【 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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[WHAT THE HELL DID THEY DO TO HIS FACE INDEED. . . the mustache is far too big for his nose, and it's not even the same color as his hair. it's making a great argument for why he should not grow facial hair when he gets older!! sorry Sojiro!!]
[once Akira is finished writing the equation on the board, he places the chalk down, turns around and dusts off his palms]
[and then proceeds to give Yu a double thumbs up]
If you're that nervous about it, I could be bribed.
[A HEAVY PAUSE. . .]
With gourmet coffee.
[this is not the way the producers want Akira to be bribed]
[Yu takes it as a challenge, now: how long can he keep a straight face with that absurd fake facial hair staring at him? How long can he keep this up? Especially with that timing and that particular swerve. He can practically hear the director slap a hand to their face.
They both seem to be all in on stupid, unfortunately.]
Looks like Sensei has expensive taste, [he says, casually, still sitting on the desk.] I wonder where I could find something like that around here...?
[Okay so the real question is: will either of them break from the bit before the director straight up quits? Stay tuned and find out!!]
[Akira can also hear the director groan, and it takes all of his willpower not to break out into an amused, mischievous grin. not a fan of his acting, sir?? then why did you cast him in this role!!]
Sensei has more than just expensive tastes in coffee. He also likes--
[a dramatic pause. Akira hooks his fingers around his tie, purposefully digging between the creased edges, loosening the garment from his neck]
[the production crew gasps. they all lean forward, absolutely captivated by what he is going to say next]
[Who better to dramatically overact than two protagonists with a penchant for the absurd. Akira slowly loosens his tie, and Yu clutches his hands to his bosom (what a phrase), clasping them like a maiden, eyes wide as if he's hanging on Akira's every word, utterly captivated. It's the stupidest thing.
Well. Until the entire production crew nearly riots about the pastries.
Unflinchingly, Yu just sort of leans all the way into the pivot.] Eeeeehh?? [Getting his voice to go that high on the end takes some concentration... He clasps his hands in his lap, demurely.]
Sensei... I'm just a poor student... how will I ever afford your luxurious lifestyle? Maybe I'll have to...
[Wiggling closer to the end of the desk, legs swinging languidly. Dramatic pause as the entire production crew leans in again, certain they won't be taken in for a second time--
Then, in the most deadpan turn of voice Yu can possibly manage:] get a job.
[The crew won't be able to fully edit out several off-screen "OH, COME ON!!"s. The fluttering of a script, thrown in frustration, is caught just in the corner of the shot.]
[Yu leans in, and Akira does as well, purposefully draping himself across the teacher's podium with back arched like a cat's. it's a bit of a sultry pose, especially with the way the stupid glasses slip down to the tip of his nose. he makes a mental note to compliment Yu's voice acting abilities later]
A job?
[he gives a small hum of approval, before pushing away from the podium and slowly sauntering his way towards Yu's desk]
I think I might have a few suggestions. You'd look good in uniform.
[the crew is captivated again as Akira leans into Yu's personal space, fingers lightly brushing against the braided pigtails of his wig]
A uniform like, say--
[A POLICE OFFICER? A MAID?? IT'S GOTTA BE A MAID, WHAT OTHER JOB COULD A STUDENT HAVE--]
-- a janitor's jumpsuit??
[someone from the crew yells PLEASE WE SHOULD FIRE THEM at the top of their lungs]
[The reaction from the crew is what keeps Yu going in this stupid farce, to be honest, and it's almost like a game now. What'll happen first? Will they be fired and escorted off-set? Will the crew riot and leave? Will they just keep watching, hopeless and helpless beneath the sheer gravitas of Yu and Akira's ability to bullshit stupid lines? It's anyone's guess who will break first, but Yu is very interested to see how it's going to go.
But he has to focus on the scene, for now, because it takes a great deal of concentration to keep from breaking character.]
Hmm~ [Yeah, tilde and all. Yu milks the sound for all it's worth, leaning close enough to play with the end of Akira's tie. Now that they're in each other's space, the crew has a renewed investment in this whole setup. They're touching! That's definitely got to be going somewhere!]
I'd do anything for you, Sensei. Even...even if it means... [It feels almost cruel to lead them on like this. That doesn't mean he's going to stop.] ...scrubbing toilets.
[FOR FUCK'S SAKE rings out, loud enough for the whole set to hear.]
[honestly, the longer this goes on, the more likely it is that Akira will be the one to break first. the exasperated FOR FUCK'S SAKE almost does it, and Yu has a front row seat to see how he ducks his head and hunches his shoulders to swallow a very hearty laugh]
[if this cut somehow makes it to video, he sure hopes someone out there has a good laugh at their expenses]
I-- [okay. deep breath. steeling himself to continue the bit, gaze lifting again, even as his eyes dance with the spark of mischief] -- can appreciate that level of. . . dedication, in a student.
[one hand comes to rest against he collar of Yu's uniform, fingers sneaking underneath the fabric to touch the skin at Yu's neck. just barely! just teasingly!!! the crew side-eye them both, as if waiting to be taken for a ride yet again]
If anything is what you mean, than can you. . . [DRAMATIC PAUSE] . . . clean the erasers for me tomorrow morning?
[Yu's hand creeps up along Akira's tie a bit, grasping it around the midway point. But he sees the struggle in the other Wild Card's expression, the way his mask slips a bit for just a moment. They're going to have to end this soon, before they both crack. He had been determined not to go see any of these stupid movies, but if they manage to make the crew walk out, Yu thinks he'll have to, just to see how much stupid nonsense made it into the final cut.
His hand on Akira's tie. The other boy's fingers on his collar. It's like a wrestling match of sexy tropes. It's so stupid.
He's having so much fun.
He leans closer, scooting toward the edge of the desk in a way that hikes up his skirt a little, just the littlest bit, just enough to show another sliver of skin.]
Oh, sensei, yes. [Is there a little bit of a porny tone in that yes? Of course.]
I'll do that and more. I'll even...
[The crew waits with bated breath. Yu yanks Akira closer by the tie, close enough to trade breaths. Close enough that he'll be able to see the moment Yu's expression goes flat, just before he deadpans:] ...clean the chalkboard.
[A cacophony of groans follows. Several people have walked offset. One adversary remains: the director.]
[hey now. hey. hey. . . hiking up one's skirt is cheating!! and the slight movement of fabric doesn't escape Akira's notice. for a moment his gaze dips downward, just in time to catch that small flash of thigh peeking out from underneath pleated fabric]
[. . . hey!!!]
[but before he can say or do anything else, Yu yanks him closer, startling a tiny noise from his lips. his glasses tilt crookedly against his nose as he meets Yu's gray irises with his own, which are suddenly a bit distant. a bit distracted??]
[but it's fine; he regains composure just in time for Yu's deadpan quip. and this time, he doesn't suppress his dry snort of amusement]
. . . nice skirt, Narukami.
[oops. that one is sincere. give him a moment to get back into character]
[Hey! The skirt hike was supposed to be a fake-out for the production crew! It's not his fault if Akira noticed it too!!
Unfortunately, this mishap hits both ways, because Akira is cute with those glasses off-kilter, that soft noise. Yu's quiet for just a moment too long, enamored by the whole thing -- but at least it gives Akira time to pull himself together a bit?
He manages to maintain character through the snort, but something a little more fond breaks through his expression at the compliment.]
Thanks. Nice tie, Kurusu.
[There's a spark of levity in his eyes as he says it, because this is honestly so stupid it's incredibly funny and fun. He doesn't let go just yet, though -- instead he tugs Akira closer just a bit to whisper:] Think the director will quit if we just start doing chores?
[The laugh nearly gets him; Yu has to bite down on his lower lip to keep from breaking character, to keep his face flat and his voice down. He can't even respond verbally, at first -- as soon as he opens his mouth, it's going to turn into a similar laugh, he just knows it. Instead, with a spark of mischief glinting in his eyes, he nods.
The director seems to be leaning in close to the camera, as if he can hear them through the lens, or maybe read their lips. Seems like he has absolutely no idea what's coming.]
Of course, sensei, [said loud enough for the director to hear, this time.] Anything for you.
[Now is when he finally slides off of the table, and of course this is the fanservice-y moment the director has been waiting for, hoping to catch a glimpse of something before Yu smooths his skirt down in the back. Little does he know that'll probably be the only moment, as he goes to get a cloth.]
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[once Akira is finished writing the equation on the board, he places the chalk down, turns around and dusts off his palms]
[and then proceeds to give Yu a double thumbs up]
If you're that nervous about it, I could be bribed.
[A HEAVY PAUSE. . .]
With gourmet coffee.
[this is not the way the producers want Akira to be bribed]
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They both seem to be all in on stupid, unfortunately.]
Looks like Sensei has expensive taste, [he says, casually, still sitting on the desk.] I wonder where I could find something like that around here...?
[Okay so the real question is: will either of them break from the bit before the director straight up quits? Stay tuned and find out!!]
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Sensei has more than just expensive tastes in coffee. He also likes--
[a dramatic pause. Akira hooks his fingers around his tie, purposefully digging between the creased edges, loosening the garment from his neck]
[the production crew gasps. they all lean forward, absolutely captivated by what he is going to say next]
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Pastries. Can you get me a blueberry muffin, too?
[MORE GROANS FROM THE PRODUCTION CREW]
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Well. Until the entire production crew nearly riots about the pastries.
Unflinchingly, Yu just sort of leans all the way into the pivot.] Eeeeehh?? [Getting his voice to go that high on the end takes some concentration... He clasps his hands in his lap, demurely.]
Sensei... I'm just a poor student... how will I ever afford your luxurious lifestyle? Maybe I'll have to...
[Wiggling closer to the end of the desk, legs swinging languidly. Dramatic pause as the entire production crew leans in again, certain they won't be taken in for a second time--
Then, in the most deadpan turn of voice Yu can possibly manage:] get a job.
[The crew won't be able to fully edit out several off-screen "OH, COME ON!!"s. The fluttering of a script, thrown in frustration, is caught just in the corner of the shot.]
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A job?
[he gives a small hum of approval, before pushing away from the podium and slowly sauntering his way towards Yu's desk]
I think I might have a few suggestions. You'd look good in uniform.
[the crew is captivated again as Akira leans into Yu's personal space, fingers lightly brushing against the braided pigtails of his wig]
A uniform like, say--
[A POLICE OFFICER? A MAID?? IT'S GOTTA BE A MAID, WHAT OTHER JOB COULD A STUDENT HAVE--]
-- a janitor's jumpsuit??
[someone from the crew yells PLEASE WE SHOULD FIRE THEM at the top of their lungs]
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But he has to focus on the scene, for now, because it takes a great deal of concentration to keep from breaking character.]
Hmm~ [Yeah, tilde and all. Yu milks the sound for all it's worth, leaning close enough to play with the end of Akira's tie. Now that they're in each other's space, the crew has a renewed investment in this whole setup. They're touching! That's definitely got to be going somewhere!]
I'd do anything for you, Sensei. Even...even if it means... [It feels almost cruel to lead them on like this. That doesn't mean he's going to stop.] ...scrubbing toilets.
[FOR FUCK'S SAKE rings out, loud enough for the whole set to hear.]
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[if this cut somehow makes it to video, he sure hopes someone out there has a good laugh at their expenses]
I-- [okay. deep breath. steeling himself to continue the bit, gaze lifting again, even as his eyes dance with the spark of mischief] -- can appreciate that level of. . . dedication, in a student.
[one hand comes to rest against he collar of Yu's uniform, fingers sneaking underneath the fabric to touch the skin at Yu's neck. just barely! just teasingly!!! the crew side-eye them both, as if waiting to be taken for a ride yet again]
If anything is what you mean, than can you. . . [DRAMATIC PAUSE] . . . clean the erasers for me tomorrow morning?
[ANYWAY THE CREW IS STARTING TO LEAVE]
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His hand on Akira's tie. The other boy's fingers on his collar. It's like a wrestling match of sexy tropes. It's so stupid.
He's having so much fun.
He leans closer, scooting toward the edge of the desk in a way that hikes up his skirt a little, just the littlest bit, just enough to show another sliver of skin.]
Oh, sensei, yes. [Is there a little bit of a porny tone in that yes? Of course.]
I'll do that and more. I'll even...
[The crew waits with bated breath. Yu yanks Akira closer by the tie, close enough to trade breaths. Close enough that he'll be able to see the moment Yu's expression goes flat, just before he deadpans:] ...clean the chalkboard.
[A cacophony of groans follows. Several people have walked offset. One adversary remains: the director.]
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[. . . hey!!!]
[but before he can say or do anything else, Yu yanks him closer, startling a tiny noise from his lips. his glasses tilt crookedly against his nose as he meets Yu's gray irises with his own, which are suddenly a bit distant. a bit distracted??]
[but it's fine; he regains composure just in time for Yu's deadpan quip. and this time, he doesn't suppress his dry snort of amusement]
. . . nice skirt, Narukami.
[oops. that one is sincere. give him a moment to get back into character]
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Unfortunately, this mishap hits both ways, because Akira is cute with those glasses off-kilter, that soft noise. Yu's quiet for just a moment too long, enamored by the whole thing -- but at least it gives Akira time to pull himself together a bit?
He manages to maintain character through the snort, but something a little more fond breaks through his expression at the compliment.]
Thanks. Nice tie, Kurusu.
[There's a spark of levity in his eyes as he says it, because this is honestly so stupid it's incredibly funny and fun. He doesn't let go just yet, though -- instead he tugs Akira closer just a bit to whisper:] Think the director will quit if we just start doing chores?
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If he doesn't, I'll be impressed.
[he eventually mutters in reply, something impish lacing every word]
I'll go find a broom if you can find a dusting cloth.
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The director seems to be leaning in close to the camera, as if he can hear them through the lens, or maybe read their lips. Seems like he has absolutely no idea what's coming.]
Of course, sensei, [said loud enough for the director to hear, this time.] Anything for you.
[Now is when he finally slides off of the table, and of course this is the fanservice-y moment the director has been waiting for, hoping to catch a glimpse of something before Yu smooths his skirt down in the back. Little does he know that'll probably be the only moment, as he goes to get a cloth.]