#and they aren't even known as actors?!

[hephaestuscrew]

I do think there's something special about the way that audio drama creators seem to love including cameos of voice actors from other popular audio dramas. Obviously, part of the reason why actors from one show might pop up in another is because the audio drama creator community is relatively small and interconnected, and also because those actors are very talented.

But there's also often such a sense that creators are having fun with these cameos. Like Greater Boston casting audio drama heavyweights Briggon Snow, Zach Valenti, and Felix Trench as famous film actors Matt Daemon, Ben Affleck, and Mark Wahlberg respectively. Or Faux and Stallion having Tom Crowley (who plays a Victorian detective in Victoriocity) pop up as Dr Watson. Or Unseen casting Beth Eyre and Felix Trench as characters who are twins. Or Arden getting Emma Sherr-Ziarko to play an actor impersonating a character played by her former Wolf 359 costar Michelle Agresti (with Michaela Swee also appearing as an actor impersonating the other main Arden lead).

In these cases, it's not just that there's a cameo, but that the cameo is given particular (often comedic) significance to those who are aware of the featured actor's other work. The vast majority of people wouldn't recognise any of these voices. But by doing these very intentional cameos, these creators show confidence that a fair chunk of their audience will know these actors and enjoy the link. There's an awareness that listeners of one audio drama are fairly likely to listen to (or at least be aware of) other fiction podcasts, even when the shows in question aren't of particularly similar genres. Recognising these cameos feels like being in on a secret. It feels like these shows are giving a little nod to listeners to say that we're part of the same club.

[skippingthroughfields]

one thing that's missing from these convos about amc not submitting assad zaman for a golden globes nom that makes it 10x more malicious on amc's part is that a nomination isn't just like oh... ~simple appreciation for an actor's performance. even if there's no win, it results in a profile boost for these actors & them being able to command a higher salary when it comes to future projects. it's something that gets notice on their CV. these studios and networks love being able to market their shit with things like "starring golden globe nominee john doe" or "emmy winner jane doe." the emmys are more prestigious than the golden globes which are more prestigious than the critics choice awards (the one they submitted him for with two other actors lol). actors get nominated and have the opportunity to get attention from social media posts, article mentions, attending the red carpet, having their name announced and a little clip of their acting shown. that's not nothing! attention from possible new fans, publications, execs, peers, producers, directors, fashion houses & other industries which could lead to $$$ and sponsorships. I won't make any presumptions about the cast's finances but I do know amc is probably not paying them their worth, least of all the bangladeshi muslim who barely had any major roles in tv/film prior to the show.

there are fees and costs associated with submitting for awards consideration and FYC ads. the network basically took a look at assad's brown skin and name and said they don't think he's worth the money over the white actor who had less screentime and narrative importance (to the season ig) which is absolutely crazy lmao. it shouldn't be controversial to say that and you can't not discuss this without bringing up sam's name. this has nothing to do with whether he "deserved" to be submitted (and even if I said he doesn't deserve it over assad who's gonna beat my ass?). this white man isn't being persecuted by conversations about blatant racism. but I'd expect nothing less from this fanbase x.

[llyfrenfys]

Sometimes the commodification of non-US cultures on this website is really frightening. If you boil down your whole understanding of a country based on a single actor, what are you even doing?

[trans-xianxian]

wei wuxian is just such a delightfully human character like there is a lot to appreciate and analyze and be insane about in retrospect but actively watching the show and seeing all of his little mannerisms and the way he talks and how fleshed out and thoughtful all of his actions are just fills me w affection. truly the guy of all time

[mimiri22-6]

@angrybidoof

2 things: 1) 1,000,000% Right that Chris Pratt is Far from the "next best thing"

2) Omfg! Could you IMAGINE-Jack Black and Danny DeVito-Pinning 2 Kings against eachother-WITH CHARLIE DAY?! The Chemistry-AND THERE'S ANOTEHER BLOND WOMAN RIGHT THERE! KAITLIN OSLIN?!! THE CHEMISTRY WOULD HAVE BEEN IMMACULATE!!! IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY BUT IT'S FUCKING MARIO?!?! BRO! WE WERE ROBBED!!! I WANNA LIVE IN THAT TIMELINE!!!!!!

from now on any time someone tries to argue that picking pratt as the voice of movie!mario instead of martinet was a good choice. show them this

[webism]

pornstar!toji who is known for being easy with his scenes. he's there for a good fuck and an even better paycheck: it doesn't matter who, or where, or how... if he's being paid he will do it. he doesn't mind getting nasty, and so he's often booked for more exotic scenes. he fucks good, and he fucks a lot.

pornstar!toji who is strapped for cash one week after an unfortunate loss on the horses, and takes the first scene offered to him. a vanilla fuck with a new-to-the-scene pornstar with potential... at least that's what his agent, shiu, tells him. he's confused on what potential he's hinting at until he rocks up ten minutes late to the shoot and lays eyes on you, already naked and on the stage bed. you have a look to you that makes a man like toji feel obliged to drop to his knees.

pornstar!toji who is already harder than he has been in a long time when shiu clarifies that when he called you 'new to the scene' he meant it: this is your first porn shoot. and though you're not a virgin, toji has the honour of taking your first time on camera... and god does he love the thought.

pornstar!toji who is greeted with a small smile and a soft 'hello' from you, shy beneath his gaze as if you aren't naked and soon to be stuffed full of his cock. he watches your eyes shift, from his piercing eyes to his beautifully scarred lip to the gorgeous tone of his body, all the way down to his awfully large cock. he can tell you're nervous, worried about taking all of him on film.

pornstar!toji who isnt good with gentle comforts, but still wants you to feel at ease with him. so, despite his instructions for a simple fuck scene, toji attacks you with deep kisses first, gets you used to the burning heat of his body against yours. and when you're melted enough against his skin he trails down and eats you out for a long twenty minutes. production would try and stop him, but he's already tipsy on your taste and the moans leaving your lips are, frankly, made for porn.

pornstar!toji who revels in the way your back arches off the mattress—he'd accuse you of putting on a show for the cameras if your hips weren't bucking up against his face in an almost primal need. he can taste it on you, the genuine lust, the way you drip wet on his tongue and still grab at his hair for more. and when he gives you more—when he finally slips his cock into you—he can't help himself from groaning out something needy. he's the silent type, letting his costar take center stage, but god can he not keep quiet feeling your walls wrapped around him.

pornstar!toji who has never had an issue with porn before, but with your legs wrapped around his waist, your eyes locked onto his as he pumps in and out of you with white hot need, he finds he hates the thought of anyone else seeing you like this. he's not a possessive man, he shouldn't feel this way, but he does. even the watchful stares of the cameramen piss him off, and he finds his hips moving faster and his cock nestling deeper inside of you just to show them that he's the one pleasing you.

pornstar!toji who can't help but kiss you as you both cum in unison. he ruins the shot, the cameras cant see your orgasm face when he's swallowing your moans like they're sweet wine. he's surprised his pay doesn't get cut for it.

when pornstar!toji does get paid, it's the first cheque in a very long time that he doesn't blow the same night it comes through. because he doesn't have time to go out and waste his money: he's at home fucking his fist to the film you made together and mentally degrading himself for being so pussy whipped. he strokes himself in time with his own thrusts in the video, and tries so desperately to recall your taste on his tongue, but its fruitless. he's agitated and sexually frustrated and keeps reloading your personal pages to see if you've filmed with anyone since him.

pornstar!toji who becomes so lost in his own mind that he starts turning down shoots with other actors—shoots with good pay. he's done everything under the sun, done all the hardcore porn and weird fetish content but now that he's gotten a fresh taste of plain passion sex with you, he can't stomach anything else. he'd say your name, he knows it—and it doesn't help that he hasn't been able to reach orgasm for a week without thinking of you.

pornstar!toji who, after three weeks of pure misery, decides to make a move. he doesn't do dates or romantic nights on the town. he doesn't do flowers or sweet nothings or eye contact even, but he finds himself contacting shiu and threatening the poor man in hopes of your real name, your address, anything.

and you, late one evening fucking yourself on your fingers to the brink of frustrated tears because they're not his cock. even more disgruntled when theres a pounding knock at your front door, and after cleaning yourself up a little you swing it open to find pornstar!toji stood in the rain outside. and you can only take him in—his heavy build and desperate eyes—before he's crashing his lips against yours, walking you into your own home and kicking the door shut behind him.

[leeloooonfire]

based on this post about Steve's internalized bi-phobia:

Steve has known for years.

And how could he not when Tommy's freckles come back tenfold each spring like a flower peaking it's head through the last layer of snow? Or when Matthew Carver's hair have a reddish brown tone that turns blond after they spent the last days before summer break practising outside and remind Steve of liquid gold? Or when he watches Star Wars and Harrison Ford, rugged and witty, comes into view and twists his stomach in knots? How could he not know?!

Steve knows he finds guys as attractive as girls, known for many, many years. But.

But he can't. Not when Tommy sneers at that boy in their literature class who likes flamboyant clothes and wants to be an actor on Broadway. Not when the people they meet in Indi who are like Robin and Eddie 'fully queer' and talk about people like Steve as if they're traitors and scams. Not when he reads the newspaper and is assaulted by Reagan and his folk preaching about the 'fag pandemic' or how his father nods in approval and mutters 'another sinner gone for good' when the news play on TV and they occasionally mention the crisis that kills people like Robin and Eddie and him.

Like him....

It doesn't matter how much he loves sleeping with his nose pressed against Eddie's collarbone or that he thinks he'd like to kiss Eddie and hold his hands and wake up beside him until they're old and wrinkly and complain about bad knees.

He is, but he cannot be a queer, half a fairy '50% like me, 50% like Eddie' as Robin jokes.

He will not be a bisexual, he can keep it inside, keep it hidden, buried deep inside him no matter how much it pains him. He can be the straight friend who goes to pride and bakes rainbow cakes and marries a woman even though his heart screams in an ear ringing cacophony, 'Eddie, Eddie Eddie Eddie!'

This is how his 20s go: loud and hurting and yearning and hiding and more noticeably being disgusted and ashamed of himself for simply being able to love men the way he can love women.

He's 29 when his wife, Becky, leaves him. It's not just Eddie and this shameful secret that weights heavy on their relationship, but the scars and all the other secrets he is unable to explain to her that drive Becky finally away - back to Boston. She leaves him alone in that tiny house they bought three years ago with their Saint Bernard puppy they lovingly named Bernadette.

He's 30 when he goes to a coffee meeting of the bisexual group meeting in Chicago, nearly turning the car multiple times, hands and knees sweaty with fear that they won't want him there. They do want him there, welcome him with open arms, and talk about things Steve knows all too well: 'When I fell in love with the first girl, I ran. I like men just fine, so I hid my crush. It's just easier, when your parents hate gays, when the world is shaming our community, when we're dying.' He finds a second home there, and learns - learns about queerness and bisexuality, about trans and gender non conforming people and physical attraction versus emotional attraction. He learns about his past and present and about his future, about their history and where they want to go, how they want to mold their world to fit people like them into it without the pain and the hiding.

Steve is 33 when he finally comes out to everyone dear to him. To the kids who aren't kids anymore and to Joyce and Hopper, and then his parents. this does not go well, but Steve doesn't want, doesn't need their validation anymore. He has his family, his friends, his support system who love him not regardless of his sexuality but because of it, love him because it's part of him. He comes out to Becky, too and that goes much better. they want to be friends, in the future. She's also met Gary who works the the NY Times and wants her to follow him into the big city. So Steve is looking forward how that goes, their tentative friendship.

He is 34 when Eddie comes back from his latest world tour and wants to take a break to rekindle with his uncle, to write new songs, to take a breather. It's only natural that Eddie moves into Steve's guest room and takes over his space on the couch where he cuddles Bernadette while Steve is in the kitchen and makes them grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner.

Its even more natural when their feet meet while watching a movie and they lean into each other in the kitchen, dawn barely there, while they wait for the coffee maker to finish.

Steve's 35 when Eddie finally kisses him and he kisses back. No hurt, no shame, no guilt gnawing on him, Steve finally allows himself to be with the person he truly wants - regardless of their gender.

[songbirdseung]

pinky ring / sim jaeyun

synopsis: jake made you a promise to marry you when you two were toddlers. he would fake propose until he really did get down on one knee.

pairing: childhood besties jake x reader

wc: 1.1k

To your parents, it was all good fun. Seeing their child being proposed to by their childhood best friend at their favorite beach. Documentation was highly important to them, filming little you and little jake holding a candy ring pop in his hand, asking your hand in marriage. To them, it was adorable.

For young child you, you were petrified. At the time, your dad just gave a small talk on how to stay away from boys and you're definitely too young to get into a relationship. This happened when you called the actor on scene handsome when you were having a family movie night.

"We are too young Jake" pouting your lips, feeling bad for rejecting his proposal. Jake shrugs and hands you the ring pop anyway. "Fine, I'll just wait and get you a real ring".

That didn't last long because fast forward to the next year, he does it again. He has done it so much that for the next few following years, it had become an inside joke to everyone in your immediate family.

"You have rejected me for 4 years now" crossing his arms in a fit, Jake looks at you disappointed. "Maybe because we are only 12 years old?"

At this point, you aren't sure if he's doing this because he really wants to marry you or just to tease you and lead any guy interested in you far far away. Remembering all the instances where a boy would approach you during lunch and sit next to you and confess and say that they think you' re cute. There then comes Jake, wearing a smug smirk and says something along the lines of "I'm actually her future husband, please go away".

It makes you think about how you could never get away from Jake and his antics.

Even when you guys reached your teenage years, almost reaching adulthood, Jake never dropped the fake proposal joke. Like on your 19th birthday, at the restaurant he took you both to, he claims how he's your boyfriend and he's planning to propose soon, the waiter thought he was weird for saying that he wanted to propose soon with you sitting right there but nonetheless, he gave you both free desserts.

You thought at by the age of 14, he'd stop since you both are going through puberty, his feelings would change and he'd drop it due to his own pride and embarrassment, but no.

Now you both were 20, if you had to count how many fake proposals Jake has done over the years, it would reach 100.

"You can't say that we are too young, we're both legal adults and we basically known each other our whole lives." You turn over to him and flick his forehead, causing him wince in pain and shoo you away from him. "You're mean"

"You're the one that wants to marry me, so get used to it"

"Oh, so you're playing along now" He removes his hand from his head and pokes your side. "After years, you're finally warming up to the idea"

"Keep that up, I won't be anymore" Once you said that you realize how you didn't even deny it. Looking back at Jake who went back to playing video games, you take in his appearance and guide your eyes to follow the lines that make his side profile.

Jake was good looking, you knew that. He's always been the apple of your eye since you two were kids, then as you got to know him, his humor, personality, and behavior kind of sealed the deal for you.

"If you keep staring at me, I might disintegrate."

"Then, who is going to marry me?"

"We're still on that? I thought you didn't want to?"

"Make me your girlfriend and I'll rethink it" Now it was your turn to cause a ruckus in Jake's mind. He pauses the game and looks over to you, reading your expression wondering if you were serious or not.

That night, Jake stayed over. Unlike the other past sleepovers that you two had, this one was different because the way you cuddle into him now, it felt different. He was always yours and until now, just a different kind. He was now your boyfriend, not boy-friend.

With your dynamic and bond with Jake, it felt like sunshine and rainbows most of the times, being around each other all the time and knowing each other too well, you always found ways to fix things or any miscommunication that would come along.

Transitioning to relationship from friendship was surprisingly easy from the outside perspective but the thing with you and Jake was he was always a gentleman and treated you right and how you deserved to be treated, and of course vice versa.

When you told your mom the news, she did not show any surprised reaction, simply telling you how she saw it coming and was just waiting for this moment to happen, you dad shared a similar reaction, happy that it was Jake to be the one you were dating.

Fast forward to a whole year of dating Jake. People would say that you two were like a fairytale love, match made in heaven, meant for each other, all that. "Hey yn, maybe you should do that trend where you call Jake your husband"

"I'm pretty sure he's already seen that on tiktok, no?"

Still, even if he did, you were going to do it just to see his reaction. That same day, you two meet up after your last class ended. Waiting for you somewhere in the university's campus, you run up to him and give him a hug. "Someone missed me?"

In the car ride home, you guys both agreed to stop by your favorite restaurant and get some take out. Which was a perfect time to put your little prank in action. Just like everyone else, after placing your order, you ask Jake what he wants and tell the waiter. "Then my husband would like ___"

Once the waiter leaves, you finally take notice of Jake who is wide eyed, staring at you in awe. "There's no way you just called me that" To say he was a lovesick puppy after that was an understatement.

But now since you called him that, you have to keep calling him that. Because if you call him or introduce him as your boyfriend, he'll act surprised and startled. "Are you asking for a divorce?" "Do you not love me anymore?" "I thought I was your husband?" to name a few.

"I'm gonna have to propose now, for real this time"

[rosenclaws]

XXX.Com || Pornstar Worst!Logan Howlett smut

summary: Logan needs money and work is hard to find when you're from another universe, luckily he lands himself a job as an adult film actor. Lets just say, he's a natural.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI!!, 18+ ONLY, fem!reader, porn (obvi lol), jerking off, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, scratching, oral f!receiving, rough sex, fake professor x college student (its the porno they're filming), he calls you teach in the porno, reader has a stage name (sunshine), flirting.

a/n: This was inspired by the delicious pornstar logan fics by @bpmiranda I wanted to try my own twist on the trope but plz go check out their fics they are amazing!!

Coming from another universe had its fair share of problems. For one his other self was a very well known hero so people were constantly staring. The other issue was working. He needed money if he ever wanted to move out of this god forsaken place. He’s sick of seeing wade walk around naked at 8 in the morning.

He needs his space and to get that he needs money but getting a job with none of the required paperwork was hard. He had to settle for doing odd jobs that paid cash under the table. Those were fine but he needed something more stable.

When Wade suggested he turn to adult films he rolled his eyes at another attempt at shitty humor from his roommate but the more he thought about it the less it seemed like a joke. The money was good and hopefully they didn't ask too many questions. So fuck it. How he found the right place was a long story but he ended up getting hired pretty quickly.

As the director put it. He's sexy and big in more ways than one. To Logan's surprise they didn't seem to care much that he was from another universe but they did have to make sure he wasn't a total creep which he understood.

The first video he was assigned to was pretty basic. Just fucking a girls brains out or something. Whatever the hell people were in to these days, he didn't really care. As long as he got paid. He had to get used to the prying eyes of the cameras.

Still he said his lines, albeit it took him a couple takes to say them naturally. His gruff voice and rippling muscles skyrocketed him to the top. Despite being a rookie he attracted a lot of attention and even garnered a reputation within the studio. No one could deny the raw animal magnetism this man seemed to have.

"Logan! Good news, your next video is going to be a with one of the most popular stars in our studio." The directors over the top enthusiasm makes Logan's eyes roll but he grunts out a response.

"Her name is Sunshine. Look her up. Anyways be here tomorrow by nine." Sunshine? Logan chuckles to himself as he leaves the studio.

Fake names are not uncommon but he's yet to find one that sounds so...perky. Still his curiosity gets the better of him as he steals Wades laptop in the dead of night. Searching in the name and scanning the results. Logan works with many attractive people in this job but the moment he lays eyes on you something shifts.

You aren't just attractive, you're drop dead gorgeous. He clicks on a video and his cock tightens in his pants. The faces you make don't look over the top or rehearsed. They almost look real. But Logan can tell you're faking it.

Your moans are sweet but he can tell whoever this boy is that's got his cock in you isn't doing his job very well. Still ever the professional you are you make it work. He falls down a rabbit hole of video after video. Shutting the laptop as the clock reads two in the morning. His cock is hard and painful as he puts Wades laptop back on the counter.

Fuck he needs a shower.

The ice cold water hits his back but it's not helping. He wraps his hand around his cock. Keeping his noises to a minimum as he jerks himself off to the thought of you. He bites his lip as he thinks of every way he can make you scream tomorrow. Show you what it's like to be fucked by a real man.

The sinful thoughts that fill his head drive him over the edge. He slams his hand against the shower wall as he comes. The water running down his back as he catches his breath. You've already got him interested, he just hopes he can put on a real show tomorrow.

-

When Logan gets to the studio the director tells him the "plot" of this video. Plot being a very loose term here. He's supposed to be the failing college senior while you play the hot young professor. They hand him a white button up a size too small and some fake glasses. He laughs as they place the glasses onto his face.

"No one's going to fucking buy this." The buttons threaten to bust open as they start to fix his hair.

"I don't know, you look pretty convincing to me." He looks up to see you smiling at him.

Already dressed in your shoot clothes with your makeup and hair all done. He shamelessly looks you up and down, licking his lips as his eyes settle on your cleavage.

"I'm a little old to be playing a college student don't you think?" You shrug and walk closer to him. You take your hands and run them through his hair, trying to flatten the parts that stick up but they don't want to listen.

"Don't think any one is watching these for the realism Logan." You wink as you then move to fix his glasses.

He clenches his jaw as he tries to contain the raging boner. He shouldn't be hard yet but here he is. You're driving him crazy.

"Promise to go easy on you, don't want to scare my new favorite coworker." You tease. Your nails scratch along his jaw, just for a moment but it's enough to drive him wild.

"I'm your favorite already Sunshine?" Logan says with a grin.

"For now, don't prove me wrong when the cameras are on us." You walk away and Logan enjoys every second of it. Oh this is going to be fun.

-

"Come on teach, your class is the only one I'm failing. I need to get a C to graduate." Logan's massive frame towers over your desk. His lines come out much more flirty than its supposed to but you roll with it.

"You need a lot of extra credit to make up the missing assignments Mr. Howlett." You stand up and walk over to where he was standing.

Pushing on his chest to get him to sit. You smirk when you see the buttons on his shirt fighting for their life. You sit on top of the desk and pretend to think.

"I'll do anything you want. Anything" Logan growls, his hand resting on your thigh now. Slowing inching up your leg, stopping right at the hem of your pencil skirt. You place your heel onto his shoulder. Spreading your legs so that Logan and the camera can see your lack of panties.

"Well, lets see how bad you want it." You taunt.

Your voice is smooth as butter and it drives him nuts. Logan gets on his knees. Ripping your skirt apart with ease making you gasp. That wasn't in the script but fuck it made you wet. His muscles are bulging in that damn shirt and you want to see what's underneath in person. Sadly that was going to have to wait as he trails kisses up your legs. Wet and sloppy as his grip on your hips is ironclad.

The camera moves to capture Logan's face. Seeing the primal hunger in his eyes as he grabs the hem of your panties with his teeth, dragging them down. He stands up with them still in his mouth. You grab onto his shirt and rip it open. Raking your nails down his very toned chest. You grab your underwear out of his mouth and toss it to the side.

"Good boy." You purr as you push on his shoulders.

He gets back onto his knees and wastes no time diving into your cunt. You fall back onto the desk as Logan takes you apart with his tongue. Moans and whimpers fall from your lips with ease. There is no need to fake your pleasure with him between your legs.

He's hungry, ravenous. Logan can't get enough. He holds your legs apart, keeping you from closing them as he zeros in on your clit. He's ruthless. Refusing to give you a moment to breathe as he loses himself in your pussy.

"You taste sweeter than I imagined." He growls off script. If he wasn't bringing you to orgasm you'd wonder what he meant by that. You wonder if he watched your videos just like you had.

"Logan!" You moan as your legs start to shake under the intense pleasure.

"That's it teach, let me taste you come on." His dirty mouth makes your head spin.

Your eyes squeezing tight as he pushes you over the edge. You barely even notice the camera as it positions itself over Logan's shoulder. Logan resist the urge to break the damn thing as it gets in his way. He feels a push on his shoulder and he growls. Reluctantly he gets out of the way and uses his thumb to rub your clit.

"I have an idea teach," Logan purrs. He pulls you off the desk. Wrapping an arm around you and grinding his clothed cock against your thigh.

"For every orgasm I can pull out of you, you raise my grade by a letter." He breathes into your neck, inhaling your scent. You sigh as his hands start to grope and squeeze your breasts.

"What do you say?" He grins as he feels you squirm under his touch. He unbuttons your blouse and tosses it to the side. Mouth watering as he buries his face in your breasts.

"You better get to work then Mr. Howlett. You're at a D right now." You turn around and bend over the desk. His hands run along your body before he unbuckles his pants.

"I'll show you a D." He grumbles. You have to stifle a laugh at his words.

The camera moves to show your face as Logan slides his cock inside of you. He throws his head back in pleasure as he gets to feel your tight cunt. Now this is what he was waiting for.

"Come get a shot of this." He whispers to himself.

He drags his cock out slowly. He watches in awe as your cute pussy just sucks him up. Your hands are digging into the desk, clawing at the wood as Logan's massive cock pushes its way in. You knew he was big but to actually feel it in person. Fuck.

"That feel good? You like my big cock hm?" Logan's cocky tone makes you moan as he picks up his pace. He's pummeling your poor pussy with no mercy. Your moans are as real as they can get as you cry and whine with each thrust.

"Logan oh god!" Your eyes cross as his cock hits a sensitive spot.

No one's ever hit that before. You're falling apart. Your chest heaves as you try and catch your breath but your moans quiet down because of it. Logan doesn't like that one bit. You groan as you feel his hand grab your hair. He pulls you up so that your back is arched. His cock somehow pushing its way deeper.

"Come on baby, don't hide from me." He whispers in your ear. He wraps an arm around your chest to hold you up. Your nails dig into his arm to ground yourself.

"Feel so fucking good, jerked myself off last night to your videos." He mumbles so only you can hear. You don't understand how a man can have so much stamina. He doesn't even seem tired.

"So fucking close I can feel it baby. I can feel the way your cunt clenches around my fat cock. I can hear her pulsing for me." His eyes grow dark as he feels you start to lose it.

His rough fingers sliding down to play with your cunt. It's a filthy sight to watch. You've forgotten about the cameras and the crew. The only thing you can feel is Logan. He's taken over your mind, your senses.

"That's it pretty girl." He bites your shoulder and the pain mixes with pleasure.

"Fuck!" You wail as you come hard around his cock. Logan groans in pleasure and comes before he can really stop himself. Filling you up nice and full as you babble incoherently. You can barely get your lines out as you float between the real world and cloud nine.

"You got your C Mr. Howlett." You've never been this wrecked after a scene before but Logan has completely ruined you. You grin at the feeling of his cum seeping out of you.

"You know, I've always wanted an A." He's grinning like the devil as he thrusts his hips once more making you cry out.

He's still fucking hard. He really is every porn studios wet dream. Hot, sexy, can go for round after round. The director calls cut but Logan doesn't let go of you. You've got this dazed look in your eyes and he gently lays you down on the desk.

"You alright?" He grunts as he slips out of you. His cock still standing straight as someone brings him a robe. He grabs a towel from one of the PA's and gently wipes up your legs. You whine as the rough material brushes against your poor pussy.

"Sorry." You just smile in response. You haven't had a fuck this good in a long time. A crew member brings you a robe and you put it on.

"You really know how to use that thing. For a second I thought you were the seasoned professional." You joke as you try and get off the desk. You stumble and Logan is quick to catch you.

"What can I say Sunshine, you made it easy." He flirts. The director calls his name and he rolls his eyes.

"Don't keep him waiting Logan. I'll see you soon." Another crew member comes to help you as Logan lets you go.

Thankfully this was all you had for the week and you could go home and soak in a bath. Your poor legs are going to need it. After signing a few things and getting next weeks shoot list you can finally go home.

"Sunshine, hope I didn't fuck you too good." Logan says with a wink. He's waiting outside of the studio, a cigar in his mouth.

"I regret whatever I said before, your ego is going to get too big." You joke. He shrugs and puts out his cigar on the ground.

"You got any plans?" He asks. Your dressed in normal clothes now, nothing remotely revealing but Logan still thinks you look gorgeous.

"I could take you to lunch, if you're interested." He offers.

You haven't thought about dating since you started working in this industry. You didn't need a partner and it could be hard trying to find one who understood your job. But Logan flashes that handsome smile and for some reason you can't resist.

Maybe your working backwards here. He fucks you and then you go to lunch but hey, nothing about him is conventional anyways.

"Yeah, lunch sounds good."

Its just lunch, you tell yourself. It's only a meal with your hot coworker. If things were to go further though you wouldn't complain. Certainly not when he's as handsome as he is. You definitely wouldn't mind taking him back to your place and you're certainly okay when he promises he can go for more rounds away from the prying eyes of the camera. But for now it's just lunch. He pays and you give him your number.

Logan and you part ways and he prays he sees you again. Not just at work but outside of it too. You've got him hooked. The video gets uploaded and explodes in popularity. Praising how realistic it felt and how hot both of you were. He gets a call from the director, expecting another update on his next shoot.

"Great news man! Sunshine wants to do exclusive shoots with you. Oh this is going to make us so much money." He tunes out the rambling as his phone dings. A smirk appearing on his face when he sees a text with your name pop up.

Want to rehearse our next scene? my place 7pm <3

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A while ago I was listening to Dara Horn's podcast relating to her book, People Love Dead Jews. Within this podcast she discussed the fact that Holocaust museums tend to center stories that highlight ways in which Jews were just like anyone else, putting secular Jews on a pedestal of sorts.

The podcast went on to make the point that we shouldn't have to be like them to be liked. A Jew in a kippah is just as worthy of being accepted as a Jew in a baseball cap, and to position one, the more assimilated one, as "better" is antisemitic.

This made me think of how movies and shows portray Jews, and I realized a similar pattern of idealizing assimilation is deeply prevalent.

There are two main ways Jews are portrayed in movies/shows that I've noticed that are problematic. (For a narrower scope I'll be discussing American media as I am more familiar with that than most other countries.)

The first kind of Jewish representation is the token Jew. This is the character that the viewer wouldn't even have known is Jewish had the show not casually mentioned them celebrating Hanukkah in passing. This is the character who is entirely the same as any other character. An example of this would be in Ginny and Georgia, where a few side characters are revealed to be Jewish. This reveal occurred only for the purpose of making a Hanukkah episode, and immediately one of the characters says the beginning words to most of our prayers, adding "bitch" at the end. This sort of absolutely blatant disrespect towards the words many of us wouldn't even speak fully in casual conversation is meant to indicate that it's okay to poke fun at our religion. (By the way, it isn't okay. Don't disrespect our religion, thanks.) (And no the actress wasn't Jewish.)

Then there's Ben Gross from Never Have I Ever, a similarly extremely assimilated Jewish character. Instead of making fun of Judaism, however, the show plays into Jewish stereotypes. Ben's dad is a wealthy influential lawyer who works with Hollywood. Come on, there's three in a row there. Ben himself is frequently made fun of for being very short (to an extent not befitting the actor's actual stature), and some of his mannerisms could be described as effeminate. All of these traits play into anti-Jewish stereotypes. The protagonist even says she wishes Ben was killed by Nazis and other than a scolding this isn't made to be the big deal that it is.

These sorts of characters are meant to show how Jews are "just like you!" and pokes cruel fun at the few remaining things that do occasionally set them apart. Yes, secular Jews exist, but the way these shows make fun of their Jewish identities is where the issue arises.

The second problematic representation is meant to make goyim feel good about being goyim. This is specifically done through how Judaism is portrayed in these movies.

A major example of this is the show Unorthodox, in which the plot centers a young girl trying to escape her very observant community. This show directly demonized the Jewish religion, making it appear inherently oppressive and twisted.

While some may argue that the show was merely trying to portray the social issues within the community, there are better ways to achieve this.

The book An Unorthodox Match takes on a similar task with a vastly different tone. The book centers a protagonist joining an equally observant community, but not for a moment does the book, author, or protagonist blame Judaism. The book is very clearly written by a Jew who loves Judaism, and yet it manages to highlight similar social issues to the show without blaming Judaism. In fact, Jewish traditions have a fair share of appreciation in the book!

This sort of media is meant to make the goyishe viewers be grateful they aren't part of those communities, but as a Jewish viewer I felt deeply uncomfortable with the positioning of religious Jews as a negative part of society. This media makes the characters seem like they have nothing at all in common with the goyim around them or the goyim watching the show. It's the polar opposite of the previous example.

The first example is showing Jews as "just like anyone else" until they aren't, while the second example portrays Jews as entirely other. Never have I seen an Orthodox Jewish character side by side with the non-Jewish characters in any other context than the Jewish character envying their non-Jewish peers.

Why is the choice either to be assimilated or othered? Why can we not have an observant Jewish character remind their friends that they can't hang out on Saturday, or maybe they bring their own kosher snacks? Maybe a Jewish character muttering a bracha over their food? Why not make being Jewish an important part of their character without making them self-loathe because of it?

Media almost only ever shows two extremes and neither of those extremes has a positive impact on the perception of Jews.

(There is also a pattern I've noticed with Jews and goyim being cast in Jewish roles and how that corresponds to the character, but that's probably another post for another time.)

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#22 with Wrecker x Reader NSFW where team locks them in a closet and leaves for like an hour not knowing they were already together

been writing a lot of angst lately so this was a nice break from the sads. enjoy!

Something Sweet

Pairing: Wrecker x fem!Reader / Wrecker x Medic!Reader

Words: 4,103

Tags/Warnings: fluff, smut, established relationship, reader has a nickname, semi-public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Prompt: 22. “Kriff, this closet is smaller than I remembered.” / “Wait, when the hell have you been in here?”

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It's sweet, really.

You try not to take it the wrong way, how committed the others are to getting you and Wrecker together. After all, they have no idea. They don't know you're both already...something. Maybe they just think there's a chance the two of you are unaware. That you're both pining for each other, and if they could only give you both a little shove in the right direction, the rest would be up to you.

You can't blame them for not knowing. Wrecker is nothing but respectful and proper around you, keeping a careful distance between the two of you when you're around the others, and it doesn't take much of an effort to seem like just another comrade on his part. He's friendly with everyone, openly affectionate with most. You're one of the guys. And that's all.

Well, it's a little more complicated than that.

But as you see it, it's not your job to explain anything. It's not Wrecker's either, and so you're both playing the parts his brothers have written for you. You're the awkward medic with a crush, and he's the oblivious, lovable trooper who can't see what's right in front of his face.

The first few times the others tried to get you alone with Wrecker, you played along. You let yourself blush when Wrecker was nearby, kept your voice soft and flustered around him, and even let him catch you staring a time or two.

It wasn't hard. Wrecker's eyes are very distracting, especially when they're turned in your direction. And it's not like he had to be told. He's not a great actor, but he does a good enough job at seeming a little clueless. It's enough to make the others laugh, and they all have a good time at your expense.

You're not sure how long this little play is going to continue, or what's going to happen when it comes to a close, but you're determined to enjoy the ride.

And there is plenty to enjoy.

Wrecker is always happy to be a part of any scheme, especially one that gets him closer to you, so the smiles come easy for him. The others are in high spirits too, laughing more, cracking jokes. You can almost feel the tension lifting, and you don't have to say a word.

You know it can't last, but you're determined to keep a lid on it as long as possible. To keep everyone happy.

But this is... a bit much.

As soon as the door to the closet slides shut behind you, leaving you in the dark, you hear the familiar, unmistakable sound of Wrecker's laughter. You've been locked in.

Again.

"Oh, no!" Wrecker cries, trying, and failing, to sound surprised. "Looks like we're stuck here, Doc! Whatever will we do?"

You bite back a chuckle as you turn and bang on the door. "Guys? Come on!"

There's a click as the door locks, followed by the sound of Hunter's voice on the other side. "Oh, hey, sorry, this door's not working! I guess we'll just have to wait until the maintenance droid fixes it."

"I estimate that will take approximately two hours," Tech’s dry voice adds.

"Two hours?!" you hiss.

"Give or take," he replies. "It is hard to say. Maintenance droids aren't exactly known for their efficiency."

"Well, better make yourselves comfortable then," Crosshair's drawl comes through the door next.

You can just picture the four of them standing there outside the door, smirking and giving each other high-fives, proud of their handiwork. You can also picture yourself punching each and every one of them.

"Seriously?" you mutter.

"We'll check in with you in a little bit," Hunter says.

"Have fun!" Echo adds, and the four of them tromp away, still laughing, leaving you and Wrecker locked in.

You turn around and fumble for the light panel, squinting a little when the lights come on, bathing the small closet in a soft, golden glow. Your eyes settle on Wrecker, still standing there, hands clasped behind his back, trying very hard to look innocent. The moment your eyes meet, though, the act crumbles, and a grin spreads over his face

"Hey, Doc," he says, looking pleased. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Yeah," you say, leaning against the wall. "Fancy that."

You're not upset. Well, not much. You know they mean well, and you have to admit, it's kind of sweet. But you're a little tired of this. This is the third time they've tried to lock the two of you in a closet, and they've gotten more obvious with each attempt. They've stopped trying to make up excuses. Instead, they just herd the two of you into some cramped, dark space and shut the door, as if that's going to force the two of you together.

You suppose they're right about that.

"What a day, huh?" Wrecker asks, stepping towards you. He leans his shoulder against the wall beside you, still grinning. "Just the two of us. All alone."

You can't help a smile as you tilt your head back against the wall to look up at him. "I'm glad one of us is enjoying this."

His smile only widens, and he shrugs his massive shoulders. "It’s not that bad. Could be worse."

You look around the closet. There's barely enough room for the two of you, and the shelves are crowded with a variety of odds and ends. You recognize some medical supplies among them, a few things that you haven't used in years. The space feels even smaller with Wrecker's tall, broad body filling it, and you're already starting to feel a little warm. 

"Kriff, this closet is smaller than I remembered.”

“Wait, when the hell have you been in here?” Wrecker demands, crossing his arms over his chest and raising a brow at you.

You smirk, looking up into his eyes, enjoying the way he leans in a little. As much as you want to, you won’t give in. Not yet. You hold his gaze, your expression coy. "Wouldn't you like to know."

He huffs out a laugh, then reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, looking a little nervous.

"I'm just messing with you," you say quickly. "You're the first person I've been locked in here with."

"Lucky me," he says with a smirk.

You bite your lip, unable to resist teasing him a little. "If you play your cards right.”

Wrecker laughs again, a deep, full-bodied sound. It's your favorite sound, the one that makes your heart squeeze every time. The sound makes the closeness easier, the space between you smaller. You don't feel so claustrophobic when Wrecker is smiling down at you, his eyes dancing.

"So, uh... How long you think we're actually gonna be stuck here?" he asks, leaning a little closer.

"Dunno." You shrug, looking around the closet, feigning boredom. "Hours, Tech said."

"Well, isn’t that a shame," Wrecker replies, his voice low. His gaze flicks away from yours, and you watch his eyes trail slowly down the length of your body, lingering at your hips and your chest, and you bite back a sigh. The way his eyes darken as they rove over you, the way he licks his lips and swallows hard before meeting your gaze again sends a wave of heat through your body.

There's no doubt in your mind what's going to happen now.

You let your head fall back, tilting your face toward the ceiling. Your hair falls around your shoulders, and you arch your back a little, stretching. Wrecker sucks in a sharp breath. You smile and turn your face to the side, peering at him through your lashes.

"So,” you start. “Should we do it?"

Wrecker snorts, giving you an incredulous look. "That's how you're gonna ask? Really?"

"Well, what else would you suggest?"

"How 'bout something like..." he clears his throat. His voice drops to a husky murmur, and the sound of it sends a shiver through you. "Hey, Wrecker. You know how we're in this tiny closet, all alone? There's no way anyone would bother us in here, especially not since your brothers have locked the door. Maybe we could..."

"Wrecker, stop," you laugh. "Stop."

"What? Just sayin' what's on your mind," he teases. "C'mon. Say it. Ask me."

"Fine," you groan. You suck in a breath and smile, batting your eyelashes. "Hey, Wrecker. We're all alone in this closet. Want to fuck?"

He chuckles and steps closer. "See, now you're gettin' it."

You shake your head, still smiling, but you don't have time to make another quip. Wrecker closes the distance between you, one hand going to your waist, the other sliding up the back of your neck. He tilts his head and captures your lips with his, and the smile falls from your face.

Your hands fly up, grabbing at his chestplate, and you cling to him as you open your mouth to him. He kisses you hard, and you're breathless by the time he pulls away, trailing his lips down your jaw and neck. He tugs at the collar of your shirt, exposing more skin for his lips to explore, and you moan quietly, tilting your head back and pressing closer.

You're not sure if the others can hear, or if they're just pretending not to, but you've learned to keep your moans quiet, save them for the rare moments you can get Wrecker alone. Even now, your voice is soft, a mere whimper that only Wrecker can hear, but you can't help yourself.

The sound seems to spur Wrecker on, and his teeth scrape across your shoulder. Your hips buck forward, and the hand at your waist slides around, down, and his fingers brush over the front of your pants, teasing.

"Wrecker, please," you whisper, arching against him.

He lifts his head, eyes dark, a smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, yeah, I gotcha. Here. Let's get this off," he says, his hands finding the edge of your shirt.

You reach up, helping him pull it over your head. Your arms get tangled, though, and Wrecker laughs, struggling to free you.

"Hold on," he mutters. "Damn shirt, why you gotta be so— aha! There we go!"

Your arms are finally free, and the shirt hits the floor, quickly forgotten. You grab the edge of his chestplate, ready to remove it, but Wrecker has other plans. He's already pulling down your pants, yanking them down past your hips, taking your underwear with them. You gasp, grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself as you step out of them, kicking them aside.

"Wrecker—"

He kisses you again, softer this time, his hands going to your bare hips, holding you. You lean against him, your hands roaming, finding the latches for his armor, stripping him quickly. You focus on the lower half, too impatient to strip off the rest, and as soon as you've stripped him to his blacks, he pulls away, turning you.

You grab onto the shelf, and Wrecker's hands cup your ass, spreading you. Your breath catches, and a quiet moan escapes your lips as his thumb slips between your legs.

"Shit, you're already so wet," he murmurs, his voice low. He gives a quiet laugh. "Bet they can hear us. Bet they're listening."

"Fuck," you groan, resting your head against the shelves, heat flooding your cheeks.

"You like that?" Wrecker asks, his thumb moving faster, his fingers teasing your entrance. "You want them to hear you, huh? Want them to know what we're doing?"

You whine softly and push back against his hand.

"Yeah, thought so," Wrecker says. He slides a finger inside you, making you gasp, and a moment later, he adds a second, his thumb still moving.

You whimper, biting down on your lip to stifle the noise. His fingers move fast, and he doesn't ease into it, his movements eager, almost rough. But he knows you can take it, knows you like it. Your hips are already rocking back against him, fucking yourself on his fingers, and his free hand goes to your hip, pulling you back harder.

It's a lot. Wrecker's always like this, his desire for you overwhelming, and he can't seem to get enough. Sometimes he takes it slow, savoring every moment, drawing it out until you're shaking and begging, and even then, he doesn't always give in.

Other times, he's like this.

But the others have never heard it before, not like this. You're not sure if Wrecker is putting on a show, or if the thrill of being caught has him just as worked up as you, but he doesn't let up. His fingers are relentless, curling just right inside you, hitting that spot that makes you weak. And his thumb is still circling faster, the pressure almost too much, too good, making you dizzy.

"Shit, that's hot," Wrecker groans. "I can hear it, how wet you are."

Your cheeks are burning, but your hips rock harder, the sound of Wrecker's fingers slipping in and out of you is obscenely loud.

"Feels good," you whimper, "Wrecker, fuck, just like that..."

"Yeah, you like it?" He leans over, kissing the back of your neck. "I know you do. Always so good for me, aren't you, Doc? Always so wet, so good, you're perfect."

You groan, squeezing your eyes shut. Wrecker's dirty talk always does you in. His words wash over you, sending a shiver down your spine, and the heat between your legs is getting more and more unbearable.

"That's it," he mutters. "Keep going. Fuck yourself on my fingers."

You don't have any trouble following his orders. You rock your hips, pushing back and meeting him thrust for thrust, his fingers filling you perfectly. They curl just right, making your toes curl. Wrecker's thumb is a blur between your legs, and you're close. So close.

"Wrecker, fuck," you whine, clutching at the shelf. You're just about to fall over the edge when suddenly his fingers are gone.

You cry out, jerking back, searching for his hand. You find it at your hip, holding you steady, keeping you from falling. You try to catch your breath, to ask him why, but before you can, you feel him pressing against you. The bulge of his cock is hot, even through his blacks, and you can't help but grind against him.

He's still for a moment, letting you rock back against him, the friction making you shiver. You can feel how wet you are, smearing his blacks.

"Kriff, Wrecker, please," you moan. "Just fuck me."

"Gettin' ahead of yourself," he growls, his grip tightening on your hip.

"Please," you beg, desperate, writhing against him.

Wrecker chuckles, low and warm, and his hand moves, reaching down. You hear the familiar sound of his blacks being pulled down, and then the head of his cock is nudging against your folds.

"Wrecker, oh," you gasp, arching your back. He takes his time, dragging his cock through your folds and letting the tip tease at your entrance. You can feel his precum mixing with your own wetness, his cock slipping against you, coating himself. You moan, trying to push back, to take him, but Wrecker holds you in place, stopping you.

"Wrecker, please," you pant, looking over your shoulder.

He's leaning over you, his eyes dark, watching your face. He grins, his tongue poking out between his teeth, his eyes dancing.

"Yeah, yeah. Gotta get a good look, though," he murmurs. "Always look so pretty when you're beggin'."

"Wrecker—"

His hips jerk forward, pushing just the tip inside you. Your jaw drops, and a groan spills out, unbidden. Your eyes squeeze shut, and the sound is followed by a whimper as he pushes a little further, stretching you open.

"That's it," he murmurs, his hand tight on your hip, holding you in place. The other hand reaches around, sliding between your legs, finding the bud of nerves that he's been neglecting. His fingers brush over it, light and teasing, and the sudden pleasure makes your legs tremble.

"Oh, oh," you gasp, jerking against him.

"So fuckin' tight," Wrecker groans, his hand moving, stroking slowly. His cock inches deeper, stretching you open. It's a lot, it's so much, but he's careful, taking his time, letting you adjust to his size.

"Wrecker, please, please, please,” you whimper.

"There you go," he mutters, his voice tight. "Just like that, Doc. Just a little more."

You bite down on your lip, fighting the urge to moan. The further he sinks into you, the harder it is. It feels good, so good, and you can't stop the sounds from escaping.

"That's it," Wrecker whispers, his hand still working between your legs, his fingers sliding over the swollen nub. "There we go. Almost all the way, c'mon, take it, c'mon..."

You let out a soft, choked-off moan, feeling him slide deeper, deeper. His fingers flick against you, rubbing tight circles, and you can feel the tension building, coiling in your belly.

"Please, Wrecker," you pant, rocking back against him, trying to take him, desperate to feel him filling you completely. "Fuck me, please, fuck me."

"Shit," he hisses, and the hand at your hip tightens. He jerks his hips forward, and he slides the rest of the way inside you, filling you completely.

The moment his hips meet your ass, you're finished. You feel him bottom out, his cock pressing deep, and the pressure between your legs builds, and bursts. The sound that tears from your throat is a cross between a moan and a scream, and your entire body tenses, your walls fluttering around him. 

Wrecker curses, his hips jerking forward, but he stays buried deep, letting you ride it out. He keeps his hand still, but his fingers press down, adding to the pressure, and your legs shake. The orgasm rolls over you in waves, leaving you gasping for air as you cling to the shelf.

"Fuck," Wrecker groans. "That's so kriffing hot, Doc. Did you just...did I make you...?"

You nod, unable to speak, still twitching, aftershocks rippling through you. Wrecker lets out a low chuckle, and his hips rock, pulling out a few inches before pushing back in, slow and deep.

"Yeah? You gonna do it again?"

"Oh," you gasp, nodding, your head spinning. "Yes, please, Wrecker, yes."

He laughs, then, louder, a full-bodied sound. "Alright, then. Guess we better get started."

You manage a laugh, breathless and delirious, but it's cut short when Wrecker's hips start to move. He slides out slowly, his cock dragging through your walls, before pushing back in, just as deep. Your mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. Your eyes are squeezed shut, every nerve ending is on fire, every movement sending another wave of pleasure through you.

You can feel Wrecker's breath on the back of your neck, hot and uneven, and his chest rumbles as he lets out a low groan. His hips speed up, rocking into you, and you push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. His cock stretches you perfectly, his length filling you in a way that only he can.

"Kriff," Wrecker growls. "You're so tight, fuck, that's it, c'mon."

His hips slam forward, harder, and his pace increases, the sound of his thrusts echoing off the walls. The shelves rattle, and there's the clink of glass, but you don't care.

"Yes," you moan, bracing yourself, pushing back against him. Your eyes fly wide, and you bite back a squeal when Wrecker's fingers move again, rubbing you faster.

"C'mon, c'mon," he pants. "Gonna make you come again."

"Wrecker, oh, I'm close," you whimper. “Please.”

"You're so cute when you're needy," Wrecker chuckles, and then he's pressing close, his mouth against the side of your neck. He leaves kisses, hot and messy, across your skin, and his thrusts are growing rougher, more erratic.

It's all you can do to hold on, his fingers still working between your legs, and he's pushing you closer, closer, each thrust bringing you nearer to the edge. Your legs are trembling, your heart pounding, and you feel like you might explode.

"Fuck," you moan.

"Close?"

"Yes," you whimper, nodding frantically. "I'm...I'm gonna come again."

"Good," he growls. "Do it."

You cry out, and his fingers speed up, flicking against you, faster, faster. Your thighs are soaked, and the air is heavy with the scent of sex, the wet sounds of his cock pounding into you, the harsh, ragged gasps of his breath.

It's too much, too good, and his movements are growing clumsy, his thrusts harder, rougher. You can feel him swelling inside you, his cock throbbing, and his breaths are coming faster.

"Fuck," he pants, his fingers moving, rubbing circles. "Fuck, Doc, gonna come soon."

"Oh," you moan. Your entire body tightens, your toes curling, and the heat in your abdomen is almost unbearable. Your legs shake, and then, just as his teeth sink into your shoulder, you snap.

You let out a muffled scream, burying your face in the crook of your arm. The noise is high-pitched, a whine that quickly turns into a whimper as your whole body spasms. You cling to the shelves, the only thing keeping you upright, and the world spins.

Wrecker groans, and his hips jerk forward, once, twice, before stuttering, slamming deep. He presses his forehead to your shoulder and comes with a growl, his hands on your waist, holding you still. You feel the warmth spreading through you as his cum fills you, and it’s enough to send a last shiver through you, a final weak burst of pleasure. You sag, going limp, and Wrecker's grip on you is the only thing holding you up.

He's breathing hard, too, his chest rising and falling against your back. He holds you close, and you sigh, letting your eyes drift shut.

After a moment, he chuckles, nuzzling the side of your neck. "Feel good?"

"Yeah." You giggle, wiggling your hips, and you hear him groan.

"You're so kriffin' cute." Wrecker gives you one last squeeze, and then he's pulling out, his fingers moving between your legs to catch the rush of wetness that follows. You shudder and gasp at the sensation, and he chuckles.

"Hold on," he says. "Gotta get cleaned up. Here, just stay there."

You can only hum in response, too exhausted and sated to argue. You glance over your shoulder, watching as he steps back and starts searching for a rag or some towels. You catch a glimpse of his cock, still glistening with your combined fluids, and you bite back a grin.

"Here, lemme get you," Wrecker says, crouching beside you.

He reaches between your legs, cleaning away the mess, and then gently wipes the rest of the evidence from your thighs. You giggle as he straightens up, and you reach out, grabbing his shoulder for support as you stand.

He's got a self-satisfied smirk on his face, and he winks at you as he starts to clean himself up. "Well, that was fun, huh?"

You roll your eyes, but can't help laughing. "Yeah, Wrecker. That was fun."

He flashes you a grin and reaches down to pick up your shirt, handing it to you. You pull it on quickly and turn around, watching as he tucks himself back into his blacks and fixes his armor, making himself decent.

"You think they heard us?"

Wrecker's grin widens. "I'm pretty sure the whole base heard you."

"Hey!"

"What?" Wrecker laughs. "You're not exactly quiet."

You groan, rolling your eyes, and reach up to fix his collar. "And whose fault is that?"

"Mine," Wrecker agrees. "And I'm very proud of that."

He's smiling, and you can't help but return it. He reaches out and takes your hand, tugging you closer, and he wraps an arm around you. You lean into him, letting him hold you for a moment, enjoying the quiet.

But it's not long before the silence is broken by the sound of Hunter's voice, shouting from outside.

"Hey, uh, are you two done?"

You sigh, resting your head against Wrecker's shoulder. "Guess we better let them know."

Wrecker's arm tightens around you, and his other hand goes to your hip. He pulls you flush against him and tilts your chin up with his thumb. He kisses you again, softly, and your eyes flutter closed.

"Let's give them a minute," he says with a grin. "Let 'em sweat."

You laugh and close your eyes, listening to the muffled voices outside, and you lean into Wrecker.

"Yeah," you agree, your lips brushing his. "Let's."

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[littledemon55]

Vivziepop has committed all 7 deadly sins herself

Pride: not being able to own up to the shitty things she's done and never even considering how the people around her may feel. Always thinks she's in the right and entitled to be defended.

Wrath: Making friends turn against each other because one of them upset her. Misgendering someone because she's mad at them.

Envy: Hating on other indie projects.

Greed: 250$ for a fucking Playbill- her merch shop's prices are insane. She's also known to buy expensive stuff and underpaying the workers who aren't worshipping her. She also denied to refund a Patreon subscription once. She's fucking rich.

Gluttony: Only wanting the best of the best broadway actors for her shows.

Lust: She fetishises gay men. She's a zoophile. She fetishises r@pe.

Sloth: She can go on several vacations, but she can't speak out about the genocide in Gaza or update people on the Playbills. She doesn't even animate herself anymore.

[kikiyoomis]

"what do even you like about me?"

sakusa is taken aback from your sudden question. the two of you were laying on bed, individually scrolling through your respective phones just before bed. there was nothing during the day that would've suggested your change in mood.

sakusa shuts his phone off and places it on the nightstand beside him before pulling you into his embrace.

"like? baby i'm so in love with you that there's nothing that i only 'like' about you," sakusa says while he buries his face into your neck.

"yea but... i'm not even that... special. i'm not super pretty or talented or smart or-" you say before the words are caught in your throat and tears starts to form.

"i feel like i just got lucky. like... why would you settle for someone like me?" you whisper.

you've had these thoughts for a while. before they only came up when you were going through a rough time with your self-confidence but recently, with sakusa's booming popularity as a highly anticipated rookie in the v league, what was left of your confidence completely shattered.

you were happy for him of course. you've been rooting for him ever since he started getting offers to play various division 1 teams. but now that your boyfriend was placed into the spotlight, you could also see all of the people who could easily take your spot as his lover. after all he had talented volleyball players, models, actors, idols and so many high status celebrities talking about him. surely he would find someone better than you who, in comparison to him, has amounted to virtually nothing.

"who said that?" sakusa asked concerned written all over his face. he sits up and pulls you into his embrace but you turn away from him.

"nobody..." you trail off, not wanting to admit that the person who put these ideas into your head was in fact yourself.

"please tell me what's going on. it can't be nobody putting those useless thoughts into your head," sakusa says soothingly as he twirls your hair around his finger gently.

"its just that... "you start but you cut yourself off. "it's nothing."

"it's not nothing. not if it has you this sad," sakusa says and you feel compelled to cry your heart out to him. to tell him about all of your worries and doubts. but what if it burdens him? he already has enough on his plate. the more you thought about it however, the less you could keep it in.

"i can't figure out why you would love someone like me. aren't i just bringing you down? sooner or later you'll find someone you love more and you won't even spare me a glance when leave. and every time i think about you leaving me i get so scared but i can't even be mad about it because if i were you i would leave me too," you finally say, tears falling down your cheeks as you finally verbalized the thoughts you held for years.

"i would never leave you. never in any lifetime of mine that i would leave you," sakusa says, trying to soothe you but your crying doesn't stop.

"i should've just stayed quiet and enjoyed my time as your s/o while it lasts. i shouldn't be this upset over the fact that you'll leave me because it's fated to happen."

sakusa pulls you into a tight embrace and as much as you want to push away, you give into his hug. he's whispering something but you can't make out what he's saying over your uneven breaths.

"y/n, i love everything about you. and i mean it. nobody, for the entirety of our relationship and before, ever came close." he brings his hands to you face and wipes your tears away with his thumb.

"but-"

"no buts."

after a few moments of silence, sakusa speaks up again.

"you know... the day you asked me out... i was going to confess to you the next day. i was so surprised, i had everything prepared and you come out of nowhere telling me that you liked me," sakusa says.

"but i was so happy you know? happier than winning the collegiate mvp. i mean for years i just had to silently deal with my feelings and who would've known that the person of my dreams is here in my arms. god, i don't even know where to start. i just... my feelings for you goes beyond love. i can't even form into words how hard my heart beats for you."

sakusa always had a way with words whenever the subject came to you. which is why you could never beat him in an argument no matter how ridiculous.

he leans in to you and places a soft kiss on your tear stained cheek. then he places another, following the trail before reaching your lips. he presses the kiss there a little longer than the gentle pecks he left on your cheeks.

you tilt your head slightly, letting your lips lock with his. you stay like that until one of you broke for air. you're greeted with sakusa's smiling face. a smile where it reaches his eyes and he's looking at you with such fondness you felt your heart skip a beat like it was the first time you had laid eyes on him.

"don't worry, i'll love you enough for the both of us. nobody will come between us, not even the stupid voices in your head." and just give me a couple weeks my love. a couple more weeks i'll prove to you how i love you by putting a ring on your finger.

[localcatmutt]

OTHERHEARTED

What does it mean to be otherhearted?

Otherhearted is a term primarily used in the therian/otherkin community that means “to identify WITH a non-human animal/creature/being.” You may have a deeply rooted connection/relation to it, and experience shifts or traits similar to the species, BUT not identify AS it. For example, I experience many bear traits and shifts, I feel a deep connection to these animals and identify WITH them, rather than identifying AS them. The “as” or “with” are very important to distinguish a theriotype/kintype from an otherhearted “identity”.

Another common term that holds the same meaning is kithtype. The etymology of the word “kith” originally means familiarity (not family), or something/someone you are connected/close to. Then the word “type” refers to what kind of identity it is (which is kith in this case). 

To simplify the difference between kintypes and kithtypes; kin (to identify as/to be) and kith (to identify with/to be like).

Importance of Otherhearted

In the community people tend to showcase their theriotypes over kithtypes. They are held at a higher standard, and they are viewed as more important when it comes to our identity as a whole. But that couldn't be further from the truth. In fact, being a therian and being otherhearted can share most of the same experiences. You can indeed have shifts from kithtypes, mental and phantom. Being otherhearted can impact your life just as much, and you can wear all the same gear as a therian. Both are a part of your identity. Kithtypes can be just as prominent as kintypes.

The questioning process can be all the same as well. 

Belonging in the Community

People who are otherhearted are just as valid as therians, and belong in our community all the same. We all identify as, with or simply connect to animals in different ways than people who aren't in our community. Our animal hearts, minds and souls are what connects us. Not the labels. Therians, otherkin, otherhearted, coping identities/coping links… they all belong.

As I have said before, these all share similar or same experiences. Any of us can wear gear, do quads, make posts, educate or share our identities. The sole differences are the origin of these identities, and whether you identify as or with the animal/creature/being (or if it's a voluntary identity like in the case of coping links, which I will eventually address in a separate post). 

Confusing the two

It’s easy to feel lost when we’re trying to figure out what we are, and where an identity stands. Is it a theriotype? Is it a kithtype? Is it a cameo? It can be quite the confusing process. Although I think that if people knew how important being otherhearted is, they might find it easier to understand if they're kith or kin. I mean, in the end the major difference is just… are you LIKE the animal? Or ARE you the animal? Shifts don't immediately mean theriotype, so I think that's where most of the confusion lies.

Quick definition of cameo for those who don’t know of them : Cameos are simply shifts that can suddenly come and go, that arent from a known kintype. They may make a brief appearance in your life. Think of the actual word “cameo” that is used for actors who make sudden appearances in movies, and may bring an element of surprise to viewers. 

I am otherhearted

I have six primary kithtypes. Each has different levels of relevance/importance to me, but are still very important to who I am as a whole. These kithtypes are; Canines (coyotes and jackals especially), Kermode Bears/Black Bears, Ravens, Snakes, Giant River Otters and Arthropods as a whole. It's a lot, but over the years, deeply rooted connections to these animals have planted themselves into my identity. I have shifts, behaviours and traits just like them!

Sometimes I even feel confused because of how prominent they can become. 

Well, that’s all for now! I thought it would be important to talk about otherhearted identities for a change. Its not shared enough and I think that spreading more information could help people figure out experiences more easily.

Hope you enjoyed!

Last note - If I made spelling errors or definition errors let me know. Everything is based on research, and what I've been learning throughout the years I've been in the community. I have been active here for more than 7 years, and have been on many different platforms including Instagram, Amino, Tumblr, Discord groups and a few Forums. So I don't only explore newer information, but also older ones. 

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Marpessa Dawn (Black Orpheus)—She's like. fairy tale princess etheral pretty. truly eurydice realness. AND she's a singer AND she's a dancer. she used to be a governess/nightclub dancer, which isn't hot per say i just thought it was an interesting job combination. If you want to hear her sing just look up the Black Orpheus soundtrack

Irene Papas (Tribute to a Bad Man, Electra, Zorba the Greek)—"From the opening shot of Michael Cacoyannis's Electra, as the proud, implacable face emerges from encroaching shadows, it becomes impossible to imagine anyone else as Euripides's heroine. Erect, immutably dignified, dark eyes burning fiercely beneath heavy black brows, Irene Papas visibly embodies the sublimity of classical Greece, tragic yet serene." -Philip Kemp (film critic) Also she's a a badass.

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Marpessa Dawn:

Marpessa Dawn was an filipina/african american who became well known as an actress, singer and dancer in France. She is most famous for her role in 'Black Orpheus' in which she played Eurydice. It's difficult to find a picture where she and her husband, the actor Eric Vander, aren't kissing or hugging or laughing together, they are incredibly cute (and hot).

basically everyone and their mother will agree that marpessa dawn was one of THEE og vintage black women working in cinema (even if it was mostly in french cinema! the cross language barrier slay). mostly did her work in french cinema, and her smile in black orpheus is literally like the sun breaking over the sea

Irene Papas:

An amazing actress and singer, some may say a literal Greek goddess. Fought against military dictatorship in her home country and had an affair with Marlon Brando.

She literally played Helen, the most beautiful woman in the world in Greek mythology, what more could you want

[pascaloverx]

OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter one

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.

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"You're in denial, you could just say you didn't want me anymore. But you prefer to pretend that..." You throw his favorite book out the window like it means nothing. 'Cause now it doesn't mean.

"You can't blame me, our romance should have ended a long time ago. But you and I..." Yoongi seems almost too serious saying this. Do you mean nothing to him?

"You and me what?" You respond from the balcony of your apartment. Luckily your neighbors aren't too curious to know why you're yelling at your ex-lover.

"You know I can't shout that here, some fans might be here." Poor little thing, at that moment you wonder where the brave man is who asked you to embark on this relationship even though you knew your worlds would never be the same.

"I thought the whole point of paying a lot of money to live in an apartment far from the big city and known for its discretion would be being able to yell at you at two in the morning." You don't care if he thinks he's going to leave you without anything more or less, and that you're going to come out of this situation smiling, he should have found someone else to have sex with.

"If you would let me come up, we could talk like adults." He speaks subtly with an impressive poker face. If he stops being a musician, perhaps he could try a career as an actor or a gambler.

"Like adults? I'll be waiting for the other adult to arrive." You say throwing some clothes that are in your apartment that belong to him.

"Like you're being mature about all this. Damn!" One of his belongings ends up breaking near his feet. In fright he lets out several swear words, you luckily end up laughing.

"You break up with me over the phone and I have to be mature. I gave up part of my freedom to be yours. And look what I get in return." Anger took over you initially but now all you can do is try to keep from crying.

"Y/N. Let me in, so we can talk. I can see you almost crying from here." You smile lightly as you feel tears fall down your cheek. What a humiliation.

"If you cared about me you would have had the decency to say that you wanted to finish it the last time you were here." His cowardice can only be explained by his fear of having to do this in person.

"I couldn't. I didn't..." That was exactly what was left of the two of you. An awkward silence and resentment.

"Do you know how frustrating it is not being able to curse your name or tell someone you broke my heart?" You say that sobbing. What a tragedy it is that has made you sentimental now.

"Just because we don't work anymore doesn't mean I don't love you." You look at him and for a moment you feel more sorry for him than for yourself.

"If this is how you love someone. I'm sorry to inform you that you don't know love." Ironically it makes you smile. Maybe this is all his fault, not yours.

"Love..." It's very painful to see the man you've been involved with for the last year, call you that and not be able to respond.

"I'll send the rest of your things to the company. Don't worry, I won't expose you any more than I already have. Now get out of here, you and your fake love." Using one of his songs as the grand finale was a majestic act. Crying yourself to sleep, unfortunately, is not so majestic.

Two Months Later...

"You were the only person I thought would understand my situation. Try not to judge me but I need an opinion." You say looking Namjoon in the eyes. You got really close to him during your secret relationship with Yoongi.

"Is it too big a secret?" He asks entering his new home. A home where you swore you would start over.

"You tell me..." You say, opening your coat and revealing your stomach.

"Did you call me here because you gained weight after the breakup or do you have worms?" Namjoon asks and you smile nervously. Until you shake your head denying.

"Let's say the weight gain is due to something prior to the breakup..." You try not to say the word. Maybe the situation will go away if you don't name it.

"You are pregnant?" He named his current situation. Now it means it's really happening.

"Surprise!" You say trying to liven up the situation but you know you're fucked. Namjoon seems really surprised. As soon as he assimilates the information, he hugs you. You knew you could lean on the friendship you two have.