【 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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[ 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.]
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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.]