#we stan a soft sir

[squiddy-god]

belphie makeing out hcs (sfw and nsfw)

Look man I'm down bad and I don't wanna here a damn thing- also since this is part of the last batch of fics ⚠︎REQUEST ARE OPEN⚠︎ my pined post has the rules and a link to my fandom list as well as master lists so PLEASE send in request!

Sfw, NSFW under cut, older fic etc etc

belphie is only 99% “human” in his human form 

So in his human form belphies tongue is still longer than average, but in his demon form? Ho boy, belphie has a cow tongue, it's also spotted in his demon form 

Belphie likes to start out with slow lazy kisses on your jaw and the corners of your lips, it almost always starts that way

A lazy kiss on your jaw, a sleepy kiss on the corner of your mouth, a kiss to your lips that's slightly too hungry to be innocent 

Likes to be close to you when you make out and it also usually happens after he wakes up from a nap so the most common positions are ;

 you you laying on his chest with your legs straddling his hips, his hand on your butt and the other threaded threw your hair and pushing down slightly 

Or, your laying down and he's straddling your hips, arms wrapped tightly around your waist pulling you up slightly and flush against his chest as he pushes your head against the soft pillows 

Of course there are times at night when belphie is wide awake, most of the time when this happens, your sitting in his lap while his arms are laily wrapped around you

You've made out in the corners, under the stairs, in dark halls, any place in RAD that isn't completely public. This is mainly because 1) he wants to piss off lucifer 2) if he cant sleep between class then he’ll make out with you and 3) other demons need to know their place, your HIS. 

Not as slopy as some of the other brothers but he's one who likes to lick you a lot, he’ll pull your head back and slowly drag his tongue along your neck nice and slow, making sure that it leaves a trail of his saliva before hes right back to claiming your mouth

Gotta make sure other demons can smell him on you 

Belphie has wandering hands when you make out they definitely like to roam and grope at whatever he can, weather that be your ass or squishing your thighs, belphies hands roam 

When his hands aren't roaming wild their threaded thru your hair and gripping your lower back/butt 

Nsfw below cut 

Almost nothing makes his dick harder then seeing you gag on his tongue 

He loves to see you all flushed and drooling slightly as you moan and gag around his tongue 

Kinda gives him a power trip knowing he can make you so flushed and needy just from this

 He likes it when he can pound into you and not break the kiss, his cock shoving into you while his thick tongue claims your mouth 

Sometimes he cant resist and he’ll fuck you in a closet at RAD, what is he suposed to do? Not get rock solid while you moan and gasp from just a kiss (and ur grabby hands sir)

The kinda guy to cum in your mouth and proceed to still makeout with you because he literally doesn't care (we stan a man who gives smooches after head)

If your sitting on his lap then you can feel his erection poke your thigh, if hes stradaling you then his knee is between you legs and m-maybe he’ll hump you a little (or if you let him, until he cums

[lkfarrout]

Mean (Stan x fem!Reader) 18+

Summary: At your request, Stan brings one of his special skills - putting on an act - into the bedroom

Warnings: Smut/NSFW, a little rough, some degrading dialogue, but lots of consent

18+! Minors, do not interact.

"You dirty girl, are you really gonna cum right here on my fingers?" All you could do was nod and whimper. Stan had been slowly teasing you with his hands for nearly five minutes. This wasn't exactly what you had meant when you asked him earlier if he could try to be a little mean this time, although he had the degrading tone mastered, that was undeniable.

The last several months of slow, loving, sensual sex and pet names had been amazing - but you'd seen how cocky and quick on his feet this con-man could be, and you were ready for more. Stan had been happy to oblige your request, but you were starting to consider that maybe he didn't quite understand the assignment. The meanest thing he'd done so far was not let you remove his pants after his shirt came off.

Just as his pace increased and he was about to send you over the edge, it all stopped. In one swift movement, his touch abandoned you, and he was standing, hands up in the air, with the smuggest look imaginable.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that, I'd love to keep going, but," he smirked and looked down at the very obvious bulge showing through his slacks, "somethin' came up."

You pulled yourself up into a seated position on the bed. Oh finally, here we go, you thought, barely able to contain your excitement.

Stan ran one hand through this thick gray hair and used the other to tug on the front of his, now very tight, pants. "You see what ya did to me? Got anything to say for yourself?" The terrible ache between your legs only grew as you watched him, eager to learn what sort of scenario he had concocted for you. You bit your lip to hide your smile.

With his arms now crossed, he came forward until he towered over you. You found your gaze still low, and resisted reaching for his zipper. He asked, serious as ever, "Well?"

Trying your best to look remorseful, you let out a soft, "Sorry, Stan."

You suddenly found youself looking him in the eye, as his large hand lifted your chin and he leaned in close. "That's sir to you." His stern voice juxtaposed the loving look in his eyes.

"Sorry, Sir."

He released your chin and stepped back while smiling with the corner of his mouth.

"You're sorry, huh?" He began to unbutton his pants as he spoke, and soon they were on the floor. "Why don't ya come fix what you did, if you're so sorry?"

You obediently lowed yourself onto your knees in front of his cock - it glistened with precum just inches from your face. You took it in your mouth, but not too deep. Even so, just the feeling of your tongue teasing his tip made Stan struggle to choke back a groan and stay in character. His heavy hand found it's way to your head.

"C'mon, you can suck cock better than that, can't ya?" He slowly pushed his hips into you until his entire shaft was enveloped in your lips. You closed your eyes as you bobbed forward and back, but Stan commanded, "Look at me."

Your eyes met his for only a moment before closing again -- you knew he needed an excuse to change things up, he wouldn't last much longer otherwise. His grip on your hair tightened a bit and he reiterated, "I said look at me."

You repeated your little ruse and, as expected, he pulled you up off of him.

"Don't wanna do what you're told, huh? Suit yourself." Before you knew it, he had you bent over the bed with a firm hand on your ass. Your pussy practically throbbed in anticipation of what was coming. But before you got what you wanted, Stan leaned in very close to your ear, and in a most gentle whisper asked, "You doin' okay, sweetie?" You reassured him with an eager nod. "Atta girl," he planted a soft peck on your cheek before returning to position.

"Now, I'm gonna show ya what happens when you don't listen to me." The return of his voice to the gruff, stern tone made you tremble. As he spoke, his hand made a small circle on your ass cheek. He pulled back and you gripped the sheets to brace yourself as his large palm found it's way back with a loud smack.

"You gonna do what I say now?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl, now get on your back for me," he helped you flip over to lay on your back, fully exposed to him as he stood at the side of the bed.

With both hands on your hips, he slid you down toward him until you could feel the length of his shaft pressed against you. A soft moan escaped you lips at the contact, and Stan immediately placed a finger over your mouth.

"Did I say you could make noise?"

You shook your head, and he gently ran his thumb along your bottom lip.

"Now suck," he commanded.

Your lips enveloped his thumb while he lined himself up and slowly thrusted his way inside of you. His now wet thumb found its way to your clit and began making small circles, while his other hand held firmly on your hip.

His girth stretched you out wonderfully and you stifled your noises, his own heavy breathing and groans making it all the more difficult to stay quiet. He pumped in and out, and as his pace increased, so did the warmth and pressure building inside you.

You decided you'd played along for long enough, and began to moan in rhythm with his movements.

As punishment, he removed his hand from your clit and placed it over your mouth instead.

"If ya want me to-- mmm," he panted, "let you finish, you have to be quiet."

He was still thrusting, however, and that was more than enough for you. You came, and as wave after wave of pleasure came over you, your muffled though audible moans fought against his heavy hand.

"I thought I told you to stay-- oh," he sighed and his voice turned soft and breathless. He removed his hand from your mouth and used it to hold himself up.

"Oh, sweetie," he thusted in one final time and you felt the hot spurt of his release inside you, "I-- I love you."

He laid beside you to catch his breath and you cuddled up on him, wrapping an arm around his chest. "I love you too, Stan."

"Sorry 'bout breaking character at the end. Other than that, how'd I do?"

"Hmmm," you pretended to think, "How about one more take?"

"Ha!" Stan let out a hearty laugh, "Ask me again tomorrow."

This was my first time writing smut, I hope it's not too cringe! I realize there's not much of a lead-up, but hey, porn without plot right?

[gretavanlace]

Debauchery Defined

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, masturbation, dirty talk, dangerous situations, oral sex (m/rec), illegal activity (traffic related), etc. jake in a hat briefly - cause that shit deserves a warning. Probably typos, excessive italics as per usual, blah blah blah

“I’m sorry, sir, I have nothing under the name of Kiszka.”

The bored attendant, slouched upon a stool beneath an Enterprise sign, doesn’t even have the decency to sound mildly apologetic.

The sign is bright. Too bright for the hour. Too bright for the weary, sleep deprived, burn in your eyes. Just too bright.

Judging by the furrow in his brow, despite his ever present sunglasses, Jake shares your contempt for the fluorescent glow.

“I made a reservation days ago.” You reiterate, spelling his last name once more. Turns out, it’s a lesson in futility, as the clerk doesn’t even bother to type it in.

“I told you,” he snaps, fixing you with a glare. You sense he thinks it reeks of authority. It doesn’t. “There’s no rental reservation. Spell the name all night long if you feel like it, but it isn’t going to change anything.”

Jake, in a smooth rush, is leaned in closer - serpentine and quick in his movement. Yet, calculated, careful, eerily calm in that unsettling way he adopts when irritation is trudging toward anger.

His warning comes quietly, but it bears a menacing aura all the same. “Speaking to her that way is ill advised, I can promise you that.”

Your hand finds his arm, stroking soothingly through the worn hopsack of the blazer he layered on, hours ago, before your flight. “Jake, it’s alright.”

Never aggressive just for show, and certainly never overtly so, when Jacob feels someone is crossing a line with you, he is quick to polish his armor - a knight sweeping in to save his damsel in distress.

He relaxes visibly beneath your touch and navigates back to civility with a deep breath.

“Alright…” he flicks a glance at the name tag that rests crookedly on the other man’s shirt “Tyler. So you don’t have the reservation - we need a car. You have cars. Simple. Why is this an issue?”

He’s tired, and cranky…a long day of travel has leeched the patience from his bones.

Tyler, likely used to overwhelmed travelers frequenting the airport kiosk, remains unimpressed. “I have one available vehicle. Luxury class. Reserved for our most discerning clients.”

Jake rolls his eyes, clearly teetering on the edge of asking this asshole if he’d like to taste the back of his hand. “As it happens, I am discerning. How lucky for us. We’ll take it.”

Papers are signed, keys are exchanged, and finally, you’re schlepping through the hall leading to Parking garage B7, as instructed.

“Luxury for discerning clients.” He scoffs, hefting his bag, and yours, over his shoulder, though you continue to insist you can share the load.

His battered guitar case swings against his legs as he stomps along, “What an asshole. S’probably some boat of a Lincoln or something…I’m gonna look like a pimp.”

The wide-brimmed hat cocked low over his shades will be most fitting, then, won’t it?

Laughing at his dramatics - not so different from his twin, after all - you watch the doors whoosh open to reveal a deserted sea of concrete. Deserted that is, save for one lone sports car waiting beneath a flickering light.

You both stop short. “Or a frat boy douchebag.”

“Frat boys can’t afford cars like that.” You correct, nudging him to get moving.

He picks up the pace dutifully, “So, just a douchebag, then?”

“Yes, yes, Jacob…you’re very refined and everybody knows it.” You tease, ever the soft heart for his antiquated flare. “If anyone sees you, we’ll just explain that your horse and buggy are in the shop.”

His eyes rove across the lines of the car as you approach. Slyly sweeping over the glossy, black curves, almost hidden below the mysterious shadow of his hat.

“I’ll drive.” He mutters as if it’s no big deal, startling your feet to a standstill.

Never, not once, in the entirety of all the time you’ve known him has he ever offered to drive. In fact, now that you’re exploring the subject, you don’t think you’ve ever even seen him so much as graze a finger over a steering wheel.

“Do you…” you pause to collect your jumbled thoughts. “Do you even have a driver’s license?”

It seems strange, all at once - that you’ve never wondered about this before.

“What?” He laughs, finally shaking off the annoyance he’s been wearing on his shoulders for a few too many hours.

You wait while he presses a button on the key fob, opening the trunk with a smooth hiss, asking “well, do you?” as he dumps the bags, and his Gibson, inside.

You’ve seen him present identification hundreds of times, but you can’t recall it ever being anything but his passport.

“Purse in the boot or up front with you, darling?” He asks with an exaggerated swagger and flourish.

“Stop avoiding the question, Jacob.” You sigh, folding your arms as he slings your purse over his shoulder, abandoning Oliver, and moving to open the passenger side door for you. “Do you or don’t you?”

He waits until you’ve settled and then bends at the waist, offering a forehead kiss, and a secret. “I don’t. You wanna break a few rules with me, hall monitor?”

You feel your eyes widen as if he’s just confessed to casual murder for sport.

But you tamp it down and take hold of some perspective, this isn’t murder. Still, you don’t like it.

“Jake, don’t drag me into your debauchery. If you want to endanger the lives of hundreds of unsuspecting motorists, you can do it alone.”

In response, he swings the door closed and jogs around the sloping, gleaming hood, slipping into the driver’s seat, gentle and sleek as a sleepy housecat.

“I never said I didn’t know how to drive, baby,” he tosses his hat in the back and shakes out his waves, “just that I failed to revisit the DMV when ‘the man’ said my time was up.”

“This is stupid.” You slide down in your seat, careful not to reveal how much you’re enjoying the supple leather coasting along the backs of your thighs where your shorts have ridden up.

The opulence is an undeniable high. One you wouldn’t have expected, but there all the same.

He grins to himself, face lit up, beautiful and bright, like a little boy in a toy store. “Debauchery,” his voice is smooth as whipping cream. Smoky. Lazy. Like he plays behind the wheel of a flashy Porsche every day. “Immoral behavior that involves sex, drugs, alcohol, etcetera.”

“What?” You’ve begun to relax already. He is skillfully maneuvering the vehicle through the twists and turns of the garage. Okay, so maybe he does know how to drive.

“Debauchery. That’s what it means. It isn’t this.” He waves a hand, absently calling attention to the car. “But don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, my love. I’ll have you dragged down into the thick of it soon enough.”

Leaning back against the headrest, you decide to give into his whim and enjoy the ride. It’s lovely to be able to strip off the stress of the day and let him take over the department of transportation, for once.

As you study him, with the hum of the road and the purring engine serving as white noise, you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Jacob Kiszka,” you allow your grin to widen as it will, “I never would’ve guessed you’d be such a guy.”

He grabs for your hand, pleased that - as luck would have it - he has been blessed behind the wheel of an automatic…the absence of a gear shift leaves him open to holding onto you, and you are his favorite thing to hold.

“What are you on about?” Oliver pops in to say hello again, as is habit when Jake feels a bit too on the spot.

“Never once have you wanted to drive,” you remind him, lacing your fingers through his. “No matter how many times I tease you for being a passenger princess. Wave one fast car with a pretty paint job under your nose and you’re swimming in testosterone.”

A soft laugh is his only response as he coaxes out onto the freeway.

“You look good behind the wheel, baby. You know that?” Your free hand toys with a lock of his hair, smoothing it and twirling it around your pinky.

“I look good, always.” he sighs, feigning boredom as he weaves in and out of traffic to find his desired lane.

The further away from the hub of the city you drive, the more traffic begins to dissipate, until you seem to be adrift along some dystopian highway time has forgotten.

“How long?” You ask softly.

Staring out the window at the scenery whipping by sounds lulling, you might even fall asleep to it, but you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from him, and this calm, capable, skill set you never knew he possessed.

How like him to keep you on your toes, sharing bits and pieces of himself little by little. Doling out tiny Jacob Thomas shaped morsels only when he sees fit.

“Who cares how long?” He glances up at nothing in the rear view mirror. “This is nice.”

“It is.” You agree. Allowing the silence to wrap up warmly around you both again.

You watch him. And you watch him. And you watch him some more.

And you’d help it, if you could. Honest. The timing is most inappropriate. Not to mention, likely a little dangerous, but something about watching him command all that power beneath his hands has you weak. Submissive. Needy.

In moments of weakness in the dark, you’ve confessed that you feel the same watching him play. The way he makes love to his well worn and loved guitar. The way he coaxes sex soaked wails and whines from the strings, working his fingers faster and faster along the frets until the climax crashes apart, exploding into sound where there once was quiet.

The way he talks to her, the way he loves her. The way he knows her body just a little better than he knows yours, or even his own. It all makes you a bit jealous in the most decadent way. It makes you eager to showcase your worth as well, to sink to your knees in service to this god walking around amongst men.

He holds a brand new power and you want to slink into his lap and mewl like a kitten starved for attention. Instead, you settle for moving in closer, brushing a feathery kiss against his neck, nuzzling into the crook of it, unabashedly brazen with your want.

“Hello, my love.” His eyes never stray from the road, but his hand wanders your thigh, welcoming you. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m wet.” It’s a simple admission, but the way you hush it in his ear causes his cock to stir. It takes so little from you to pluck at his edges until he’s unraveling at the seams.

“Why’s that?” He adjusts in his seat, spreading his thighs just enough to make your head spin. “All I’m doing is driving a car. Is that all it takes?”

“Sometimes.” You sound pouty. It’s hardly there at all, but he hears it and he loves it. His spoiled rotten sweetheart.

“Well, I’m a little busy, love.” He slides his hand higher, silently wishing you had chosen a skirt today. “But you go on and be sweet to that pretty pink place I love so well. I miss your pussy, baby…it’s been such a long day. Miss the way you feel, the way you smell, the way you taste. I want you all over my face, fuck. Touch yourself.”

“Right here in the car?” You suck his earlobe into your mouth and the nibble over it as if he is an indulgent treat, because he is.

“Yeah.” He nods, grip tightening around the steering wheel, “Right here in the car.”

Maybe some other time you might toy with him a bit, dangle the string just out of his reach, but you’re further off track than he is at this point, so you shimmy out of your shorts and slide out of your sandals to rest your toes on the dash. Your knees fall apart as your fingers disappear into your panties with the tiniest moan when your fingers brush over your clit.

“Aren’t you such a good girl?” He pats at your thigh in praise, burying his grip into the soft, warm flesh there. Filthy, fucking dirty little thing, touching her pretty, wet cunt in a car we don’t even own just because I asked. So good, baby. Who’s my well behaved, darling girl?”

Sometimes you think his need to praise you rivals your own deep-rooted lust for receiving it.

“I’m your good girl.” You breathe, writhing slowly in your seat, drawing in the scent of sex and Italian leather, laced with the faintest hint of his cologne. It has faded with the hours, handing the spiced teakwood over to something a little more Jake…this is when you love it best.

“Then be my good girl and come over here. Come see me, sweetheart.” He extends an arm, casually inviting you in. You know what he wants, and you plan to give it to him.

For a moment, you're both illuminated in the golden glow of headlights traveling along across the median…he looks like the slickest snake masquerading as an angel. A serpent in the garden, ever tempting and cunning.

It’s all a front, as you well know. A role he plays when he wants to make you quake with desire. His heart is soft and kind, ever mindful of others, ever stuffed full of unending empathy and thoughtful love.

Unbuckling your seatbelt with a click that makes him frown, you slide over to the very edge and toy with the clasp of his belt, panting hot little puffs of breath against his flushed cheek, if only to stir him up further.

“You want that?” He lifts into your touch so you can feel how hard he is, all for you.

“Yeah,” tiny pecks of your lips chart his jawline. “Yeah, I want that.”

“Say it.” His fingers are in your hair now, curling into a loose fist near the nape of your neck, pushing you down. “Say you want my cock. Say where you want it.”

You’re hurrying now, tenderly fumbling with the buckle, hungry and desperate for it. “I want your cock, Jake. Want it in my mouth…in my throat.”

“Fuck…” it growls out of him strangled and tangled up with hot, salacious, greed. “C’mon, baby.”

You long to preen with pride; he wants it so badly, so suddenly - but there are more pressing matters at hand.

Both hands on the wheel now, he watches as you sink down around him, swallowing him so deeply, and with no real warm up, that you gag, sucking him down further anyway as you retch and sputter around his length, throat both fighting the intrusion and pining for more of it.

“Slow down.” His warning grits out through his teeth. He didn’t want to say it at all, slow is the last thing he wants. He wants to float off into it, stare focused and sure on the road, thoughts lost in the way you sound fighting around his cock, sucking and lapping over him, dying for just a little more, just another taste….

You shake your head adamantly, sending your soft, wet tongue slicking back and forth just along the base, nearly nudging at his balls as they tighten up for you. Every reaction his body hands over is all for you. Always for you.

“Fuck, baby,” his right hand drops to pet at your glossy hair as he fucks up into your kiss. “Gonna make me cum in that pretty little mouth. Feels so fuckin’ good. You want it?”

Nodding urgently, you bury your nose into the soft path of hair that trails below his belly button, choking until your throat is squeezed around him, strangling the thick head of his throbbing cock.

He’s twitching against your lips now, straining and pulsing, fucking throbbing. Obscene and depraved. Perfect.

“M’close, baby,” he’s murmuring raspy, stuttering, pleas as his grip tightens until your scalp stings blissfully. “Keep going, just like that, so close…baby, baby, baby, fuck…”

He’s whining and babbling, broken curses and hissing encouragement that barely makes sense. You couldn’t love it more.

Hollowing your cheeks, you suck hard on the updrawn and then relax your throat, plunging him straight to the back of it in one harsh go with a guttural sound that makes his thighs jerk.

You feel the slight hitch in the gas as he loses his footing on the pedal, and soothe him with a palm swept under his shirt until you can feel his heart hammering against your palm.

He regains focus - you can feel it - and then whispers a soft, “Thank you, sweet girl.” Grateful that your wits have prevailed when his own were waning.

You linger at the base, licking at what you can with his heavy weight cradled in your tongues embrace. He flexes violently, and you brace for it, gluttonous for the warmth of his release, and with a groan and gasp of your name, he doesn’t disappoint.

“Gonna cum, baby,” oh, he sounds so pretty. Trotting out the tiny whimpers that are saved for when he’s really lost in it. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, dontstopdontstopdontstop, fuck fuck fuck—“

Your taste buds dance with him, alive with the delicacy that is Jacob. So warm and perfect, covering your tongue, rolling down your throat, until you can feel him inside you, really inside you, in the way you love most.

He’s a mess above you, but you carry on until he is whining with overstimulation and begging you to stop, lightly pulling you away until you can just barely lap over his glistening tip as he softens against his splayed open pants.

You know he’s thinking of all the ways he plans to return the favor when he can properly get his hands on you, but as he catches his breath beside you and steals glances at you tucking his beautiful cock away, you feel completely, totally, blissfully, satisfied.

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[youryurigoddess]

The stuff dreams are made of, or the interesting case of Anthony J. Crowley

We’ve talked a bit about Crowley’s trauma and his way of reclaiming the narrative in the past, but it’s time for some deep dive into the story he’s trying to tell. A story that meanders through the fabric of time and space, slightly changing with the human fashion trends, but slowly and surely bringing the demon closer to a certain angel like the red thread of fate.

1793

Some stories start in a garden, some even Before the Beginning, but this one starts with an Arrangement. Or, to be precise, a little bit after that.

See, most of the iterations of Crowley we saw throughout the history until then didn’t delve too deep into human cultural tropes. If anything, they were the inspirations behind more or less prominent biblical figures, maybe some nameless villains matching his demonic provenance and role assigned to him by his employers.

But in the hustle and bustle of the revolutionary Paris, Crowley emerges as a prototype of the Scarlet Pimpernel — a chivalrous Englishman who rescues aristocrats before they are sent to the guillotine. Stan Lee famously called him “the first character who could be called a superhero”.

Sir Percy Blakeney, the main character of the novel and the West End play under the same title, leads a double life. Appearing as nothing more than a wealthy fop, in reality he’s a formidable swordsman, a quick-thinking master of disguise and an escape artist. Even his own wife, Marguerite, has no idea.

Unfortunately Marguerite is being blackmailed with her brother’s life to find and expose the wanted Pimpernel. She regrets betraying her husband the moment she's forced to do it and spends the rest of the plot working to save him. She does, they make up, and return together to England.

In Aziraphale and Crowley’s case there was just a short stop for crêpes. But what seems to be an inspiration of a specific scene might as well come up later in the wider perspective of the show, so keep in mind those fragments of the musical’s libretto:

We all are caught in the middle

of one long treacherous riddle.

Can I trust you?

Should you trust me too?...

We shamble on through this hell

taking on more secrets to sell

'til there comes a day

when we sell our souls away.

We seek him here, we seek him there,

Those Frenchies seek him everywhere!

Is he in heaven? Is he in hell?

Where is that damn elusive Pimpernel!

1941

The London Blitz is when we see a full-fledged iteration of the superhero Crowley performing dashing and heroic deeds under the literal cover of darkness and air bomb smoke. In a bespoke double-breasted suit and a fedora — still free from the unfortunate modern connotations from the internet culture — he’s clearly channeling Humphrey Bogart as a private investigator Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon (1941) now.

It all starts with a woman and a simple plan gone wrong: Spade’s partner is shot dead, just like the man he was supposed to be tailing upon the request of a mysterious Miss Wonderly. And when a very soft-looking, sweet-scented man named Joel Cairo appears in his office willing to pay a hefty price for a "black figure of a bird", Spade starts not only a new job, but also his own quest for truth.

On the surface, The Maltese Falcon ends happily: the killer gets caught, and the hero winds up with the Falcon. But Spade's victory is completely hollow. The Falcon itself, originally meant as a symbol of loyalty, transforms into a symbol of a corrupting, futile, and self-destructive greed that makes people betray their own loyalties.

The treasure is just a worthless forgery and he’s fallen in love with the criminal — one of the first femmes fatales on screen. Despite his feelings for her and a kiss, Spade gives her up and submits the statuette as evidence, describing it as "the stuff that dreams are made of".

Remember the eagle lectern? The eagle was believed to be flying highest in the sky and therefore closest to heaven, symbolizing the carrying of the word of God to the four corners of the world. Aziraphale in the 1941 church scene is the closest to Heaven we’ve seen him on Earth. Just look at him: dressed in a smart, well-fitted coat with peaked lapels, symbolizing his Heavenly allegiance, and doing good this time not as a work assignment, but of his own accord. Being the closest to Heaven means the furthest and most unattainable for a demon like Crowley.

The Maltese Falcon is a metaphor for unattainability — things out of reach to desire and fight for, although never truly possess. It’s “the stuff that dreams are made of”. But Crowley secured the original — made of gold and encrusted with jewels, but hiding its real value under black enamel — eerily reminiscent of the demon himself and the unending kindness behind his inappropriately tight black clothing.

Quoting Michael Ralph — the production mastermind behind Good Omens — from the S01E04 “Saturday Morning Funtime” DVD commentary, “We wanted to tip our hat to the Maltese Falcon as being a precious object that no-one thought really exists but it does”. So we can safely assume that Crowley can and will achieve his dream in the future.

1967

Do you know what else happens in 1941 in Scotland? Ian Fleming, a British naval intelligence agent, meets with the famous occultist Aleister Crowley and asks him to lead the interrogation of newly imprisoned Rudolf Hess — a leading member of the Nazi Party in Nazi Germany appointed Deputy Führer — given the two men’s shared enthusiasm for the occult.

This meeting has a significant impact on Fleming’s work as a writer; Aleister Crowley becomes the inspiration for his first villain Le Chiffre and creates a blueprint for most of the James Bond’s franchise ever since 1953, the publication date of the novel Casino Royale.

Meanwhile our Anthony J. Crowley believes in himself not being the villain he’s usually and sometimes forcefully painted as, but a superhero in disguise. The character of James Bond in particular inspires him so much that he buys petrol to get the limited You Only Live Twice (1967) window decals for his Bentley, dons his own tactical turtleneck, and sets off to organize a heist like no other. Sean Connery style.

Like a typical superhero, Crowley’s once again both saved and betrayed by his love interest. Aziraphale leaves him with a thermos of Holy Water, a faint smile, and a hope that they’ll soon match their speeds to meet halfway at the Ritz. The cancelled heist is not an ending, but a promise of a new beginning. And the fact that UK decriminalizes homosexual acts in the very same year is more than telling in this regard.

2019

An exceptional situation calls for exceptional solutions, and what’s more important than the impending Apocalypse? Demon Crowley does his best to put the arsenal of his 20th century film inspirations to good use.

"Ask yourself, do you feel lucky?" Crowley drawls, clearly imitating (although slightly misquoting) the titular Dirty Harry (1971). He’s hoping to be menacing and making the point of being the one on the right side of the law and history.

Some situations require more than quoting action heroes is not everything though. He knows what to do:

A jeep was heading purposefully towards the gate, and it looked as though it was crowded with people who were about to shout questions and fire guns and not worry about which order they did this in.

[Crowley] brightened up. This was more what you might call his area of competence.

He took his hands out of his pockets and he raised them like Bruce Lee and then he smiled like Lee Van Cleef.

'Ah,' he said, 'here comes transport.'

When in doubt, Crowley acts. He transforms into a combination of a stoic martial arts phenomenon and a sardonic, menacing character. His smile alone — even on Aziraphale’s angelic face, as seen in one of the final cut scenes — seems to be enough to ward off evil spirits, angels, and humans alike.

But we all know that even as breathtaking performances as those can’t protect anyone from the cogs of the Heavenly machine and its plans.

2023

No wonder that Crowley’s tactical turtleneck comes back in style after mere four years of retirement with a self-introduction “Former Demon, hated by Heaven, loathed by Hell. How will our hero cope?”. Something has changed during this time; he’s more mature now, not playing pretend by hiding behind the usual veneer of sarcasm and movie quotes anymore. Finally comfortable with the fact that this is his own story and there’s no need to become anyone else than himself.

The bookshop fire and the Heavenly trial still seem to haunt the demon in a way that makes him realize what all humans know: that every hero is his own biggest enemy. His ultimate dream might effortlessly change into his greatest nightmare any moment now, and the only thing he can do about it is hover in a two-minute distance from the epicenter of his feelings. But Crowley has no time to work on it when a new mission appears, to protect his angel from Gabriel and the combined powers of Heaven and Hell. Even if this — rather ostentatiously — is the last thing he wants to think about at the moment.

Crowley tries to plan ahead, while his story slowly warps into a different genre due to Aziraphale’s interruptions. He eventually changes back into his usual Henley shirt after agreeing to swap places and guarding the bookshop while the angel is off to Edinburgh, collecting more clues. Did he finish his personal quest off-screen? Did he just give up on it in the whirlwind of matchmaking shenanigans? Remains to be seen.

In the S2 finale our master of disguise in yet another turtleneck proves that he can successfully infiltrate even the universe’s back office. We don’t know where he drives off in the end, but one thing is certain — he’s got a plan. And a world (and his dream) to save, like a superhero he is.

[kai-anderson-whore]

In the office (Stan bowes x fem reader) smut

Summary: Stan bowes is your boss and one day in the office everything changed

Warnings: smut, mentions of a divorce, blowjob, fingering, p in v sex, reader having sexual relations with their boss

Word count:1,6k

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You walked into your bosses office with a pile of paperwork on your arms, with a soft sigh your knuckles knocked on the hard wood of the door waiting on your boss Stan Bowes to allow you in.

"Come in" his voice echoed through the other end of the door you turned the handle peering through the door, "Mr Bowes I have the paperwork you asked for" you smiled politely your skirt was shorter than usual Stan noticed making him feel hot.

"Just put them there y/n thank you" he smiled trying to hide the boner he got as you placed the paperwork on the desk your cleavage slightly exposed yet leaving Stan wanting more, you didn't do it intentionally funny enough you were running late for work and threw on the first things you could find what happen to be a bit small for you.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Mr Bowes?" You asked standing straight back up. Smoothing out your shirt Stan stared at you with an intense gaze making you nervous. "Yes there is infact y/n shut the door over I've got something to say" he instructed You nodded your heels clicking as you walked over closing the heavy tall door.

"Yes Mr bowes?" You asked wondering what he wanted to say. You noticed the mood shift in the room your breathing got heavy as Stan smirked noticing your nervousness. "Do I make you nervous?" He asked Standing up from his chair.

"N-no sir" you said with shocked eyes, your boss never asked anything like this before. but your boss just chuckled at your answer. "You sure y/n it seems like I do why's that?" He questioned further.

'Fuck' you mentally cursed yourself. End of the day Stan did make you nervous he's your boss end of the day. But he was a understanding boss and was kind you couldn't take that away from him, he was fair.

Stan stepped closer to you face inches away. "Do you know what I think it is" he said his hot breath fanning your face making you grow hotter for your boss. "What?" You asked.

"I think it's because you want me to fuck you am I right or wrong?" His theory wasn't wrong at all. You had the hots for your boss since you started working for him. Many late nights you would spend thinking about him.

You blushed nodding your head "yes" your voice barely above whisper. "Then why don't we make it happen" he suggested his lips inching closer to your red stained ones till they met. You dreamt of this moment for so long and it felt better than you had imagined.

"Wait" you said pulling away your hand on his chest. "Your married Mr Bowes we can't" you said feeling guilty. "Actually not for long we're divorcing" he informed you furrowed your brows "Oh Stan I'm sorry" you sympathised placing a gentle hand on his arm comforting him.

"It's alright I was the one that filed for the divorce anyway" he shrugged his eyes darting from your own then to your lips. You grew impatient with the constant back and forth you decided to take this into your own two hands. Bumching onto his suit jacket bringing him closer smashing your red stained lips on his own.

Stan was shocked at your sudden action but responded to your lips. His hand on your waist holding you close. Your hands letting go of the jacket and resting on his chest. Stans hands roamed lower resting on your ass giving the covered flesh a squeeze earning a moan from you.

You pulled away again only this time dipping to your knees. Your fingers fumbling with his belt buckle, unzipping the zip of his suit pants pulling them off. You gulped seeing his erection through the white briefs he wore underneath.

Your fingers dipped into the waistband of stans briefs pulling the fabric restraining him away. A sigh left stans lips as you wrapped your hand around his shaft stroking him. You took the tip in your mouth swirling your tongue around earning a groan from him. You felt the wetness drip from the warmth of your core, the lust building more for your own boss.

You knew deep down this was wrong but it was a little too late and you didn't really care. Your mind clouded within the heat of the moment working your warm wet mouth on Stan. Growing wetter by the second bearding those sweet moans leave his lips. "Fuck just like that keep going" he praised as you took him deeper in your mouth. Your tongue pressed flat against his shaft. His hand wrapped around your hair holding you close.

Continuing to push your head back and forth, occasionally kitten licking the reddish tip gaining a taste for the salty taste of pre cum. Your hand trailed down your body to your thighs eventually getting lost under your skirt circling your clit through your soaked panties. You moaned against stan's cock making him twitch in your mouth. You looked up at him through your mascara coated eyelashes that slightly ran down your blushed cheeks from the prickles of tears, you saw what could only be described as pure heaven.

Stan stood there with his eyes screwed shut, his chest heaving, the small beads of sweat decorating his forehead. And the sweet noises that left his lips. You felt him twitch in your mouth but Stan pulled away from your now swollen lipstick smudged lips making you furrow your brows in confusion.

"Stand up" he instructed you wasted no time getting up on wobbly legs. Stan guided you to the edge of his desk where there wasn't much of anything. Shrugging out your skirt, You pushed your body to sit on the cold wooden desk making shiver as the coldness came in contact with your hot skin.

Stan's hands roamed your thighs your breath hitched awaiting his next move. His hands got higher and higher till his thumb came in contact with your clit rubbing the bundle of nerves through your underwear. You bit your lip suppressing the moans desperate to escape your lips. "Come on let me hear you" Stan grinned moving the fabric of your panties to the side, pushing two fingers inside you.

You let out a gasp Stan wasted no time pumping his digits in and out you stretching you out slightly but enough to give you pleasure. "Oh fuck" you hissed. Stan used his other hand to unbuckle his belt allowing his trousers to fall down freeing his cock from his tight underwear. You gasped at the sight mouth watering with all the filthy thoughts that ran through your head that will become true.

He removed his fingers from your needy heat, teasing you with the tip collecting your arousal. You wriggled closer to Stan desperate for him. Stan bucked his hips up slowly entering into you. Your back arched against the wooden desk as he pushed himself further into you, blissfully stretching you out.

Your walls fluttered against stan's cock trying to adjust to his size. Stan had his lips back on yours, Stan pulled his hips back making your gasp against his lips he took this opportunity to deepen the kiss. Stan pulled away from your lips, his hips thrusting into you the desk moving with each hard thrust Stan delivered.

Your fingertips gripped the back of his blazer pinky adding more fire to his fuel. His thrust got harder and faster with each and every tug you gave to him. Your walls clenched around him your moans filled the office but you tried to suppress them by biting your lip once again, fearing that everyone will hear you.

"Come on let everybody know that your boss is fucking you real good" he grinned cockily. You didn't care if anyone could hear your mouth letting all those sinful voices out. Your ankles clamping together keeping Stan in place. All stan's paper work now over the floor but neither of you cared.

Sweat decorating stan's forehead, his hair tossled out its pristine way, he was a sight for sore eyes. Just picture perfect to you. The way he gripped onto your hips, eyes filled with lust and desire compared to the bored dull ones he usually has in work.

You felt dangerously close to the edge your walls fluttering against stan's cock. Your moans, the low grunts from Stan plus the sound of your hips meeting together was all that filled the office walls. Stan was truly intoxicating and you craved more.

Stan continues to thrust into you with a fast and hard pace, driving you crazy. “I’m so close” you panted out. Stan didn’t say anything but kept chasing both your highs, he was dangerously close to the edge as well the droplets of sweat decorating his forehead.

With just a few more thrusts you reached your climax, releasing all over stan’s cock. Your back arched as the most sinful moan left your lips triggering stan’s own orgasm. Your legs trembling at how hard you came undone, a moan coming from Stan like music to your ears.

Once you both calmed down Stan pulled out of you leaving you feeling empty, a whimper escaping your lips at the sudden loss of contact. Tucking himself back into his suit pants, you sat up with shaky legs fixing your attire properly. You were both silent but not awkward it was comfortable.

“I should get back to work mr bowes” you said trying to hide the crimson blush in your cheeks thinking about what you both previously did. “Take the rest of the day off, and tomorrow I want you back in here” Stan instructed. You let out a smile at the fact stan wanted to see you again, sure you worked with him he is your boss. “Okay thank you mr bowes”.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

A Patient Man Chapter 2

Summary: Sebastian swore to never fall for another co-star again. Until Y/N drops into his life.

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One week later

“Y/N!” Sebastian burst into her hotel room with the key card she gave him.  

“Seb!” she yelled back as she came out of the bathroom, her makeup artist and hairdresser finishing getting her ready for another day of interviews on the press tour.  He looked her over, her hair done in an intricate braid, her signature style on full display with her clothes and bright green wedges that made him wonder what she would look like with only them on.

“Wow, love, you look beautiful,” he breathed.  

She smiled, putting her earrings on, and looked him over as well.  “Thank you, honey,” he beamed at the pet name. “You look pretty snazzy yourself, sir.”  His eyes slightly widened at the second pet name, but he quickly recovered and gave her a smirk.  

“All for you, sweet cheeks.”

She giggled, her cheeks blushing a soft pink that he just wanted to kiss.  “You ready to go?” she asked, “We could walk down to the car together.”

“Yes!” Sebastian said a little too quickly.  

As they made their way down to the lobby, Sebastian got progressively more excited.  He had arranged a surprise for Y/N and couldn’t wait to see her reaction.  She seemed to notice his newfound giddiness and eyed him warily.  “What’s up with you?  Did you do something?”

He blushed and avoided her eyes, “No, why would you say that?” 

“Mhm,” she hummed, squinting her eyes at him and popping an eyebrow up in suspicion.  The elevator doors thankfully opened and he grabbed her hand to drag her out so they could get to the surprise more quickly.  

“Seb, what are you doing?  What’s going on—“  Y/N stopped suddenly when she saw who was in front of her. 

“Mama!” Lulu and Ollie screamed, running full sprint where they had been talking to their grandparents by the doors in the lobby.  Y/N immediately broke down into tears, sinking to her knees so she could catch them both.  They launched themselves into her arms and laughed as she squeezed them tight, kissing them all over their faces.  Sebastian had taken a step back to let them have a moment, watching the family reunion with a sappy smile on his face.  He heard a click and looked up to see a person catching the moment on their phone, smiling from both seeing some famous faces as well as the cuteness of the situation.  Sebastian decided to step in their line of sight to make it harder to record, and knelt down next to the kids.

“Was this a good surprise?” he asked tentatively as Y/N tried wiping away some of her tears, still holding her children as close to her as possible.  

Y/N looked at him with watery eyes, lower lip quivering, and shook her head affirmatively.  Lulu and Ollie noticed him. “Sebby!”  He smiled wide at them as they hurled themselves at him next, and he fell over from the force of the little bodies hitting him.  “Hey my munchkins!” he laughed as they climbed all over him, squeezing him as hard as they could.  

Y/N looked on smiling like an idiot, wiping the last of her tears away.  As Sebastian played with them she looked at her parents who had been flown in with the kids.  They both smiled at her and the kids loving Sebastian so much.  They were too young to remember their father very well, and she was happy that the kids had someone like a father figure to look up to and have back in their lives.  Y/N had been feeling the fluttering of emotions she hadn’t felt in over 2 years, and as much as it scared her, she couldn’t stop smiling at the scene before her.  

6 months later 

Sebastian Stan and Y/N are starring in a new movie together, again!  They’ve been looking very cozy lately and we’re wondering, is the chemistry on-screen translating to off-screen romance?  Y/N will be taking on a daring new role as a burlesque dancer turned nanny working for Sebastian’s character as a single dad to a young girl.  Will she be able to pull it off?  We can’t wait to see!

Sebastian couldn’t believe it when he had auditioned for the part, got the callback, and showed up for the screen tests that Y/N would be there as his co-star.  He had been silently ecstatic, trying to play it cool when he saw her there waiting.  Sebastian had been given the script by his agent and had liked the story, thinking it would be an interesting part to play in a more romantic comedy type of movie, taking a small break from the more intense characters he’d been playing over the past few years.  

He’d been in a romantic relationship with her character in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and had loved every minute of it, but now he was getting to play a different type of relationship with her that would turn romantic as well.  He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little too turned on by the fact that she would be doing a lap dance on him for a scene.  

“Alright my dudes, today is the day!” the director yelled out.  They had shot most of the movie already within the last few months and only had a week left.  Y/N had been practicing pole dancing and burlesque dancing for the role, and was getting pretty good at it.  This last week would be her shooting the burlesque scenes with Sebastian’s character at a burlesque club.  She actually quite enjoyed it, and her kids would go to the gym with her as she practiced and learned new moves.  Lulu liked to try swinging around on another pole as Y/N did her choreographed routine for the scene.  Sebastian had met them all once at the gym before going to a family dinner.  He had seen Y/N finishing up her routine, and had had to hide for a minute to get himself to calm down and make the bulge in his pants go away.  He didn’t know how he was going to handle the lap dance scene today.  There would be no acting in that scene on his part.  

“We’re shooting the scene that we’ve all been waiting for today,” the director went on.  Everyone started to “ooh” at Y/N as she stood there in her robe, and she cheekily posed although her cheeks were burning.  Sebastian had a few crew members give him a little nudges and wiggle their eyebrows at him.  He just smiled, trying not to let on how excited he actually was for today.  He looked at Y/N and could see that although she was putting on a nonchalant front she was extremely nervous.  They had been in close proximity and intimate situations with each other before for the previous movie, and she was generally a physical person, but this was a very different, much more sexually charged situation than what they had experienced together before.  

Y/N hadn’t been intimate with anyone since her husband died, and had barely dated recently, but it was never anything serious or physical.  Sebastian felt the protective urge to pull her away from the group, but the director was speaking again, giving a rundown of the schedule for the day.  It was all intimate moments today, and while Sebastian was excited, he knew he had to be patient with Y/N.  It would be a long day for her. 

They dove right into the pole dancing, where Sebastian’s single father character on a night out with his work friends is taken to a burlesque club and sees a dancer that he recognizes as his live-in nanny on the stage.  The director called action and Y/N took off with the music, getting lost in the resonant beats, her supple body sliding up and down the pole then slowly twirling to the floor where she started crawling along the small stage.  Sebastian was supposed to look surprised and slightly angry during this scene upon realizing the dancer is his nanny, but he felt like he was failing miserably.  He could feel his eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth hanging open, hands balled into fists to stop himself from palming the growing tent in his pants, willing himself to think of unattractive things to make it go away.  The other male actors in the scene were whooping and hollering as she interacted with those close to the stage, making him furious that they got to see her this way, that it wasn’t just all for him.  Finally the song ended and Y/N did her final move and posed, a coy smile on her face, and Sebastian remembered himself, quickly contorting his face into a scowl for the camera at the last second.  

“Cut!” the director yelled and started clapping as he went over to Y/N who was still sitting on the stage, moving to a more comfortable position, trying to cover herself a little more with her arms across her chest.  “You’re amazing, gorgeous, sublime, I can’t even handle it!” he exclaimed, making her smile slightly.  “We’re just gonna run it a couple more times to get more angles, then we should be done,” he said, taking her hands in his.  She smiled wider and said something quietly to him that made him laugh.  He then turned to Sebastian, who didn’t dare stand up yet.  “Very good, Seb,” he said as he walked over to where he sat, then when he was closer in earshot slyly said, “You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”  Sebastian blushed and looked away, finally getting the bulge to disappear from the embarrassment of the situation.  “It’s okay,” the director said quietly as Sebastian stood up, “but you should probably go talk to her, tell her she did a good job.  She’s feeling a little exposed.”  Sebastian immediately looked back to Y/N as a dresser was giving her the robe to cover herself again and the actors near her were giving her high fives, making him quickly walk over.  As he approached, Y/N started looking anywhere but him, giving him a glance here and there. 

“Hey Seb,” she said, looking down, adjusting the strap around the robe.  

“Hey hun,” he smiled slightly, “how are you feeling doing all this?”

Y/N shrugged, still playing with the strap on the robe.  Sebastian felt that protective surge come over him again and pulled her to the side away from everyone else.  

“Y/N, it’s okay to feel a bit awkward and exposed.  I did the first time I did a love scene,” he said quietly.  She looked up at him then, eyes tight and apprehensive.  

“Really?” she whispered.  

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled, putting his hands in his pockets.  “Being basically naked, tons of people and cameras watching and catching every little move you make, and the idea that millions of people would see it when the movie came out?  It was terrifying.”  He stepped a little closer, taking her hands off the strap she was still holding tightly.  He squeezed her hands and she squeezed his back.  “But you were amazing up there,” he murmured, his voice becoming more husky than usual.  “You have nothing to worry about.  People are going to love you in this movie and in this role. I know you feel a little weird right now, and that’s okay, it’s valid.  Just embrace it and the day will go by faster,” he then winked at her to lighten the mood.

Y/N giggled at that, and looked down at his hands again, giving them an extra hard squeeze before looking back up at him.  “I’m nervous about later today for our other scene,” she said softly.  

Sebastian furrowed his brow quizzically, “Why?  We’ve been in intimate scenes before.”

“Well yeah, but…” she started, then bit her lip.  Sebastian wished she wouldn’t do that, it was too sexy.  “Those other scenes were kissing and hugging and mostly mild compared to me giving you a fucking lap dance!”

He threw his head back in a laugh, and pulled her into a hug.  She slapped his chest as he laughed at her, but couldn’t help but to laugh along with him.  

“You got me there, sweetie,” he laughed, then gave her a kiss on the top of her head that barely reached just under his chin.  “But it’s going to be okay, it’s just me.  We can do this.”

Y/N sighed into his chest.  “I know we’ll be fine, I just…” she then pulled back and looked down.  “I haven’t actually been intimate with anyone for a while, so this feels kinda…big.”  

Sebastian’s heart broke for her then.  He gave her a small smile, and as her eyes started to well up with tears of anxiety he quickly cupped her cheeks and swiped under her eyes with his thumbs.

“Hey, just breathe okay?” he said quietly, moving forward and crouching slightly so he could put his forehead against hers as he held her face in his hands.  “You can trust me, okay?  It’s just me.  I’m sure you’re feeling anxiety and nerves, and probably a little scared, right?”  Y/N nodded as she gripped his wrists.  “That’s okay.  When we get to it, just focus on me and you, nobody else, got it?  Just you and me, babe.  Just you and me.”  He looked deeply in her eyes as she stared up at him.  She seemed to be looking for something as her eyes looked back and forth between his.  Her stare made him feel self-conscious but he didn’t dare look away, letting himself indulge in this little moment.  She seemed to like what she found as she blinked a couple times and then gave him a smile.  Sebastian smiled back at her as she gripped his wrists a little harder one more time, then rubbed the tip of her nose on his nose, making him laugh.  She would be okay.  He’d make sure of it.  

Later that night

It was time.  The lap dance scene was kicking off in a matter of minutes, the scenes leading up to it had been shot and her entrance into the room was done, now it was time for the actual dance.  Y/N had only practiced it on a chair with nobody in it or with the choreographer, and so far it didn’t feel as sexual to her as it was about to.  Y/N was wringing her hands, trying to keep her breathing even as Sebastian sat down in the chair in the middle of the private room in the burlesque club.  Sebastian looked over to her standing in the corner and lifted his hand up to her to come forward.  She quickly walked to him and put her hand in his outstretched one.  He smiled reassuringly at her and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb.  She puffed out a bit of air between her lips and smiled back at him.  He winked and pulled her closer so he could speak in her ear as the loud music was playing in the background.  

“Just remember to have fun and play along.  It’s you and me.  Just you and me,” he whispered so only she could hear.  His gravelly voice made Y/N shiver slightly, and she stood back up and winked at him.  He chuckled at that and let her hand go. 

“Everybody in position!  Let’s get this done and go home!” the director yelled over the music.  “Light check!  Good, sound check!  Good, good.  Now, Y/N, you ready?”

Y/N got in position, took a deep breath and let it out, then gave him the thumbs up.  “Great, and cue music!”

The moment the song “Touch It” by Ariana Grande came on, Y/N seemed to slip into her own little world.  She began to sway to the music, her hands gliding up her body and into her hair, tugging at her locks, then slipping her fingers through the strands and up above her head.  She seemed to almost be slithering her way towards Sebastian as she twirled.  She sank to her knees, then tipped her upper body forward so she was on all fours and began crawling towards him.  Even though they had gone over what she was going to do since the dance was choreographed and rehearsed, Sebastian still wasn’t prepared for just how erotic it would be.  Y/N finally reached him, touching his knees first to hoist herself up and after a few smooth moves lithely set herself on his lap.  He kept his hands in fists at his sides, both for the character he was playing and also for himself.  He wasn’t sure he’d be able to make his hands behave once he was allowed to touch her.  Right on cue she took his hands and set them on her hips, and he gripped them tightly, trying to ground himself in the moment.  She was a vision, with her hair slightly messy, a slight sheen of sweat on her brow and her bright lidded eyes looking at him hungrily.  He wanted so badly for that look to be real.  

At the rise of the music in one of the last choruses she reached up and ran her fingers through his longer hair that he had grown out for this movie.  She gave his hair a good tug, making his head fall back, and he couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled past his lips from how good it felt.  Y/N didn’t let it distract her and leaned forward and licked his exposed neck, giving his pulse point a nip, then rubbing her nose along his neck to the soft spot just below his ear and sucking it softly.  Sebastian was harder than he could ever remember being before.  Y/N finished her dance as the music died down, doing her choreographed last few moves, then slid off of him and made her exit from the room, her hips swaying in her tiny outfit.  

Sebastian didn’t dare move, his eyes blown wide as he watched her and his hands back into tight fists resting on his knees.  The music finally stopped and the lights went up again.  

“CUT!” the director screamed.  “Yes!  Yes, Y/N, that was amazing!” he praised her as she shyly came back through the door, arms covering her chest again as she fidgeted with the small shorts she had on.  He gave her a quick hug and then put his hands on her shoulders.  Sebastian felt a sting of jealousy towards the man for touching her, but still couldn’t move due to his painful, raging boner.  Y/N just smiled lightly at the director.  

“It was so good.  We’re just going to need you to sit on his lap and do some more dancing for a few more takes so we can get some more camera angles, k?  I know it's weird, but we’ll only be doing this for a little bit longer, I promise,” the director said quietly to her as the cameramen and sound people were moving everything around frantically trying to get to the next position.  Y/N just nodded resolutely.  The director looked over at Sebastian.  “You good with that?”  Sebastian just nodded as well, trying to shrug off that this delicious torture wasn’t over yet.

“Ok people, places!  Music!  ACTION!”

Y/N picked up the choreography right where the music started, and sat in Sebastian’s lap again.  She put his hands in position on her hips again, and ground down on his lap.  “Y/N!  If it’s okay, can Sebastian put his hands on your back and your butt?” the director yelled over the music.  Y/N’s body seemed to stutter for just a second, but she quickly recovered and pushed his hands down til they cupped her buttcheeks, giving his hands a squeeze to let him know it was okay.  Sebastian’s heart felt like it would literally leap out of his throat at any second, and his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of getting to touch her like this.  He knew it was wrong, but it felt so right, so he took advantage of the situation.  He only held her butt for a second before moving his hands up her back, fisting her tiny outfit in his hands to pull her closer to his body, pushing her down further onto his erection, trying to relieve some of the bulge with the friction.  Y/N’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping after feeling just how hard and large he was pressed up against her groin.  She gripped his shoulders as he pushed her closer, her nose bumping with his, and she felt herself get lost in the moment.  Forgetting the choreography, she just enjoyed the feeling of him against her, his large hands splayed across her back, his broad chest heaving with his deep breaths, her legs wrapped around his waist.  Y/N quickly collected herself as the music progressed into a pivotal chorus high note, and quickly ran her fingers through his hair again, pulling his head back.  This time the moan he let out rumbled in his chest and was much closer to her than the first time, and she trembled from the resonance of it.  She once again licked his neck along his pulse point, sucking the soft spot below his ear, and loved how she could feel him cup her buttcheeks again and pull her down on him again.  She hadn’t felt this intimate, this exposed, this sexual and this wanted in a long time, and let herself revel in the feelings she was having towards Sebastian.  

“CUT!” the director called out again.  Y/N stopped grinding, slowly releasing his hair but stayed sitting on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck.  Sebastian closed his eyes, trying not to scream at the director while also being extremely thankful that Y/N didn’t get up.  His cheeks were flaring crimson in embarrassment, his head hanging in shame at being caught enjoying himself.  

“It’s looking great you guys.  Seb, you good?” the director asked as he stood next to them, a smirk pulling at his lips.  Sebastian didn’t look up, just gave him a quick thumbs up.  The director chuckled.  “Alright, just one more angle that I’m wanting then we’ll be done, k?  Y/N, you feeling okay?  I hope it wasn’t too much for him to touch you some more.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m okay,” Y/N said steadily, squeezing the back of Sebastian’s neck lightly, trying to let him know that it really was okay.  Sebastian tapped her leg lightly in response.

“Alright, we’re just going to do one more shot from above, then we’ll be done for the day.  So let’s start just about a minute back in the music, alright?  Alright.  LIGHTS!  MUSIC!  ACTION!”

Y/N started slowly grinding against Sebastian’s hips again, but this time after pulling his head back by his hair and kissing his neck, she ran her manicured fingernails down his chest.  Sebastian tried as hard as he could to not become completely overwhelmed by the sensations, he really did.  But nothing could prepare him for just how good it felt for her nails to scratch and slightly pinch his nipples as she grinded on his crotch and sucked on his neck, and next thing he knew, he let out a guttural grunt as he came in his pants, his hips involuntarily snapping up to meet hers, his eyes rolling back into his fluttering eyelids and mouth gaping open.  Y/N gasped, her hand freezing against his chest and the other still in his hair, feeling his heartbeat quicken and an extra warmth seep through his jeans underneath her.  The music died down and the lights slowly came back up again.  Neither of them had heard the director say “cut!” as Sebastian’s grip on Y/N’s hips tightened, keeping his eyes tightly shut as he hung his head.  

Sebastian knew that Y/N could tell what had happened, and he didn’t dare open his eyes to look at her reaction.  She kept her hands on his chest, too stunned to move.

“Great job you guys!  We’re done for the day with you two.  Go back to your trailers and take cold showers, huh?” the director laughed at both of them as the crewmembers around them quickly packed everything up and cleaned up the room.  Sebastian still didn’t move, and he was confused why Y/N hadn’t either.  It wasn’t until the room had become quiet that Sebastian finally felt her start to slip off his lap, pulling herself up onto her feet.  He let her slip through his fingers, putting his hands in fists on his knees again, refusing to look up at her.  He was too embarrassed, too ashamed, and what was worse was that the moment had been caught on camera.  The whole world was going to see it.  

“Seb,” Y/N spoke quietly.  Sebastian’s brow tightened at her voice.  “Seb, please look at me,” she pleaded, her voice intimidatingly soft.  He minutely shook his head, his longer hair tickling his cheeks, trying to hide the furious blush on his face, feeling like he could cry at any moment.  He felt her kneel down in front of him, her hands settling on top of his fists.  

“Sebastian Stan, look at me,” she commanded him, her voice more stern now.  He opened his eyes in surprise at her tone, but could see her expression didn’t match it.  Her eyes were sparkling with a hint of mirth, a small, coy smirk pulling at her lips as her eyes traced his face.  “Seb, it’s okay.  I’m not embarrassed, you shouldn’t be either.  I’m sure these things happen all the time in situations like this,” she spoke softly again, rubbing his hands until they eased out of the fists he had them in.  He let out a long sigh, eyes closing again as he tried to maintain better composure.  

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered.  Y/N only giggled at him and continued rubbing his hands.  

“It’s alright, honey, ‘m serious.  You don’t need to apologize.  I’m fine, really.”  

He pulled his hands from underneath hers and rubbed his eyes as she smiled reassuringly at him, and he finally smiled back, relief painting his features at how understanding and kind she was about the whole thing.  He held his hands out to her and she gingerly placed hers back into them.  “I’m still sorry, though.  I’ve never done that during intimate or sexual scenes that I’ve shot before.  I guess this time I just...I...ugh, goddamn Y/L/N,” he chuckled, which made her laugh.  

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said as she squeezed his hands, then pushed herself up onto her feet and stood before him.  He couldn’t help but check her out with her this close in the light in an outfit that would barely qualify as underwear.  She reached out to give him a hug, which he gladly accepted.  Her breasts pressed against his face, standing in between his legs as he eagerly wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her as close as appropriately possible within the moment.  He breathed in her scent as they just stayed there, both of them trying to get their bearings back after such an intense afternoon.  

“Seb?,” she spoke again as she pulled slightly away from him and stood before him again.  “Yeah?” he looked up at her quizzically.  She gave him a lopsided grin and leaned down so that her face was right in front of him, his eyes widening as she was barely half an inch from his face.  Her sweet breath fanned over his face as she sighed openly.  “You looked beautiful when you came,” she whispered, her eyes flicking to his lips then back to his eyes.  Sebastian’s jaw dropped comically as his eyebrows shot up his forehead.  Y/N scrunched her nose at him as she leaned a little bit forward and rubbed the tip of her nose on his, then quickly stood straight again and winked at him as she turned and walked away, the swing in her hips back as she sauntered off the set.

Sebastian stared after her, feeling his cock leak some more at her words.  Once she was out of eyesight, and he hoped out of earshot,  he moaned again and palmed himself through his now ruined costume pants.  He really didn’t want to explain that to the costume designer.

[witch--btch]

Negai no Astro Chapter 7 Leaks

◢◤◢◤◢◤◢spoilers below◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

A flashback of Kuran speaking with Kongo?

A rough translation could be read as (from top right to bottom left);

「 ….. I’m sorry, everyone… 」 - kuran

“What?” “You want me to teach you how to make money from the pot?” - Kongo

“Yes.” “I want to create the best club and security in Ikebukuro.” - Kuran

「 I was desperate. I can’t do this unless I throw away my emotions..」 - kuran

AND THEN THESE BOYS START MAKING FUN OF KURANS ASTRO LIKE CHILL—😭

“What’s up with that Astro! With the tail!!” - Hibaru

“The gap is too much! WITH THE TAIL!!” - Terasu

The way kuran’s petting his tail like😭 i did not expect him to be so soft— it’s a very pleasant surprise♡

“Botan helped me realize who I really am.” - Kuran

“The real you?” - Hibaru

“Yeah. I wished I could laugh, but all I got was the power to change.” - Kuran

KOU WHY SO RUDE MAN— DID WE NOT JUST SEE YOUR TRUE COLORS LMAO

I know I know he’s probably only saying this as a ‘don’t come back u til you know what it’s like to really smile again’. kind of way.

“You're no longer needed. Don't ever show that sad face again.” - Kou

DAMN OKAY BRO???

We get to see Kuran transform one more time… while it’s not confirmed what it is yet, I’m assuming he’s transforming into his younger self to give everyone this final goodbye smile:

SIR WHY YOU JUST GOT YOUR TAIL WHIPPING OUT LIKE THAT IM CRYING OUT THAT THING AWAY(don’t really it’s kinda cute)

Aaaand WOW! Biggest spoiler of the night; KURAN ACTUALLY JOINS HIBARU AND TERASU!!! I honestly didn’t expect this, but I am SO excited to see more of my man’s♡

Honestly, he’d make an awesome addition to the team, so this is a really smart call!

Final thoughts:

Honestly, I was a Kuran Stan since day one; ever since he was first shown in promotional art, I knew he was going to be a character I loved, AND SO FAR, KURAN STANS HAVE DONT NOTHING BUT EAT!!! GOOD!!!! WE STAY WINNING BABES!!!

The emotional turmoil; past trauma and development into this shell of a person you once used to be… it’s all very personal and beautiful.

Kou is even growing on me; anytime he makes a deranged little comment I realize where he’s coming from now. Not a place of hate, but a place of hurt. It’s very interesting.

I also can’t wait to see Hibaru work his magic in the next few chapters!

I love that they’re riding motorcycles in the end too !!! I want to know what types they are now!

[verybigvag]

There's been a lot of recent discussion with Angel Dust, his scene Poison, and Its interpretation. I would like to talk about it.

⚠️ Trigger warning for discussion of Sexual Violence/Assault, Abuse, Drug Use, fetishization, and In*c'est mention ⚠️

I would like to start by saying that I wanna be able to have more posts like this and discuss topics both serious and not for media/entertainment here on Tumblr, however, I would like to keep articulate and not too long but that won't be the case here lol.

In Episode 4 of Hazbin Hotel 'Masquerade', there is a musical scene showcasing Angel Dust singing 'Poison' about his trauma and current situation of being sexually abused, and taken advantage of by the porn industry and how he copes with drug addiction, masking himself and relying on his hypersexuality to get through it with the possibility of losing himself to it all and killing him in the end.

While the scene doesn't show his assault outright, it is rather disturbing and obvious imagery of his situation. Back in 2017 there was a music video for a fan song Addict turned soft canon at the time. It was the original showcase for what we will get for Angel dust as a character and his nuances going into the show, as well as the first instances of Valentino taking advantage of him. While the music video isn't as dark as poison, he does an amazing job at just that. Not needed to go so far and yet it's so obvious through the animation.

Now the question I would like to give my opinion on is, Is Poison fetishizing Angel's abuse? In my personal opinion and the show's intention... No.

Poison is a disturbing scene, it's dark and almost uncensored. There's an argument to be made that it's supposed to make you uncomfortable and while that is true, nobody should use that as justification to talk down to victims when they have something to say. I'm a victim myself and frankly, I'm conflicted on how I feel about this. I think the scene does work in the fact that it gives Angel's perspective well what he sees and how he wants others to perceive him. Then we have the fact that the show is presenting that angel situation is something to take seriously but will characters harass others and the occasional r*ape joke. (Sir Pentious in the most recent example)

People are conflicted and at times it's unsure how some perceive this. It's almost whiplash to see SA played for laughs then later in the same episode, we see a character stand up to their abuser and is presented as a triumphant moment, a starting point and Proof he is strong and can make it out and is also protecting his friend, showing he good character traits, someone who cares for other and wants to protect them.

I think people are right to point out its writing issues with its comedy and tone armor and victims have every right to point that out.

There is more to this situation I will get into later in the post that Understandably makes people uncomfortable given the context.

It's almost like a popstar giving a performance, letting their persona out on stage; either Kampy, unapologetically themselves, hypersexual and glamorous. This is very common with mainstream I industry musicians/pop stars.

While it's not the case for every artist, it's well known that most are subjected to sexualization from the audience and media (unless they lean into that hypersexual persona).

Angel Dust is a product of his trauma and environment. With that I don't think the show will actually get into how unethical and exploitative the porn industry is (which I think they should), rather just how Angel is being exploited.

Now whether fans like it or not, your favorite media will be criticized for both warranted and ridiculous reasons.

There seems to be an issue with the stans of Hazbin Hotel and constantly deflecting any criticisms of the show. This isn't the case for all the fans but it's still common, unfortunately.

There are people who don't know what it's like to have a history of sexual violence and grooming, and that's ok. It's something I never want to wish upon anyone. It'll affect you for the rest of your life. Some days are better than others but it's not the same for everyone, and universally Trauma is processed differently. There will be experiences that many can relate to; Hypersexuality being one way, some want to reclaim themselves and disassociate sex from the experience and the feelings of uncleanliness that comes with it.

We don't need others who have an unhealthy attachment to a show to constantly speak over those who disagree with Angel's visual representation of his sexual exploitation/assault. Many have stated they don't have any issue with their scene, AND MANY others disagree and They are BOTH right to feel that way. We don't need fans who are selective with victims and their input on a serious nuanced topic.

The sentiment should be that we shouldn't be speaking over anyone who's been victimized, groomed, assaulted, and experienced similar circumstances. Whether they validate your opinions or not.

I still want to clarify, that it's ok to enjoy dark media. It's ok to enjoy what you want. In my opinion, there is a point where you go past safe consumption to obsession with problematic media that's concerning.

If you want to enjoy Valentino and Go ahead. Villains are popular for a reason and it's easy to enjoy characters who are Kampy yet evil in nature. Merchandise of villains is nothing new so I don't see why it's an issue now (unless it depicts said inappropriate tendencies in a glamorized light)

With that said, there was understandable discomfort knowing the artist who storyboarded poison.

I would go into details here but I recommend you go and read this thread by Uninformed Artist, It goes over everything you need to know but to keep it short, they have a r*ape fetish.

People are free to feel however they want about this, especially since there could be a chance Raphielles may have had interior motives but at the moment we can't say for sure and if so, it was conveyed at all in the scene. personally, It feels disingenuous to claim that they want to take the said topic seriously but aren't considerate of the team representing it.

Speaking of that, I may diverge a bit but I want to give an example...

This reminded me of another similar situation with another animated show; Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

⚠️Incest Warning ⚠️

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On Twitter an artist who goes by Sheldon made this below regarding a scene they storyboarded for an episode in season 2 called 'The Lair Games' and yes it did make it into the show.

Sheldon replied to a user who partakes in problematic content

To clarify, TCEST is what people refer to as shipping Any of the Main Brothers; Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, And Michelangelo in the TMNT franchise. Yes, this means romantic/sexual.

There was much discomfort from many fans that was warranted given the implications. While something like this will never be implied for Canon for any TMNT iteration, it's weird knowing there may have been certain intentions from Sheldon.

With that said there was another reply clarifying the original tweet was a joke. I'd personally say it's really weird to make that type of joke in the first place and attract people you don't want to interact with and it's not a funny joke to begin with.

But I sincerely hope it was just a terrible joke in bad taste, That's hope I'm personally going to take it as this was about 2 years ago and the rise of the TMNT has unfortunately ended. Hazbin Hotel, however, is just getting started.

I do wish the best for the show and that it grows into something amazing, along with the writers getting into their element and doing these characters justice and I hope there is a bit more consideration that goes into depicting more serious topics later on.

So, I'm not sure how to end this but here we are. I would like to thank all of you for reading. If you have your input feel free to add on!

Make sure to be kind to each other and stay hydrated 💛💛💛

[peachywander]

Sir Pentious headcannons bc he a cute snek bby boi 😌💖✨️💞

Sir Pentious is a hopeless romantic to a fault and extremely lovey-dovey, always going out of his way to show all kinds of mushy soft gestures to his partner/crush. The amount of sappiness this man is capable of will give you high grade diabetes.

My man carries with him a pocket watch at all times. Idk why, I just feel like it would go well with his whole aesthetic and they look cool.

He definitely owns one of those fancy ass fainting couches, being a big overdramatic lad that he is.

He has a great artistic side, dude gets incredibly emotional whenever he sees a painting (especially from his time period) and goes into extreme depth explaining his thoughts on it and/or what the author was trying to convey through that piece. We stan a refined snek 💞✨️

[theoakleafpancake]

Okay so I think I've had enough time to get my thoughts together, and after watching the new season twice back to back, here are my highlights for each episode (Basically me taking the thoughts I had written down and condensing them) (Do not keep reading if you haven't watched it yet :)) This is going to be a very long post

Chapter 1: Startouched

First of all, still can't get over Aaravos's crying. Pack it up, Santa Claus 🤚

The new Viren intro? Hello? Is he dead? He must be

Was very disappointed to realize that he was, in fact, not dead

Terry is still thriving. We stan him

Rest in peace, Sir Sparklepuff

Claudia was abandoned by her mother and her brother (in her eyes), and now her father, too, whom she sacrificed so much to save.

Her sobs are chilling

Soren is an icon, as usual, he and Opeli are the best duo

"Fellowship of the Pearl" ELROND??

Stella is the number one Rayllum stan

Seriously, why does everyone sleep in full uniform?? Except Rayla. She gets comfort

"What have I done" my poor boy is never going to sleep again

"He took our blankie" LMAOO

Barius could be an award-winning baker in our world

"I'll be fine. I have my blankie." I'm going to live by this phrase

Claudia, PLEASE get some therapy

Chapter 2: Love, War and Mushrooms

Ayo we get a Claudia intro now??? Leave my girl alone

SORUVS CRUMBS LET'S GOOO

"I'm happy to see you, too." Good. Now kiss

Karim's reflection in the crown :( poor Janai

"What am I not seeing?" Corvus, honey. There are weirdly-colored mushrooms. EVERYWHERE.

Not him having to babysit Soren and Hat

"But I will do what I must" Karim stop trying to be Viren

Ezran and Zym being brothers <3

Soren's carrying the entire show with the modern references "Among Us"

"If I ever start to doubt you, I'll know I am truly lost" crying rn

I did not expect Soren to have beef with a mushroom

Hello?? The parallel scene with Janai and Karim's speeches?? I am speechless?? It's beautiful.

Fun sized Zym!

YES JANAYA IS GETTING MARRIED

Each group adopted a baitling and I'm here for it

Chapter 3: The Frozen Ship

AARAVOS FORCED HIM TO USE DARK MAGIC ON THE SHIP???? HE WAS POSSESSED AGAIN???

"Aww, look at that pair, Sneezles and Snoozles" as he's having a traumatic nightmare LMAO

Terry is still waiting for her...

SNEEZLES WHY'D YOU RUIN THE KISS (Very smooth, Callum)

I love Earthblood magic

"Evil black ice" preach, Rayla

They really put the ship monologue in, didn't they 😭

"I mean, you can sit here and draw pictures up the ship, but does that change anything?" hey, shut up <3

Y'know what, forget the plot twists and everything, I wanna know how Claudia's nails stay perfect

Rayla sobbing over a love tragedy while Callum's out in the freezing snow

"Rayla, I'm here!" *door slams in his face*

"Rayla..." *gives a super soft look* "all this time...you were READING?" Writers how dare you

WE GET DAD LORE, EVERYONE. HIS NAME IS DAMIEN. HE WAS A POET. AND HE HAD A BREATHING DISEASE. Maybe the same like Soren? Could he have been saved with Dark Magic????

Callum just share the blanket...YES

Stella the wingman

Callum nO—WHY WOULD YOU TELL HER ABOUT THE DARK MAGIC RIGHT WHEN YOU WERE ABOUT TO KISS?

Claudia is slaying with that new haircut

TERRY WAS COLLECTING THE STICKS TO MAKE HER A LEG HJLEFHKBEFAHKBEF "I did it for you!" kuhewfkhuefw "I would do anything for you." YES

Idk why but the animation during the argument was just *chef's kiss*

"I promise." Hey. No. Stop it.

"I am a humble servant!" How the turns have tabled

Aw, Viren's begging and sobbing on the ground like the pathetic man he is.

"Good. You don't deserve any." LET'S GO, EZRAN

Chapter 4: The Starscraper

I was expecting Callum to just be shot up in the sky like he was walking into a geyser, tbh

but the starscaper is giving minecraft beacons

I was kind of expecting a "BUT it's a living creature and deserves to not be used for parts" but ig we'll settle for a "BUT it's sooo cute"

"Hello, we need help." "Drop." Well alright then

Claudia, yes. Step away from Aaravos. No, he does not deserve your help. nO

"I need to see my dad, he can tell me the right path" Yeah, I don't think she's gonna see her dad again

"How do you all feel about spiders" haha nOPE I'm out

Oh, yay. Sol Regem.

"No" HA

"No horns! But greasy hair..." dang Astrid what did Callum do to you

THE STAFFS. AND VIREN'S SHOULD BE THERE

The novablade was given to a human girl?? The Orphan Queen, mayhaps?? 👀

AARAVOS CAN'T BE KILLED???

Thank you Terry, for saving Claudia from using that vial

ohhh, Soren's about to get severe whiplash

Chapter 5: Moonless Night

Soren's serious and I don't like it

LMAO not Stella trying to steal Callum's book

"Maybe I just want to see you suffer" As you should, Soren

"And I'm so proud of you" "Everything you're telling me is some kind of lie" OUCH

Viren being miserable brings me joy

Not the wet socks :(

Rayla girlbossing as usual

her seeing the good in the ones that everyone else thinks is a monster >>>>

I want to pet Esmeray

Moana who? I only know Rayla

"Luna's love is with you even if she's not" didn't Runaan say something similar to Ethari before he left??

What's the significance of the bells

THE QUASAR DIAMONDS

HE DID IT FOR HER. HE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HER. SHE GETS TO SEE HER FAMILY AGAIN

Imagine the first thing you see in your life is the stars...I think I'd transcend, too

THEY'RE SEEING EACH OTHER FOR THE FIRST TIME

Kosmo's getting his magical girl transformation

"Your star is...darkness" That wasn't very nice >:(

Lain's face is full of defiance while Tiadrin and Runaan are terrified

Poor Callum

The scene with Viren shouting to Aaravos he can't control him, and then panning to the fly caught in a spiderweb is a nice touch

Chapter 6: Moment of Truth

I'm sorry, what happened to "Hello?" "How are you?" WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT THE REAL PEARL? WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S THE DECOY? WHAT DO YOU MEAN AARAVOS CONTROLLED HIM AGAIN?

The parallels of both Viren and Harrow writing a letter to their son

Lissa is gorgeous

Nooo, writers, stop trying to make me feel sympathy for the rat man

Kpp'Ar?!? Isn't actually a bad guy?

Kosmo you broke Callum

"You might have all the power of the cosmos but you're still dumb" Astrid ily

Did he just?? Hit the restart button? I want that. Give me the power of the cosmos :(

HARROW CAMEO

Callum's stronger than I am cause I would have walked out as soon as she mentioned the spider was going to bite me

"Without magic, you're just a frail old man" who's talking now, Viren

Oh. "I watched it fill with her tears" my hatred of you has increased tenfold, Viren

RAYLA IS HIS TRUTH. HIS LIGHT. THE ONE WHO BRINGS HIM BACK FROM THE DARKNESS

That letter needs to go to Claudia instead of Soren

Stella bringing out the popcorn lmao

THEY KISSED. THIS ISN'T A DRILL, THEY KISSED

"I love you" IOUHEFIUHGIUEGFIUGHEFWIUHEWIO THEY FINALLY SAID IT

Chapter 7: The Red Wedding

The way he caresses her face adiwefiijefjioef

MOON NEXUS. HER PARENTS. RUNAAN.

Not Stella being mean to Sneezles for messing up another Raylum kiss

Ooh, they're getting married! But Karim has to be a little POS and ruin it with an army

Aanya, beloved

Hmm I saw you moving closer to Ezran there

Janaya for life

"Specifically, we tried to kill each other" true love at it's finest

They keep bringing attention to Pharos's wound and I don't like it

Get married, kill your traitorous brother, and eat cake, all in a day's work

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER they're literally perfect

"Of course I love my sister! I still want to take everything she ever loved from her!" Brother of the year award

So many of my problems could be fixed with an exploding arrow

Ezran didn't reach them in time IS HE GONNA DIE WITH THEM

Wait

LMAO SOL REGEM DITCHED THEM THAT'S HILARIOUS

Oh no he's heading for Katolis oh NO

Chapter 8: We All Fall Down

I am...I have no words for this. (Seriously, I didn't have a lot of notes for this bit. Just seeing Katolis being burned to the ground, the townspeople about to die...the writers were brilliant at letting us feel their horror and fear)

AARAVOS.

Hat survived tho

"Take good care of Hat" you act like you're about to die??

There are a lot of names I'd like to call Aaravos, but I won't say them

"I can't" oh do something for ONCE

"Take my heart." I'm sorry??? No???

Viren. Why is there blood on the knife what did you DO

He carved his own heart. He CARVED his OWN HEART

Soren's alive tho

THE PICTURES OF THE FAMILY JLKBEFJBKLFES

Ladies and gentlemen, Viren is finally dead. And even though I still hate him, his death sequence was top tier

CLAUDIA

Ew, pathetic beast (Sol Regem)

Aaravos, I hope you choke on your own tears <3

Claudia, the tragedy that you are

She lost her father TWICE

Nooo the pearl GET AWAY FROM HER AARAVOS

HE DID ALL OF THIS. ALL OF THIS BECAUSE THE PEARL WAS STILL THERE. HE KNEW SHE WOULD COME BACK FOR HER FATHER. AND HE NEEDED VIREN DEAD TO GIVE HER THAT FINAL PUSH.

I forgot Lujanne had a husband. Or boyfriend. Did she and Allen get married? I don't remember

Thank you for being the ONLY reasonable one here, Terry

Claudia and Callum are after the same spell??

He needed Sol Regem's bones :o

IT ISN'T THE REAL QUASAR DIAMOND?

"Veritas" hello Deltora Quest what are you doing here

HE HAD THE THIRD QUASAR DIAMOND IN HIS STAFF THE WHOLE TIME?? RAYLA HAS TO CHOOSE? WHY CAN'T YOU LET HER BE HAPPY DANGIT

Ooh Claudia's spell didn't work?

Chapter 9: Stardust

"It needs love" That was...not what I expected from you

Leola, cutie. Her and Claudia would have gotten along well

Callum made her a bracelet to bring her back <3

Rayllum!

RUNAAN? it wasn't the behemoth, he's there but he's corrupted? What???

LAIN AND TIADRIN!! And they're...dancing?

Ohhh the key was for a book

They're at peace. Runaan's not. I'm going to die

Leola looks so small standing before them

I love how the cosmic order is just like "oh this is the beginning of chaos" you are quite literally about to kickstart that chaos

The og trio looks so small in the flashback

THE REFLECTION IN THE POND SHOWS LITTLE RAYLA HUGGING HER PARENTS. ILUHEFIUGLEFIUHL

And thus, Leola's Last Wish was born

Oh Santa's back

They put his prison in his daughter's grave 😟

"You taught me to never break my promises!" Hey, so. Can you break the promise you made in Chapter 3?

"No!" Runaan get back here right now.

So Lain and Tiadrin have been dancing this whole time while Runaan's been living in a nightmare. That checks out

Ruthari <3

OOh the Aaravos/Runaan spell is just like the Janai/Karim speech sequence

RUNAAN IS BACK. RUNAAN IS ALIVE

OH NO CALLUM CAUGHT SIGHT OF KATOLIS BURNING

The wedding was supposed to be happy >:(

Aanya got to try her cake tho

Ezran, my poor boy. He was just going away for his aunt's wedding. Nothing was supposed to go wrong. He's still a kid.

Aaravos also gets his magical girl transformation

Hello?? He's literally a giant? Ohhh the "I swallowed her" makes sense now

Terry knows this is a horrible idea. What if Aaravos makes her turn on Terry?????

Is this why is voice is so deep?

Overall, season 6 was a ROLLERCOASTER and probably my new favorite season. There was so much going on, and it did not disappoint. I can't wait to see the next season, AND for those of you who don't know, there has been a mention of a third arc which means possibily 10 seasons instead of 7!!!!! But in order for that to happen we need to show as much support as possible so yeah! If we do get those 3 extra seasons I will never shut up about this series

[sergeantpixie]

my thoughts after watching episode five of the Artful Dodger:

1. SARDINES

2. “the whale’s wife” oh fagin can turn a phrase

3. “being spurned by a woman is a great boon to our profession” DON’T REMIND ME

4. “i want a win” 😭😭😭

5. “i keep seeing these in my dreams” FANNY 🤭

6. Belle’s red coat is Stunning, i envy her wardrobe

7. “WHY” Belle is so funny pls

8. NUTMEG

9. Jack is only thinking of Belle 🥺

10. BUTT - 2/10 not juicy enough

11. i know fagin is just lying to buy them more time but it’s so nice of him to throw jack an interesting case and give him an excuse to talk to belle after their fight 🤭

12. “we all thought that that smell was coming from you” CHILDISH but so funny

13. Fanny is actually a great sister, we stan

14. THROUGH THE WINDOW, YAS

15. he’s eating her soup, i love them

16. “apparently a tree” HIS FACE

17. they’re in love, your honor

18. “it is so dangerous.” “yeah, but you love that, don’t ya”

19. “but i don’t really know how to talk to women, i’ve never really found the need to” “i am similarly rarely interest in what a man has to say” and that’s on soulmates (also same @ belle)

20. “not all of you.” i think they should kiss 😊

21. “tell me why you like being a navigator?” god belle’s bedside manner has improved so much

22. jack being honest with him and letting the man decide if he wants to take the risk!!! what a man!!!

23. i love the quiet scenes after surgeries between them, it’s so intimate

24. “i’d never had my own bed before” 😭😭😭

25. “it was the best and the worst times” love these fanfic writers for letting the dickensian character quote dickens lol

26. the way he looks at her 🥺

27. THEY SLEPT THERE ALL NIGHT!!! THAT’S MY SHIP!

28. the glove slap, i snorted 🤣🤣🤣

29. Belle’s mama is a savage

30. Sneed saying “christ” and stumbling back when he says Belle coming at him at least says he’s not a complete fool

31. SHE SEASONED HIM, I’M DYING 💀💀💀

32. the wink, this idiot lmao

33. “oh.” THAT’S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY JACK

34. “hmm, lobster bisque.” PLS SHE’S SO FUNNY

35. i don’t trust youuuuuu fagin!!!

36. fagin trash talking sneed is funny tho

37. the tears in jack’s eyes when fagin has to take his place in the duel, a soft boy 🥺

38. HE SHOT SNEED THAT IS SO FUNNY PLS

39. the navigator mocking sneed 💀

40. sneed being put in the position of begging jack to save his leg is delicious, pls sir i want some more

41. belle, jack, and hetty working together is everything i’ve ever wanted, ot3?

42. ngl i kinda enjoy hetty calling jack out

43. THEY SHOULD SHAVE OFF HIS EYEBROW

44. THEY KISSED!!! FINALLY!!!

[sarahrogersevans]

Actors Behind The Scenes- Sebastian Stan Shy!xreader Fan Fic

Summary: Sebastian and reader are best friends & film Captain America Civil War together and reader is having a rough time and then Seb takes reader back to his place and surprises her with a blanket Fort and wants to admit something …

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of anxiety and feeling upset, Soft gentle Seb, shy reader, let me know if I miss anything

(Y/N’s POV)

Just got done filming the airport battle scene of Captain America Civil War and I’m feeling a lot of things right now. I went to go change out of my character uniform and change into some normal clothes and I tried not to cry but fighting against Sebastian was hard because it felt real, even though he always told me that everything would be ok and just have fun which it was fun but just really exhausting. I finished getting changed and saw Sebastian over by Anthony Mackie and I walked over to Sebastian and hugged him. Sebastian got worried after hearing me crying and said “hey doll hey shhh shhh you ok?” I hugged closer to him and said “just need a hug from you.” Sebastian smiled and pulled me closer and said “hey I’m here now I got you Y/N, feeling tired?” I nodded and he rubbed my back saying “yea you seem pretty worn out love, how about I take you back to my place and we can hang out and relax hmm? Sound good?” I smiled at Seb feeling shy and said “ok, could I maybe nap at your place?” Seb smiled and said “of course doll it’s not a problem come on let’s go.”

(Sebastian’s POV)

We got to my place a little while later after stopping at a restaurant for lunch and we walked inside and I put my keys on the table in the kitchen and said “alright here we are, let’s get you upstairs so you can rest and I’ll clean up a bit so we can watch a movie down here ok?” Y/N nodded at me while walking close to me, I had her lay down on my bed and put the blankets over her gently and kissed her forehead smiling at my beautiful best friend and said “ok, you get some rest hon I’ll go get the living room set up so we can watch a movie and if you need anything either text me or come get me, I’ll be right back to wake you up I promise.” Y/N smiled while falling asleep and said “thank you Sebastian .. for taking care of me.” I blushed and said “always, get some rest.” I closed the door quietly and went downstairs and tried to think of the best way to make the living room cozy for watching movies and then I remembered she loves blanket forts with fairy lights!

I got all of the blankets out of my closet and the fairy lights and set up the fort first right by the tv and then hung up the fairy lights along the walls and turned the lights off and the fairy lights came on and I felt so happy knowing she would love it. I got the snacks out and some drinks and then I went back upstairs to wake up Y/N and when I opened the bedroom door she was just waking up and I smiled at her and said “hey you, good timing I was just gonna come wake you up! Did you sleep well?” Y/N stretched and said “mhm, thank you again for letting me nap in here Seb I really needed it.” I sat close to her and wrapped my arms around her and said “hey you don’t have to thank me, I’d do anything for you, by the way downstairs I have a surprise for you that I think you’ll love.” Y/N looked at me confused but I could tell she was excited and got up and said “lead the way sir!”

I took her hand and lead her downstairs and we walked into the living room and I said “surprise!! I made you a blanket fort knowing you love them and wanted the living room to be cozy for us.” Y/N cried and hugged me saying “thank you Seb!.. thank you for this, it means the world to me oh and you hung up some fairy lights! I love those, thank you for everything! May I?..” I opened the fort and said “after you darling.” I followed her in and we sat down and Y/N looked around after laying on a pillow and I just adore this woman and love seeing her happy. I looked at her looking through the movies and I thought now would be a good time to tell her how I really feel about her though I was really nervous but I didn’t wanna lose this chance. I sat a bit closer to Y/N and said “hey Y/N, before we watch anything there’s something I was hoping to talk to you about.” Y/N sat up and said “oh, of course Sebastian what’s on your mind??” I loved how she always looked at me and really listened and made me feel heard and she always cared about how I felt.

I blushed and said “ok so, you know you mean a lot to me right? I would do anything for you.” She smiled and said “I know you would Seb and I care about you too a lot, are you ok?” I got more nervous and said “oh yea I’m ok, it’s just.. I love you Y/N like I really love you and you make me smile everyday and I love spending time with you, there’s no one I’d rather spend my time with than you. You’re an amazing woman and I wanted to let you know how I really feel about you.” Y/N blushed and took my hands in her and said “Oh Seb, I’m so glad you told me because I’ve had those same feelings for you for a while now and I was always too nervous to say anything, being close to you feels right and I always look forward to spending time with you, you do so much for me and I’m so grateful, I love you Seb.” I cupped her face in my hands and moved closer to kiss her and it just felt like time stopped and my heart was racing and I smiled at her feeling so damn lucky. I kissed her forehead gently and then put in a movie and cuddled close Y/N feeling so happy she was mine.

Hey lovelies!!! I hope you enjoy this fic 😊♥️♥️ I thought the idea for this one would be really sweet, enjoy xx

Taglist:

@lokiandbuckysdoll

@jessybarnes

@chrisevansdaughter

@nana1000night

@writersblog20

@delicatecoffeepeanut

@incorrectmarvelquotesss

@marvelstarker-mha98

@imyourbratzdoll

@vrittivsanghavi

@sunshine-on-my-mind

[oyasumiaow]

going back through the empathy chapters always gives me shit to lose my mind about as a jgy stan specifically though LOL

just from this last round:

like it's crazy how wwx's clear bias is just taken as bald fact. for one thing, mr sir, how do you know he was not feeling frustrated and sad? he's coming from long months to a year (???) of hiding as a spy in wrh's court and he just made the most insane gamble with his own life and safety to strike wrh and save nmj's life. yes we all know that jgy did indeed kill wrh but what is insane to me at this point is that when nmj asks him if wrh is dead, meng yao says "he is... probably dead". he's not even sure! that wrh is dead! but he was willing to do all of that and blow his cover to save nmj. even though he clearly expected the attack (he was already dodging/running when nmj was reaching for/regaining baxia) -- I think he's entitled to be a little frustrated! and sad! and whatever else!

second of all! WAS HE WRONG? right after this is when nmj has his infamous "then I'll kill myself after killing you!" declaration so even nmj can't say that he was wrong!

the second thing is this and forgive the long quote but here we go (from EXR chapter 50):

god ok so this one always makes me a little bonkers because this is usually presumed to be jgy manipulating lxc. certainly nmj thinks so, or at least considers this duplicitous. and maybe he is! he could be! but the thing is: we don't know. we have no idea the context in which this came up because nmj just walked up at this point and listened in. (bad habit of his with xiyao ain't it?)

the thing is, jgy has had no actual catharsis of what went on on those stairs. sure he has been enacting his murder plan -- in fact this scene is the very scene in which nmj qi deviates and dies. but also given the situation at jinlintai he has literally no one but lxc to talk to about this sort of thing: jzx is dead, he has been mostly trying to protect nhs from nmj when he's in qinghe, and he's already decided he would be safer speeding up nmj's death before he takes jgy (or nhs, or lxc, or any number of people) down with him.

how many times has he seen lxc since then? yes lxc used the rebuilding of cloud recesses as an excuse to have jgy stand in to play cleansing for nmj in an effort to bring them together, but also... he was rebuilding cloud recesses! and jgy was doing everything his father ordered on top of flying back and forth to qinghe all the time. this could be the first time they've been able to sit down and have a proper conversation about anything in weeks. and if you'd recently had a fucked up fight with your sworn brother in which he debased you and your mother and tried to kill you, don't you think you'd want to complain? just a little???

"just last night he had been all soft and innocent as he talked with Nie Mingjue" like yes! why would he make a fuss to nmj's face! yes he is actively killing him but also the last time he spoke back and argued with nmj he was kicked down the stairs and had his life threatened! lmfao

anyway the point is not that he couldn't be manipulating lxc here. the point is that every time jgy displays emotions it is taken (by nmj, by wwx via nmj, and apparently by vast swathes of the audience) as him being a perfect little actor and manipulator. doesn't he get to have feelings though? doesn't he get to vent a little to the one fucking person who would even care to listen to him?

[gabrielora]

SOUTH PARK MUSIC HEAD CANNONS⁉️

STAN:

Radiohead (hes.. a little bit of a ceeep, maybe a weirdo even)

Weezer (he’s such a fucking looser)

The Cure (based)

The Smiths (Bro is NOT aware of the morrisey scandals)

Deftones (he gets barely any game)

Bahaus

Primus

Siouxsie and the Banshees (he had a small goth phase, he was probably only introduced to the basics)

The entire Rocky horror picture show soundtrack (trust me please hear me out)

KORN

Metalica

Pantera

Judas Priest (BASED)

Black Sabbath

Slayer

Nine inch nails

The Living tombstones (he had a closeted fnaf creepy pasta phase and we all know it)

KYLE:

The beastie boys (he likes Jewish Rap)

Alice In Chains (BASED)

Marina and the diamonds

Mary J bilge (SHE CAN ADD WORDS TO THE DICTIONARY 🔥🔥)

The Cure (cannon)

Beck

Them crooked vultures

The smashing pumpkins (specifically 3 songs)

311

Gorilaz

Weezer (hes just like buddy holly, and a fucking looser)

Primus

Queens of the Stone Age

Queen

Black Sabbath

Billy idol

Ben folds five

Tears for fears

Depache mode

Soft cell

Duran Duran

Tears for fears

KORN

Eminem

Blue öyster cult

Blu Cantrell

The Smiths

Bôa

(I have a full playlist of this one)

KENNY:

Insane Clown Pussy

Blink 182

Weezer (LOSER)

MSI (listened to it illegally anyways so he wasn’t too sad about the news)

Primus

Eminem

Sir Mix a lot

Lemon demon (Two trucks holding hands)

Ayesha erotica

Kesha

All the Sailor moon themes (he watches sailor moon with Karen and he got into it)

Devo

Oingo boingo

Wesley Willis

CARTMAN:

Lady Gaga

Britney Spears

Katy Perry

Mitski (HEAR ME OUT OKAY, HIS MOM LIKES HER)

Marina and the Diamonds (bro relates to some of the songs)

Grimes

MSI (he doesn’t care to download stuff illegally, but he is a bit sad about the pedofillia part)

Ayesha Erotica (he eats every fem outfit he does he has to get his cunt serving genes from somewhere)

Melanie Martinez (he thinks he’s so badass listening to mad hatter but he’s actually just a fuckass)

PRIMUS

Wesley Willis

Alright so that’s my list I’m tired and I am being thrown around by adventure time and South Park like a tennis ball so I am not fully tisming out on South Park yet (might not be fully accurate)

[eclipsecrowned]

🔥 // @decreedfate

I think... There comes a point where attempts to diversify or identify with a text via headcanon bypasses actual intent and instead travels backwards into stereotypes, erasure, or forms of -phobia. Like, I understand what a member of the comm is doing when they pull an 'I think Emily Dickinson was a lesbian!'

But I think certain reps need to be thought through. For a personal example, an ex friend would routinely throw me scraps. Oh, I want to ship my OC with Blorbimir, so I think we should ship his canon love interest Blorbej with the other female lead Blorbina, I know you like that ship a lot. Oh, you like Blorbelgard? That's so funny, because I hc her as a lesbian. But then if I sat down and looked at her actual storytelling, Blorbej and Blorbina are nowhere in the text except a disclaimer that 'oh Blorbimir/Blorbej didn't endgame he's always loved my OC and also 'Bej's a lesbian <3 They ran off to R*vka Blorbiverse Russia together far from the action <3' or 'I hate this fucking character so much what a bitch I hope my fave Blorbitri excruciatingly kills and maims her.' If you're going to write rep to cater me I want it in the text and not presented as villainous or unworthy of the author's time. Likewise, the new hot shit is 'oh this woman character is too girlboss and lesbian to actually ship with stinky men protags <3' when it's like. You only did this to have misogyny and erasure covered up under a thin veneer of rep and empowerment.

I have also seen some people take the point of characters or arcs and basically gone 'The fact I am unsettled or not represented in this overt villainy is a flaw of the narrative,' instead of a point. Sometimes, I think it's okay to not see yourself represented in certain narratives. Like, when a villain is clearly an embodiment of historical patriarchy bearing down on a female lead, someone crashes in saying 'What if a transmasc lesbian?' Which... So now we have a predatory lesbian who transgresses against assigned sex to obsessively ruin the life of a protagonist. You understand how having that as a villain is arguably far worse rep than Sir Blorbert Blorbington IV who is haranguing Blorsette because pat of the thesis statement of the work is 'Patriarchy Bad, Respect Women.' Again, I understand the intent, but the execution just gets worse and worse the more you actually think about it beyond the naive scope of 'all representation is created equal and enhances the narrative.'

Another one that gets on the nerves of me as a lesbian when fandom pulls it, the character Blorbella routinely abuses character Blorbennifer in canon, to an upsetting degree, including serious emotional or physical harm. Aren't the lesbians cute, says fandom, ignoring that Blorbella is clearly a representation of how privilege and bias breeds cruelty against people like the ND/POC/Queer/take your pick Blorbennifer. I get you all have kinks for a rich dommy mommy but maybe romanticizing actual internalized misogyny and racism/homophobia/ableism as some sapphic win isn't the serve you think it is --

'Blorbin is ace/gay, that's why he hates women, we stan an ace/gay king.' Think that comment through maybe.

'I think Blorbiam is autistic he's just a widdle baby.' They're always either infantilizing people with autism or assigning it like a 'Get Out of Hell' free card for grown villains.

'I think Blorbarian was an abusive husband, a deadbeat father, a violent alcoholic, and I as a white person hope he dies.' You are talking about a POC character why do you think it's ok to pin that sort of stereotyping on him just because you don't like him as a character?

'Blorbeisha is so big and strong and not feminine, I as a cis person think she's trans.' / 'Blorby is so small and soft and not like other men, I as a cis person think he's trans.' Transphobia. Transphobia. Go pick your switch and get back here I'm not having it --

And honestly, I think it has a lot to do with the moralizing of fandom, which has been a net loss all the way around. You can't just like or dislike something. If you like it, it's the ideal rep, enhanced by your touch, all that matters is how you can paint yourself and your ideals onto the canvas. If you don't like it, it's degenerate, awful, hateful, only the uneducated masses and actual monsters disagree. So who cares what those on the other side of your funhouse mirror see reflected back at them?

The characters themselves don't have feelings to hurt, but look at it this way: a transmasc lesbian sees Lady Bloberta IV and internalizes it as 'This person sees and represents my community as violent and predatory.' I've had friends in fandoms who identify with Blorbarians as rep for their own culture/race in fiction and had to navigate the entire fandom re-inventing generations of stereotypes instead of being able to act like an adult and say 'Eh, I just didn't like the character.' My identity is the latest way that fandom can express their disregard for the stories of women and in turn I disproportionately see representation of my sexuality as a side plot to elevate cis men in fiction. The intent is usually innocent, to expand rep in fandom. But I'd advise if you aren't a part of the community you are seeking to represent, maybe look into the history of its representation a little.

[gnab-nahc]

Jeongmin cause I'm sad ong

Jeongin may or may not have a little crush on his english professor, kim seungmin.

He knew it was wrong to like his teacher but seungmin was just so hot, how could he not fall in love?

Jeongin wasn't a bad student, in fact he was really smart and all his teachers liked him, he was like a teachers-pet, he did great in all of his classes, especially seungmin's class, he loved it when his professor said good things about him like 'great job jeongin' or 'you always do so great'

he also may or may not have dreamt about having sex with his teacher and also masturbated to it a few times (but that's a story for another time)

the problem was, seungmin never ever (a/n:-pun intended, stan got7) noticed him, he'd try every method there was, obviously he couldn't walk up to his teacher and be like 'hi sir, I'm horny for you, lets fuck' seungmin would think he's a slut.

He was getting so impatient of waiting for seungmin to come, he didn't want to make the first move but at this point he couldn't wait anymore, so he decided to talk with him, no sexy clothes and no seduction, just a normal talk.

Once the class got over and everyone left, he walked over to seungmin

"sir, can we have a talk?" jeongin asked

"sure, what is it jeongin?" seungmin asked him.

"well, you always say that truth wins, right? And that we should talk everything out?" jeongin asked, nervously playing with his fingers.

Seungmin just nodded, giving jeongin his time.

"I like you." Jeongin said

seungmin was a quiet, very quiet, which made jeongin even more nervous than before, what if he doesn't like guys? What If he's disgusted with him now?

"wow" seungmin said after a few minutes of silence, which made jeongin's eyes teary.

"hey don't cry, I was just surprised baby, I like you too." Seungmin said cupping jeongin's face and wiping the tears.

"can I call you baby?" seungmin asked (a/n:- OMFG CONSENT IS SO CUTEEEEEEEE)

"yeah." Jeongin replied softly

"can I kiss you, baby?" seungmin asked again

"do you want to kiss me?" jeongin asked softly

"yes" seungmin replied, bringing their lips closer and locking them in a soft kiss

The kiss started off soft but turned passionate as they kept going, it wasn't a kiss of lust, it was a kiss of love and passion.

"do you want me to fuck you, baby?" seungmin pulled away from the kiss and asked

"yes yes yes, please fuck me." Jeongin replied

"you're always so good for me baby." Seungmin said making jeongin moan in pleasure

"you like it baby? You like it when I praise you?" seungmin asked teasingly

"love it when you do that." Jeongin said breathlessly

"let's go back to my place honey, I'll give you want you want there." Seungmin said

"okay." Jeongin replied pecking seungmin's lips

●▬▬▬▬▬๑⇩⇩๑▬▬▬▬▬●

They made it to seungmin home, it was so cozy and made jeongin feel safe.

They went to seungmin's bedroom and took their clothes off.

When they both got completely naked, seungmin grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom from beside the bed  (a/n:- ALWAYS USE PROTECTION KIDS)

"are you a virgin?" seungmin asked, jeongin shook his head as a no

"I'm going to prep you, this'll hurt." Seungmin said pouring lube on his fingers

"minmin, I know how sex works." Jeongin said rolling his eyes

Jeongin moaned softly when seungmin entered his finger, he felt like he was in heaven (a/n:- seungmin has sexy hands okay-)

In a few minutes when jeongin got more used to the feeling, seungmin entered a 2nd finger and then 3rd. when he felt that jeongin was ready, he removed his fingers, making jeongin whine at the loss.

Seungmin slipped the condom on and poured lube on his cock.

"ready?" seungmin asked jeongin, caressing his thigh

"'m ready, put it in." jeongin replied

Seungmin put the head of his cock inside jeongin's entrance, jeongin let out a loud moan, seungmin kissed jeongin

"it's okay baby, I'm here." Seungmin comforted jeongin.

"keep going." Jeongin said

Seungmin slowly put his cock inside jeongin, he gave him some time to adjust to his size.

"you can move." Jeongin said after a while and who was seungmin to say no?

He started moving, slowly thrusting in and out of jeongin's hole, making him moan in pleasure

"faster please go faster." Jeongin begged and seungmin complied

His thrusts started getting faster and deeper, jeongin was practically screaming, he was on cloud 9

He'd masturbated so many times and even had sex before but it never felt like this.

"choke me." Jeongin said making seungmin stop his thrusts as jeongin whined

"what?" seungmin asked, not believing his ears

"I want you to choke me." Jeongin said again

Seungmin shocked expression quickly changed to a smirk.

He started thrusting, faster than before.

One of his hands wrapped around jeongin's neck and one holding his waist

He pressed on jeongin neck lightly making him moan even louder than he did before.

Then he pressed a little tighter this time and that was it for jeongin, he came with a sob while chanting seungmin's name

Seungmin on the other hand didn't stop thrusting, he just went faster, feeling himself getting closer by each thrust, jeongin weakly clenched around his cock from overstimulation, after a few more thrusts, he came inside the condom.

Seungmin pulled out from jeongin's hole, tied the condom and threw it in the trash can which was in the right side of his room, he went into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, he cleaned jeongin up and got the bath ready for both of them, after the bath he ordered food for them, as soon as they finished eating, he carried jeongin to his bedroom and laid him on his bed softly.

They feel asleep cuddling, jeongin felt safe in seungmin's arms, he wanted to stay there forever.