters and stills, landing rather obviously on rimming and tseng makes a noise of vague surprise and lifts his eyebrows at rude. ]
Have you done that before? [ he asks, curious. maybe the costume is aiding him a little in letting go of a tiny bit of his usually tightly-held professionalism. ] Giving or receiving.
[Rude knew Tseng was around, but hadn't seen him since they parted ways earlier. He recognizes his voice first, because that look on Tseng took some new neural connections forming to wrap his head around. Though the temptation to comment on it is there, a man in a glass house shouldn't be the first to throw stones. Or however that saying goes.]
Hm. [Rude thinks about Aventurine for a few seconds then turns to Tseng again, nodding.] Just giving. Are you volunteering?
[He looks over Tseng's costume, the beginnings of a smile on his lips, but never quite getting there. Rude got the short end of the costume stick. He's meant to be a college professor of some sort. His shades replaced with thick rimmed glasses, and his usual attire gone in favor of a crimson knit turtle neck that feels WRONG in so many ways, but his khaki slacks and black loafers are tolerable.]
[ they're both looking a little different than their usual right now—tseng in his biker getup and ponytail, rude in his college professor chic. it suits him, though, the sweater and the glasses—tseng won't say it aloud, because he can tell by the way rude holds himself that he's not completely comfortable with the change, but it does look good, even if it's different.
tseng straightens up from the wall to approach, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. another mannerism that's unusual for tseng—normally he's the one standing ruler-straight with his hands tucked behind his back. ]
Would you take me up on it if I were?
[ there's genuine curiosity there, too. the first time they fucked was driven by aphrodisiac. the second was more intentional, but also prompted by tseng's expertise and rude's trust—and that it had been mutually enjoyable doesn't necessarily mean rude is looking for a hat trick. ]
[The way Tseng moves is different. Rude recognizes the change right away. Even if he hasn't had a real job since he's been here, his eyes are still as sharp as ever. He's always had a certain rigidity to posture that just wasn't there when he takes easy steps away from the wall toward him. Rude is sure the man is trying to seduce him...again.]
I'm taking you up on it even if you weren't. Have you done it before? Receiving?
[He knows Reno is busy filming and will be for at least the next hour or so, making Tseng's timing perfect. Rude approaches, not really looking around for any other potential candidates because he's already made up his mind. There's a clear plotline at work here.]
Straight-laced professor seduced by the leader of a biker gang. [There are empty trailers set up with cameras mounted on tripods for this very situation. Rude is both unsettled and unsurprised by that as he makes his way in that direction.]
[ honestly, they're probably playing right into the resort's hands by engaging with each other this way, but... between the slight change in attitude prompted by his costume and the fact that tseng knows for a fact rude is good in bed, he can't say he's has too many objections. if rude is agreeable, then tseng is agreeable, and he follows rude as he turns to make his way back toward one of the trailers set up along perimeter of the area. ]
Not often, [ tseng admits. rude knows how sensitive he can be, and how little bottoming tseng does in general—it's probably no surprise that he is far more often the one doing the eating than the one being eaten. ] I trust you.
[ it's that easy.
when the trailer door swings open, tseng immediately clocks the two cameras inside, set up to provide maximum coverage and also to capture as much of the action on the bed as possible. the trailer itself is done up like a professor's bedroom might be, too—another surefire sign that they're playing the resort's game here—and it makes it easier for tseng to slip into character, pressing up behind rude and immediately pushing his hands up inside the sweater rude is wearing. ]
I know you have it in you, teach, [ tseng says with a rumble of amusement in his voice. hopefully rude is willing to play along. ] You just need to loosen up a little bit. I can show you how...
[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.
[ there's a split second where tseng thinks rude really might try to flip him onto the bed—he has the training for it, after all, and tseng is in the vulnerable position here—but the moment passes. probably for the best, even if it would have been impressive (and a little sexy) to see rude put his strength to use that way. instead, tseng just laughs and pulls rude's shirt free of his slacks, then hikes both the shirt and the sweater up to expose his lower abs. ]
But I also score so well on the tests, don't I? [ he all but purrs, his fingertips walking down the v of rude's hipbone to slip beneath the waist of his pants, not all the way to his cock but at least teasing at it. ] I'll make you a deal, how's that?
[ a low groan, then, at the pressure of rude's hands against his dick through the tight leather of his own pants. getting hard in these things is going to be so uncomfortable—probably for the better if they strip each other quickly. ]
If you make me come first, I'll show up to every class for the rest of the semester, [ tseng promises, his other hand pushing its way up under shirt and sweater so he can pinch one of rude's nipples and tug at it. ] And if I make you come first...
[ a biker college student who's fucking his professor—tseng probably wouldn't stop showing up to class altogether, nor would he want to ask for an a on a final or something like that. instead... ]
If I make you come first, I get extra, private office hours every week until I graduate, [ he says, with a lascivious grin that suggests exactly what will be happening in those extra, private office hours. ] Deal?
rude | ff7 | current character, 8 clubs
Height: 6'1" (185cm)
Weight: 85kg
Age: 30
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: N/A
• REDEEMABLE VILLAIN
• TALL DARK & HANDSOME MALE LEAD
• SUBMISSIVE IN THE FACE OF FEMDOM
• THIGHS/LEGS/FEET
• A PARTNER HE CAN PICK UP AND MOVE AROUND
• ROUGH-HOUSING
• AFTERCARE
• ENDURANCE
• CUDDLING
**artwork by:
II. SPIN THE WHEEL
[Rude doesn't spin the wheel for the additional payout, he just does it because he's not quite sure what to do being the introvert that he typically is. Making it work with someone he's never met before means he has to go in with a plan, but if it's anyone he's familiar with, it'll be less stressful to have to figure out logistics once he has some idea where the direction of the filming is going.
The wheel spins for a while, clicking softly as it slows, eventually landing on the word RIMMING in big bold letters making it difficult to mistake for any of the adjacent options. And while he still doesn't have a co-star assigned to him yet, he lingers around to see if there are any other unmatched actors waiting to perform for the camera. Or--any cameramen/women looking for actors. He's open to direction. Any script, any part, he'll try to trust the process.]
III. Wildcard
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Premiere (closed to Reno)
He's dressed nicely in a black suit and tie, no glasses on this time. Just fidgeting with the little vibrating object wired to a controller. He's not sure exactly what to do with it, but the theater is dark and the speakers are blasting whoever is moaning on screen loud enough that the sound of the vibration isn't even audible. Lucky for Rude, Reno is within arms reach. He reaches for one of his partner's thighs, pulling it away from the other one as he sits closer, showing him the toy wordlessly to see what he wants to do with it.]
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All dolled up with his long hair open and black framed eyes that make the turquoise of them stand out even more, he is dressed in a long, red dress, with a deep cleavage, an open back, and two large slits to either side that just so stop in the middle of his hips.
Seeing Rude's face upon stepping out of the bathroom like this has already been worth it.
So when Rude nudges him to show him the little present in their gift bag and has his legs pulled apart, a grins up at Rude and slides his dress just a little higher, so that he can slide Rude's hand a little higher, so that his fingers brush against the expensive lace slip he is wearing.
He keeps his voice down, not because he has to over the noise of the movie playing, but because it feels like a little naughty secret, even though he's sure that a lot of the others are doing the exact same thing in their seats right now.]
Wanna try it out?
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tastefullyexposed for the evening.Once they're situated to view the films, he notices that the people around them are all either paying close attention to the movies or to each other. Which means there's certainly enough privacy here to let his hand wander further up between Reno's thighs, fingertips feeling over the fabric of his underwear curiously.]
Sit on my lap. [Rude suggests, patting his thigh with his other hand. It's still strange to him that the two of them aren't sick of each other after all the bad pornos they've filmed together leading up to this, but Rude is still very interested in finding new ways to end up between his lover's legs.]
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Tonight is only for them.
Even if they filmed several of these cheap movies together, and even though they still end up in bed together every night, Reno never gets tired of Rude.
He can get lost in Rude's arms, his scent, the scratch of his stubble, how his hands feel and how good his cock is.
And how he is simply the one person that Reno would never want to miss. Their silent communications, Rude's hums when Reno talks, the way they just get each other.
No, he'll never get tired of him, ever.
The black lace of Reno's underwear is already straining as Reno is growing hard at the promise of having yet another experience with Rude, and he quickly complies.
He slips into Rude's lap, his legs to either side of Rude's so that he already has to spread his legs apart, exposing them thanks to the cut of the dress, and yet, his crotch is still covered with lace and red fabric.
Both can easily pushed aside though.]
Careful, we don't wanna ruin your suit, don't we?
[Except his tone already promises that that's exactly what he's planning to do!]
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On the other hand, having to sleep with other people and allowing Reno to do the same hasn't been ideal. The only thing that's kept him from truly getting upset and doing something stupid over it is the fact that he would be such a hypocrite.
So he just focuses on Reno whenever he can. Tonight is no different. Reno comes when he's asked and Rude rewards him with a kiss, both hands running up the exposed skin of his thighs.]
Am I supposed to care what happens to that dress?
[To show that he doesn't have any regard for fabric, he slides his hand under the dress to rip the lace fabric of Reno's underwear for better access. It takes a little bit of maneuvering but he traps Reno's cock behind the untorn waistband of his underwear so he's free to run the vibrator right along the underside of his length, tastefully hidden beneath a flap of fabric from the dress.]
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He wonders what would happen if they were to return home. If they would remember anything, or if not, if they would finally find together after all?
He hopes it.
But also for some strange reason, he hopes that they can simply stay here and enjoy their lives together.
And even though Reno meant what he told Rude, that he would go monogamous for him, he appreciates that Rude dismissed it. Though, Reno also stands by it, that the sex, and the time overall he's spending with Rude, is the best he's having in here, or ever, really.
There is a sound of complaint when the lace rips, and Reno nudges Rude with his elbow.]
hey, those were expensive, and you haven't even taken a look at them!
[he hisses, but there's a grin in his voice, because damn, he likes Rude like that, all aggressive and strong, and Reno turns his face to mouth along Rude's jawline, letting his beard tickle Reno's sensitive lips.]
The dress depends .. do you want me to wear it again, or should I get another one for the next time -? aahh ...
[Reno's whole body twitches slightly as the vibrator is pushed against the length of his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him that seem to go straight up his spine, causing him to roll his head onto Rude's shoulder to gasp.]
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It was the strategic thing to do. Not to mention, even a one night stand with the redhead would have consumed his thoughts at the most inappropriate times. He couldn't risk that.
Thankfully at the resort none of those concerns ever have to come up. He smirks at Reno's fussing about the expensive underwear, his free hand rubbing up and down along his lover's inner thigh before he undoes the front of his dress pants, eventually pulling his arousal free.] I know what you look like. I've seen every inch of you.
Hm. I'll spare the dress. I won't mess it up. Hopefully you won't either. [Rude lifts Reno's hips just enough to slick his cock with saliva, doing the same with his lover's entrance. He's sure there's lube somewhere, but he doesn't have the time to think about it as he pulls Reno to lower onto his length, little by little.]
Don't ride me. I just want to play with you while I'm inside you.
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Would the others know? Would they even allow it?
Would they have to share stolen glances in between so that no one would notice?
... what would a quicky in the office or the helicopter be like? Now that's something Reno really wants to know.
But until then, there is a premiere to attend, and even though Reno has no idea what movie is even playing, he is having the time of his life.
He can feel the heat of Rude's arousal even before Rude pulls Reno into place.
He doesn't mind the lack of lube, and the burn will even be pleasant as hell.]
I know, but ya haven't seen me in that piece yet,
[Reno scolds him, rolling his eyes. And here he thought Rude would appreciate him getting all dolled up just for his lover. Rude always looks stunning, no matter what suit or shirt he wears, always that stylish elegance that Reno loves about him.
SO returning the favour with a few cute outfits or new toys is Reno's way of wanting to be sexy for his man.
And fucking hell, it's so damn hot when Rude talks to him like that, gives him orders, and Reno spreads his legs a little more, having to bite his lower lip to not moan louder than the person on the screen as he sinks onto Rude's cock, and his arms bend back to grab the back of Rude's head and neck to hold on to him.]
Shit .. I love how huge you are ..!
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it's the end of a shoot when she finds herself in the changing room, aiming to take the dress off, a pair of fresh and comfortable gym clothes set to the side to change into afterwards. but as she finds herself trying to peel away the dress as easily as it had been to slide it on, her fingers almost seem to slide along the drapery like fabric every time she attempts it. she tries again and again and again — nothing, as if impossible to find the find the ends of it. even attempting to hook her thumbs into the bodice to try to slip up out of it doesn't seem to work, as if stuck right there against her breasts.
she takes a deep breath, easing herself not to panic too soon. no, she just needs a little help that's all. carefully, she peeks out of the small room's door, peering out to the others walking by, either from their own participation of the film or engagement in the other indie shoots happening concurrently.
her eyes fall upon a familiar face and, while not exactly her first choice to feel comfortable in asking to help in something like this, it doesn't feel right to feel so choosey in a moment like that.
she gives a wave of her arm, awkwardly. ] Hey— um, Rude? Sorry, ah, any chance I could ask a bit of a favor from you?
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Part of the reason why is that dress she has on. It seems like no one is free from participating in at least one of these films, but he doesn't ask too many questions when it seems like she might need help. The closer he gets the more of the dress he sees, and the more of her chest he has to try not to stare at. He does well enough to start, but then he catches sight of that scar on her chest and looks away. Sephiroth haunts them even here. He's read her files.]
Is everything okay? What's wrong?
[Based on the awkward look on her face, he knows it's nothing terribly serious, but enough that she would be willing to ask him for assistance. Rude doesn't make any move to step inside with her, not without being invited first.]
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Y-yeah, it's fine. Well, mostly. Um— [ she pulls back more of the door, showing a bit more of her costume as she peers down at it. ] Actually, it's this dress. I can't seem to take it off. It's like it's purposely fighting me every time I try. I don't know if it's one of those weird resort tricks again or something else, but ...
[ right. yeah. she should actually ask the question. ]
I was just wondering if— well, would you maybe help me in trying to take it off? [ she gives another quick wave of her hand. ] No pressure if that's a weird ask.
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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.
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[ she gives an appreciative smile when he motions for her to turn, her expression still a little shy but relieved for the help and the hope that it doesn't actually have to be as awkward as she worries it to be. her body gives a turn, hand bracing against the frame of the door as she continues peering to him over her shoulder.
when he acknowledges the scar, she turns her head away again, her own eyes avoiding the mark that now covers part of her chest. ]
No, it's okay. I can— I can talk about it. It's just— [ she swallows, eyes shutting as she finds her calm, trying not to feel too much of a weight in the memory. ] Yeah, he did that. But there was a doctor in Midgar, she helped to cover most of it up during my surgery. Skin grafts do wonders, I guess. But ... I don't know, suddenly a few weeks ago, it just showed up again, like it was always there somehow.
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[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.]
spin the wheel
the wheel clatters and stills, landing rather obviously on rimming and tseng makes a noise of vague surprise and lifts his eyebrows at rude. ]
Have you done that before? [ he asks, curious. maybe the costume is aiding him a little in letting go of a tiny bit of his usually tightly-held professionalism. ] Giving or receiving.
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Hm. [Rude thinks about Aventurine for a few seconds then turns to Tseng again, nodding.] Just giving. Are you volunteering?
[He looks over Tseng's costume, the beginnings of a smile on his lips, but never quite getting there. Rude got the short end of the costume stick. He's meant to be a college professor of some sort. His shades replaced with thick rimmed glasses, and his usual attire gone in favor of a crimson knit turtle neck that feels WRONG in so many ways, but his khaki slacks and black loafers are tolerable.]
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tseng straightens up from the wall to approach, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. another mannerism that's unusual for tseng—normally he's the one standing ruler-straight with his hands tucked behind his back. ]
Would you take me up on it if I were?
[ there's genuine curiosity there, too. the first time they fucked was driven by aphrodisiac. the second was more intentional, but also prompted by tseng's expertise and rude's trust—and that it had been mutually enjoyable doesn't necessarily mean rude is looking for a hat trick. ]
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I'm taking you up on it even if you weren't. Have you done it before? Receiving?
[He knows Reno is busy filming and will be for at least the next hour or so, making Tseng's timing perfect. Rude approaches, not really looking around for any other potential candidates because he's already made up his mind. There's a clear plotline at work here.]
Straight-laced professor seduced by the leader of a biker gang. [There are empty trailers set up with cameras mounted on tripods for this very situation. Rude is both unsettled and unsurprised by that as he makes his way in that direction.]
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Not often, [ tseng admits. rude knows how sensitive he can be, and how little bottoming tseng does in general—it's probably no surprise that he is far more often the one doing the eating than the one being eaten. ] I trust you.
[ it's that easy.
when the trailer door swings open, tseng immediately clocks the two cameras inside, set up to provide maximum coverage and also to capture as much of the action on the bed as possible. the trailer itself is done up like a professor's bedroom might be, too—another surefire sign that they're playing the resort's game here—and it makes it easier for tseng to slip into character, pressing up behind rude and immediately pushing his hands up inside the sweater rude is wearing. ]
I know you have it in you, teach, [ tseng says with a rumble of amusement in his voice. hopefully rude is willing to play along. ] You just need to loosen up a little bit. I can show you how...
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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.
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But I also score so well on the tests, don't I? [ he all but purrs, his fingertips walking down the v of rude's hipbone to slip beneath the waist of his pants, not all the way to his cock but at least teasing at it. ] I'll make you a deal, how's that?
[ a low groan, then, at the pressure of rude's hands against his dick through the tight leather of his own pants. getting hard in these things is going to be so uncomfortable—probably for the better if they strip each other quickly. ]
If you make me come first, I'll show up to every class for the rest of the semester, [ tseng promises, his other hand pushing its way up under shirt and sweater so he can pinch one of rude's nipples and tug at it. ] And if I make you come first...
[ a biker college student who's fucking his professor—tseng probably wouldn't stop showing up to class altogether, nor would he want to ask for an a on a final or something like that. instead... ]
If I make you come first, I get extra, private office hours every week until I graduate, [ he says, with a lascivious grin that suggests exactly what will be happening in those extra, private office hours. ] Deal?