【 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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[ One by one, his own gloves are peeled off his hands. The air from the trailer is cool against bare skin. But before Minato can return them to his sides, there are hands against his own, fingers interlocking with fingers, palms lying against palms. Minato blinks, dazed by the sudden sensation of skin against skin, the first true instance of mutual contact between them.
Carefully, his own fingers curl over the backs of Akira's hands. They're an anchor as Akira leans in, a tether to stop himself from being swept away by the terrifying warmth blooming within his chest.
"Look at me?" Akira asks, and isn't that the least that he deserved?
Slowly, Minato's gaze lifts from the ground. He swallows as he rests it on Akira, at first on the other's lips, then the expanse of skin just above his cheekbones. It hovers there for a moment as he blinks, slate-blue finally meeting the other wild card's dark irises.
[ah. hell. did Akira accidentally play himself? because they moment they lock eyes, the entire world around him seems to come screeching to a halt, seconds hanging frozen in the air as he stares right back. he doesn't breathe. actually. . . has he forgotten how to breathe? has his heart forgotten how to beat? and yet. . .]
[all he can do is smile and nod, his grip on Minato's hands tightening for just a fraction of a second]
. . . yeah. Like this.
[this is dangerous]
[but then again, since when has Akira ever shied away from danger? when has he ever done anything but listen to whimsical beckoning of his heart, no matter where it may lead him?]
[that's all Minato gets before Akira dips forward to steal away another kiss. just as slow, just as languid, just as respectful as his earlier one. even if every single action surrounding this kiss has been anything but. . . respectful]
[ Even with the intense heat he spots in Akira's eyes, the smile is reassurance, sending more warmth throughout Minato. It radiates from his chest, cascading down his limbs and into the tips of his fingers and toes. There is nothing to fear in this particular warmth. It soothes, washing over his anxieties like a cool balm.
And just like before, Minato is ready to meet Akira partway, hungry for that blend of coffee and spice that's quickly becoming addictive. His eyes drift shut as he sinks into the feel of Akira's soft lips against his own, his grip on Akira's hands growing firmer. He settles more comfortably against the wall as well, sensing that this both of them are on the same page in taking their time, indulging while they can, entirely unhurried.
...it's nothing like their initial encounter. There's no fever pitch in the passion coursing through him, only the earnest desire to open himself to someone he's come to trust, to cherish in such a short period of time. But then again, that's not something so unusual for him, not so unusual for a person who understood the limitations of time, how the opportunities to connect would someday come to a close.
So for now, he'll indulge, pulling Akira in even closer by their joined hands. ]
[Akira has no understanding of the limitations of mortality. but then again. . . he doesn't really need it to chase after that which he wants, does he? not when his heart is so free and open, willing to allow any swell of emotion fill its cavities. even so. . . he still finds himself thinking back to that very first smile Minato had given him, soft and genuine, but oh-so fleeting, like the beat of a butterfly's wings. he doesn't know why he keeps coming back to it]
[but. . . he does know it just encourages him to pursue this even more. to cherish every single moment, past and present]
[Akira may not be in a rush, but that doesn't mean he isn't eager. he leans into the kiss, subconsciously pressing Minato even further against the wall, a low growl of approval rumbling in the back of his throat. one hand remains linked with his companion's-- to savor that precious, intimate contact-- while the other draws away to sneak underneath Minato's skirt again. palm flat against his outer thighs, dragging sparks up across newly exposed skin until he reaches more fabric at the other Wild Card's waist]
[what kind of underwear does a fake maid wear while running away from the paparazzi!!]
[ Minato's content to oblige as Akira presses him further against the wall. A smile curves gently on his lips at the sound of the low growl, audible proof of how deeply Akira intends to indulge. His own quiet moan weaves itself with the noise; like this, there's nowhere else for Minato to look or to feel, only drinking in the entire presence of his companion.
It's not the palm flat against his thigh that has him shuddering and turning an even deeper shade of rose. Rather, it's the fact that the hand's made it all the way up to his waist, fingers brushing against soft fabric adorned with the same lace and ribbon as his garter. Each hip is complete with a small, red bow, stark against the white of the lingerie.
It seems the resort took some form of mercy on this poor fake maid, ensuring his underwear wasn't too uncomfortable...
While Minato can't see what Akira's up to beneath the skirt, the hand against his skin is searing, leaving plenty left to see in his own mind's eye. After all, he hadn't been dressed blindfolded and knows exactly what lies beneath the layers.
And though there's a part of him that's bashful about Akira being so close to someplace making his desire stark, he's reassured by the fact that... there's no need to be shy when Akira must already know. ]
[gggggods, every piece of this feels a bit like unwrapping a present, each layer sending a shuddering exhale throughout the entirety of Akira's body. fingers curl into the ribboned fabric at Minato's waist, ready to tug. . . though he resists temptation and doesn't. not quite yet]
[instead, he breaks the kiss, sucking in a sharp breath as he does so. forehead pressed against Minato's, eyes still fluttered shut, their noses just barely brushing. . . he speaks, words trembling, low and hoarse as though filtered through smoke]
Do you want all of it off--?
[he has to ask, because Minato is still clad in most of his dress. and Akira knows the moment he strips his companion of this final piece of fabric, the rest of the outfit is getting completely forgotten]
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Carefully, his own fingers curl over the backs of Akira's hands. They're an anchor as Akira leans in, a tether to stop himself from being swept away by the terrifying warmth blooming within his chest.
"Look at me?" Akira asks, and isn't that the least that he deserved?
Slowly, Minato's gaze lifts from the ground. He swallows as he rests it on Akira, at first on the other's lips, then the expanse of skin just above his cheekbones. It hovers there for a moment as he blinks, slate-blue finally meeting the other wild card's dark irises.
He speaks again, soft: ]
...like this, right?
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[ah. hell. did Akira accidentally play himself? because they moment they lock eyes, the entire world around him seems to come screeching to a halt, seconds hanging frozen in the air as he stares right back. he doesn't breathe. actually. . . has he forgotten how to breathe? has his heart forgotten how to beat? and yet. . .]
[all he can do is smile and nod, his grip on Minato's hands tightening for just a fraction of a second]
. . . yeah. Like this.
[this is dangerous]
[but then again, since when has Akira ever shied away from danger? when has he ever done anything but listen to whimsical beckoning of his heart, no matter where it may lead him?]
[that's all Minato gets before Akira dips forward to steal away another kiss. just as slow, just as languid, just as respectful as his earlier one. even if every single action surrounding this kiss has been anything but. . . respectful]
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And just like before, Minato is ready to meet Akira partway, hungry for that blend of coffee and spice that's quickly becoming addictive. His eyes drift shut as he sinks into the feel of Akira's soft lips against his own, his grip on Akira's hands growing firmer. He settles more comfortably against the wall as well, sensing that this both of them are on the same page in taking their time, indulging while they can, entirely unhurried.
...it's nothing like their initial encounter. There's no fever pitch in the passion coursing through him, only the earnest desire to open himself to someone he's come to trust, to cherish in such a short period of time. But then again, that's not something so unusual for him, not so unusual for a person who understood the limitations of time, how the opportunities to connect would someday come to a close.
So for now, he'll indulge, pulling Akira in even closer by their joined hands. ]
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[but. . . he does know it just encourages him to pursue this even more. to cherish every single moment, past and present]
[Akira may not be in a rush, but that doesn't mean he isn't eager. he leans into the kiss, subconsciously pressing Minato even further against the wall, a low growl of approval rumbling in the back of his throat. one hand remains linked with his companion's-- to savor that precious, intimate contact-- while the other draws away to sneak underneath Minato's skirt again. palm flat against his outer thighs, dragging sparks up across newly exposed skin until he reaches more fabric at the other Wild Card's waist]
[what kind of underwear does a fake maid wear while running away from the paparazzi!!]
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It's not the palm flat against his thigh that has him shuddering and turning an even deeper shade of rose. Rather, it's the fact that the hand's made it all the way up to his waist, fingers brushing against soft fabric adorned with the same lace and ribbon as his garter. Each hip is complete with a small, red bow, stark against the white of the lingerie.
It seems the resort took some form of mercy on this poor fake maid, ensuring his underwear wasn't too uncomfortable...
While Minato can't see what Akira's up to beneath the skirt, the hand against his skin is searing, leaving plenty left to see in his own mind's eye. After all, he hadn't been dressed blindfolded and knows exactly what lies beneath the layers.
And though there's a part of him that's bashful about Akira being so close to someplace making his desire stark, he's reassured by the fact that... there's no need to be shy when Akira must already know. ]
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[instead, he breaks the kiss, sucking in a sharp breath as he does so. forehead pressed against Minato's, eyes still fluttered shut, their noses just barely brushing. . . he speaks, words trembling, low and hoarse as though filtered through smoke]
Do you want all of it off--?
[he has to ask, because Minato is still clad in most of his dress. and Akira knows the moment he strips his companion of this final piece of fabric, the rest of the outfit is getting completely forgotten]