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We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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[ When you can teleport... and you're slightly hung over... and you maybe weren't top of the brains division in the first place, it's not so easy to immediately realize you're waking up somewhere you have no business being. Even more when you just happen to have a friend who loves dressing gaudy robes - Twilight's first thought is that he's somehow woken up in a spare closet in the Old Castle.
And that's the assumption he's going with when he sets eyes on his trailer-mate. He offers a smile only slightly strained by his uncertainty of his precise path here and his MIA clothing, and asks: ]
Hey- friend of Hades'?
Actor Resume
Mr. DKT
Height:320cm 185cm Weight:650kg 95kg Age:60 20 Eye color: gold Hair color: sea green (black at the tips)
• inexperience • stockholm / lima syndrome (either side) • size difference
SPECIAL SKILLS
• portals • greater form • handlebars
Costume Department
[ Led astray by his enthusiasm for questionably 'cool' clothing once again. A colorful leather spike-studded outfit, somewhere in the region of 'jrpg hero' or 'wasteland raider', had caught Twilight's eye, and he'd just had to try it on.
...unfortunately, it turned out to have significantly less coverage than he'd anticipated, with some vital areas he'd assumed he just hadn't found the piece for yet turning out to be out by design. A newbie and never so brazen back home, no matter how bullish he looked, Twilight had tried to switch back to his previous costume... only to find that none of the many, many buckles, clasps, and zippers that held it in place were inclined to cooperate.
Clutching the changing room screen to his chest with maidenly modesty, he desperately attempts to communicate his plight to passer-by through... eye contact, mostly, but as the busy room keeps passing him by he finally tries to wave someone down. ]
You- over here-
Lord of the Wings
[ With so many actors to go around, the producers of the fantasy epic had decided to shoot a few scenes for the 'extended edition', testing the endurance of the moviegoer and performer alike. In this prologue scene a perhaps familiar but much less plot-relevant magic ring is separated from the evil overlord who created it, only for the conquering hero to take up the artifact he should have thrown into the fires of Mount Goon...
It had all sounded relatively tame to Twilight... but as it turned out, the evil overlord isn't wearing the ring on his finger, and the brave heroes aren't resorting to cold steel to separate it from its master when there are other, sexier methods available. Also, some genius in the props department had gone above and beyond and procured a genuine magic ring for the scene. No sooner has a stagehand slipped it onto Twilight's cock ( to a startled yelp ) than the magic flowing into his body revealed his species' usual reaction - instantaneous growth. Within seconds he's nearly twice his original height, leaving his co-stars to blanch at their... newly expanded task.
The whole scene feels like some kind of nightmare made real to Twilight, who feels ready neither for his porn debut nor to show off this ogre-like aspect to strangers, but at least his penchant for desperate ad-libbing rises to the occasion: ]
Already these fools shrink from my true power! Is there none among you who dares to challenge the Dark Lord?
[ Well, the line looks about right, but the delivery carries more than a hint of pleading at the end. If this thing stays stuck on him he'll be like this forever! Terrifying all before him! Isn't there some truly ambitious size queen or magic-fingered maestro on set to save him? ]
Or wildcard it!
OOC:
[ Some preference for m/f but OTA for this. I don't like writing anal though so m/m will be a bit more limited. My overall prefs run vanilla (...aside from ridiculous size differences, obviously) but feel free to run anything by me, there's nothing that really bothers me at the mention. ]
[Vanitas comes for the paycheck and stays because he can see the look of concern in the other actor's eyes. Either he wasn't expecting his physical form to change, or he was concerned that his costar would change their mind about this job once they saw the size of him. And since it looks like this entire production has been off-script most of the time, said actor doesn't seem to feel bad shrugging and exiting the room, leaving Vanitas (an extra in the cast) alone with the so called Dark Lord. Who wrote this script anyway?
While he absolutely does not identify as a size queen, he is secretly a charitable person on the inside. His RBF, icy judgmental gaze, and standoffish attitude are all a strategic act put on to conceal this true nature. Even more necessary here than where he used to call home.
There's staff on standby, he's sure, but they're not anywhere visible when Vanitas approaches. His hair is long and inky black, a couple of braids at the sides with strangely convincing elf ears courtesy of the make up team. Vanitas approaches confidently, going entirely off-script, but if they wanted their money shot, this is how it's going to have to go.]
I'm certain there's no one here foolish enough to challenge you, Dark Lord. [His voice is overly saccharine, laying it on thick so he can get in close, his eyes noting the size of Certain Parts of the other man. And then, in a lower voice once he's close enough:] I'm a doctor. I think I can help.
[ Oh thank the dark gods. If it weren't for the scenario Twilight would be clinging to Vanitas and his offer of aid like a lifeline. But the situation demands he find a more... properly imperious way to accept. ]
No? But all defiance of his will is a challenge to the universal domination of the Dark Lord! Pledge your obedience... or be destroyed.
[ ...considering the setting, the Dark Lord presumably destroys his enemies and accepts the fealty of vassals in approximately the same manner, but... ]
I would command thee kneel, but you are already so puny. Approach.
[ 'Certain Parts' are essentially at eye level standing, so getting him on his knees would be a waste of time, and Twilight would really like to cut to the chase here. And hey, it's a porno, the director probably won't complain. As to the size... too thick for most mouths, past the first couple inches. Even most hands would feel small against it. ]
[Now, Vanitas is not opposed to a challenge, but this? THIS, is not something he could have planned for, and he knows his own limits. It would be out of the question to find space for All Of That anywhere inside his body. But thankfully he's invited closer, to kneel, and although he doesn't do that, he reaches his hands out to examine the ring around the base of Twilight's cock.]
Oh-- I mean. Oh how powerful and mighty you are, Dark Lord. [His acting is over the top to compensate for trying to figure out just how to get the guy out of this situation. He ends up fondling him in ways that the camera probably likes, only to settle on the realization that he'll need to ejaculate to get the damn thing off and return to his normal size.]
I can't fit that in my mouth. [Vanitas says bluntly, looking between Twilight's face and his cock, but for the sake of being a team player he has to use both hands to stroke him--why is it so damn heavy!? He pushes Twilight back to his "throne" to indicate he wants him seated before he leans in to drag his tongue along the underside of his length.]
[ The struggle is just going to have to be the selling point for the scene. Not that the difficulty of properly stimulating him is quite so great as it seems; even Vanitas' first, assaying touches are enough to send a decidedly out-of-character shiver through Twilight. He's been trying to prepare himself for this moment mentally, but with his inexperience there just isn't much to be done, and he stands stiff as his only alternative to... whatever his emotions are vying for, 'lean closer' and 'back away' are both in solid contention.
Belatedly, he realizes he's letting his co-star do all the touching AND deliver all the lines and grasps for a response. When Vanitas pushes at him he turns towards the throne with a sweep of his cape, making the action look slightly more like it was at the Dark Lord's initiative. ]
So weak. [ He's not actually blaming Vanitas for not trying to take him, really. He's just trying to stay in character! ] Do you at least have the skills to make up for your frailty, aspirant?
[ He settles back on the throne, indolently awaiting his new servant's attention. Or at least, that's the look he's going for. Internally? Screaming. The nerves from doing this for the first time had been held at bay, partially, by the unreality of the set, working to a script, nothing he should be getting too invested in. But the knowledge that Vanitas is actually trying to help him makes it worse. That's not part of the script! He's actually making this total stranger service him! He has a little of the arrogance of a king, but nowhere near enough to make this feel natural.
He wants to at least try to read his face, but he can't even make that out as Vanitas dives to attack the keel of his royal barge, expression hidden by its girth. The tongue feels good but - should he even be focusing on that? But if he doesn't, they'll be here forever-
He should probably at least show some appreciation, right? ]
Very good-. [ He's trying to keep up an appropriately deep, jaded tone but that definitely came out higher than his last few likes. Erk. ] Servant. There may be a place for you yet.
[Vanitas is too perceptive not to notice the shiver just from being touched. He immediately breaks character when he notices the big bad Dark Lord is so sensitive to touch. There's definitely going to be a funny story to tell about this in the future. Without any physical transformations of his own, he's limited to what he can and can't do, but his focus now is to put on a show.
And as frail as he looks (and probably is), he doesn't appreciate how it makes him feel to be called weak by someone who's already sweating simply from his assessing strokes.]
I don't have much to offer someone as powerful as you, my lord, but there is something.
[Does he sound reverent and believable? Hopefully it's enough to get by. Vanitas glances up at Twilight to give him a look, one that's meant to reassure him enough that he knows what he's doing. Vanitas has sucked dick one time before and is therefore an expert as far as he's concerned. He tries to cradle Twilight's balls in his hand as he manages to close his lips around the tip of his cock, but even they are large and heavy in this form.
He really should have left this alone. This is more than one person should have to manage, but he's not a quitter. All Vanitas can really do is work his tongue against the sensitive parts of Twilight's cock as he bobs his head and moans more enthusiastically than necessary to make up for how much of his length he can't really fit into his mouth--but at least once he does genuinely try to take him down the back of his throat--and does not succeed.]
[ There's a strangled inhalation as Vanitas fondles his balls, surprising him as he watches the approach of the human's mouth. He can only hope that the director is committed enough to the story to edit the manifold signs of his vulnerability out in post - otherwise Vanitas won't be the only one with a funny story to tell, it'll be the entire moviegoing public. Twilight's one comfort is that he doesn't have to worry too much about what's showing on his face, or maybe being recognized at all - one glance at the cameras confirms they're far more interested in recording the heft of his sack as it spills over Vanitas' palm, and then the smaller man's heroic attempts to-
Aaaaa he's actually in his mouth. Did he actually make that sound? It was only in his head, right? He wasn't expecting anyone to actually try this either; he's being jerked from one unexpected sensation to the next. As well as just plain jerked. Vanitas was an expert as far as he's concerned, he's never felt anything like this in his life. ]
You- you try MeEEe- don't be a fool!
[ That the reaction to that ill-advised deepthroating attempt. He really is going to have to hope they let him dub something else over. Getting that log of a cock down a throat might be a seemingly impossible dream but the attempt still grazes sensitive skin with teeth and he's thick-skinned enough to find that purely pleasurable. His fist slams down on the throne hard enough to leave a crack as he suddenly finds himself warring with the possibility that he comes then and there. Which was the goal, supposedly, but he has a feeling that if they only get forty seconds of footage out of this they're going to be made to re-take the shot. ]
[Vanitas doesn't know anything about technology like this. The film that he's aware of is groundbreaking in his own time but archaic here. So however the editing is supposed to happen is beyond him. He's hoping at the end of the day it's not great and doesn't get to see the light of day. Not that he has anyone from his world here, but he's not the biggest fan of the idea of people watching him struggle to fellate an oversized cock.
The worst part is he brought this on himself out of the compulsion to help a stranger. It doesn't even feel sexy, do people find this sexy? The rhetorical unspoken question is answered whenever a fist crashes down onto the throne. Well, clearly someone's liking it. Good. Vanitas draws away, panting a little and licking his lips (entirely for the camera, of course).]
Allow me to prove myself and my devotion to you. [His voice is raspier than usual when he speaks, using both his hands to spread the leftover spit down along Twilight's arousal, stroking him slowly as he dips his head down to use his mouth on his balls. Vanitas nearly laughs thinking of the impossible mental image of attempting to stuff them both into his mouth, he attempts to remain serious, unable to laugh with just one of those things fulling his mouth up.]
[ The image of Vanitas going chipmunk mode down there would probably be amusing... for everyone but Twilight, anyway. The 'dark lord' hunches over further and further in his throne, gripping the arms white-knuckled. This is all happening so quickly, it's overwhelming... and it's enjoyable in the most immediate sense, but his faltering attempts to keep his composure - whether for himself or the camera, he couldn't really say anymore - are getting in the way of really appreciating it. Whether he is dominant or ought to be isn't something he's had the chance to think on in those terms, but he does know this feels awfully undignified. ]
Slow... slow down-
[ He finally abandons his character and his pride to beg for mercy, but the result is the same whether Vanitas shows mercy or goes for the kill - he waited too long. A shudder runs through his body as he starts to come, from his tensed shoulders right down to the cock Vanitas' holds Atlas-like above the earth.
It... sure goes on for a while, Twilight making a whining noise somewhere between pleasure and embarrassment. At least Vanitas is safe below, too close to get drenched by the monster-sized load. ]
[Maybe it's wrong of him to press forward when Twilight tells him to slow down. Maybe he should listen, put on the best show for the cameras. But in the end his only goal is to help the man escape the cursed cock ring. All the rest of this was highly unnecessary. He would not be apologizing for the length he's going to in order to reach his goal.
Vanitas has to use his mouth and both hands to try to simulate what a normal blow job might feel like on someone Twilight's size, but because he doesn't want a sore jaw and and upper body workout, he tends to focus most of his attention on the more sensitive bits.
He notices the shudder, but there's not enough time to draw away, so at least some of it gets in his mouth (and on his face and in his hair) before he can get out of the way. Vanitas coughs and sputters but ends up swallowing a good amount of it, a little annoyed at himself for not being quicker to move. Though, considering how much Twilight shoots out in generous spurts, he did get lucky in his positioning to avoid most of it.
Focused on the goal, he puts his fingers under the cock ring and the second Twilight starts to soften, he's able to pull it off of him, tossing it across the room so he would hopefully return to his less massive size.]
[ Twilight would be extremely dubious about that motivation, if he knew. Surely someone whose first priority is his comfort would be a little less... hasty? Or maybe the good doctor is just used to patients who try to put off treatments they need. Twilight certainly would have delayed this moment if it hadn't carried him away so quickly. Piled on whatever excuses he could to put off having his inexperience, unreadiness for this challenge, exposed.
But the chance never arose, and the evidence of what an easy mark he makes is now out for all to see... and all over Vanitas' face. He should feel more relief - and, one presumes, more gratitude - at being freed from the ring, but embarrassment and his scattered thoughts on the meaning of the moment get in the way. ]
A little too welcome... is this how you greet everyone new? Wring them out as fast as you can?
[ Refuge in sarcasm. Of course, he was the one who got on the set, so it's not like things would have been that different if the fateful ring and Vanitas had never arrived, but why acknowledge his own role in setting himself up to take things at speed? He'd really just like a 'yes'. Everyone gets ambushed with a surprise blowjob when they show up, so this was inevitable. ]
[As far as Vanitas is concerned, he volunteered in the first place to save someone else from having to manage all of That. Sure there were probably plenty of people out there that were into big ones like that, but Vanitas hadn't really given the time to see if they could find anyone else.
He decided unilaterally that this way was the best way, but once it's all over he does start to consider that Twilight might not have been painted in the best light just then. That's not Vanitas' business though. In his mind, he did the right thing by helping. He's not going to give out any apologies for that.]
Only the ones that look like they need help.
[Vanitas shrugs, wiping his face and mouth after all of that. It took a LOT of effort, and he doesn't feel like Twilight is being appreciative at all.]
Next time I'll just watch and let you suffer, I guess. [There's absolutely not going to be a next time, but Twilight doesn't have to know that.]
Twilight | Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle | New (seeking invite)
[ When you can teleport... and you're slightly hung over... and you maybe weren't top of the brains division in the first place, it's not so easy to immediately realize you're waking up somewhere you have no business being. Even more when you just happen to have a friend who loves dressing gaudy robes - Twilight's first thought is that he's somehow woken up in a spare closet in the Old Castle.
And that's the assumption he's going with when he sets eyes on his trailer-mate. He offers a smile only slightly strained by his uncertainty of his precise path here and his MIA clothing, and asks: ]
Hey- friend of Hades'?
Actor Resume
Height:
320cm185cmWeight:
650kg95kgAge:
6020Eye color: gold
Hair color: sea green (black at the tips)
• exotic prince
• fearsome demon
• eager virgin
• brainless heir
• inexperience
• stockholm / lima syndrome (either side)
• size difference
• portals
• greater form
• handlebars
Costume Department
[ Led astray by his enthusiasm for questionably 'cool' clothing once again. A colorful leather spike-studded outfit, somewhere in the region of 'jrpg hero' or 'wasteland raider', had caught Twilight's eye, and he'd just had to try it on.
...unfortunately, it turned out to have significantly less coverage than he'd anticipated, with some vital areas he'd assumed he just hadn't found the piece for yet turning out to be out by design. A newbie and never so brazen back home, no matter how bullish he looked, Twilight had tried to switch back to his previous costume... only to find that none of the many, many buckles, clasps, and zippers that held it in place were inclined to cooperate.
Clutching the changing room screen to his chest with maidenly modesty, he desperately attempts to communicate his plight to passer-by through... eye contact, mostly, but as the busy room keeps passing him by he finally tries to wave someone down. ]
You- over here-
Lord of the Wings
[ With so many actors to go around, the producers of the fantasy epic had decided to shoot a few scenes for the 'extended edition', testing the endurance of the moviegoer and performer alike. In this prologue scene a perhaps familiar but much less plot-relevant magic ring is separated from the evil overlord who created it, only for the conquering hero to take up the artifact he should have thrown into the fires of Mount Goon...
It had all sounded relatively tame to Twilight... but as it turned out, the evil overlord isn't wearing the ring on his finger, and the brave heroes aren't resorting to cold steel to separate it from its master when there are other, sexier methods available. Also, some genius in the props department had gone above and beyond and procured a genuine magic ring for the scene. No sooner has a stagehand slipped it onto Twilight's cock ( to a startled yelp ) than the magic flowing into his body revealed his species' usual reaction - instantaneous growth. Within seconds he's nearly twice his original height, leaving his co-stars to blanch at their... newly expanded task.
The whole scene feels like some kind of nightmare made real to Twilight, who feels ready neither for his porn debut nor to show off this ogre-like aspect to strangers, but at least his penchant for desperate ad-libbing rises to the occasion: ]
Already these fools shrink from my true power! Is there none among you who dares to challenge the Dark Lord?
[ Well, the line looks about right, but the delivery carries more than a hint of pleading at the end. If this thing stays stuck on him he'll be like this forever! Terrifying all before him! Isn't there some truly ambitious size queen or magic-fingered maestro on set to save him? ]
Or wildcard it!
OOC:
[ Some preference for m/f but OTA for this. I don't like writing anal though so m/m will be a bit more limited. My overall prefs run vanilla (...aside from ridiculous size differences, obviously) but feel free to run anything by me, there's nothing that really bothers me at the mention. ]
actor resume;
Exotic prince *and* eager virgin? There's a dozen of those indie films you'd fit right into.
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[ Err. Well. It doesn't feel accurate, in this context. Factually speaking- ]
Okay maybe not inaccurate.
But they're focusing on the wrong things.
I mean you're not actually some kind of teenage assassin who falls for her targets, right?
[ Right??? ]
I should be getting villain roles! I have real acting experience there, I'll have you know.
[ No, he shouldn't. He would implode if you asked him to be mean to someone in bed. ]
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[Mai purses her lips as she reads. He sounds indignant here.]
Have you been rejected from some of the villain roles?
[She pauses to ask the obvious question:]
Can you be mean?
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[ A villain who's immediately defeated. ]
I can be mean!
I just need the right motivation.
I mean the character does.
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Most of the villain characters have the motivation already.
Around here it's all sexual.
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Or your animosity and rivalry has to be sexually related.
I don't make the rules.
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[ Says he. ]
So what roles are you getting?
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Mostly villains.
[And goths. Why is it always goths?]
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[Yes she's vaguely proud of herself, thanks.]
You need any lessons?
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For the filming though.
What do you want to do, read lines?
Lord of the Wings
While he absolutely does not identify as a size queen, he is secretly a charitable person on the inside. His RBF, icy judgmental gaze, and standoffish attitude are all a strategic act put on to conceal this true nature. Even more necessary here than where he used to call home.
There's staff on standby, he's sure, but they're not anywhere visible when Vanitas approaches. His hair is long and inky black, a couple of braids at the sides with strangely convincing elf ears courtesy of the make up team. Vanitas approaches confidently, going entirely off-script, but if they wanted their money shot, this is how it's going to have to go.]
I'm certain there's no one here foolish enough to challenge you, Dark Lord. [His voice is overly saccharine, laying it on thick so he can get in close, his eyes noting the size of Certain Parts of the other man. And then, in a lower voice once he's close enough:] I'm a doctor. I think I can help.
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No? But all defiance of his will is a challenge to the universal domination of the Dark Lord! Pledge your obedience... or be destroyed.
[ ...considering the setting, the Dark Lord presumably destroys his enemies and accepts the fealty of vassals in approximately the same manner, but... ]
I would command thee kneel, but you are already so puny. Approach.
[ 'Certain Parts' are essentially at eye level standing, so getting him on his knees would be a waste of time, and Twilight would really like to cut to the chase here. And hey, it's a porno, the director probably won't complain. As to the size... too thick for most mouths, past the first couple inches. Even most hands would feel small against it. ]
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Oh-- I mean. Oh how powerful and mighty you are, Dark Lord. [His acting is over the top to compensate for trying to figure out just how to get the guy out of this situation. He ends up fondling him in ways that the camera probably likes, only to settle on the realization that he'll need to ejaculate to get the damn thing off and return to his normal size.]
I can't fit that in my mouth. [Vanitas says bluntly, looking between Twilight's face and his cock, but for the sake of being a team player he has to use both hands to stroke him--why is it so damn heavy!? He pushes Twilight back to his "throne" to indicate he wants him seated before he leans in to drag his tongue along the underside of his length.]
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Belatedly, he realizes he's letting his co-star do all the touching AND deliver all the lines and grasps for a response. When Vanitas pushes at him he turns towards the throne with a sweep of his cape, making the action look slightly more like it was at the Dark Lord's initiative. ]
So weak. [ He's not actually blaming Vanitas for not trying to take him, really. He's just trying to stay in character! ] Do you at least have the skills to make up for your frailty, aspirant?
[ He settles back on the throne, indolently awaiting his new servant's attention. Or at least, that's the look he's going for. Internally? Screaming. The nerves from doing this for the first time had been held at bay, partially, by the unreality of the set, working to a script, nothing he should be getting too invested in. But the knowledge that Vanitas is actually trying to help him makes it worse. That's not part of the script! He's actually making this total stranger service him! He has a little of the arrogance of a king, but nowhere near enough to make this feel natural.
He wants to at least try to read his face, but he can't even make that out as Vanitas dives to attack the keel of his royal barge, expression hidden by its girth. The tongue feels good but - should he even be focusing on that? But if he doesn't, they'll be here forever-
He should probably at least show some appreciation, right? ]
Very good-. [ He's trying to keep up an appropriately deep, jaded tone but that definitely came out higher than his last few likes. Erk. ] Servant. There may be a place for you yet.
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And as frail as he looks (and probably is), he doesn't appreciate how it makes him feel to be called weak by someone who's already sweating simply from his assessing strokes.]
I don't have much to offer someone as powerful as you, my lord, but there is something.
[Does he sound reverent and believable? Hopefully it's enough to get by. Vanitas glances up at Twilight to give him a look, one that's meant to reassure him enough that he knows what he's doing. Vanitas has sucked dick one time before and is therefore an expert as far as he's concerned. He tries to cradle Twilight's balls in his hand as he manages to close his lips around the tip of his cock, but even they are large and heavy in this form.
He really should have left this alone. This is more than one person should have to manage, but he's not a quitter. All Vanitas can really do is work his tongue against the sensitive parts of Twilight's cock as he bobs his head and moans more enthusiastically than necessary to make up for how much of his length he can't really fit into his mouth--but at least once he does genuinely try to take him down the back of his throat--and does not succeed.]
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Aaaaa he's actually in his mouth. Did he actually make that sound? It was only in his head, right? He wasn't expecting anyone to actually try this either; he's being jerked from one unexpected sensation to the next. As well as just plain jerked. Vanitas was an expert as far as he's concerned, he's never felt anything like this in his life. ]
You- you try MeEEe- don't be a fool!
[ That the reaction to that ill-advised deepthroating attempt. He really is going to have to hope they let him dub something else over. Getting that log of a cock down a throat might be a seemingly impossible dream but the attempt still grazes sensitive skin with teeth and he's thick-skinned enough to find that purely pleasurable. His fist slams down on the throne hard enough to leave a crack as he suddenly finds himself warring with the possibility that he comes then and there. Which was the goal, supposedly, but he has a feeling that if they only get forty seconds of footage out of this they're going to be made to re-take the shot. ]
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The worst part is he brought this on himself out of the compulsion to help a stranger. It doesn't even feel sexy, do people find this sexy? The rhetorical unspoken question is answered whenever a fist crashes down onto the throne. Well, clearly someone's liking it. Good. Vanitas draws away, panting a little and licking his lips (entirely for the camera, of course).]
Allow me to prove myself and my devotion to you. [His voice is raspier than usual when he speaks, using both his hands to spread the leftover spit down along Twilight's arousal, stroking him slowly as he dips his head down to use his mouth on his balls. Vanitas nearly laughs thinking of the impossible mental image of attempting to stuff them both into his mouth, he attempts to remain serious, unable to laugh with just one of those things fulling his mouth up.]
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Slow... slow down-
[ He finally abandons his character and his pride to beg for mercy, but the result is the same whether Vanitas shows mercy or goes for the kill - he waited too long. A shudder runs through his body as he starts to come, from his tensed shoulders right down to the cock Vanitas' holds Atlas-like above the earth.
It... sure goes on for a while, Twilight making a whining noise somewhere between pleasure and embarrassment. At least Vanitas is safe below, too close to get drenched by the monster-sized load. ]
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Vanitas has to use his mouth and both hands to try to simulate what a normal blow job might feel like on someone Twilight's size, but because he doesn't want a sore jaw and and upper body workout, he tends to focus most of his attention on the more sensitive bits.
He notices the shudder, but there's not enough time to draw away, so at least some of it gets in his mouth (and on his face and in his hair) before he can get out of the way. Vanitas coughs and sputters but ends up swallowing a good amount of it, a little annoyed at himself for not being quicker to move. Though, considering how much Twilight shoots out in generous spurts, he did get lucky in his positioning to avoid most of it.
Focused on the goal, he puts his fingers under the cock ring and the second Twilight starts to soften, he's able to pull it off of him, tossing it across the room so he would hopefully return to his less massive size.]
You're welcome.
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But the chance never arose, and the evidence of what an easy mark he makes is now out for all to see... and all over Vanitas' face. He should feel more relief - and, one presumes, more gratitude - at being freed from the ring, but embarrassment and his scattered thoughts on the meaning of the moment get in the way. ]
A little too welcome... is this how you greet everyone new? Wring them out as fast as you can?
[ Refuge in sarcasm. Of course, he was the one who got on the set, so it's not like things would have been that different if the fateful ring and Vanitas had never arrived, but why acknowledge his own role in setting himself up to take things at speed? He'd really just like a 'yes'. Everyone gets ambushed with a surprise blowjob when they show up, so this was inevitable. ]
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He decided unilaterally that this way was the best way, but once it's all over he does start to consider that Twilight might not have been painted in the best light just then. That's not Vanitas' business though. In his mind, he did the right thing by helping. He's not going to give out any apologies for that.]
Only the ones that look like they need help.
[Vanitas shrugs, wiping his face and mouth after all of that. It took a LOT of effort, and he doesn't feel like Twilight is being appreciative at all.]
Next time I'll just watch and let you suffer, I guess. [There's absolutely not going to be a next time, but Twilight doesn't have to know that.]