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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. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[Perhaps because of that bitching, Bakugo doesn't rip the other side of Hiyori's skirt. A snorting sound meant to be a laugh but comes out differently answers as he moves his other leg away from its intended target. Let him hold the skirt shut if he wants to. It'll be pushed up to let people see anyways; that's the point of a porno. Not some softcore implied shit.]
As if you're gonna get a choice for divorce! [His village gave him up as sacrifice! No one is coming to save him from his life beneath the dragon lord! Best to try his damnest at pleasing his new mate and avoid a fiery end. Hiyori spreads his legs more and Bakugo sweeps his tail around and in from the side, batting at the idol's tail with a mixture of teasing and threatening. On his back? That works with him. Might even "help" via shoving his tail under his bride's back and give him something to lean on while working his hips upward. Good thing about that stupid glow is it messes with Bakugo's lenses inside the dragon's head, so he isn't able to see a clear shot of his partner. Not that he doesn't know what Hiyori looks like, thanks to the locker room crap.
Excuse you! He had two full days' training on how to operate his dragon body! He'll do great! Look how he's moving the dragon's head to run his tongue over the idol's thighs! Doesn't even whack him on the shoulder with a jaw spike. Brat. As soon as Hiyori's legs spread, he traces his tongue along his limbs again, deliberately slathering it with far too much saliva/lube. He's a dragon. What kinda dainty tongue-tip licks does the guy expect?]
Keep that up and I'll shove it down your throat. [Bakugo chuckles in amusement as his head's grabbed and pushed/pulled in attempt to wrestle him away. He permits it. Somewhat. Enough to rest his head to the side of his body rather than between his legs. Hiyori's wet enough now to handle it on his own for the time being. Bakugo moves the head away to face towards his abode, now putting his focus on the hips and dick -- finally the sex machine gets to work out.]
You pushed my head away. Thought you wanted to do it yourself. [Taunting him with the very idea of tonguing him open, an option the idol obviously rejected. Don't whine about your own choices. His tail slides under again, nudging between Hiyori's legs.]
[Maybe he'll start a revolution or an equal rights movement. Maybe he and the other captive brides will unionize! But if all else fails, well:]
Then I'll fry you to a crisp with my sun powers!
[It's either divorce or death! ... though if he's so powerful, it does raise the question of why he hasn't aggressed against the Dragon Lord so far, beyond uselessly beating his fists against its scales. It's almost like he wants to be taken.
If so, not by the dragon's tongue. Feeling that long thick tongue drag all over his thighs makes him recoil. It looks weird, it feels weird, and he doesn't like it! The whole thing is creepy enough to send shivers up his spine! ... and definitely not for any other reason. He's shivering from creepiness, that's all. Anyway, he'll thank the Dragon Lord to keep that tongue inside his mouth. Try to shove it down his throat?]
I'll bite it off!
[So there!
But now comes the part he can't delay, the thing he needs to do if he wants to stop himself from getting injured. Bakugo's seen him naked, but has he ever seen him like this? Gathering lube onto his finger, Hiyori sinks the digit into himself, his cheeks rosy and his eyes narrowed in concentration. It slides in easily down to the knuckle, a second finger soon pushing in along with it, lips parting as he widens the stretch.
He hasn't done this to himself much. Jun is usually the one taking care of it. But he's done it to himself a few times recently: getting his body ready for the toy he absconded with during the "Lust is Birds" event, and while practicing putting on a show. He and Jun invite other people to watch them sometimes, after all. Not regularly, but sometimes, starting with Leona. And thanks to hanging around House Finch, he knows there are opportunities for "solo performances" too, if he ever felt bold enough to take them.
That's sort of what this is right now, since he rejected the dragon's tongue: him putting on a show, for his imagined audience and for the cameras, still struggling to film despite the glow obscuring him. It flickers and flashes, and the "censorship" doesn't give them as clear a view as they'd like, but it's still pretty explicit: him with his legs spread and bent backwards, ass arched off the ground while he works his fingers inside himself.
Ah, but there's one person who's not watching. One person (or one monster, rather) whose head is turned towards his cave, rather than towards the gorgeous sight laid out underneath him. The positioning is awkward (it would be much better if he had a pillow for his lower back and a cushy bed to lie in!), and he feels embarrassed, too. But he also feels exhilarated, and he knows he's always beautiful. He's going so far for this dumb activity, pushing himself out of his comfort zone, and for what? Just so the hotheaded teen inside the dragon can ignore him? As a performer, how is he ever supposed to be satisfied with that? And no bride would want to be ignored by her husband on her wedding night!
The indignation makes him snap again, voice hot and breathy as his fingers move with a sticking sound.]
Don't you— mn... Don't you dare look away. While your bride is lying right here... what sort of heartless dragon are you? Don't tell me you are shy?
Assuming you aren't burned up before you can. [Growled as much as laughed. Apart from a surprising glow, what else has Hiyori done threatening? The Dragon Lord breathes fire! His wings easily fell trees! His strength is beyond beasts! ... And he could easily bump a naughty bride into the lava around his chamber before going on his way to get a new one.]
As if you could. [Thick as his tongue is, Hiyori would better attempt a bite through leather. But he's not gonna get into that argument with him. Not when the taste of his thighs and sweat-slick skin is lingering in his mouth. Or imagined at least. Of course Bakugo's not seen him like this! He yanked the shower curtain shut and waited across the walkway!
Don't you dare look away! Oh, so he's suddenly not okay with having the dragon's attention elsewhere? Guess this isn't like that, and Bakugo swings his head back around, yellow eyes watching with rapt attention as Hiyori begins his work. Sliding his finger in, barely visible through the glow. Perhaps the cameras might end up with a soft-core anyways...
Permitting him to push his head away meant Hiyori had better make up for the lack of interaction on his own. Give the dragon a show to watch, burning gaze lingering beside him with a rumbling drawn-out breathing echoing in his throat. A bride who doesn't want to be ignored wouldn't have shoved her mate away when he was attempting help, hm?]
You're the one who wanted me to look away, idiot. Are you shy?
[What could he do to threaten a dragon? Realistically, nothing. Unlocking his Aura looks impressive, and he can use it to keep warm or share the warmth with others. He can even heal scrapes and cuts while it's still active! But he can't fight anyone, nor can he defend himself: something he's forced to remember every time he's threatened by one of the monsters or magic users. Must be lovely to be Baku-kun, who can singlehandedly vanquish any threat using his own sweat.
But Hiyori doesn't like things like fights and brute strength. He never grew up wanting to be an action hero. Didn't grow up wanting to be a bride, either, but he knows why they shoved him into this type of role instead of that one. It's partly because of his charm and the feistiness he brings on-camera, but mostly because of his beauty. He looked good in that lingerie, and he looks good now, even with it half-ripped off. He wouldn't trade his slender figure for a stronger and mightier one, even if he's weak by the standards of the resort. By his own standards, he's perfect as he is, and those are the only standards that matter.
So how dare Baku-kun—or rather, the Dragon Lord!—not look at him?
How dare he miss how beautiful he looks with his fingers working inside himself and his face contorted in pleasure? His bare unblemished skin glittering like diamonds thanks to his Aura, and his gaze resolute despite all the embarrassment he's suffered? He's offended on behalf of his character, really: the poor bride was married off to some brute, who's done nothing but taunt him and toss him around. Still he's making the most of a dreary situation, even putting on a show for his ungrateful spouse. And this is the thanks he gets?
But it's not just about his character. Hiyori's miffed for his own reasons. Yes, he's being filmed, something that still makes his heart race. The camera crew is watching his glittery self with awe. And yes, it's more than a little embarrassing to finger himself in front of someone he knows. But that's exactly why he deserves some appreciation! He doesn't sleep around much here—Bakugo knows this! Most people at the resort haven't ever seen this side of him before! He's putting on a special show! And when someone is putting on a show, what exactly do you do?
You watch. You watch their every movement and listen for their every sound. With respect, fascination and gratitude. And in this case, hopefully with lust! That's the response he's looking for here, and he's determined to get it.]
You dragons must be hard of hearing, because that's not what I said at all.
[He pauses, sucks in a breath. His fingers find that one spot inside himself. The goal is just to get stretched out, but he can't help but rub there anyway—knowing how his body will react and knowing it'll add to the show. Through the glow, his cock strains red and hard against his stomach; he's impossibly worked-up. Though instead of reaching for it, his free hand drifts over his chest instead, fondling there through the negligee.]
I just didn't want you to drool all over me! But I never said you could go look over there instead! That's an insult to me, my good looks, and the concept of marriage itself!
[He breathes in again, chest moving up and down. The muscles in his legs tighten as he lines a third finger up. He'll only be able to get down to the second knuckle, he knows from experience. But after seeing that thing, he needs all the help he can get. His eyes lock with his scene partner's, his face flushed and his voice breathy as he commands:]
[If he doesn't want him to not look at him, why the hell did he push his head away earlier? What a capricious brat. Tongue out, laving over his thighs, offering a dip a hand into his mouth, full attention on Hiyori. And all met with a hand shoving at his head to make him go away. Could've kept right at it, laving his tongue on his skin, ignoring his grossed out "eewww" squeal. But no, he took his leave for his bride's comfort. And now he's getting bitched at for not looking? Mattaku. How tempting to dump such an annoying creature into the flames.
Sucks there's a pleasant view in front of him right now. Hiyori's body arching and twisting as he moves his fingers inside himself, annoyingly hidden behind the light, yet somehow making his actions all the more lewd for it. Bakugo regards him with a low growl of interest rumbling in his chest, legs shifting on either side of the idol to keep him caged in, but giving enough view for the cameras to claim what they could.
Granted, it's hard to see whether there's lust showing on an animatronic's head, despite how well-crafted it is. The CGI later will add in the lust burning in those yellow orbs, a lewd curve upward at the corner of his jaws, the drip of fluid off the head of his draconic members. At least he's able to open the dragon's maw and drop his tongue out once more. Not taking "no" for an answer this time as he snakes the slick muscle out along the side of Hiyori's leg. As if going along with those hands wandering across the idols's chest. Back to "drooling" on him. Apparently that's the price for watching. His lord wants an interactive show.]
I'll do as I wish. [Despite his defiant words, there's heat in his tone and interest burning within. Gears shift and the dragon's haunches move just so, nudging the head of his member against Hiyori's hand and easing it up to rub at the top of his ass, right along his cleft. No one said he couldn't hump the guy while he worked his glittery peach open.]
[It seems that Bakugo, or rather the Dragon Lord, is having trouble understanding his new bride! Which might be expected, given how finnicky his bride can be. But it's actually quite simple if you think about it in kinklist terms.
In summary: he likes being watched. The Dragon Lord watching him was not the problem. The Dragon Lord drooling all over him, on the other hand, wasn't welcome (even though his hole very much needed lubing) since that just felt icky! He'll gladly be watched, and he might even be willing to accept the spiny dildo into his heart after all (or his hole, rather), despite his negative reaction earlier. But he'll thank his husband not to keep drenching him in spit, since that just feels sticky and gross!
Alas, "more spit" is exactly what's on the agenda. He stretches himself wide with his fingers and teases his own chest through the negligee, working himself up more while also trying to put on a good show for the cameras. For the cameras, and for his scene partner. It's absurd, since he very much is not into dragons and the whole scenario is absurd, but that low growl does kind of get his blood pumping. It's the reaction he was hoping to induce, after all: that of uncontrollable raging lust. He wants to be wanted. Always that's what he wants, as an idol, a human being... an amateur performer in this lame parody porn. As the Dragon Lord's red-hot gaze focuses solely on him, his heart throbs, and his body sings with triumph.
For a few seconds, before the dragon opens its mechanical jaw again. Next thing Hiyori knows, there's a big prop tongue dragging along his legs and slathering them with lube.]
H-Hey—
[He grimaces and squirms, shuddering with disgust and with... well, with something else, too. For as much as the prop tongue feels weird, the wet muscle dragging along his heated flesh stirs a different sort of feeling, too. He'd never admit it, but it strokes his desire even hotter. His body craves contact, after all.
And then he feels another part of the dragon make contact with him elsewhere, and he gasps. He can't see, but he knows what that is: can feel its shape and ridges and the weird little spines around the tip. That's right, this is what he's preparing for, why he's got three fingers buried halfway inside himself. So he can take that huge thing. But even though it nudges at him, he's not ready yet!
Ah, but will he ever be...? He shivers, pushing back against it, feeling it slide through the mess of drool the dragon left behind.]
Mnngh...
[Honestly, the whole thing is so undignified. But if he looks flustered and not-quite-comfortable, well, all the better for the camera crew.]
[Is he seriously telling the Dragon Lord-- the DRAGON LORD --to look but not touch? The unmitigated audacity of his hubris! He'll claw, lick, and explore all he damn well wants! And Hiyori's getting that dragon dick in the hole one way or another. It's the depth he gets to control, not the penetration. That's happening. It's a porno after all.
Bakugo's eyes narrow as he watches the show put in front of him. Even if he can't see everything in as much lewd detail as he'd like, Hiyori's giving him plenty to enjoy. From his fingers kneading between his asscheeks to the obvious plunge in and out of his nigh-hidden hole, to the way his hand gropes at his chest and feels toned smooth lines all glistening with a mix of fabric and liquid. For someone not into dragons, he kind of "signed up" for this in the first place... Should've read the script and then bailed, Hiyori. At least he's not completely soaking him in saliva, deliberately staying between his thighs and laving his tongue across the inside of his upper legs, his taint, his groin. Enjoying the sensation as much as Hiyori's reactions.]
You're starting to like it now. [He curls the tip, dragging it along the sensitive swell of his perineum, then up the hang of his sac and base of his cock. Firm enough to feel like a very wet fingertip tracing over each tender area. Before using the flat part again as a warm sweep. Finally Hiyori nudges back enough to touch what really should be the focus of the flick. Bakugo avoids working the gears harder, keeping the dragon's hips in a slow rut back and forth in measured motions. When Hiyori pushes back, it nudges to his finger-stuffed hole, threatening to penetrate, but retreating before passing that threshold.]
[Hiyori did not sign up for this, thank you very much! He... oh, alright, let's go back to the beginning, shall we?
Hiyori was looking through the different costumes, eager to blow off some steam and forget about his troubles through the usual method of playing dress-up. While doing this, he came across a pretty lingerie set: white, lacy and bridal-themed. In his heart of hearts, he felt a strong desire to wear it. Surreptitiously he glanced at the price tag, before determining, nope—not something he can afford. Unlike at home, he doesn't have access to unlimited money here!
But a staff member noticed him looking. They sidled up to him and showered him with praise. He was so beautiful, and he'd look lovely wearing it. (True, and also true!) They then revealed that there was actually a competition going on—they were looking to find the most beautiful brides in all of the Golden Peacock. If, after modeling the lingerie, he made the final cut, they'd give him a huge gift card to the store. Won't he consider joining the contest?
And so he did, rather foolishly. What they didn't mention was that those who made the final cut would be cast as the Dragon Lord's bride in Lord of the Wings! Once he made it, that was that—he was hauled off to the set of the film and barely had time to look over the script before being thrust in front of the cameras. So not ethical. If this happened back in his home world, he'd sue! But since it's happening here...
All he can do here is prepare as best he can.
He held onto some hope once it started. He managed to participate in the other film without doing anything too lewd. Alas, not the case this time. In truth, this was the only way to get him to go on-camera and film a porno; he had to be tricked because he still hasn't let go of his sense of propriety even after a year-plus in the resort. Not completely, anyway. Still: isn't there a part of him, however secret, that yearned for this? To be a gorgeous, sexy spectacle, looked at and admired by all. Not so much for dragon dick. That's not what he yearned for, although...
As it rubs against him now, his skin prickles with added heat, and his heart races. The dragon's tongue, too: when it's just the tip dragging over his skin, it feels more like normal sex. Less slobbery and weird, and more pleasurable. These are places he's never been licked before, and he shudders and shivers beneath those ministrations. His head's gone all numb, and he can't even deny it as the Dragon Lord says it looks like he's starting to like it. He isn't, isn't he? His body is.
But then the spiny tip of that huge toy positions itself near his hole, even though there's no room, and he jolts, his body going stiff for a minute. No matter what, he can't let himself get hurt. And, actually, apart from that... he doesn't like what he's been reduced to: just writhing around and taking it. He's the star here. He wants to give a good show! Not for the Dragon Lord's sake, not for the camera crew's, and not for Bakugo's, but for himself and any "fans" who might watch. Because he really loves performing, even when it's like this.]
Haah... you're the one who's got no patience.
[Already trying to push in there...]
You can't stand not being in me for one more second, can you?
[Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, glistening wet with lube. The crew adjusts their cameras as he arches his hips higher off the ground, his thighs spread wide—still a little awkward, but it should give enough room. Still he keeps a hand between his legs, covering his entrance for now, as he looks up at the Dragon Lord.]
Go on and tell me so. I'll let you have your way, but only after you tell me all about your hot burning passion for me. It's my wedding night, so I want to hear such things!
[Someone got duped. Sucks to be Hiyori. If he didn't bother fighting back against the set producers and actors, that's on him. Even the burly bodyguards can be felled with a swift shot to the crotch. Bakugo might have words to say to him later about standing up for himself and being stubborn about his refusal. But right now, not the case. Far too interested in nudging himself over Hiyori's body and slotting the turgid member of his draconic need between the idol's smooth thighs.
He's starting to like it. Why the hell should he stop now? Hiyori hasn't fled from beneath his touch or struggled out of his grasp. Tongue wandering across his legs, cock nuzzling along the idol's balls and inner thighs, his glowing yellow eyes watching with a burning intensity as he begins rutting his member perpendicular to his bride's stomach and dick. No one said he had to penetrate him. Make the camera lens sizzle with the sight of Hiyori fingering himself while the dragon frots against him above, catching wet fingers vanishing in and out between his cheeks while the hard dark member slides back and forth on his groin.]
Did you think I demanded a bride to stand and look pretty in my chambers? [Rumbling above the idol's body, Bakugo brings his head backwards and shifts towards Hiyori's shoulder instead. He traces the tip of his tongue between his shoulder and neck, laving his trap with saliva and warm touches.] I could claim you here and now like this. Mark you with my essence without ever being inside you. [A taunting, tantalizing compromise just now suggested. Until he ratchets the dragon's hips back and drops his member to nudge against the idol's hands.] But I think I'll take you as we both want. Now, open up, my bride. The only audience you should care about is demanding it.
[True, he could've fought back. He didn't have any of his self-defense weapons (where would he stick them? Down his underwear?), but he could've used the techniques Bakugo taught him. All those lessons about strikes and blocks and pressure points, yet he still got hauled onboard the porno set.
It didn't help that there were multiple crew members and only one of him. But the simplest answer for why he didn't put up more of a fight is this: some part of him wanted to go on-camera and show himself off in the lingerie. He knew he looked good in it, and his minor role in the other film hadn't satisfied his urge to perform. It had been so long since he'd gone on TV or done any sort of photoshoot. If they asked him to do something he didn't want to, well... he thought maybe he could talk his way out of it.
But here he is, two cameras positioned above him, pinned by the big bad Dragon Lord. In a last-ditch attempt to gain the upper hand, he asks the dragon to profess his burning need for him. Tell him he's cute, say he wants him desperately—you know, all that good stuff! It seems an excellent way to build up to the Big Moment, and a way to test Bakugo's acting skills. So far, he's been taking this role seriously, but does he have it in him to say something really passionate?
It seems the answer is "no" when instead of sweet nothings, he gets a hard and heavy dick rutting against him, those weird spiny things dragging through the slick mess on his stomach. He grits his teeth at that sensation, at the visual when he looks down, at the indignity of it all... and yet the prickly feeling underneath his skin isn't just disgust. His body goes stiff and rigid as the dragon's face draws near, the tonguetip dragging down his neck eliciting a full-body shiver. It's...
Working on him, a little bit. The licking, the shape of that toy rubbing against him, and those last words, breathed hot against his skin: they all combine to make his heart skip. "As we both want." He'd love to claim otherwise, but... after withdrawing his fingers from himself, his body aches. He yearns to be filled again. And his head goes all dizzy from want as he imagines getting what he craves right on-camera, so that however many people can watch and lust after him. Something he could never, ever get away with back home... (So yeah, he's ignoring that "only audience you should care about" bit.)
The head of that big, hard, funny-looking toy nudges against his knuckles. He can feel at least three sets of eyes on him. Hazily he decides that Bakugo-as-the-Dragon-Lord did technically fulfill his request, admitting that his character wants it, too.
Though he's still going to sulk anyway.]
..... so getting a divorce after this...
[He grumbles under his breath, turns his reddened face to the side, and then finally moves his hand out of the way.]
no subject
As if you're gonna get a choice for divorce! [His village gave him up as sacrifice! No one is coming to save him from his life beneath the dragon lord! Best to try his damnest at pleasing his new mate and avoid a fiery end. Hiyori spreads his legs more and Bakugo sweeps his tail around and in from the side, batting at the idol's tail with a mixture of teasing and threatening. On his back? That works with him. Might even "help" via shoving his tail under his bride's back and give him something to lean on while working his hips upward. Good thing about that stupid glow is it messes with Bakugo's lenses inside the dragon's head, so he isn't able to see a clear shot of his partner. Not that he doesn't know what Hiyori looks like, thanks to the locker room crap.
Excuse you! He had two full days' training on how to operate his dragon body! He'll do great! Look how he's moving the dragon's head to run his tongue over the idol's thighs! Doesn't even whack him on the shoulder with a jaw spike. Brat. As soon as Hiyori's legs spread, he traces his tongue along his limbs again, deliberately slathering it with far too much saliva/lube. He's a dragon. What kinda dainty tongue-tip licks does the guy expect?]
Keep that up and I'll shove it down your throat. [Bakugo chuckles in amusement as his head's grabbed and pushed/pulled in attempt to wrestle him away. He permits it. Somewhat. Enough to rest his head to the side of his body rather than between his legs. Hiyori's wet enough now to handle it on his own for the time being. Bakugo moves the head away to face towards his abode, now putting his focus on the hips and dick -- finally the sex machine gets to work out.]
You pushed my head away. Thought you wanted to do it yourself. [Taunting him with the very idea of tonguing him open, an option the idol obviously rejected. Don't whine about your own choices. His tail slides under again, nudging between Hiyori's legs.]
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Then I'll fry you to a crisp with my sun powers!
[It's either divorce or death! ... though if he's so powerful, it does raise the question of why he hasn't aggressed against the Dragon Lord so far, beyond uselessly beating his fists against its scales. It's almost like he wants to be taken.
If so, not by the dragon's tongue. Feeling that long thick tongue drag all over his thighs makes him recoil. It looks weird, it feels weird, and he doesn't like it! The whole thing is creepy enough to send shivers up his spine! ... and definitely not for any other reason. He's shivering from creepiness, that's all. Anyway, he'll thank the Dragon Lord to keep that tongue inside his mouth. Try to shove it down his throat?]
I'll bite it off!
[So there!
But now comes the part he can't delay, the thing he needs to do if he wants to stop himself from getting injured. Bakugo's seen him naked, but has he ever seen him like this? Gathering lube onto his finger, Hiyori sinks the digit into himself, his cheeks rosy and his eyes narrowed in concentration. It slides in easily down to the knuckle, a second finger soon pushing in along with it, lips parting as he widens the stretch.
He hasn't done this to himself much. Jun is usually the one taking care of it. But he's done it to himself a few times recently: getting his body ready for the toy he absconded with during the "Lust is Birds" event, and while practicing putting on a show. He and Jun invite other people to watch them sometimes, after all. Not regularly, but sometimes, starting with Leona. And thanks to hanging around House Finch, he knows there are opportunities for "solo performances" too, if he ever felt bold enough to take them.
That's sort of what this is right now, since he rejected the dragon's tongue: him putting on a show, for his imagined audience and for the cameras, still struggling to film despite the glow obscuring him. It flickers and flashes, and the "censorship" doesn't give them as clear a view as they'd like, but it's still pretty explicit: him with his legs spread and bent backwards, ass arched off the ground while he works his fingers inside himself.
Ah, but there's one person who's not watching. One person (or one monster, rather) whose head is turned towards his cave, rather than towards the gorgeous sight laid out underneath him. The positioning is awkward (it would be much better if he had a pillow for his lower back and a cushy bed to lie in!), and he feels embarrassed, too. But he also feels exhilarated, and he knows he's always beautiful. He's going so far for this dumb activity, pushing himself out of his comfort zone, and for what? Just so the hotheaded teen inside the dragon can ignore him? As a performer, how is he ever supposed to be satisfied with that? And no bride would want to be ignored by her husband on her wedding night!
The indignation makes him snap again, voice hot and breathy as his fingers move with a sticking sound.]
Don't you— mn... Don't you dare look away. While your bride is lying right here... what sort of heartless dragon are you? Don't tell me you are shy?
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As if you could. [Thick as his tongue is, Hiyori would better attempt a bite through leather. But he's not gonna get into that argument with him. Not when the taste of his thighs and sweat-slick skin is lingering in his mouth. Or imagined at least. Of course Bakugo's not seen him like this! He yanked the shower curtain shut and waited across the walkway!
Don't you dare look away! Oh, so he's suddenly not okay with having the dragon's attention elsewhere? Guess this isn't like that, and Bakugo swings his head back around, yellow eyes watching with rapt attention as Hiyori begins his work. Sliding his finger in, barely visible through the glow. Perhaps the cameras might end up with a soft-core anyways...
Permitting him to push his head away meant Hiyori had better make up for the lack of interaction on his own. Give the dragon a show to watch, burning gaze lingering beside him with a rumbling drawn-out breathing echoing in his throat. A bride who doesn't want to be ignored wouldn't have shoved her mate away when he was attempting help, hm?]
You're the one who wanted me to look away, idiot. Are you shy?
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But Hiyori doesn't like things like fights and brute strength. He never grew up wanting to be an action hero. Didn't grow up wanting to be a bride, either, but he knows why they shoved him into this type of role instead of that one. It's partly because of his charm and the feistiness he brings on-camera, but mostly because of his beauty. He looked good in that lingerie, and he looks good now, even with it half-ripped off. He wouldn't trade his slender figure for a stronger and mightier one, even if he's weak by the standards of the resort. By his own standards, he's perfect as he is, and those are the only standards that matter.
So how dare Baku-kun—or rather, the Dragon Lord!—not look at him?
How dare he miss how beautiful he looks with his fingers working inside himself and his face contorted in pleasure? His bare unblemished skin glittering like diamonds thanks to his Aura, and his gaze resolute despite all the embarrassment he's suffered? He's offended on behalf of his character, really: the poor bride was married off to some brute, who's done nothing but taunt him and toss him around. Still he's making the most of a dreary situation, even putting on a show for his ungrateful spouse. And this is the thanks he gets?
But it's not just about his character. Hiyori's miffed for his own reasons. Yes, he's being filmed, something that still makes his heart race. The camera crew is watching his glittery self with awe. And yes, it's more than a little embarrassing to finger himself in front of someone he knows. But that's exactly why he deserves some appreciation! He doesn't sleep around much here—Bakugo knows this! Most people at the resort haven't ever seen this side of him before! He's putting on a special show! And when someone is putting on a show, what exactly do you do?
You watch. You watch their every movement and listen for their every sound. With respect, fascination and gratitude. And in this case, hopefully with lust! That's the response he's looking for here, and he's determined to get it.]
You dragons must be hard of hearing, because that's not what I said at all.
[He pauses, sucks in a breath. His fingers find that one spot inside himself. The goal is just to get stretched out, but he can't help but rub there anyway—knowing how his body will react and knowing it'll add to the show. Through the glow, his cock strains red and hard against his stomach; he's impossibly worked-up. Though instead of reaching for it, his free hand drifts over his chest instead, fondling there through the negligee.]
I just didn't want you to drool all over me! But I never said you could go look over there instead! That's an insult to me, my good looks, and the concept of marriage itself!
[He breathes in again, chest moving up and down. The muscles in his legs tighten as he lines a third finger up. He'll only be able to get down to the second knuckle, he knows from experience. But after seeing that thing, he needs all the help he can get. His eyes lock with his scene partner's, his face flushed and his voice breathy as he commands:]
So don't you dare make that mistake again.
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Sucks there's a pleasant view in front of him right now. Hiyori's body arching and twisting as he moves his fingers inside himself, annoyingly hidden behind the light, yet somehow making his actions all the more lewd for it. Bakugo regards him with a low growl of interest rumbling in his chest, legs shifting on either side of the idol to keep him caged in, but giving enough view for the cameras to claim what they could.
Granted, it's hard to see whether there's lust showing on an animatronic's head, despite how well-crafted it is. The CGI later will add in the lust burning in those yellow orbs, a lewd curve upward at the corner of his jaws, the drip of fluid off the head of his draconic members. At least he's able to open the dragon's maw and drop his tongue out once more. Not taking "no" for an answer this time as he snakes the slick muscle out along the side of Hiyori's leg. As if going along with those hands wandering across the idols's chest. Back to "drooling" on him. Apparently that's the price for watching. His lord wants an interactive show.]
I'll do as I wish. [Despite his defiant words, there's heat in his tone and interest burning within. Gears shift and the dragon's haunches move just so, nudging the head of his member against Hiyori's hand and easing it up to rub at the top of his ass, right along his cleft. No one said he couldn't hump the guy while he worked his glittery peach open.]
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✔️ = Exhibitionism
❓ = Spiny dildos
❌ = Excessive drooling
In summary: he likes being watched. The Dragon Lord watching him was not the problem. The Dragon Lord drooling all over him, on the other hand, wasn't welcome (even though his hole very much needed lubing) since that just felt icky! He'll gladly be watched, and he might even be willing to accept the spiny dildo into his heart after all (or his hole, rather), despite his negative reaction earlier. But he'll thank his husband not to keep drenching him in spit, since that just feels sticky and gross!
Alas, "more spit" is exactly what's on the agenda. He stretches himself wide with his fingers and teases his own chest through the negligee, working himself up more while also trying to put on a good show for the cameras. For the cameras, and for his scene partner. It's absurd, since he very much is not into dragons and the whole scenario is absurd, but that low growl does kind of get his blood pumping. It's the reaction he was hoping to induce, after all: that of uncontrollable raging lust. He wants to be wanted. Always that's what he wants, as an idol, a human being... an amateur performer in this lame parody porn. As the Dragon Lord's red-hot gaze focuses solely on him, his heart throbs, and his body sings with triumph.
For a few seconds, before the dragon opens its mechanical jaw again. Next thing Hiyori knows, there's a big prop tongue dragging along his legs and slathering them with lube.]
H-Hey—
[He grimaces and squirms, shuddering with disgust and with... well, with something else, too. For as much as the prop tongue feels weird, the wet muscle dragging along his heated flesh stirs a different sort of feeling, too. He'd never admit it, but it strokes his desire even hotter. His body craves contact, after all.
And then he feels another part of the dragon make contact with him elsewhere, and he gasps. He can't see, but he knows what that is: can feel its shape and ridges and the weird little spines around the tip. That's right, this is what he's preparing for, why he's got three fingers buried halfway inside himself. So he can take that huge thing. But even though it nudges at him, he's not ready yet!
Ah, but will he ever be...? He shivers, pushing back against it, feeling it slide through the mess of drool the dragon left behind.]
Mnngh...
[Honestly, the whole thing is so undignified. But if he looks flustered and not-quite-comfortable, well, all the better for the camera crew.]
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Bakugo's eyes narrow as he watches the show put in front of him. Even if he can't see everything in as much lewd detail as he'd like, Hiyori's giving him plenty to enjoy. From his fingers kneading between his asscheeks to the obvious plunge in and out of his nigh-hidden hole, to the way his hand gropes at his chest and feels toned smooth lines all glistening with a mix of fabric and liquid. For someone not into dragons, he kind of "signed up" for this in the first place... Should've read the script and then bailed, Hiyori. At least he's not completely soaking him in saliva, deliberately staying between his thighs and laving his tongue across the inside of his upper legs, his taint, his groin. Enjoying the sensation as much as Hiyori's reactions.]
You're starting to like it now. [He curls the tip, dragging it along the sensitive swell of his perineum, then up the hang of his sac and base of his cock. Firm enough to feel like a very wet fingertip tracing over each tender area. Before using the flat part again as a warm sweep. Finally Hiyori nudges back enough to touch what really should be the focus of the flick. Bakugo avoids working the gears harder, keeping the dragon's hips in a slow rut back and forth in measured motions. When Hiyori pushes back, it nudges to his finger-stuffed hole, threatening to penetrate, but retreating before passing that threshold.]
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Hiyori was looking through the different costumes, eager to blow off some steam and forget about his troubles through the usual method of playing dress-up. While doing this, he came across a pretty lingerie set: white, lacy and bridal-themed. In his heart of hearts, he felt a strong desire to wear it. Surreptitiously he glanced at the price tag, before determining, nope—not something he can afford. Unlike at home, he doesn't have access to unlimited money here!
But a staff member noticed him looking. They sidled up to him and showered him with praise. He was so beautiful, and he'd look lovely wearing it. (True, and also true!) They then revealed that there was actually a competition going on—they were looking to find the most beautiful brides in all of the Golden Peacock. If, after modeling the lingerie, he made the final cut, they'd give him a huge gift card to the store. Won't he consider joining the contest?
And so he did, rather foolishly. What they didn't mention was that those who made the final cut would be cast as the Dragon Lord's bride in Lord of the Wings! Once he made it, that was that—he was hauled off to the set of the film and barely had time to look over the script before being thrust in front of the cameras. So not ethical. If this happened back in his home world, he'd sue! But since it's happening here...
All he can do here is prepare as best he can.
He held onto some hope once it started. He managed to participate in the other film without doing anything too lewd. Alas, not the case this time. In truth, this was the only way to get him to go on-camera and film a porno; he had to be tricked because he still hasn't let go of his sense of propriety even after a year-plus in the resort. Not completely, anyway. Still: isn't there a part of him, however secret, that yearned for this? To be a gorgeous, sexy spectacle, looked at and admired by all. Not so much for dragon dick. That's not what he yearned for, although...
As it rubs against him now, his skin prickles with added heat, and his heart races. The dragon's tongue, too: when it's just the tip dragging over his skin, it feels more like normal sex. Less slobbery and weird, and more pleasurable. These are places he's never been licked before, and he shudders and shivers beneath those ministrations. His head's gone all numb, and he can't even deny it as the Dragon Lord says it looks like he's starting to like it. He isn't, isn't he? His body is.
But then the spiny tip of that huge toy positions itself near his hole, even though there's no room, and he jolts, his body going stiff for a minute. No matter what, he can't let himself get hurt. And, actually, apart from that... he doesn't like what he's been reduced to: just writhing around and taking it. He's the star here. He wants to give a good show! Not for the Dragon Lord's sake, not for the camera crew's, and not for Bakugo's, but for himself and any "fans" who might watch. Because he really loves performing, even when it's like this.]
Haah... you're the one who's got no patience.
[Already trying to push in there...]
You can't stand not being in me for one more second, can you?
[Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, glistening wet with lube. The crew adjusts their cameras as he arches his hips higher off the ground, his thighs spread wide—still a little awkward, but it should give enough room. Still he keeps a hand between his legs, covering his entrance for now, as he looks up at the Dragon Lord.]
Go on and tell me so. I'll let you have your way, but only after you tell me all about your hot burning passion for me. It's my wedding night, so I want to hear such things!
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He's starting to like it. Why the hell should he stop now? Hiyori hasn't fled from beneath his touch or struggled out of his grasp. Tongue wandering across his legs, cock nuzzling along the idol's balls and inner thighs, his glowing yellow eyes watching with a burning intensity as he begins rutting his member perpendicular to his bride's stomach and dick. No one said he had to penetrate him. Make the camera lens sizzle with the sight of Hiyori fingering himself while the dragon frots against him above, catching wet fingers vanishing in and out between his cheeks while the hard dark member slides back and forth on his groin.]
Did you think I demanded a bride to stand and look pretty in my chambers? [Rumbling above the idol's body, Bakugo brings his head backwards and shifts towards Hiyori's shoulder instead. He traces the tip of his tongue between his shoulder and neck, laving his trap with saliva and warm touches.] I could claim you here and now like this. Mark you with my essence without ever being inside you. [A taunting, tantalizing compromise just now suggested. Until he ratchets the dragon's hips back and drops his member to nudge against the idol's hands.] But I think I'll take you as we both want. Now, open up, my bride. The only audience you should care about is demanding it.
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It didn't help that there were multiple crew members and only one of him. But the simplest answer for why he didn't put up more of a fight is this: some part of him wanted to go on-camera and show himself off in the lingerie. He knew he looked good in it, and his minor role in the other film hadn't satisfied his urge to perform. It had been so long since he'd gone on TV or done any sort of photoshoot. If they asked him to do something he didn't want to, well... he thought maybe he could talk his way out of it.
But here he is, two cameras positioned above him, pinned by the big bad Dragon Lord. In a last-ditch attempt to gain the upper hand, he asks the dragon to profess his burning need for him. Tell him he's cute, say he wants him desperately—you know, all that good stuff! It seems an excellent way to build up to the Big Moment, and a way to test Bakugo's acting skills. So far, he's been taking this role seriously, but does he have it in him to say something really passionate?
It seems the answer is "no" when instead of sweet nothings, he gets a hard and heavy dick rutting against him, those weird spiny things dragging through the slick mess on his stomach. He grits his teeth at that sensation, at the visual when he looks down, at the indignity of it all... and yet the prickly feeling underneath his skin isn't just disgust. His body goes stiff and rigid as the dragon's face draws near, the tonguetip dragging down his neck eliciting a full-body shiver. It's...
Working on him, a little bit. The licking, the shape of that toy rubbing against him, and those last words, breathed hot against his skin: they all combine to make his heart skip. "As we both want." He'd love to claim otherwise, but... after withdrawing his fingers from himself, his body aches. He yearns to be filled again. And his head goes all dizzy from want as he imagines getting what he craves right on-camera, so that however many people can watch and lust after him. Something he could never, ever get away with back home... (So yeah, he's ignoring that "only audience you should care about" bit.)
The head of that big, hard, funny-looking toy nudges against his knuckles. He can feel at least three sets of eyes on him. Hazily he decides that Bakugo-as-the-Dragon-Lord did technically fulfill his request, admitting that his character wants it, too.
Though he's still going to sulk anyway.]
..... so getting a divorce after this...
[He grumbles under his breath, turns his reddened face to the side, and then finally moves his hand out of the way.]