【 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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( there's a soft, non-committal sort of grunt as fuuta mutters to him, at first, as though he's not fully paying attention; sure, the set-up is pretty lame, the kind of amateur porn that some of the stupid hero kids might get off watching back home, and sure, the downtime is almost egregiously long, especially for something that should, in theory, be relatively one-and-done. what's the point of porn having a plot, anyway? no one's watching for all that: they'll just skip forward until the fucking happens. the thought at least is a little amusing; it means his lips curl faintly, slightly distant, before flattening out to his usual expression again.
it's boring, but not a total waste of time: because it's honestly a little fascinating to be there to begin with, decked out in a set that looks precisely like how he imagined school back home would be.
because it would have been like this, right? his gaze goes up towards the placards with the school rules, printed and framed primly above the sliding windows--it drops down to the desks, to the cubbies in the back of the room, to the larger glass windows that show some impossible scene of cherry blossoms and bright blue skies, something that he's sure they're fabricating from a screen or paintings or both. most of elementary school, and the beginnings of middle school, are a blur to him, framed only in painful memories of training, loneliness, incompetence, rage: it's a different thing entirely to see something like this, where the extras are all meant to be laughing and teasing and having a good time.
it doesn't feel quite right: like maybe he's not supposed to be here at all. but he's not about to leave fuuta here, especially not with the way he feels--begrudgingly, he has to admit that he can shrug off a lot, but leaving fuuta, knowingly, in the middle of a porn set would be a bit much for him.
one of his hands lifts, toying with the loose tie around his unbuttoned collar; while fuuta looks the part of a perfect student, he's been done up himself to be something of the class delinquent: his shirt untucked, his collar and tie loose, his jacket slightly oversized. the little nudge makes him glance down at him, breathing out a silent chuckle, before he offers a playful eyeroll. )
Yeah? ( his voice is low, bemused, while his gaze focuses out across the classroom, as though gauging who else might be noticing them. ) You want to get fucked over a desk in some other part of the set, huh? Naughty little rabbit.
( a brow lifts, almost in challenge, as he glances back down at fuuta. ) Go out along the back wall, the door's already open there. I'll meet you in two.
( he can always use the excuse of taking a smoke break, if anyone stops him. )
[ It would be a lie to say that Fuuta agreed to this filming session with any sort of plan in mind; his life would probably way easier if he was the type of person that did have that sort of foresight. But as they'd whiled away the minutes while lurking in that classroom setup, it had occurred to him that maybe this was something he could make use of. How old had Dabi said he was when he started living on the streets? Thirteen, was it? So he never experienced highschool, right? -- not that that'd be a huge loss in his eyes, given his own memories of highschool range from lukewarm to boring to bad, but still. It's a pretty significant chunk of most people's lives, right? So.
Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing. Using this chance to feel like they're actually skipping class. It might even be kind of fun -- a little throwback to back when his life had still been normal and digestible, something harmless that'd double as an interesting novelty for Dabi. And while his cheeks do pink a shade at the insinuation that he's just fishing for something lascivious, he doesn't bother protesting it, either.
Well, other than sticking his tongue out for a moment. ]
You gotta set the mood a bit before saying something like that, Touya-senpai.
[ Actually, using that honorific for him is more embarrassing than any talk of fucking. Fuuta gives a little huff to try and distract from the fluttery feeling in his chest before giving Dabi another nudge to the side in assent. ]
Don't take too long, okay.
[ As expected, Fuuta's attempts at being sneaky are adequate at best. He looks around a little too much as he slips away from the desk and slinks his way towards the back door, and the way he pauses at random desks while meandering towards the exit looks way too deliberate to play off as someone just looking to kill time. But the main staff are thankfully busy tending to the main actors, and the other actors milling about simply don't give a shit. Fuuta gets to slip from the room without any intervention, skittering around a corner and out of sight from Dabi's vantage point.
It's only once he also makes his way out of the classroom that Fuuta peeks out from the dark little corner he'd hunkered down in to avoid the eyes of the wandering staff, hurriedly jogging forth to grab at Dabi's hand. He'd hate to acknowledge it, but he looks a little excited. ]
There you are. C'mon, let's look around, see how detailed they bothered making this set -- there's less staff that way.
( his jaw feels like it unhinges itself; aghast, his lips part, but his voice is long gone, smothered into the odd, embarrassing feeling that rushes up at the sound of fuuta's soft voice, like he's never heard touya-senpai in his life. a part of him wants to reach out and stop him, grab his arm and wheel fuuta back against him for that stunt, but it's too late to try, and he can't seem to get a hold of whatever the feeling is that's burning away in his chest, smoldering down into his stomach. pleasure, maybe? encased in the hard, sharp lines of bashfulness? he doesn't want to have to admit to it.
instead, begrudgingly, he watches fuuta make his awkward escape--a part of him has to laugh, a wheezing, quiet hum under his breath as he tilts his head the other way, observing the rest of the classroom. there are some obnoxious girls in the corner passing the time with playing some kind of hand game, and a few other actors that have relented to actually poking around inside of the desks for books or notebooks to ponder over. by the time he twists around again, fuuta's out of sight: which means he's straightening up himself, easing past the desks towards the back row.
it's easy enough, for someone like him, to disappear out of sight: he's used to skulking around in back alleys and private shadows.
fuuta's hand connects with him before he sees him; he nearly jerks his own aside, until he feels the familiar twist of fuuta's fingers between his, and settles. annoying to have to admit that he's gotten so used to having him around that he can tell the difference, when it's that hand pushing through his hair, those fingertips running over the mottled lines of broken skin: that he can tell because he enjoys it more than he should. )
You looking for somewhere in particular? ( quiet and bemused, as he falls into step beside him, heading away from where more of the staff is gathered towards the unused rooms, not quite mulling around with people yet given that they're not yet necessary. ) Kinda feel like I'm living in one of your fantasies right now.
( his head tilts, teasing, brows lifting as though he's just thought of it. )
You want me to kabe-don you, too? Put my confession in your shoe locker? ( he can't help but tease him, just a little bit. ) No, guess it makes more sense if you confess to your senpai, or whatever. Get all blushy and stammery about it like you do.
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it's boring, but not a total waste of time: because it's honestly a little fascinating to be there to begin with, decked out in a set that looks precisely like how he imagined school back home would be.
because it would have been like this, right? his gaze goes up towards the placards with the school rules, printed and framed primly above the sliding windows--it drops down to the desks, to the cubbies in the back of the room, to the larger glass windows that show some impossible scene of cherry blossoms and bright blue skies, something that he's sure they're fabricating from a screen or paintings or both. most of elementary school, and the beginnings of middle school, are a blur to him, framed only in painful memories of training, loneliness, incompetence, rage: it's a different thing entirely to see something like this, where the extras are all meant to be laughing and teasing and having a good time.
it doesn't feel quite right: like maybe he's not supposed to be here at all. but he's not about to leave fuuta here, especially not with the way he feels--begrudgingly, he has to admit that he can shrug off a lot, but leaving fuuta, knowingly, in the middle of a porn set would be a bit much for him.
one of his hands lifts, toying with the loose tie around his unbuttoned collar; while fuuta looks the part of a perfect student, he's been done up himself to be something of the class delinquent: his shirt untucked, his collar and tie loose, his jacket slightly oversized. the little nudge makes him glance down at him, breathing out a silent chuckle, before he offers a playful eyeroll. )
Yeah? ( his voice is low, bemused, while his gaze focuses out across the classroom, as though gauging who else might be noticing them. ) You want to get fucked over a desk in some other part of the set, huh? Naughty little rabbit.
( a brow lifts, almost in challenge, as he glances back down at fuuta. ) Go out along the back wall, the door's already open there. I'll meet you in two.
( he can always use the excuse of taking a smoke break, if anyone stops him. )
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Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing. Using this chance to feel like they're actually skipping class. It might even be kind of fun -- a little throwback to back when his life had still been normal and digestible, something harmless that'd double as an interesting novelty for Dabi. And while his cheeks do pink a shade at the insinuation that he's just fishing for something lascivious, he doesn't bother protesting it, either.
Well, other than sticking his tongue out for a moment. ]
You gotta set the mood a bit before saying something like that, Touya-senpai.
[ Actually, using that honorific for him is more embarrassing than any talk of fucking. Fuuta gives a little huff to try and distract from the fluttery feeling in his chest before giving Dabi another nudge to the side in assent. ]
Don't take too long, okay.
[ As expected, Fuuta's attempts at being sneaky are adequate at best. He looks around a little too much as he slips away from the desk and slinks his way towards the back door, and the way he pauses at random desks while meandering towards the exit looks way too deliberate to play off as someone just looking to kill time. But the main staff are thankfully busy tending to the main actors, and the other actors milling about simply don't give a shit. Fuuta gets to slip from the room without any intervention, skittering around a corner and out of sight from Dabi's vantage point.
It's only once he also makes his way out of the classroom that Fuuta peeks out from the dark little corner he'd hunkered down in to avoid the eyes of the wandering staff, hurriedly jogging forth to grab at Dabi's hand. He'd hate to acknowledge it, but he looks a little excited. ]
There you are. C'mon, let's look around, see how detailed they bothered making this set -- there's less staff that way.
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instead, begrudgingly, he watches fuuta make his awkward escape--a part of him has to laugh, a wheezing, quiet hum under his breath as he tilts his head the other way, observing the rest of the classroom. there are some obnoxious girls in the corner passing the time with playing some kind of hand game, and a few other actors that have relented to actually poking around inside of the desks for books or notebooks to ponder over. by the time he twists around again, fuuta's out of sight: which means he's straightening up himself, easing past the desks towards the back row.
it's easy enough, for someone like him, to disappear out of sight: he's used to skulking around in back alleys and private shadows.
fuuta's hand connects with him before he sees him; he nearly jerks his own aside, until he feels the familiar twist of fuuta's fingers between his, and settles. annoying to have to admit that he's gotten so used to having him around that he can tell the difference, when it's that hand pushing through his hair, those fingertips running over the mottled lines of broken skin: that he can tell because he enjoys it more than he should. )
You looking for somewhere in particular? ( quiet and bemused, as he falls into step beside him, heading away from where more of the staff is gathered towards the unused rooms, not quite mulling around with people yet given that they're not yet necessary. ) Kinda feel like I'm living in one of your fantasies right now.
( his head tilts, teasing, brows lifting as though he's just thought of it. )
You want me to kabe-don you, too? Put my confession in your shoe locker? ( he can't help but tease him, just a little bit. ) No, guess it makes more sense if you confess to your senpai, or whatever. Get all blushy and stammery about it like you do.