#but instead you opted for “this boring as fuck rock band is being taken away by the idol!!!! >:(”

[brbgensokyo]

i cant believe william gibbson was so shitty at portraying fan culture and stealing the trappings of otaku culture that it's got me actually doing academic reading on the subject

[killmongerdreams]

shameless

Summary:  Shy boy loves the attention || nsfw || stripper!seb x reader 

Warnings: seb being a tease, strip club, stripping

Note: Here is Stripper!Seb!!! :) Song mentioned is Shameless by the Weeknd. I highly recommend you listen to it. This is, shit I’m sorry.

I might write a part two to this if you all like it/want me to finish it

MASTERLIST

“Everyone give a hand for Sebastian.” 

He steps onto the stage with his lips caught between his teeth, seeming almost shy as he makes eye contact with the crowd. He’s smaller than his fellow dancers, more lean and less bulky. He’s a little bit softer, with pouty lips and pale, demure eyes that draw you in. 

You notice he’s not wearing a flashy, attention-grabbing outfit like the others choose to adorn. He’s barefoot, dressed in a simple pair of black jeans and a plain white shirt. Rings cover both hands and a silver necklace hangs around his neck. 

The song starts with a sensual, soft strum of an acoustic guitar, drawing out the anticipation in you. Not many of the dancers at the club like slow songs, preferring to dance to the upbeat, rigorous tunes that have them sweating bullets under the hot stage lights by the time it’s over. You sit in the audience, waiting with baited breath for him to move. 

Say it louder, say it louder Who’s gonna love you like me, like me? Say it louder, say it louder Who’s gonna touch you like me, like me?

His pretty eyes close, head falling back to expose his throat as his hips start to rock languidly to the beat. He flows like a current, body moving so smoothly it’s almost unreal. He hasn’t even taken off his clothes and you’re already enraptured by this man. 

Ooh, said you wanna be good but you couldn’t keep your composure Ooh, said you wanna be good but you’re begging me to come over Ooh, come over Ooh, saying who’s gonna fuck you like me? 

His hands cross as they find the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up his torso as his entire body rolls, revealing an endless expanse of skin that you want to run your tongue over. He tugs it off, messing up his hair as he throws it to the ground. The little brown curls create a wild halo around his head. You want to pull on it, see if it’s as soft as it looks.

I don’t wanna hurt you but you live for the pain I’m not tryna say it but it’s what you became You want me to fix you but it’s never enough That’s why you always call me cause you’re scared to be loved

He slowly brings his head back up, eyelashes fluttering as his eyes reopen. They scan the crowd, a tiny, bashful smile curling at his lips as he basks in the undivided attention set upon him. His eyes land on yours and a blush stains his cheeks when you smirk at him, running your tongue across your lip. 

But I’ll always be there for you, I’ll always be there for you I’ll always be there for you, girl I have no shame I’ll always be there for you, I’ll always be there for you I’ll always be there for you, girl I have no shame

His lips move as he starts to mouth the lyrics, still staring at you as he pops open the button of his jeans. He teases with the zipper, easing it up and down over the tent in his pants. 

Say it louder, say it louder Who’s gonna love you like me, like me?  Say it louder, say it louder Who’s gonna touch you like me, like me?

His fingers hook into the waistband of his jeans, playfully pulling lower to show off the waist band of his underwear. He starts to show off, movements looser, more risqué as he starts to push his pants lower. The smile he throws your way is unbelievably sweet, but the look in his eyes screams he wants to take you right there on that stage. 

You shift in your seat, wanting nothing more than to get your hands on him.

Ooh, said it’d be the last time, all you needed was a little closure Ooh, said it’d be the last time but you’re begging me to come over Ooh, come over Ooh, saying who’s gonna fuck you like me?

His underwear are dark, contrasting against the paleness of his skin as he sinks to his knees. He bends backwards, head touching the floor as his back arches. One hand fists his hair and the  other one rubs down his body, ghosting over his abs and briefly palming over his cock. You can see his mouth circle around a moan, tongue peeking out as his lips fall open.

I don’t wanna hurt you but you live for the pain I’m not tryna say it but it’s what you became You want me to fix you but it’s never enough That’s why you always call me cause you’re scared to be loved

The music swells and he amps up the show, hips undulating and bucking as if there’s a woman sitting on top of him. His chest heaves as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, letting them fall just enough to give you a peek of neatly trimmed hair before he lets his hands smooth down his thighs.

But I’ll always be there for you, I’ll always be there for you I’ll always be there for you, girl I have no shame I’ll always be there for you, I’ll always be there for you I’ll always be there for you, girl I have no shame

He drags his body to sit upright, knees falling open wider before he falls to his hands, stomach to the floor to show off the way his back ripples with his movements. He crawls to the edge of the stage like an animal, eyes wild as he smiles again, letting himself go as he practically fucks himself on that stage. 

I don’t wanna hurt you but you live for the pain I’m not tryna say it but it’s what you became You want me to fix you but it’s never enough That’s why you always call me cause you’re scared to be loved

He works harder as the music nears its end, giving it all as he rolls and works the audience with his eyes. They’re hooded, swimming with lust as he grinds against the floor. He gasps, eyes squeezing shut as he presses down once more.

You think he’s gonna come in his boxers, let the audience see him fall completely apart.

But I’ll always be there for you, I’ll always be there for you I’ll always be there for you, girl I have no shame I’ll always be there for you, I’ll always be there for you I’ll always be there for you, girl I have no shame

The music stops and he stills along with it, mouth hanging open obscenely as he pants for breath. There’s sweat rolling down his skin, making it glisten and glow in the bright lights of the stage. With one last sultry smile, he slowly rises to his feet, reaching down to grab the loose bills decorating the floor. 

“Can you come with me?” You’re sitting at the bar, nursing a well-deserved drink when one of the bouncers appears behind you. There’s a certain gleam in his eyes when you turn around on your stool, eyebrows raised and a bored look on your face.

“What for?” 

“There’s someone who wants to see you, miss.”  Without another word, he turns on his heel, forcing you to follow him. With a sigh you slide out of your seat, watching quietly as he leads you down a hallway, stopping once you reach a red door. “He’s waiting for you in there.”

You push open the door to find Sebastian spread out across a couch. He’s shirtless but his jeans have been put back on, bare feet propped up on the table in front of him. He stands up when he notices you leaning against the door, face turning red as he stammers out, “H-hi.”

You smile, amused. “Hi.”

“I - uh,” he pauses, sighing as he runs a hand through his hair. “Do you want to have a drink? W-with me?”

“Is that why you invited me back here?” you ask. His blush darkens, inching down his neck and across his chest, staining his skin pink. “You just want to have a drink with me?”

“No.” he bites down on his lip, turning his head away in embarrassment. 

“Then why did you?”

“I w-wanted to fuck you.” he mumbles quietly. “Saw you in the audience and wanted you to myself.”

“You say that to all the pretty ladies that come to watch you dance?” you decide to play with him a little bit, make him work to get you underneath him. He teased you on stage, played with your emotions until you were a tightly-wound mess. It’s time you do the same to him.

“You’re the only one.” he admits. He’s still not looking at you, opting to stare at the carpet beneath his feet instead. He seems so small, hands held behind his back like he’s going to be scolded for wanting your attention. “The only one I’ve wanted back here. I-I want,” he cuts himself off, biting down on his lip.

“What do you want, baby?” he shivers at the pet name, shaking his head. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to make you come.” he whispers, “Let me make you come.” 

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