#he needs spidey carnally

[devine-fem]

Oh my god. Cmon, Marvel, he’s practically begging at this point.

Deadpool: Assassin (2018)

[latenightsundayblues]

CW: Eyestrain?

Not scream related but I found some old Miguel doodles I didn't have the heart to delete. I need her carnally

(ignore him having a spidey sense in the corner, I was thinking about him being in into the spiderverse in the place of Peter B. Parker and genuinely forgot he wouldn't be able to tell Miles is a spiderman too lmfao)

[hollandsmushroom]

Reader recording her first topless scene as an actress with some guy and she thinks tom would be jealous or something but then he's all like: fuck I forgot you look so good on top

Looking Good || T.H.

warnings: not explicit but enough that I ask minors to not engage. mentions of sex, penises and boobies

word count: 761

a/n: i am sorry I just reread the request and it said topless scene but i took that as sex scene, i hope you still enjoy!

Tom stood behind one of the cameras on set, a scowl carved into his already sharp features as he watched you in your white robe provided by the costume department. His mood was soured when he opened his eyes at your alarm, awakening with you to go to work with you. You and Tom were both aware of the fact that nudity was a part of your jobs but it didn’t make the every territorial Tom feel any better about the fact that you were going to work and getting naked and climbing on top of naked man, a man that wasn’t him. When he found this out he insisted on coming to set with you that day and you obliged, it actually made you feel slightly comforted knowing that he would be there, a safe presence when you had to get your tits out in front of around 20 people.

You looked over your shoulder from where you stood next to the set bed, sending Tom a soft smile in an attempt to calm his tense stature, your eyes looking deep into his as you tried to wordlessly assure him that it was all gonna be okay and after this you would be back in his arms. The signal worked slightly, Tom’s shoulders relaxing slightly and his arms falling from where they had been crossed defensively over his chest.

Throughout the rest of the prepping for the scene you made sure to keep sending Tom reassuring looks and blow him the occasional kiss but as soon as it was time to film and you reached for the ties on your robe you noted how he tensed out of the corner of your eye but you had to ignore it, not let it affect your performance as you stood with your co star, a highly attractive man who’s towel was already discarded, standing in front of you with only a genital bag on(I researched it and men put their bits in this little bag for sex scenes). You chuckled with the awkwardness of it all as you let your towel fall too, your breasts being exposed to the entirety of the room as you tried to maintain your composure, not getting too self conscious with all of the eyes on you, it wasn’t sexual at all, it was a professional environment but that didn’t make it feel that much better.

Tom bit his tongue and held himself back as he watched your leg swing over the man’s hips, bracketing them as you came to rest on his barely covered dick, your tits in his face. His anger was unnecessary and he was aware of that, he knew you would never hurt him and that this was quite awkward for you as well. Shockingly as the scene continued Tom’s annoyance dissipated, his previous discomfort rapidly being replaced as he watched your tits move as you faux ground your hips against the man beneath you. The scene was something so interesting for him to see, it was like watching what the two of you did together from out of his body, but it was also different, he noted the difference in tone in your moans, they didn’t sound as true as they did when you were with him, well obviously you were faking it but it still made him grin from ear to ear, it affirmed that you had never once faked a moan with him.

Tom continued to watch, no longer out of protectiveness but out of admiration from the way your body moved, his will power was wearing thin and his cock was hardened in his boxers, lips trapped between his teeth as he gnawed on them, waiting in anticipation as you moved off of your costar when the director called cut and announced that it was a wrap for the day. You moved directly to Tom, expecting to have to diffuse the London boy's rage but you found something else you had to diffuse and it wasn’t his anger, it was more carnal than that.

“Hi Tommy” you chirped apprehensively as you wrapped your arms around Tom’s waist, you waited for a response as you rested your head against him but none came. “Tommy?” your arms tightened as you tilted your head to catch his eyes.

“We need to get home” he smirked at you, snapping out of his daze.

“Are you alright?” you asked, worry on your features.

“‘M fine love, I just forgot how fucking good you look on top and I think I need a reminder”

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[whopooh]

Undercover or under the covers? The June trope MFMM challenge

Undercover, but rather uncovered.

June was the month for undercover, and this trope opens up for a broad range of possibilities – all the way from creating a whole case to sketching a teasing undercover attempt mostly to make Phryne and Jack get together in a specific way. Often, the two layers of the roles and themselves comment on each other in meaningful ways, and within this, the undercover scenarios – worlds to immerse in, roles to play – are more or less limitless, and also really tickles the imagination.

Compared to the other months, this month’s fics ran away and got rather long, and also published late in the month -- so what first looked like an ‘easy’ month for me to write an overview for instead in the end became really fic heavy. This is also a trope that has already been extensively (under)covered in earlier fics – also there not seldom long ones. To just name a few, we have lovely longfics like @wah-pah’s “Undercover at the Elvsworth Club", @phrynesboudoir/sassasam’s: “The Model Murders”; PlayfulMay/ @mollidraws’s "Undercover Escort”; @firesign23‘s "The Uses of Adversity”; @missingmissfisher‘s series “Double o Phrack”; and two lovely and rather different undercover fics with a cycling theme: Miss_Lilian’s “Death at the Warrny” and hotelf’s “Murder at the Cycling Club” -- just to name some of the longer ones. Undercover truly is a popular trope.

But this post is about the trope challenge, so we’ll concentrate on the fics from June. In most stories, it’s either Phryne, Jack, or both of them going undercover, and the focus is on their relationship and the case. A few fics are broadening that focus, which is really lovely. I will start with them, to then go on to the lighthearted fics, the smuttier fics, and finally end with the longer cases.

In @flashofthefuse, “The Red Flame”, there are two different undercover operations that unbeknownst to each other are set in the same place, a club/brothel. When Jack is in need for a woman to go undercover and pose as a criminal, the title’s red flame, he asks Mac – although it takes a little while for the reader to realise this, and it’s deliciously done. At the same time, Phryne has a case and makes her undercover work with Bert.

The repartee between Mac and Jack is glorious, like here:

“... you definitely look the part, but just looking like her won’t be enough, you know. Are you as confident in her character? I hope you took the time to read the material I sent.”

“Are you always this condescending?”

“Probably,” he admitted, earning him a small smile. “May I come in? I’d like to fill you in on what we’ve learned this afternoon.”

The story isn’t finished yet, but it’s lovely in more than one way to see the interactions both within and between these two pairings – having their own very difficult mission, but also worrying about the other’s. We often say that we want more interaction between Mac and Jack, and here that is given in a brilliant way, with sincere care and respect as well as banter – and also with a Mac that is a genius in playing a tough, nonchalant role undercover, using her experience of being a woman in a man’s world in a way that helps the case enormously.

@rubycaspar’s “And after all the obstacles” gives us a fic all from Rosie’s point-of-view. Even if it is Phryne and Jack that are undercover, the person we follow here is Rosie, being at a garden party and suddenly encountering Jack, who turns out to be undercover together with Phryne. We see all the action and scenes from her point of view, and the case part of the fic is thus brilliantly shortened. @rubycaspar gives us Rosie’s view and her observations and conclusions of what she sees – conclusions she constantly needs to revise, as more and more is revealed to her about Phryne and Jack. This also gives her the chance to work through her feelings about her ex-husband. It is set almost a year after “Unnatural habits”, and gives a strong and determined Rosie – “Rosie thought about avoiding him, but she wasn't one to back down. If he didn't want to see her, he could leave. With that in mind, she straightened her shoulders and made her way over” – and a Rosie ready to change her preconceptions. It’s a very hopeful story.

In @longlineoftvdetectives‘s “Incognito”, finally, Jack is the one going “undercover”, but his undercover interplay is with Aunt Prudence. Aunt P is ill and needs to travel to England, and it turns out that she needs Jack to accompany her, thus forcing him to pretend to be her niece’s husband. With small gestures, the fic teases out many emotions, details and characterisations, in snippets covering many issues and building up a story about Phryne and Jack, about Phryne in relation to her family in England, and also about not hiding who you are (a second take on the theme ‘undercover’). Like this discussion about Oscar Wilde:

“Dragged out of his room by the police and sentenced to hard labor.”

“For…, um…” Jack stammered, unsure what euphemism was appropriate for the dining room of the establishment in question.

“For refusing to live his entire life undercover,” Phryne responded, her voice now clear and defiant. “For loving who he wanted to love. For not hiding or apologizing for who he was.”

Jack smiled and held her gaze. He loved her like this. He would have kissed her, soundly, if they weren’t in public.

“So the Wilde play, then,” he said matter-of-factly, after a long beat.

These undercover prospects are intriguing.

After these alternative perspectives, I’ll turn to the rather large section of fics that are fun and light hearted and sometimes also have a… shall we say more liberal view of what ”undercover” can mean.

The perfect transition between these two sections are of course @ollyjayonline‘s “The Inspector”, a fic that focuses on Isabella, the rather scandalous wife of Phryne’s cousin Guy, and has a delightful touch on the subject of both her and the theme of ‘undercover’. The two spouses have a conversation worthy of British toffs, discussing a news item about Phryne getting married, while simultaneously devoting themselves to both rather ‘dirty’ and casual carnal pleasures.

Isabella’s logic turns the tables on the “propriety issue” we often consider with respect to Phryne and her life style in contrast to Jack: “Really, it is quite wrong of your cousin. A divorced policeman? Why can’t she just keep sleeping with him? I mean, what will people say?"’ It’s a brilliant turnarounf. Reassured that this won’t affect her, she instead turns to daydream about the handsome and dour Inspector, something Guy doesn’t mind helping her out with through some roleplaying.

Isabella’s and Guy’s way of seeing everything as a game, of indulging in fantasies, and of having other people in bed with them – both physically and in role play – is all very in character, and an interesting contrast to Phryne.

The next lighthearted fic is @loopyhoopyfrood’s sweet modern AU “Love At First Swipe?”, where Jack Robinson is being set up for a date on an app as part of a case. He needs to find out how burglaries seem to have been conducted in relation to dates set up via this app; his only problem is that when he meets his date, it is not a suspicious stranger but a lady detective working on the same case.

Maybe it was her profile, as full as lies as every other user, but missing that hint of authenticity. Or maybe it was just Jack’s spidey senses tingling. Either way, something about Fern Roberts had him groaning in resignation and swiping right.

20 minutes later he had a date.

He tried not to think about how it was his first date since his divorce.

As a chapter 11 in her longer fic collection, “The Friday Phrack Series, @rositalg writes an intimate and atmospheric scene from Phryne and Jack in an established relationship. Phryne comes home to a Jack that sits and reads, and she simultaneously talks about her case and is seduced by him.

Her eyes closed blissfully, relishing in the attention.

“Perhaps you could help me.” She suggested, her thighs parting ever so subtly. “You’ve always been one to...dive deep into a case.”

He met her eyes, both of them knowing he was going to have her right here on this couch before the evening was done.

“Miss Fisher, are you asking me for assistance?”

In @omgimsarahtoo‘s “Under Cover of Darkness”, both the ‘undercover’ and the ‘under the cover’ theme is at play. Phryne and Jack has spent the evening undercover in a club, and the fic starts after this is over. Everything goes black, and when Phryne wakes up, he is in a strange room. After the first moments of fear, she deduces that she is not kidnapped but rather at Jack’s house, with a Detective Inspector sleeping in the chair next to her. The fic then turns to her instead indulging in pleasures under the covers with her crime solving partner, and it’s combined with really lovely banter:

“You, Jack Robinson,” she breathed, around sweeps of her tongue across his cheeks, “have a very talented mouth.”

“It’s entirely the subject, Miss Fisher,” he responded, his smile a smug tilt of the lips.

And in the end:

Catching her hand, he leaned up to kiss her, his smile tender. “You are an excellent partner, Miss Fisher. I enjoy working with you, undercover or not.”

“That’s because I’m exceptional.” Phryne grinned as she said it.

“And so modest, too!” Jack affected surprise. “A prize among women.”

Equally of the fun and teasing persuasion is @firesign23′s “Subterfuge at the Savoy” that establishes a gorgeous scene of Phryne in bed in a hotel in England – just to suddenly have her mother barge in without warning (of course Phryne Fisher’s mother is resourseful...). In the heat of the moment, Phryne decides to keep Jack hidden under the covers, but he is in a devilish mood and starts touching her and making her behave exceedingly oddly towards her mother.

“You aren’t still pouting over that policeman your father mentioned, are you? He said you told the poor man to come after you, which is utterly foolish.”

The policeman in question was drifting dangerously high up her thigh with his tongue, and Phryne really had no idea how much longer she could keep this charade up.

Among all the fun, there is also a partly serious question from Jack, after Phryne’s mother has left: ‘“Why was it, Miss Fisher, that we are two consenting, independent adults and I still found myself hiding from your mother?” he asked, eyes dancing. “You’re not ashamed of me, are you?”’

But Phryne has an answer to that question, too.

A last lighthearted undercover fic is leavephryneforme's “Undercover At The Great Australian Baking Show” – a fun romp told in small snippets about a modern Jack being undercover on a baking show. He decides to keep this a secret to Phryne, who starts wondering why he suddenly has so many cookbooks, and the fic addresses his far too alluring features – which the female judges appreciate – when baking.

Preparing Jack for undercover crossdressing. Art by @kidnthehall.

From lighthearted, we’ll turn to two fics that focus on putting Jack in costume.

@whopooh's “The Importance of Being at the Wilde Cats Club”, is a case fic where the focus is not so much on the case, but more on the characters. In order to help Phryne’s old friend Eleanore, who is also a transwoman, Jack, Hugh, Bert and Cec need to go undercover at a club as men impersonating women. The fic focuses on the transformation of them – how they will need to dress, and move, and wear make-up – and also in Phryne’s complete delight in dressing up and putting make-up on Jack, and the shenanigans that follow from this, where Jack uses his newly painted lips to tease Phryne. There is both trust and teasing all through, and a slight continuation of the role reversal theme of April. It all came from two things: the comment “We need more mfmm men in lingerie”, and the desire to have a transgender person who would not need to die in order to be important in a case story. This turned into seduction via lipstick:

She pressed her lips together and motioned how he should do the same and he followed her lead, pushing his lips together. She smiled, and he followed her lead in that too.

“Oh, hang on,” she said, and procured a piece of paper. “Bite the excess colour off on this one, like this.”

But instead of doing that, Jack captures her and kisses her deeply, smudging the lipstick: 

When they resurfaced, she looked at him and couldn’t stop a smile from spreading over her face. He looked ridiculous, with the lipstick smudged and forming a mad pattern around his mouth. 

“Well, you should see yourself,” was all he said as he gave her a small smile.

Also in @scruggzi's “Merciful Powers”, there is a focus on Jack in costume – this time in a luscious costume for going undercover as an understudy in a Macbeth production. Phryne takes great pleasure in the fact that he is dressed in tights, and that he also can be extricated from said tights, and there is a wonderful use of Shakespeare quotes as seduction throughout the fic. As the whole undercover trope shows, it is very fulfilling to put Jack in other clothes than his normal ones, while still keeping his restrained character, and here it is combined by a delicious push-and-pull between them: ‘“Mmm,” she purred, “much as I applaud your theatrical talent, Jack, that was definitely better than Shakespeare.”/ “Sacrilege!” he protested in mock horror, eyes twinkling at her.’

And heading into smut, there is a lovely self-awareness of the literary, and the way it comments on the two of them:

“Macbeth always knew he couldn’t resist temptation forever. All he really needed was an excuse.”

Phryne was fairly sure that analysis had very little to do with Shakespeare, but Jack’s hands had moved around to palm her breasts, and his lips had found the spot just under her ear that made her knees weak. Literary criticism could definitely wait.

The undercover work, and its implications of dressing differently than normal, and of perhaps partly trying out being someone else, is driving the sensual pleasure here.

A similar thing can be said about @phrynesboudoir /Sassasam’s, “The Captain’s In”. Here Phryne and jack are both working undercover on the same case, or rather, Jack is working undercover and a stubborn Phryne stumbles into his case. As they're thrown together, Phryne having to pretend to be a prostitute, the undercover turns into rather rough sexual roleplay (‘"Get below and get naked," he ordered. / Phryne realised with a rush of aroused surprise, that he meant it and she must obey in order to maintain their cover’), and also here there is the idea of heightening an experience through unfamiliar roles and costumes – in this case more ‘dirty’, and added to it a rather sinister on-looker.

Fancy meeting you in the US, Lin!

Over to the long, more elaborate case fics. First, @longlineoftvdetectives, “Welcome to San Francisco”, as the title gives away, set in the US where Phryne and Jack have taken a detour on their way home to Australia. In San Francisco they happen upon Lin Chung, who’s in need of their help. The stakes are high – Lin is threatened to his life – and it turns out that Jack will have to pretend to be Baron Fisher, while Phryne poses as Lin’s wife. In a lovely and similar way as the show, the storyline shows some of Phryne’s and Jack’s emotional journeys, but without settling anything too much, still leaving many questions unanswered. Their relation and the case is woven together, and there is a lovely relation between Jack and a young lad he takes in under his tutelage;, an interesting triangle between Phryne, Jack and Lin; an outsider view disapproving of the Chinese man that they handle brilliantly; and a very competent pair of detectives.

There are many poignant points, often made through dialogue, like here:

“Are you and Inspector Robinson in San Francisco on a case?” Lin asked.

“Not exactly,” Phryne replied. “You might say our relationship is no longer strictly business.”

“I see,” Lin answered. “Are you happy?”

“Very much so,” Phryne replied without hesitation.

“Should I still refer to you as Miss Fisher?”

“Yes.”

“Then there must be more to Inspector Robinson than I had originally perceived,” he concluded.

A fic that teases out an emotional side of Phryne and Jack’s partnership, and of Phryne’s backstory, is @omgimsarahtoo‘s ”Ungentle Reminders”. The undercover stint in this story awakens memories of René in Phryne, and it also higlights misogyny and abuse. Phryne is unsettled by the happenings, where she has to pretend to be a subdued woman among other subdued women, and after the women unexpectedly has made a bloody rebellion, she states:  

“I’ll be a character witness for them,” Phryne said, her eyes on his face as he swept the cloth gently across her skin, wiping up the residue he’d left behind. His eyes flashed up to hers, surprised.

“You only knew them for a couple of days,” he said.

“Maybe,” she agreed, “but Jack, I was them, once upon a time.”

And Jack agrees about the woman who’s now going to be charged for murder: “She made her own freedom.”

In @zannadubs23 /Inzannatea’s “Things Said”  (her first mfmm fic – welcome!) the theme is also rather sinister: Jack is, on his way to London and Phryne, kidnapped in Egypt and taken by slave traders. The theme is serious and the case is given plenty of focus, building up the world where Phryne can be in place to save him – but there is also plenty of focus on more carnal pleasures, once Jack is finally released and still in her tent, as well as luscious details, like here, before Jack has realised who is his saviour: 'The room had an amber glow to it. Jack couldn’t really tell where the lights were coming from, but the room decidedly glowed. The floor was covered with stacks of ornate rugs and large pillows in shades of orange and red and purple. “She would love this,” his traitorous brain informed him instead of working on an escape plan.' The fic grew out of the line "Shave him and bring him to my tent" -- and from that start an elaborate story was built.

A casefic that has both dinosaurs, archaeological sites, a friend of Phryne with interesting parallels to her and the inspired idea to let Phryne and Jack pose undercover as siblings, is @firesign23 “Poetry of Earth”. 

Phryne and Jack arrive at the scene of an archaeological dig on Isle of Wight, where a clever female archaeologist, Lucy, that is a friend of Phryne’s works. There seems to be sabotage and ill will, and Lucy is particularly putting her neck out as a female archaeologist. There is a young girl that tries to flirt with the handsome brother in the newly arrived sibling pair, and there is a lot of tension and fun scenes as Phryne and Jack must take care not to seem to close for siblings. 

“Hence travelling as Frances and John Sutherland, amateur Australian archaeologists without the financial resources to make a name for themselves,” Jack concluded. “How fortunate then that I’ve decided to bone up on my childhood interests while here.”

Phryne looked at him, noting the small hints of a smug smile on his face.

“You know, Jack, one would almost think the pun was deliberate.”

“Thankfully you know my tastes are far too refined for puns,” he replied and she laughed at the glint in his eyes.

And there is a wonderful passage that comments on their earlier case at the observatorium, and that reflects on Phryne being rather alike her friend Lucy, who once almost got stuck in a flood because she was so focused on her work:

“That was careless of Lucy.”

Jack quirked a small smile. “She was distracted by a nearly complete skeleton they were uncovering. I cannot imagine what it would be like, working with someone so easily deterred by bones or luminescent objects.”

“If this is about the plutonium vial, I stand by my choices.”

He didn’t reply, merely smirked at a point well made; she glanced down the empty beach and then leant up to kiss his cheek.

At the same time as Phryne is standing by her choices, she is also all the time noticing how close she’s come to Jack, and contemplating on that sense of familiarity, all while not allowed to show any feelings for him openly.

In one last finished casefic, @ollyjayonline & @solitarycyclistadventures have ganged up on a case fic with plenty of tension between Phryne and Jack, “Death Under the Arch”. 

Here, Jack is going to Sydney for an undercover stint and leaves City South to a very handsome and eligible Inspector – Phryne, however, decides to join him in Sydney. The story is set after Murder and Mozzarella, right after they have said they’ll “make do” with each other, but before they have figured out what that actually means, which opens up for insecurities and misinterpretations on both sides. The mystery is set around the bridge that is being built in Sydney, and Phryne decides to play Jack’s ex-lover as a way to be able to keep watching him:

She leaned towards him, face alight with mischief, “I was thinking it could be fun if we were old friends.”

Jack almost laughed, how typical, only he would manage to go from strictly business to old friend without any of the fun in-between.

There is also a very perceptive young woman who tries to figure the two of them out, which adds to the mix of tensions and uncertainties, and a murder mystery that turns rather sad.

Finally, the section of “To be continued”: two fics that are not finished so I’ll only write shortly about them. In @missingmissfisher​’s “Hold out your hand” Jack has come after Phryne to England and meets her mother that instinctively dislikes him. It seems Margaret wants to stop her daughter from repeating her own mistakes by marrying an unsuitable man, and Margaret is something of Phryne’s kryptonite, so much annoying her that Phryne has troubles thinking straight. Added to the mix are snobbish and boring neighbours and a small mystery that turns into a much bigger and more serious one -- and how that will unfold we’ll see rather soon. @221aubrina started “The Case of the Missing Moll”, which promises to cover both the tropes undercover and bodyswap, and has just taken its beginning – so far, we only now that Jack has been drugged and taken away somewhere… 

That’s all for June from me. I am very much looking forward to the July fics, on the trope “Through time and space”!

[4jaye]

Shadowhunters- Those of Demon Blood (2x13)

Gotta tell you my desperation and total impatience with anything other the forward motion of Malec is at a point where I think I need a 12 step program to regain some sort of sanity or reel-a-listic perspective. So whilst I do that (am going all out and getting medication as well) I'll just have to roll with the other happenings on the show. Truth be told? this was a nice episode, what with new dynamics and new relationship possibilities. Maryse and Luke????   I like simple Simon, I like smart ass Simon at times. I think Simon deserves his own stage instead of being a little appendage to Clary. Yes, it's true I'm not fond of the pairing, because, among other things, I think that Clary is leading him on. But when I saw him tagging along and disregarding the warnings about this mission being 'life or death' because he 'saved' Clary from a mad Seelie before, I just had one of those screaming at the TV moments. You know those moments, don't ya? When you become this unrecognizable person that pelts the TV screen with unpleasant, unladylike words. In this instance it was something to the effect of..."Simon you dumb fuck, go home".  There was a sense of foreboding here. His cocky and somewhat dismissive attitude about the nature of the mission first and foremost. As it turned out, he got a rude and painful awakening! Ever felt the need to say .."told ya?" I wanted to, but felt so bad for him, most especially because of his confident request of Clary whilst caught in the thorny situation..."Just kiss me so we can go home" he says, as if that was the natural order of things. And it was or should have been, from his perspective that is, but for anyone who could actually 'see' Clary and realize that there's a dormant kind of 'carnal vapor' that becomes visible when Jace is around, knew that his phantasm would not end well. How apropos given the fantastical garden where this scene went down. Clary kissed Jace to unbind him and Simon for sure, but as deep and as prolonged as that kiss was, it could have saved all the souls trapped in hell. Clary's attempt to mend fences of course went unanswered--poor Simon. Back at the institute Sebastian is what? mysterious? Helpful? Sinister? all of the aforementioned? I am wary of this dude, and even before I saw concrete evidence of his treachery there seemed to be something off about him. The saccharine sweetness and johnny on the spot helpfulness was just a bit too much and too convenient for my liking. And how is it that he knows so much about eerybody's business? Why doesn't anyone (except Raphael) have their spidey senses up. Thought for a moment Alec would harbor his distrust, (hope he still does--going with his gut and all) but apparently he has given Sebastian an important post in the institution. But wait, Jace plays the piano? wow. Sebastian plays the piano? wow. Same tune? yikes!! Did Sebastian play that song because Jace did or because he knew it as well? And who in the hell is in that closet Sebastian? Should I have a shadow of doubt that Sebastian is manipulating the troubling circumstances here? Alec's new position suits him. And his first diplomatic order of business had frenemies at a round table. Luke on the other had was kinda impatient to rid the world of Valentine. No one could blame the guy really. I suppose his sense of mortality is more intense than the rest of his fellow downworlders. He and his six pack and his wolf pack, are not immortal so there is no patience so the process of waiting and talking things out, is problematic for him. His frustration and an opportunity led to a confrontation with Valentine. Ironically it was Alec spared Valentine's life--this after almost assisting in killing him whilst Magnus was trapped in his body. Funny how that works. Mr Bane and Mr Lightwood met, shook hands and was present at a 'peace summit' [arranged by the leader of the Institute] between the downworlders and the shadowhunters. The scenes leading up to this historic meet as well as the actual moment Mr B met Mr L was what I lived for in this episode. I am under no delusion that Magnus is okay. He's in the throes of PTSD and his reaction to Alec's invitational phone call was further proof of his fragility. When told by Alec that he was needed as a representative for warlocks and not as a boyfriend, his first instinct was a sense of personal worthlessness. There seemed to be a sense that he felt rejected--as if Alec never reminded him [and me,] that he was his boyfriend. It seemed that he felt he was no longer useful in Alec's life. That he was dispensable. That he could easily be cast aside. And that sense of self-doubt presented as a fleeting look on his face, but his response was even more telling.."have I done something wrong?" I am forever grateful that Alec's voice was soothing on the phone. I am forever grateful that Alec did remind him that he is, in fact, his boyfriend....his BOYfriend....his BOYFRIEND!! I am forever grateful that Alec gave him a reason for the role he needed him to play (although I thought it silly Alec, since the whole institute as well as the whole of NY knows waz up). And even as Magnus faltered in his belief of need and suggested that another warlock take his place, I'm forever grateful that Alec made it clear (at least to my ear) that he wanted him there--actually more than want, he needed Magnus there--no carbon copy, no substitute--HIM. And I'm forever grateful for one other thing Alec said. No actually he asked.."Is that okay?" and in a tone that was just as needy as Magnus' sensitivity. The greeting at the institute between Alexander and Magnus was foreplay if I ever saw one. The eye sex, the guarded smiles, that appreciative look that Alec gave Magnus' ass as he walked away and Magnus' own chest thump--a signal of strong bonding and solidarity--was all bedroom centric. Don't even try to convince me otherwise.  I appreciate these scenes so much because they are short, and you know what? they may be fleeting--but the power behind them is all sorts of fabulous. Gotta take what can get and divvy those little moments up hourly, daily and from week to week. Oh...and one other thing. Can I just say that Magnus looked particularly yummy in that suit? Holy shit. That color, that snug fit, that material, that tassel...was he wearing boots? Need I mention that casual and cool sexy walk? You ask if I'm completely gone? That's rhetorical, right?

[seriouslycromulent]

Midnight, Texas pilot reaction

So after binge-watching season 1 of Preacher on Hulu (I liked it, but I don’t have cable so I have to wait awhile to see season 2), I decided to get my next supernatural drama-edy fix from this new show that premiered on Monday called Midnight, Texas.

I never watched True Blood, so I didn’t go into it with any preconceived notions simply because the author of those books penned the original tales that created this series. And I’m glad I didn’t. Otherwise, I’ll have been distracted by what did and didn’t match the source material.

Even though it’s only the pilot, I really liked the premise and I’m interested to see what happens next. So in typical me fashion, here’s a not-so-brief rundown of my train of thought on the series premiere. 

Warning: Here there be spoilers...

Who names their child “Manfred?” Seriously? That’s an Old Country name from way back. Does anyone call him Manny? Fred? Freddy? I think it’s interesting that no one comments on how unusual his name is for this day and age. But then again, it’s Midnight.

Writers will you please, please, please explore the voices Manny heard while he was walking through the pawn shop at the beginning. There must be 3 seasons’ worth of stories to tell in that store alone.

I don’t trust Bobo. My Spidey sense says he’s not the harmless cowboy everyone in town makes him out to be.

Typically, budding romances and flirting in the first episode makes my skin itch, but I don’t mind Creek so much. There’s something genuine there that doesn’t feel forced, unlike a lot of other fantasy shows where the romance feels melodramatic beyond all reason. (I’m looking at you CW lineup.)

Doctore!!! OK. He’s playing Lemuel, the vampire, but Peter Mensah will always be my Doctore. Spartacus fans will know why. ;-)

Interesting take on the vampire lore. It’s not just blood he feeds on, but carnal energy as well. Hmmm, noted. And his fangs don’t retract. ... Hmmm.

I don’t care for Olivia, the hit woman/non-musician. Just sayin’. She’s annoying.

That has to be the saddest small town picnic I’ve ever seen. It’s both adorable and sad. It’s sadorable.

I knew he shouldn’t have eaten those cookies! I said he didn’t know who the hell made them or what they were laced with. Tsk-tsk.

The makeup job on Aubrey’s body was amazing! Their makeup and costume team deserves some serious kudos for that one. Good job!

That is one severe-ass hairstyle on the female police officer. Could they make her look any more homely? Just because she has a no-nonsense job doesn’t mean she can’t love her hair enough to not pull it back so tight. Just sayin’.

I love how the association with witchcraft is still intertwined with lesbian women. It’s like society can’t think of a better way to condemn the practice of witchcraft than to marry it with being a lesbian. LOL! ... Silly society. Will you ever change?

I like the Reverend already. Don’t know why. I just do.

Unfortunately, the special effects on some of the spirits during the conjuring scene didn’t look very good. Their makeup and costume department may be on point, but the show needs to work on their effects budget and attention to detail.

Interesting how they made the witch on the show a Wiccan. I appreciate the fact that she’s a woman of color, but it does annoy me a bit when media portrays all peaceful, loving witches as Wiccan. As if you can’t be a peaceful witch without the Wiccan faith. But I suspect most of the writers (and the public) don’t know that not all witches are Wiccan anyway. ... I’ll leave it alone.

Jason Lewis. Still yummy after all this time. ::heartfelt sigh:: And his character, Joe, is a tattoo artist. And he’s in a relationship with an equally handsome Latin man. ... Oh yeah, and he has wings. Angel wings. But noticeably, when he was described by Creek, she never called him an “angel.” She just said he watched over everyone.

I’m already in love with Manny’s caravan and I don’t know why. Also, if his family traveled a lot and he comes from a long line of fortune tellers, is that the show’s way of telling us he’s of Roma descent? Not that you have to be Roma to have the gift and travel around a lot, but writers often like to cling to the same mythos the public is used to when they’re delving into a variety of supernatural characters. I hope they explore that further.

Manny is one crappy liar. And Olivia and Lem didn’t buy his story at all about why he said “Oh” when he learned the town sat on a vortex of mystical energy.

Why doesn’t Manny just change his phone number? If he has no friends or family, who’s he worried about not being able to reach him? If you don’t want the sharks to call you, then change your number, dude.

Again, I wish the special effects were better. Joe’s wings coming out of his back looked like CGI from about 10 years ago, even for television. Once they were fully formed, the wings looked fine. But the transformation? Not so much.

Fiji’s cat talks!! OMG! Her cat talks! And he has a Southern drawl. I love it!

Peter Mensah is 57 and he still has a body like that? Well, damn.

I was impressed not by Fiji’s ability to crumple the front end of the cop’s car, but the fact that she used her powers to uncrumple it once she decided to let them go. Now that’s power.

Whatever is under that house is pretty upset that Bobo isn’t nearby any more. And since we don’t know if he has any powers, I’m interested to find out how he’s connected. Lem only said that Bobo was human, but open-minded. That could mean a host of things. 

This was a pretty decent pilot and the show looks like it has a lot of potential, but ... it’s on NBC, which makes me want to get out now before they lure me in with 13 episodes, then cancel it. 

That, and I’m still pissed at how they handled Constantine. Bastards.

[hollandsmushroom]

Too Needy||Sub!P.P.

Hehe, we love sub!peter in this house hold and this fic is written in honor of my dearest Ashanti( @subspider )  birthday, its a lil gift, nothing special but um, my way of showing her a lil love! Happy birthday sweets!

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, hand jobs, dom sub relationships vibes. 

Word Count: 1037(of pure filth, badly written filth)

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There were many things that you adored about Peter, the way he touched you was definitely up there, so as you sat enwrapped up in his arms you were content, but clearly Peter wasn’t. His hands on you, dragging up and down your sides, fingers slipping underneath your shirt and trailing his heated fingers against your soft skin, something that should have been soothing but was currently pulling your mind from the show that you were trying to watch, his neediness beautiful and aggravating at the same time. 

“Peter” you hummed, your voice not harsh but carrying notes of warning, ones that he should be able to pick up on but he was too busy focusing on how your skin felt under his touch, it felt like heaven and something that he could palpate forever, never getting tired even after he has learned every ridge and bump, memorization would never take away the wonders of your flesh, at least not to him. “Peter!” your voice noticeably more harsh, drawing him

“Hmm?” he asked, but he already knew what he had done, inadvertently pushing a button he knew that you loved, one that always left him in a position where he was helpless, one that he also loved. 

“Are you feeling needy?” Your voice sickeningly sweet, the tone change nearly giving him whiplash as you started to shift from your place between his legs, turning to face him as you threw your leg over his thigh, bracketing the muscle as your core pressed flush against his pant clothed leg. Peter's hands found your hips, trying to pull you closer to him, desperately yearning for his lips to unite with yours but you fought him, your palms colliding with his chest. “I asked you a question” fingernails scratching against his t-shirt, the ghosted pressure of the blunt of your nails making a shiver etch its way up his spine. 

“Mhmm” Peter manages out, the affirmative noise shaking with his soft noises of pleasure. 

“Hmm, too fucking bad” your voice didn’t constitute as that anymore, it was a teasing growl that made Peters body freeze. 

“But-”

“No” you cut him off, your finger pressing against his thin lips to silence his unnecessary pleads, you weren’t gonna listen to them anyway, so what was the point? His eyes widened as your finger pressed in between his lips, fingers lathering in his spit as you hooked them into the roof of his mouth like a hook, drawing his head to yours as your foreheads thudded together, your hips beginning to rock, dragging your core against his thigh. You withdrew your fingers from his mouth, dropping your hand to your side, savoring how his spit slipped between the pads of your forefinger and thumb. 

Everything felt electric, your skin burning as you ground down against his clothed thigh, the hard toned muscle pressed back into you, parting the lips of your pussy and exposing your clit to harsher pressures, it was too much yet it was not enough, you wanted more, you needed more but you would never admit that, not to Peter at least. God the way he looked, his back was pressed up against the cinder block wall of his dorm room and his eyes were pinched shut, he didn’t want to look yet he wanted nothing more, he wanted to watch as you fell apart but he only wanted it if you were falling apart around him, not on him, he wanted to be in you, surrounded by you, controlled by you, but he couldn’t, he knew he couldn’t he had been too needy, pushed too hard and this was what he got, and he loved it in the most sick of ways, in the way that made his skin crawl.

“Fuck, Petey!” you cried out, pressing down harder as your nails raked down his abs coming to a still hovering above his belt buckle, nimble fingers that were still coated with his spit making quick work of undoing the leather, hand dipping into his pants and unsheathing his cock from the confines of his jeans, wrapping a tight fist around his blood flushed length. You watched as face went slack with pleasure, jaw dropping open, you saw his molars, the back of his throat open to your eyes as he gasped for breath, the sudden grip on his cock nearly too much for his hyper sensitive body to handle. His brown eyes pure black as they rolled to the back of his skull, cherishing your delectable touch on his skin. You were in the same state of mine, it was nothing but pleasure in your body and you felt like a simple vessel, for feeling and giving. The giving felt otherworld, his precum tainting your sweaty palm as you jerked him relentlessly, giving him everything in you that wasn’t being exerted in your ever powerful grind against his thigh. 

“OH FUCK!” Peter cries out, hot cum painting your hand and his shirt as you milked him, your hips stuttering against him, egged on by watching the cum seep from his tip you fall too, your eyes trained on his face twisted in carnal expression of irrefutable pleasure, he was bursting with it, and it was under your skin, his pleasure and yours, it was in your blood as, your eyes rolled back like his had earlier as you released around his thigh, dampening your panties, your head falling onto his shoulder, teeth sinking into him, muffling your moans until you were simply panting. 

“That was good” Peter panted out, words coming out in puffs as you pulled back, looking him in the eye, squinting at his words. 

“Good? That was amazing and you know it” you affirm, patting his chest lightly as you rolled off of him, wiping his cum on his shirt as you returned your focus to the show. “You gonna let me watch my show now?”

“Mhmm” he was soft and fucked out, hair somehow becoming frazzled, he looked adorable, slightly like a ruffled seagull and you couldn’t deny his cuteness, or his cuddles, letting him curl into your body as his eyes flutter shut. 

um...i hope you like it, i know its not my best but yeah...enjoy!

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