#ALSO THE SOUND TRACK FOR THIS SHOW??? FUCKING AMAZING
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i just finished in from the cold and holy shit!!!! do you think we're gonna get a s2? if so, what would you like to see happen in it?
AHH YAY I'M SO GLAD
holy shit is EXACTLY the reaction i had to the ending. i was gobsmacked. stunned. my wig was snatched.
i really hope there's a season 2!! In From the Cold charted super well world-wide when it came out & it was left off in a place that very much set it up for a second season (as u know asdjlfkaksd xox)
**SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT**
this question!!! forehead kisses to u mwah thank u sm <3
i watched this show several months ago so forgive me if i forget things or fudge some of the details 🤡
i would love to see more jenny x chauncey! it was such a weird dynamic but i ended up kind of loving it?? i'm a total sucker for the badass x badass relationship dynamic (regardless of gender pairing). i love that jenny didn't really need saving, you know? like she was strong and independent on her own. she gave chauncey a run for his money (as she fucking should) and she 👏carried👏her👏weight👏 and then some.
as much as i love jenny and chauncey, chris (the fine IT dude) might be my favorite character. oops. (but let's be real, i can never pick a favorite, so it's constantly alternating between those three.) i love him so much! he has a better moral compass than anyone and offers a bit of comedic relief. i know he was roped into the whole charade (not as bad as jenny was, but STILL), but he was able to keep everyone grounded. well, as grounded as they could be when there was crazy ass biohacking tech and rampant Crime with a capital C.
okay--and for the BIG big thing. the ending? left me shaking in my boots. idk how the show might pick up from there, but i think maybe jenny will be like... triple-crossing? i might be doing the math wrong or getting confused but BASICALLY, here's my thought process:
jenny was originally a spy for the Russians. then she went rogue/into hiding/yada yada, good for miss girl boss
chauncey fucks up her decades-long cover and has her join the CIA for his mission (that's not even the CIA anyways bc he was #fired whomp whomp whomp)
the mission is over woohoo they go back to america, super cute & fluffy kiss scene between jenny and chauncey, i was giggling and kicking my feet ngl. THEN the whole shed thing where she digs up the radio/phone thing and speaks IN RUSSIAN to someone about everything working etc etc
SO HERE'S WHERE MY THEORY STARTS
i think she's double crossing the Russians again. i don't think she taking allegiance with the CIA (at least not genuinely). she has her own motives and interests. i think she wants to burn the Russian spy agency she was involved with to the fucking ground. i think she's vengeful and looking for a fight. they dragged her daughter into everything?? whoahohoho angry mama bear is Coming Out To Fight
this is a very rough half-baked theory!! but it makes sense in my head and i can sleep at night with it :)
please please PLEASE share your thoughts and theories with me!! i live for this stuff omg
also!! anon!! if you liked in from the cold so much i think you might like Warrior Nun! it was the show i watched immediately after iftc & i LOVED IT
#ALSO THE SOUND TRACK FOR THIS SHOW??? FUCKING AMAZING#i most definitely put some songs from the soundtrack on my running playlist askdjfasdf#in from the cold#margarita levieva#cillian o'sullivan#asks#in from the cold spoilers#in from the cold season 2
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Cat and Mouse
❝ Wonwoo doesn’t understand why you’re so adamant in avoiding him after the amazing night you two spent together, but he’s not going to let you get away from him so easily. ❞
PAIRING: jeon wonwoo x female reader
GENRE: bad boy au, smut
WORD COUNT: 5.6k
WARNINGS: bad boy!wonwoo, allusions of illicit activities, descriptions of minor injuries, wonwoo is down HORRENDOUS, reader is in denial about her feelings, our bad boi is soft for one (1) person, mutual pining, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, riding, multiple creampies, overstimulation, mating press, aftercare
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A/N: here’s a little something to celebrate one year with this blog. very grateful to all my followers and mutuals who’ve made this past year amazing! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
Wonwoo glares at his phone, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek in annoyance.
It’s been a week. An entire fucking week without hearing from you. He knew he should’ve ignored Jihoon’s calls and stayed in bed with you that night, but when he sent a message saying the entire crew needed to be there, he couldn’t ignore it. Now, he really wishes he would have.
The night he spent with you was the most incredible of his life, and now he might never relive it because he left in a haste, only leaving you with a brief kiss and a promise to come back.
“You still torn up over that sweet lil’ thing from that flower shop?” Seungcheol's voice has never sounded more irritating than it does now.
“That’s Shua’s girl, dumbass.”
Being on the receiving end of that mean tone and angry glare doesn’t faze Seungcheol in the slightest. In fact, it only causes his infamous smirk to get wider. To see the stoic Jeon Wonwoo acting up over a girl is not only a rarity, but it’s also really fucking funny. That’s why he can’t resist pushing Wonwoo’s buttons further.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Seungcheol cackles. “Guess you better hurry up and help us finish this shit. Her shift ends soon.”
Wonwoo can feel his irritation near that boiling point he could usually avoid. Of course Seungcheol knows about your schedule. That asshole has the annoying habit of knowing everything about anyone who is even the tiniest bit associated with the crew. Sure, it’s for precautionary reasons, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. Nonetheless, Wonwoo focuses on the task at hand so he can catch you before you leave work.
Jeon Wonwoo is the bane of your existence.
From the moment he first came around with that stupidly attractive smirk of his, your life was never the same. And now that you fucked him, it never will be again.
Giving into your carnal desires isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but getting mixed up with the likes of Jeon Wonwoo definitely is. Despite not knowing all of the grimy details, you know he’s bad news. You can see all the red flags clearly—the people he hangs around, all the fights he gets in, and the tattoos littering his body. And yet, none of those warning signs mattered now or when Wonwoo was ravishing you in a way that still made your toes curl just by thinking about it.
Maybe the worst part of it all is that you can’t get the resident bad boy out of your head, or the way he held you after you two had sex. It’s like you can still feel how he nuzzled into your neck, strong arms tightening around you like he never wanted to let you go. Part of you hopes that he wouldn’t have if he hadn’t had some urgent business to take care of. It’s a dangerous thought, but even so you can’t help but crave that uncharacteristically sweet side of him that he presumably only showed you.
A displeased sigh comes out of you as you gather your things to go home. It’s bad enough that you can’t stop thinking about Wonwoo, but to think that you’re actually pining over him even though he literally disappeared after your night together is—
“Y/N left already.”
It’s Mingyu’s voice you hear at first, and it makes you stop in your tracks. You wonder who could be asking for you until you hear someone answer him. It feels like your heart is going to jump out of your chest when you hear a familiar deep voice that has your stupid pussy clenching in anticipation.
“Alright. Thanks.”
You peek out from the back when you hear the door chime. It’s annoying that your chest tightens when you see a set of wide shoulders draped in a leather jacket walking toward the large motorcycle parked outside. The way your mind goes blank yet is also clogged with nothing but thought of Wonwoo is infuriating. You don’t realize you’re pouting at the exit until Mingyu jumps back in shock at seeing your sulking figure.
“Y/N what– I thought you left!” He says, vaguely gesturing behind him. “You just missed your boyfriend! I think he wanted to take you home—”
“Boyfriend?” You interrupt him, not entirely angry or disgusted that your coworker had referred to Wonwoo as such.
Mingyu furrows his eyebrows. “Yeah? The scary dude with the leather jacket that comes in here all the time just to see you. He’s your boyfriend, right?”
It’s almost mortifying that your sweet but oblivious coworker can tell that there was something going on between you and the resident bad boy. And yet, there’s also a part of you that likes the fact that Wonwoo is so obvious about his feelings. You don’t know what to make of these conflicting emotions that you can’t seem to shake, and seeing Wonwoo (even just the back of him) didn’t help you find the clarity you so desperately need.
“Well, even if he’s not, he definitely wants to fuck you.” Mingyu says with a wink as he brushes past you to check on the pastries he had put in the oven ten minutes ago.
You wonder how he would react if you told him that Wonwoo already has.
Wonwoo thinks you’re the cutest person ever. And the part of you he finds the most cute? The fact that you actually think he’s going to let you avoid him forever. You’re good at it, he’ll give you that (even if he can see right through your every method).
It’s funny that you actually change your off days and regular working hours just to avoid seeing him and throw him off, which it does—at first. He knows you haven’t quit because Josh mentioned seeing you at the bakery when he went to buy the love of his life a cake for her birthday. This is confirmed when he goes to see for himself the next day.
Maybe you don’t realize Wonwoo can see you run to the back through the large glass windows when you hear his motorcycle, but either way he thinks it’s funny. Actually, it’s hilarious because soon enough you were going to give into him like before.
Meanwhile, you feel like a mouse being preyed on by a sly cat—one that’s toying with you before he finally catches you. Avoiding Wonwoo had been easy at first, but now you’re starting to wonder if he had let it seem easy.
“Babydoll.”
You almost drop a tray of croissants when you hear a familiar deep voice calling for you. The way you whip around with a gaping mouth must be hilarious because Wonwoo just smirks at you in that infuriating way that drives you crazy. Your hands tighten around the tray as you snap your mouth closed, trying to contemplate on how to navigate the situation.
With a bit of a mental pep talk, you finally manage to put up that happy to help attitude you usually had with every other customer. The smile you give him feels exaggerated and fake, but it’s the only way you can mask all the emotions you’re feeling.
“What can I get for you?”
That devilish smirk widens as Wonwoo pretends to skim all the delicious pastries in the case before he sets his smoldering eyes back on you. “This all looks good,” he muses quietly, but you can hear him perfectly since it’s only you two. “But I think you’re the only thing that can satisfy my hunger.”
It kills you that his words make you heat up from the inside out. You ignore him and start to put the croissants into the case. The clench of your jaw is tight and bordering on painful, but it’s the only way you can keep your emotions from spilling over for him to see.
Unfortunately, your lack of response doesn’t really faze him. One thing you’ve come to learn about Wonwoo is that he’s never uncomfortable in the silence. You wish you could say the same. You’re nearly squirming by the time you’re done placing the croissants in their designated space because he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you once.
Finally, you look up to meet Wonwoo’s gaze. It’s so intense that you almost want to look away. However, there’s a part of you that loves being under the heat of his stare since you can clearly see the desire he has for you.
“You’ve been ignoring me.”
“You’ve been gone.” You counter, vaguely aware that you sound like a sulking girlfriend.
Wonwoo realizes this too because he gently coos at you. “Missed me, babydoll?”
Yes. “You wish.”
It’s obvious Wonwoo doesn’t believe you. That stupid smirk of his only seems to get bigger with every passing moment, and you don’t know if you want to kiss it or smack it off his face.
“I missed you.” He tells you honestly, loving how you’re visibly growing flustered with his words.
Resisting him would be a lot easier if he wasn’t so tempting to you and if the feelings he always evoked from you weren’t so strong. Before you can say anything to betray your easily crumbling facade, Mingyu comes out from the back with a tray of small cakes. Wonwoo gives you a once over before stepping away from the case.
“I’ll be back after your shift. Wait for me.”
You don’t wait for him—technically. It’s not waiting since Wonwoo is already outside of the bakery when your shift ends. He’s clad in his leather jacket, dark jeans, and signature combat boots. It’s not fair that he can lean against his bike so casually while looking as good as ever.
Ignoring him would’ve been all too easy, but you can’t when you notice the bruises and cuts on his pretty face. A familiar irritation bubbles in your chest, but annoyingly enough, it’s overpowered by the concern you feel. You react before you can fully think your actions through.
“What the hell!”
Wonwoo’s eyes widen the tiniest bit when you stomp over to him with angry tears in your eyes. You can’t even enjoy his cute shocked face because of the overwhelming concern and anger you feel. All you can do is hit his brawny chest in frustration.
“You—You asshole!” Your voice cracks with raw emotion as you continue to weakly hit his chest. “You said– you promised that you weren’t going to fight anymore—!”
Wonwoo lets you hit him. His chest aches, but not because of your soft blows. The last thing he meant to do was make you cry, and it’s something he wishes to never see again. His large hands come up to cup your face, fingers delicately wiping your tears. “I know I should’ve kept my promise, and I’m sorry. Just please don’t cry anymore.”
You let out a quiet whimper at his tenderness. His eyes are full of so much remorse and concern that it makes any remaining willpower you have left disappear. It feels right to bury yourself in his chest and let yourself be held by him. He caresses your back, and you can’t hate that it actually makes you feel better.
Once you’ve calmed down, you pull back and smack Wonwoo’s beefy chest again. “Asshole.”
“Your asshole.” His haze is tender as he cradles your tearstained cheek in his hand.
You scowl at him, but it’s quickly wiped off your face when he places a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth. A sudden desire consumes you when you see Wonwoo’s affectionate gaze. This time you let yourself be driven by your desire and press your lips against his.
It’s easy for him to melt into the kiss. Wonwoo sighs into your mouth as one of his hands comes up to cup your face. His rings feel cool against your warm skin, and you let out a quiet moan when his other hand slips into the back pocket of your jeans and squeezes your ass while pulling you closer to him.
The kiss is slow at first until your hands smooth over Wonwoo’s chest and fist his shirt to pull him closer. You part your lips to allow his tongue to slip into your mouth. It feels like you got struck by a bolt of electricity the longer his lips are on yours. His desire and hunger are evident in his needy movement, and you absolutely love it.
When you two finally pull away, you’re left breathless. Wonwoo’s thumb gently caresses your cheek as his heart pounds harshly in his chest. “Stay the night with me, babydoll.”
“M’kay.” You breathe out, mind still swimming.
The smile he gives you is so pretty that it makes something inside you burn with ardent desire. You feel like you’re floating on air when Wonwoo hands you a spare helmet that happens to be your favorite color. He looks bashful as he waits for you to accept it, and you wish you could take a picture of his pretty blush.
In spite of all the reasons you have not to take the helmet from him, you still do. And you don’t regret it.
You’ve never allowed yourself to regret the things that you’ve done because life is too short for regrets. But you definitely regret avoiding Wonwoo as long as you have, especially with the way he’s trailing his lips along your legs. Every wet kiss he leaves behind has your heart hammering and your cunt clenching in want.
Finally, Wonwoo gets to your inner thighs. His large hands spread you open with ease, eyes dark when he sees your wet pussy.
“Fuck.” His gaze fixed between your legs as if he's in a trance. “You’re already so wet.”
Your toes curl when his breath ghosts over your cunt. It sends delicious shivers throughout your body, and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips into his face. But as you’re starting to learn, it seems like Wonwoo knows what you want before you even ask for it.
“You want my mouth, babydoll?”
Wonwoo nearly blows his load when you nod cutely, a needy mewl escaping your lips. “Please.”
He hooks your legs over his wide shoulders, thumbs spreading your folds open for his viewing pleasure. Wonwoo resists his ravenous desire for you long enough to toy with your pretty pussy before he actually tastes it—a luxury he hadn’t gotten to do last time. His rough hands are soon occupied with you, one hand pinching and flicking your sensitive clit while the other gently rubs your slippery folds.
“Fuck, baby.” You whine, biting down on your lower lip. “Feels so good.”
Your cunt is dripping with so much of your arousal that Wonwoo’s fingers are drenched as he slowly rubs circles against your aching bud. It’s throbbing and pulsing in need as his pace grows the tiniest bit quicker. You can’t even try to contain your moans as you stare down at your boyfriend.
Wonwoo has a huge smirk on his pink lips. You’re making such a mess on his fingers, and he just loves it. “You look so fucking cute when your squirm like this, babydoll.”
A needy whimper tumbles past your lips when he presses a gentle kiss to your throbbing clit. It pulses under the attention like it wants his mouth again. Wonwoo’s pupils are blown wide as he licks the remnants of your arousal off his lips. The addicting taste makes his control snap, and in the next second he smashes his face into your cunt like a starved man.
Your hips start move on their own as Wonwoo groans deeply into your drooling pussy. His mouth latches onto your clit, massaging the nub with his tongue. The movements are skilled and toe-curling, and you already feel like you’re fucked out.
“Wonwoo!” You cry out in absolute pleasure when he slips two fingers inside you.
His long fingers work your cunt open, curling up to rub the sensitive spot inside you that made you arch your back in ecstasy. Your mouth is dropped open in a silent min the longer Wonwoo fucks you with his tongue. He captures your juices with his tongue only to slobber them all over you again. Your hands grab ahold of his hair as he keeps moaning into your wet pussy, the vibrations shooting up your spine with every one of his movements.
All it takes his his nose bumping against your clit as he licks around his pumping digits for you to come all over his face. Wonwoo groans into your creamy cunt, licking up every drop of your release.
“So fucking messy.” He grunts as his hand spreads your folds and exposes your heat to the cool air. His fingers trail down your cunt, tenderly rubbing along your sensitive lips. “Fuck, just look at that cream."
You can’t contain your needy moan when Wonwoo brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. He’s so fucking hot that you just want him to fuck you until you can’t think. Before you can get him to do exactly that, a heavy weight settles on your soppy cunt. His cock is hot and wet as it slides between your folds.
“You feel so good, angel.” Wonwoo groans as he thrusts forward, coating the underside of his dick with your arousal. “So fucking wet, just for me.”
The mouthwatering sight of your folds splitting open as he slides his cock between them makes him feel like he’s drunk. Maybe he is. Drunk on your pussy, that is. He only gets to enjoy the feeling for a second before you eagerly buck your hips against his.
“Let me ride you.”
It’s a miracle that Wonwoo doesn’t come all over your stomach at the words you moaned so desperately. He’s quick to get into position, leaning against his headboard as you hover above him. You look so eager as you straddle his lap, the love bites he littered all over your thighs giving him a sense of pride as he brushes his thumbs over them.
Wonwoo’s free hand reaches for your ass. He roughly kneads the skin before slapping it. You moan out in pleasure. Everything is almost too much for you to handle. The sight of him bellow you waiting patiently for you to fuck him like the first time is making your core throb with insatiable desire. His cock rests on his stomach, leaking with precum and waiting for you to sit on it.
The hottest part of it all is how Wonwoo’s looking at you with unadulterated desire and affection—like you’re a living goddess on top of him. Your hands are splayed over his muscular chest, and he just loves the feeling of them smoothing over his hot skin.
His hands move on their own, caressing your hips and mapping out every inch of your body with his rough hands. Wonwoo kisses any part of you he can reach, lips trailing from your neck down to your collarbones. His large hands slip back to your ass to deliver a sharp spank which makes you fall forward. Wonwoo skillfully captures one of your tits in his mouth, tongue immediately gliding over your hardened nipple.
“Nonu!” You cry out as your arms hook over his shoulders to keep him close, softly moaning as he switches between your tits, warm tongue swirling around each erect nub.
The cute little nickname makes his cock twitch. Fuck. You were going to drive him completely insane.
He gently nips at your sensitive bud before pulling away to look up at you. “You look so fucking pretty on top of me, babydoll.” He murmurs, forcing himself to stay still as you shift against his leaking tip.
His sweet praise is enough to make your pussy flutter. You mewl as he teasingly circles his cock against your pussy. The insistent nudges from his leaking head are making your head swim with pleasure. You’re so soaked at this point that he can feel your arousal start to stick to his skin.
Finally, you can’t resist any longer and slowly sink down on his cock. Your tight walls stretch wide, welcoming the bulbous head with just a bit of resistance. It’s been almost two weeks, and you’d already forgotten it felt to have such big and thick dick inside you. His cock isn’t even halfway inside yet, and you can nearly feel him in your stomach.
You sit back and slowly circle your hips, throwing your head back with a moan when his twitching tip nudges your walls repeatedly. Wonwoo feels like he’s gone and died to heaven with the filthy show you’re giving him of your soppy cunt. He curses quietly at the sight of your tight cunt clinging to his fat tip, nearly blowing his load at the erotic sight.
“Show me what you can do, pretty girl.”
He doesn’t have to tell you twice. With a wanton moan and your hands braced behind you, you slide all the way down. You whimper at the stretch, loving the feeling of his thick cock splitting you open. Mewls flutter from your lips, and it feels like the oxygen is slowly being forced out of your lungs.
Once he’s fully inside you, Wonwoo is sure that he’s never going to feel as good as he does now. His head is thrown back and his eyes roll to the back of his head. The feeling of your hot cunt wrapped around him is absolute heaven. You share in his feeling as you moan loudly, completely full and stretched out as he grips your ass to steady you on his dick.
Wonwoo can’t stop looking at the fucked out look on your face while you’re busy staring down at where your pussy and his cock meet. You don’t notice how his pupils are blown out with lust at the sight of you impaled on his cock. His heart fluttering in his chest because fuck, you’re like a literal goddess on top of him.
“Shit, babydoll. You gotta move.” He sounds out of breath, almost needy with his plea.
Wonwoo looks so fucked out and pretty that your pussy tightens around him at the hot sight. That's all it takes for you to give him what he wants. You lift your hips before slamming your ass back down. His cock reaches so deep inside you that you throw you head back with a loud cry. It makes you ravenous, and you eagerly repeat your movements until your practically bouncing on his cock.
You lean towards him and wrap your arms around his neck, your pace faltering a bit when your lips meet his neck. As you litter his skin with wet kisses and gentle bites, you feel his cock throb and twitch inside you. It makes you think that you might actually get him to come first this time.
At least, until Wonwoo commits the tender act of pressing a sweet kiss to your shoulder, removing a hand from your ass to gently thumb at your clit.
“Fuck, Nonu.” You whimper at the stimulation. “You’re so deep.”
“Missed having you on my cock, babydoll. You look so fucking pretty being split open like this.” His fingers trace your stretched hole before they slap your clit.
You moan wantonly when Wonwoo suddenly thrusts up, going impossibly deeper. That’s when you know he's about to ruin you in the way you’ve been craving. You shove your face into his neck, sucking and biting his skin so he can move you on his cock in the way he wants. Apparently, this isn’t enough for him, though.
Wonwoo grips your face, pressing his fingers into your cheeks. “Need to see your pretty face while I fuck you stupid.”
He doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s gripping your ass and grinding you on his cock. His fingertips press into your soft flesh as he lifts you and brings you down his length. You start bouncing to meeting his pumps. Broken mewls contrast with Wonwoo’s groans and mix in the the sound of lewd squelching and skin slapping. His abs tighten every time you come back down, thighs flexing beneath your ass.
Your swollen clit rubs against his pelvis with every thrust, and the feeling is quickly driving you insane. The knot in your stomach is coming undone fast, much faster than you want, but you feel too good to stop. Wonwoo isn’t doing much better. His mind is only full of you and the way your hot cunt is gripping his cock. The carnal look in his eye is locked to where you’re connected. He’s mesmerized with strings of arousal connecting his skin to your dripping folds.
“You look so fucking pretty when you’re bouncing on my cock—just like last time. Gonna let me pump your pretty pussy full again, babydoll?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” You cry out mindlessly, a delicious ache blooming in your core. “Whatever you want!”
You can’t believe Wonwoo has the audacity to blush like you two aren’t literally fucking like animals. It makes you gush around him, orgasm so close that you can feel it in every inch of your body.
“God, baby. Keep fucking yourself stupid on my dick.” He growls as he fucks up into you harder, needing to see you come undone on his cock.
The leaking tip of his cock brushes against your sweet spot over and over again until your eyes gloss over like you’re on the brink of tears. Wonwoo will never get enough of that fucked out face of yours, and it drives that insatiable desire in him to fuck you impossibly harder.
It takes only a few more deep thrusts for you to come on his cock with a loud moan. Your body shudders and shakes against him in absolute pleasure. Wonwoo’s movements don't stop. He fucks you through your orgasm and straight into overstimulation. But you can’t really care because it feels so fucking good. All you can do is cry out his name until he’s emptying his balls inside you.
“Y/N!” He groans into your ear as he pumps you full of his hot cum, thick ropes filling you to the brim until it’s leaking out and coating his heavy sack.
You’re gently grinding into each other as your mouths meet for a messy kiss. Wonwoo’s still-hard cock keeps twitching inside you, and you can’t help but groan into his mouth at the feeling.
“More.” You plead against his lips. “Want you to keep stuffing me full of your cum.”
“Fuck, angel.” Wonwoo pants out. “You’ll be the death of me.”
But if this was death, he’d gladly embrace it every time.
Wonwoo moves down the bed until his back meets the messy sheets. With his hands secured on your waist and the back of your neck, he pulls you down to his chest and forces you to take every inch of his throbbing cock. At this angle, he feels even thicker. Your mind goes blank as his fat dick spears into your tight hole relentlessly.
Wet noises fill the room, dancing in the air with your wanton cries. A white ring forms at the base of his cock, smearing down to his loaded sack. Wonwoo moans along with you, large hands sliding down your body to grip fistfuls of your ass. You let out a broken gasp when he grinds up and pulls you down, stuffing you to the brim only to do it again and again.
You’re panting and whimpering as his cock sinks in deep, plugging your dripping cunt. Tingles of ecstasy course through your quivering body with ever snap of his hips. You aren’t even moving anymore, it’s all Wonwoo. He’s fucking you on his cock like you're his personal fucktoy. The more you think about it like that, the more turned on you’re getting.
Your hot cunt tightens around his veiny cock. The drag of his veiny length stretching you out makes more of your juices coat his dick and spill down to his heavy balls. Wonwoo shudders when he feels how tight you keep getting. He can feel his own high quickly approaching.
“You gonna come for me again, babydoll? Soak my cock with your cream and make a mess all over me?” Wonwoo changes the angle of his hips as he speaks his lewd words. The tip of his cock slams into the soft spot inside you that makes you scream in pleasure. He keeps pounding into you from below without stopping, and you love every second of it.
“Fucking love your cock.” You babble mindlessly, any and every thought that’s not about the fat cock splitting you open being fucked out of you.
“Sweet little cunt is all mine now.” Wonwoo growls possessively. “Gonna be mine forever, right, baby?”
It’s all too much. His filthy yet sweet words combined with his fierce thrusts make you fall over that edge and into your orgasm, this one more powerful than the last. Your body erupts in flames as you squirt all over Wonwoo’s aching cock. He keeps you locked on his dick, balls slapping against your ass as he continues to pound into your gushing cunt.
“So fucking good.” Wonwoo groans gutturally before his hot cum floods your ruined cunt, painting your stretched out walls and claiming you in every sense of the word.
So much of his cum spills out and trickles down his pulsing cock, and you whimper when Wonwoo fucks it deeper into your pussy. You’re both sweaty and sticky, yet there’s still a burning ache in your core that seems like it can only be soothes by Wonwoo and his big cock.
“Want it again.” You moan into his ear, clenching down on his twitching dick. “Please.”
This is where you learn that the resident bad boy can never tell you no.
You barely process him flipping you over and manhandling you into the position he wants. Wonwoo presses your legs against your chest and start to pound into you with rough thrusts. He’s slow but brutish, slamming against your cervix every time he pushes in. Your cream soaks his thick cock and your inner thighs. It slowly drips down to your ass where his heavy balls slap against the tender skin.
“Fuck, babydoll. I’ll never get enough of this tight little pussy.” He sounds so gone, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust.
You cry out each time, the pleasure blooming into that delicious feeling in your stomach. Wonwoo’s words have you clenching around his dick, and he lets out a deep groan. He keeps moaning out praises about how good you are for him, but it’s hard to focus on his words when his thick cock is pummeling into you relentlessly.
You continuously gush around Wonwoo’s cock on the brink of yet another orgasm as you leave a stain around the base. Your pussy is stretched beyond belief, and it feels so fucking good that’s it’s making you delirious.
“I’m gonna have to stuff this pretty pussy full every day.” Wonwoo moans, loving how your cunt keeps spasming around his throbbing cock. He’s fantasised about this for so long, and now that he’s had you he’s completely addicted to you.
“Fuh-Fuck!” You wail, soaking his cock even more at his promise, leaving it dripping.
Wonwoo’s thrusts grow more powerful and ravenous. The pretty sounds you’re letting out every time he drives in and out of you is driving him insane. It’s not long for the harsh snapping of his hips to finally send you into your climax. This one is more somehow more intense than your previous one. Wonwoo groans loudly, watching as you squirt all over his cock.
Each time Wonwoo strokes your g-spot, another gush of liquid spurts from your core. “You’re so fucking hot, angel. Making a mess all over my cock.”
“Come inside me.” You beg with a loud moan, mind already so far gone to think about anything else but being fucked full of his hot cum.
Your lewd plea only drives his desire for you. Wonwoo feels his orgasm approaching with every rough thrust. His balls are aching to be emptied again, and he doesn’t hesitate to chase that euphoric feeling. Your pussy is practically begging him to fill you up with his seed, and he does exactly that. With one final shove, he bottoms out inside you and stills, cock twitching and throbbing in your hot cunt.
A huge load of cum pours into you, coating your walls and taking up the minimal space his cock hasn’t covered. Wonwoo slowly fucks it into you until you’re both whimpering from the overstimulation.
When he pulls out, his cum and your cream slowly leak out of your messy cunt. The fucked out pants you’re letting out are quickly stifled by Wonwoo's lips. You moan into his mouth as he slowly lets go of your legs and hooks them around his hips.
Pulling away, you barely register as he starts to tenderly kiss all over your body. You’re completely sated and too gone to acknowledge your surroundings even as Wonwoo gets up and brings back a warm towel. He gently cleans you up, whispering sweet praises that make you feel a different type of euphoria.
“Hold me, Nonu.” You finally manage to say when you realize he’s done cleaning the both of you up.
His smile is so pretty and precious as he goes to lay with you. The way he cradles you against his chest is comforting, and you know that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
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┈⋆⭒ lando norris x rival femdriver!reader [2.3k]
┈⋆⭒ prologue !
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here! ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contains: swearing
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: this is an enemies/rivals to lovers and I am so incredibly excited to write this so here's the prologue. :)
2022 season, driver for Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula 1 team.
You hadn't had a problem with Lando Norris. You weren't friends by any means but you used to smile at him, give him a pat on the back when he did well on the weekend. You used to scoff at some of his sly jokes he made to reporters. You used to be polite acquaintances. That was until the moment you saw something in him you despised. Something that you saw as unforgivable.
-MIAMI GRAND PRIX 2022
You were on pole.
You were actually on pole.
For the first time in your career you had taken pole.
The feeling was something incomparable to just about anything you’d ever experienced.
Stepping out of the car, having everyone congratulate you as you beamed, walking to the media pen for post-qualifying interviews smiling like an idiot. It was your first pole in your career and it warranted something to talk about. Though it had taken years for the interviewers to not comment on your gender, you relished in the fact that not a single interview today had asked about how it felt to have long hair or if it was uncomfortable wearing a racing suit and also having tits. Or how it felt that your competitors would always have a “biological advantage”. There was not one single comment made even similar to the quietly yet blatantly sexist comments you were so used to receiving and combatting. These interviews as pleasant as they were remained about the car, about the race and about the track. Things you loved to talk about when people actually listened. You look back at Carlos and Charles and they both whisper congratulations mid-interview. Miami definitely wasn't your favourite, the track was alright but what you hated the most (nevermind sounding stuck up) were the fans or atleast some of them. You'd already had too many shit experiences with middle aged white men telling you that Mercedes was a team purely for “show” or that they shouldn't make formula one a “political” sport. Are you fucking joking?
On the other hand, all the women you met were lovely, telling you how proud they were, how amazing you were. But all the men, oh they would either compliment you or insult you, both were equally uncomfortable experiences. Nevertheless, it was something you’ve sadly gotten used to and something you refused to dwell on this weekend. Your pace was superb, you had got pole after all and the idea that a win was in the books was one that kept you awake that night. Although needing the sleep just as bad.
The morning brought a wave of heavily suspected nerves, your hands were shaking annoyingly and you kept having to hide the fact from the cameras, so as to not make a story out of it, something that you inwardly (and outwardly) despised journalists about. Their ability to stick their nose in things so clearly marked “Keep Out!” You'd already seen about seven articles this year, making up some bogus story about how you and charles were secretly dating or some weird romantic trope, getting all these photos of friendly interactions and marking it up to PR interactions and we were secretly dating. It was funny actually, the lengths people would go to just to somehow justify their hate for you. At Least if you were dating a driver they could say you were only in the sport because, oh how did Christian Horner put it. “The drivers are good looking.” Which is exactly why you’d made sure to stay strictly friends with every single one, dating completely and totally outside the Formula 1 fucked up family circle.
As the media commitments finally wrapped up and you did the final interviews before being let go to prepare for the race you bumped into Alex, you admired him as a driver and he was always kind to you, he wished you good luck and congratulated you on your first pole before excusing himself to be escorted to the Williams garage. As you said, you were friendly with most of the drivers. You reach your drivers room and let out a sigh of relief seeing your physio standing there already. You do some quick warmups, stretches exercises before she asks if anything is hurting. You mention a point in your lower back in which she focuses on and does a few different methods on relieving some of the pain before you need to get in the car. You weigh in and settle into the car, brain fuzzed and hands though not shaking were sweaty and your heart was beating so loud you thought you might die, the sound feeling as though it was echoing around your helmet. Checking through the last thing with the engineers, suddenly you were alone on the track, open track ahead of you for the first time, you were starting alongside Max, who you knew was heavily tarnishing your chance of a win, but there was still the hope for a better start and better strategy. Maybe just maybe you could keep him behind?
Formation lap, returning back to your places, you were doing what you were taught, think of nothing, think of nothing, close the door, close the door. Close the door. Breath, you dont dare to blink as you watch the lights one by one before they all go off. Zooming off into the first corner your mind is blank as you like it and you are focused. You’re aware of your jaw tensing as you keep max behind going into turn 8. Your engineer is giving you lap by lap updates but its not helping as you push and push to keep him barely 1.2 seconds behind. You managed the pace but you noticed going into lap 23 that the rear tires were sliding, feeling it through turn 14 and 15 as you glimpsed max in your mirrors just as you swerved slightly. You were still in the lead however and feeling confident enough that pitting know and losing places would just mean others pitting later. You mention on the radio about the rears and they tell you to watch the tire deg for a few more laps and then they’ll bring you in. you reply in a quick yes before racking your brain on how the fuck youre going to handle these for another “few” laps. Not surprisingly max overtakes you on the next lap at turn 10 and you immediately opt to pit. You exit the pit lane acutely aware of the position you will come out in. P10, great. The tires took what felt like years to finally heat up and for you to actually start gaining positions but once you gained one, it all fell into place. The undercut had worked as everyone stopped to pit for fresh tires you gained time and on the 38th lap you’d found yourself right back in p2, comfortably looking at the rear wing of max verstappen who was yet to pit as he started on the hard not the mediums. But, you figured he'd be feeling the rears go soon and you could just wait it out but also, as you were reminded by your race engineer: manage paceand defend behind. Going into the 39th lap you watched as verstappen pulled into the pit lane and your jaw for the first time in nearly 40 laps, relaxed. If you could just keep the tires until the end this was yours. Your engineer alerted you that max had come out in p11 and although he was on mediums, it would still take him what they estimated to be 12 laps to reach the top pack again. Currently you were driving steady, your gaze was forward and you remained ahead by 2.3 seconds, an honourable lead but you could always push. The straights seemed to test the car more as Charles gained 0.8 in the straight but lost that same time almost immediately in the corners. Going into lap 49 your engineer alerted of the gap between you and p2,3,4 and 5. It was only 3 seconds. fuck , fuck fuck. Verstappen was still climbing and you were still losing grip with 8 laps left could you seriously make these shitty tires last, your questioned was answered as you grazed the wall coming out of turn 2, your rear tires simply giving out as you righted the car.
“Did you just see that?”
“Yes we did”
“What can I do? I'm losing grip”
“Norris is .9 behind”
“Yeah alright thanks”
No help, cool. But now norris was behind, what happened to Charles. Aw what the fuck these tires were shit and the only hope was the brief 5 laps, however they seemed to be stretching out hopelessly as you locked up again and again. It was nearly undriveable approaching the 54th lap.
“Norris is .7 behind, he has been advised to overtake”
You don’t bother to respond, you’re trying to figure out how the fuck to still win this race, focusing all your will power into defense now as the McLaren inches dangerously closer to your rear wing. You’re cautious as you follow the racing line through turn 11, but your brain clocks out the minute that you glance in the mirror and see Lando Norris’ wheel impossibly close to yours as he attempts an overtake on the outside. You pray for no contact and it's futile, all the fucking effort you put in and the tire management was all fucking useless, because thanks to Lando Norris and his bullshit strategy and sheer fucking selfishness he hits your rear wheel sending you into straight into the barrier. What should’ve been your first win in formula one was made into a fucking joke as you watched the McLaren drive off unopposed. There were simply no words to describe the sheer anger you felt, your jaw tensed again, your teeth fucking shook and suddenly you wanted to cry. You knew you shouldn't.
Reminding yourself of where you were, you lifted your head up, being met with the red and yellow of the barrier.
“Are you okay?”
You have nothing to say, afraid your voice might break or you'll scream. You reach out and lift yourself out of the car.
Nothing could've prepared you for the red that filled your vision as you watched Lando Norris lift up that first place trophy that should've been yours.
Of course you were jealous but you weren't just that. You were fucking furious. Not only had he crashed into you, ruining your race. He had blamed it all on you, in a post race interview he said-
"yeah, no. I mean I don't think anyone is to blame but I also think she was in a position where she should have let me by and when she braked late she sent her wheel into mine."
A fucking lie. nobody is to blame? maybe the person who actually hit your fucking wheel maybe, the person trying to steal my fucking racing line maybe? There was no fucking consoling you as you made your way as quietly as you could to the McLaren garage, at least hoping for an apology. You spot him talking to Carlos and you go over, initially only facing Carlos, congratulating him on his points before turning to Lando, who is standing there with a smug look on your face. You want to punch him.
"I'm sorry about how your race ended Dylan, I really thought you had this one" Carlos sounded genuine and he rubbed your shoulder while he said it. It was a nice thing to say but you were acutely aware of Lando's presence.
"Thanks Carlos" I nod
"sorry but do you think I could speak to Lando alone please?"
he nods and walks off as Lando outwardly groans, you turn towards him and wait. For anything.
"Nothing? Really?"
he raises his eyebrows "What?"
Your nostrils flare and you swallow as you try to fathom this.
"No fucking apology Norris?" its not the most polite thing, but its the most polite things on a list of things to say to him.
he pouts his lips jokingly and then pops his lips.
"Nup."
That's it, something in your brain fizzles over, you're as angry as you can contain and you just stand there stoic looking at his smug fucking face as he holds what should've been your trophy. There is a bitter taste in your mouth as you smile out of sheer disbelief, an unnerving smile before leaning forward to whisper in his ear.
"I didn't brake late and you fucking know it"
You ignored the way his lips twitched into a kind of twisted smile or the way he went to respond before you walked away.
As you walk away from him your breathing is shallow and fast, he doesn’t try and argue with you and you are still fuming as you reach the hotel and try to sleep. Ending up on the treadmill, running until you couldn't be angry anymore but the minute you stopped it all came flooding back, blood on fire again and you were back in those fucking barriers. Your jaw tensed, you would never ever look in the direction of Lando fucking Norris again.
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Well that took a dark turn-
ANYWAYS what if reader escapes their first kidnapped Attemp from batfam and just dissappears, like go into hiding, and they can't be tracked down for a few weeks, what will batfam do?? Do you think the reader will be able to do that? 👀 👀 (I love this series and the ideas anons are giving ıts amazing<33)
What can I say? With yanderes there are only dark corners that progressively get darker the further you go.
(Also I'm glad! And I agree!! The ideas the anons are giving are amazing and I love them to bits!)
As for your question, in the series I don't believe that the reader will be able to fully achieve that. Since with what actually happens- well, it's kind of complicated, though they could try!
In a hypothetical scenario (that, once again, doesn't involve what'll happen in the series), the Batfam, in short, would freak the fuck out all over again.
Granted, they do have more information about the reader this time around, compared to when they first started looking for them. However, that doesn't seem to help, as they aren't able to locate the reader anywhere. Having even more trouble than the first night they tried looking for them, which is kind of saying something.
As you've said, it takes them a few weeks. Though by the first week they're already on the brink of insanity.
The Batfam finally had a taste of what life could've been with the reader in it. Of what life is like with the reader in it. Only for that to get taken away from them... and maybe it is deserved. Maybe that's just karma finally biting back, and showing the Batfam the one good thing that's ever happened to them, only to take it away. Only to steal it away again, to pour more pounds of salt on their aching wounds. Maybe it's what they deserve for ignoring the reader, and neglecting them for so long.
But they don't care.
They had the reader. They finally managed to bring them back home- and this happens? The reader ends up disappearing all over again? They leave again? But why? Didn't they want this too? Didn't they want to be a part of the family? What happened to that? Why can't they have it anymore? Why does the reader keep running away?
Y'know how I said in that one post where an anon asked "what would happen if the reader moved to a different country, instead of staying in Gotham?" (Or something around those lines-), that the Batfam would not only lose their minds, but be on the very brink the moment they find the reader, and thus, don't even have to think before kidnapping them? Well, this is very similar to that, except during those few weeks, at least a few of them absolutely tip over.
The moment they find the reader they don't even wait. No more slow approaches or mind games, they need the reader- now.
Nothing is going to change that. Nothing is going to get in the way of that. Not anymore. Not ever.
The reader wouldn't even get a chance to react or even make the smallest sound. All they know is that they were just suddenly minding their own buisness, albeit very paranoid and trying to be the most cautious they could, and then they saw black. By the time they wake up? They're back in their room in the manor. Maybe with a few... things missing if you catch my drift.
Since, now, well-
The Batfam will prioritize having the reader with them over any song or tune they'll ever hear them play.
The reader is what matters most to them, and they're never letting go. Never.
Even if it means taking away thing that'll limit them further. The Batfam is always there to help, so surely there isn't a problem, right? If anything, this just unlocks new bonding opportunities! Isn't that great! Are you happy?
Now the reader nees them more than ever, and they wouldn't have it any other way. :]
Regardless, when I do finally manage to get part 3 out and also part 4 (whenever that'll be-), maybe why I think that the reader in the "Not [ ]" series won't be able to fully accomplish this will be more clear! Since it is a little intense what happens, and will screw the reader over enough. Though it also may further encourage to escape somehow, we'll see!
Anyway, I hope this answered your questions!!
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BIRTHDAY BOY
✰ wc: 2.9k
✰ warnings: female reader, in the porn cinematic universe, p in v sex, rimming, pegging, unprotected sex, am sleepy will edit this im the morning apologies for spelling mistakes.
✰ a/n: happy birthday to my fav fictional boy! i think I restarted this a total of seven times and this one was the one i was the most content with. branched out of my comfort zone a bit but it was well worth it.
“fuck- ride my shit. ride it like it’s yours.”
the sounds of his sweaty skin slapping against your equally as sweaty skin filled the air of your bedroom. his heavy balls hitting your ass each time you bounced on him. his big hands roaming your body, only stopping to grope at your ass and tits. your body working overtime to bring him to his high.
you had started the evening out nicely, both in looks and events. you made sure weeks ago that bakugo wasn’t to be scheduled to shoot anything on his birthday so he could take the day off and relax. even going as far to make him turn off notifications for his socials and putting his phone on do not disturb so he wouldn’t be bothered by work at home.
you had cooked for him, finding out his favorite foods through your growing time shared together. you had also dressed up a bit. donning some of your more nicer, but still relatively casual clothing and putting on some of the blue colored mascara you knew he went crazy for. although he never really showed emotion, you could tell he was thankful for the effort you put in for his birthday.
now you looked a beautiful mess. blue-tinged tear tracks ran down your cheeks and your lipgloss had been smudged, but he still thought you looked like you were sent from the heavens. katsuki thrusted up into your needy, aching hole even though you insisted he just sit back and relax. telling him that you wanted to do the labor for his birthday, but he was never the one to hold back when he wanted something.
“y’gonna cum soon?” you couldn’t form the words to respond, instead just feverishly nodding your head. the fire in your belly only growing as you approached your release. “‘m so fuckin’ close. cum with me, baby. look at the fuckin’ camera and cum f’me.”
you’d hadn’t initially planned for this to be filmed. katsuki was the one who insisted on it. you tried to argue that having the camera would be like him still working, but he countered back saying he just wanted to be able to rewatch you whenever he pleased. who were you to keep trying to put up a fight with him on his birthday?
“gonna cum- fuckin’ shit- ‘m gonna cum so hard.” it only took a few more rough thrusts before you were arching your back and clenching down on him and he was spilling his seed into your wet heat. bouncing down on him to ride you both through your orgasms and going until he physically holds you down to stop you from moving.
“have some fuckin’ mercy. ‘m not as young as i was yesterday.”
“oh my god, you’re so damn corny.” you playfully slapped his shoulder and he gave you a half smile. one of those smiles you give someone when you’re too worn out for your muscles to pull your lips up all the way.
“i can be corny on my birthday.” he pulled himself out from you and laid is head back against the headboard for a few seconds to collect himself. lazily stroking your bare skin in the time being. “‘kay now, lemme up.”
“why? ‘m not done with you yet.” you firmly planted your hands against his bare chest to press him back down against your bed.
“what else could you possibly have prepared for me after dinner, the sloppiest head i’ve ever received, and amazing sex with a pretty girl?” you grinned a mischievous grin that didn’t go unnoticed by him. his face going from looking playful to a little more fearful.
“remember when I said I wanted to try something a little different with you?” he slowly nodded his head, narrowing his red eyes at you.
“thought we could maybe try it today?” you leaned over the edge of the bed to open your bedside drawer and pull out the dildo and harness that you had nestled away.
his reaction was honestly ten times better than expected. he didn’t explode into a fit of rage and he didn’t immediately deny you either. just stared at the silicone dick in your hand. a few moments of silenced passed before he replied.
“sure i guess.”
“i respect your choice and i’m sorry for- wait what?”
“i said sure. you goin’ deaf on me?” you inconspicuously pinched your leg to make sure you weren’t making this up.
“no. i just didn’t expect you to say yes.”
“well I did. you’ve been good t’me since we met, might as well indulge you a bit.” you smiled at him and he mirrored your reaction. reaching around to grab the back or your neck and pull you into a sultry kiss. “now go put that shit on. show me whatcha got.”
you hopped up off the bed to put the harness on. carefully fastening each loop and tightening the straps. this wasn’t something you’d done before, only having been done to you by women that knew what they were doing. you couldn’t help but be curious on what it’s like to be on the giving end. bakugo watched your every movement. eyeing your hands as you adjusted everything for your body. he’d been with other people with dicks, he’d just never been the recipient. he couldn’t deny the nervous feeling that stirred in his gut.
“just take it easy on me, alright? don’t wreck my insides.” he said as you climbed back into bed with him.
“course not. i’ll take good care of ya, birthday boy.” you slotted your lips against in another sensual kiss. swiping your tongue across his pink lips and tasting the saliva that they were coated with. he groaned at the string of spit that still connected the two of you when you parted.
“gonna need you to flip on your stomach.” you spoke as you climbed out of the way.
“already? y’just gonna stick it in just like that?” the way his voice was kind of shaky made you giggle. the thought of him actually nervous about something was a wild thought.
“no, dumbass, just listen to me.” you slapped the inside of his thigh and waited for him to turn over. smirking as he rolled his eyes and did as told. rolling onto his stomach and making a show of arching his ass into the air.
“do i look just like you?”
“eh, you’re a little flatter than me,” you had positioned yourself behind him and caught a good look at his unamused expression, “you’re pretty hot though, i’ll give you that.”
“got that fuckin’ right. just had you screamin’ my name and- oh fuck.” the sudden feeling of the pad of your tongue pressing against his ass stopped his train of thought. he moved into your touch. trying not to grind into your face even though he was dangerously close. his cock had grown hard as a rock and began to drool pre onto your sheets.
“you’re so fucking good.” his voice was almost whiny, arching his back even more into your touch as you dipped your tongue in his hole. spit had began to drip from your mouth and pool onto the bed. you couldn’t stop your hand from reaching around and grilling his thick cock. running your thumb over his slit and smearing the pre he had produced down his shaft.
katsuki never thought he’d be so greedy for someone tongue-fucking his ass, but the way his body careened into your touch was undeniable. nobody had ever left him whining and panting like this. nobody had ever made him start to sweat so quickly. he began to wonder if you were somehow sent to earth to be his personal kryptonite.
you kept jerking him and eating his ass until he was pulling away from your touch and babbling on about how he didn’t want to cum before you even got to fuck him. giving him one final good lick from his balls to the curve of his ass.
“fuck, y’tying to kill me?” your core started to tingle at his breathless voice. a surge of dominance shooting down your spine knowing that you caused it.
“just giving you a good birthday.” your hand connected with his ass and he groaned at the feeling.
“think ‘m ready for you.”
“you sure? i didn’t finger you or anything.”
“i’m ten seconds away from fucking my fist if you don’t fuck me soon.” you smiled down at him and caressed his cheek. his skin looks rough, but he always feels so soft under your hands. you used your other hand to grab a bottle of lube from your nightstand, warming up a small amount and spreading it along the shaft.
“should’ve made you suck it.”
“you like to push your luck.” you both giggled a little. you cherished moments like this. little lulls in the intimacy that look awkward from the outside. it created the best memories that you enjoyed to replay in your head from time to time.
“you ready?” you rubbed the tip around his hole and waited for a response. just earning a nod of the head. you positioned yourself and leaned over his body, blonde hairs tickling your face as you leaned into his ear.
“happy birthday, katsuki.”
you slowly worked your way in. earning moans and groans from the man underneath you. your hand snaked it’s way to his face and turned his head to look at him. his pretty eyes were tightly screwed shut and you could tell he was biting the inside of his cheek. your soft lips met his once more in an effort to distract him from the unfamiliar stretch.
“y’don’t gotta go so easy on me,” he began once you pulled back from him, “was only joking earlier. i can take this shit.”
“you sure?” you had bottomed out after a while of shallow, slow thrusts to accustom him to the size.
“i’m katsuki fucking bakugo. i can take this shit.” a smirk creeped its way onto your face as you pulled almost all the way out.
“whatever you want, kats.” your hips roughly slammed back into his ass, causing him to jump forward a loudly let out a moan. your hips kept up the pace, it wasn’t as brutal as you could take, but it was bad enough for him to not be able to hold back the noises the left his throat.
your hands trailed up and down his sides in somewhat of an effort to relax him some more. nails lightly grazing his skin just enough to cause goosebumps to raise. his hips began to gently meet your thrusts as he got adjusted to the stretch.
“how’s it feelin’, kats?”
“so goddamn good.” it was as if the wind had been knocked out of him when he spoke. voice breathy and barely loud enough for you to register his words.
you used one of your hands to knock him off his hands and down to his elbows, allowing you to thrust deeper and also causing the tip to hit his prostate every time you bottomed out. the sensation unfamiliar to him and only causing his whines to grow louder and his impending orgasm to come even closer.
“makin’ me go fuckin’ crazy, baby.” something about how he already sounded so fucked out made your pussy gush onto the already soaked crotch of the harness. you reached around once more to you with his cock. the tile was an angry red and his pre continued to feverishly drip from his slit.
“gonna cum already, katsu?” you could feel his heavy balls tightening as you fondled them and it was becoming harder and harder to push in to his ass.
“shut up and let me have this.” he didn’t feel like being witty with you. in all honesty, he probably couldn’t even try to come up with a sarcastic remark. his brain was too foggy with pleasure for him to think.
your hand was small in comparison to his thick cock. it barely fitting around as you continued your ministrations. he was leaking all over your fingers as you jerked him and he was practically fucking himself on your cock trying to chase his orgasm.
“fuck.. ‘m gonna cum. please please don’t stop.” you could’ve been a bitch. could’ve got him back for all the times he’s edged you. could’ve denied him and waited for that impending feeling to subside and start all over again, but you weren’t a total asshole. deciding to save payback for another day.
your hand was beginning to cramp from how hard and fast you were jerking his dick. your hips beginning to stutter as if you could feel any sort of sensations from the silicone cock. your eyes traveling to his ass, the curve of his back, and to his face that was almost smushed in the mattress, and going back to his ass. the way it jiggled like yours when you were being hit from the back. you couldn’t deny how pretty he looked and you wanted to see how pretty he looked when he came from you topping him.
“come on kats, cum for me. i know you want to. just let go. fucking cum for me.” you had leaned over his hulking, sweaty figure once more to speak directly in his ear. lips ghosting the shell before you moved down to place open mouthed kisses on his neck’s sweet spot.
“i- shit- ‘m cumming- fuck fuck fuck.” he grunted one last time before he the coil twisted in his stomach finally unraveled. the first rope of cum shot as far as it could reach, hitting the part of his chest that was pressed to the bed. the next few still shooting a little closer to your fist, but still far enough that it didn’t touch your hand. the last few ropes spilling onto your fist as his hips still slightly bounced back on you to ride out the last bit of his orgasm.
you gently and slowly pulled out of him and he collapsed onto you bed. unfastening the harness and letting it drop to the ground before stepping your feet out from the holes.
“gonna go get water. you’ll be good here, right?” you took the lazy wave of his hand as a yes and scurried downstairs.
bakugo always claimed he wasn’t much of a sweet tooth, but you always watched the way his eyes widened when he came across red velvet cake. learning from one of his friends that his mom made it for him when he was younger and thus making it a favorite. you pulled quite a few strings to get in contact with his mom and convincing her to make the cake. having to drive a few cities away to pick it up.
you carefully cut a slice and placed it on a plate. grabbing a fork and making some ice water before returning back to your bedroom to see a sweatpant-clad katsuki taking your soiled sheets off the mattress and into your laundry basket.
“why are you doing my laundry on your birthday?”
“just felt like the nice thing to do.” he turned around and his eyes slightly widened at the sight of the slice of cake in your hands. “where’d ya get that?”
“had once last surprise for you. you’re just like mrs. bakugo.” you could’ve sworn his eyes softened when you said it was his mother that made the cake.
“thank you, seriously, haven’t had someone do so much for me on my birthday in a long time.” you handed over the plate and let him dig in whilst you threw on an oversized tee. noticing the red blink of something placed near your dresser.
shit. you forgot the camera was still recorded.
“how the fuck did this thing not run out of space?” you quietly grumbled to yourself, but it was still loud enough to catch the blond’s attention.
“you can edit that and post it if you want.”
“huh?”
“open your damn ears woman,” he paused to chew and swallow another bite of cake, “i know there’s a swarm of people that wanted to see me take one up the ass.” you guffawed at his last sentence as you took the camera card out to transport the footage to your laptop.
“thank you again. serious. i actually enjoyed gettin’ the princess treatment.”
“nothing to thank me for. just hope i made your birthday memorable.”
“oh definitely, sweets. won’t ever forget losing the back door virginity.” his large arms settled onto your shoulders as you inserted the card into the card reader. he placed a light kiss to your temple as you got to work on the computer.
“this mean you’ll let me do it again?”
“push your luck one more time i swear to god.”
“i’ll let you fuck me again if it means you’ll consider.” you smiled and looked back at him as he pretended to think. eyes rolling to look at the ceiling and tapping a finger against his chin.
“think you’ve got yourself a deal.”
#i prommy i will edit this in the morning but i am sleepy#bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo smut#bakugo x reader#mha bakugou#katsuki bakugou#bakugo smut#bnha bakugo katsuki#mha smut#bnha smut#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou smut#bnha bakugo smut#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo mha#my hero academia#my hero academia smut#fleur bbyy
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bimbo reader
that’s it
Bimbo reader is such a delicious thought but I can't decide who to pair her up with becayse everyone sounds so good, like-
Bimbo reader and Enji Todoroki? Mhmm yesss because old man needs to spoil some clueless bby and consensually take advantage of her (not exactly seggs) but also take care of her to feel better about himself- feel that he's needed. He just needs someone who doesn't hate him and won't yell at him or tell him that "it's 2023, you need to stop with your sexism" just because he prefers to pay your bills and wants you to cook him warm meals🥺
Bimbo reader and Dabi? Yes because Dabi absolutely needs someone he can be mean to (he 1000% reduces you to tears) and still have them love them. You can't ever be mean to him, not even when he hurts you, not even when he threatens to leave you (even if we all know he wont), you still cling to him, still look at him that he hung the stars for you and still always say "thank you Dabi!" with a big smooch to the lips, be it in bed or after he "saved you from autistic clowns who were going to molest you" (some guys just looked in your direction).
Bimbo reader and Theodore? Amazing because Theo both loves you and hates you, cause he knows you can't help it but omggg how dumb do you have to be walking alone in a shady dark alley at 2 am after clubbing???? You're so fucking lucky that you have him looking out for you, tracking every moment of every second of yours. And he's also very lucky that you're so incredibly dumb and ignorant to see that the "mysterious stalker" and Theodore are never in the same place together...
Bimbo reader and Gojo + Getou? Yesss because why wouldn't two powerful men who hate humans absolutely tag team a beautiful reader who is so beautiful and ignorant and just begging to be taken advantage of? You should be glad it's them who have decided to take you- they're the good guys. They could always show you pervs would do to you if you insist.
#yandere bnha#bnha headcanons#yandere mha#bnha imagines#yandere dabi#yandere endeavor#yandere gojo#yandere jjk#yandere geto#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere Theodore
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spring(sundress with no panties season) is here! abby better get her ass over her and do the nasty work!
Yeah! No panties season!
I’m so sorry I just now got to this love T.T also I feel like this gets off track? So I’m sorry if it does…I really hope you like it never the less though!
Warning(s): Lesbian sex, Abby eats you out from the back, oral sex(reader receiving), ass slapping(a lot of it), reader has hair(hair not specified), public sex(it takes place outside but no one is around), a lot of nicknames(I.e babygirl, pumpkin, good girl), dry humping, brief touch of aftercare, and I think that’s it?
NO MINORS PAST THIS POINT!!!
Pushing you up against the tree— Abby kneeled down on the ground with her thighs spread and lifted the skirt of the dress up before she started to eat you out from the back, and since you weren’t wearing panties it made her job all the more easier as she licked at you slick as it leaks down your inner thighs. Your back arched so your chest was pressed against the rough bark of the tree, your cheek rubbing against it and caused a sore little rash but you were to far to care. Abby wait— you moan out, barely trying to stop her assault on your cunt.
Abby had took you out on a little date outside the stadium walls, nothing far away just into the surrounding trees. She told you to dress up— but she didn’t think you would wear an actual dress. The little sandy colored dress that contrasted gorgeously with your skin tone ended just above your kneecaps, showing off the length of your beautiful legs. The shoulders of the dress were a little puffy and leads down to a sweetheart neck line.
The ruched dress was an amazing find on your half, you had gone on a patrol last week and with it getting hotter you wanted something cooler to wear. You happened to stumble over the very dress you are currently wearing— and decided to wear it today on your date. You just didn’t know it would have such an affect in Abby.
“Abby please—wait, w-what if someone sees?”
“Let me worry about that Sweet girl.” She said pulling away from your wet pussy, your sweet nectar and her saliva were dripping down her chin, but she could care less. The messier the better.
You whine as she got back to work, kissing at your little twitching button. Abby moans at the slight salty taste that was uniquely you— as she sticks her tongue into your clenched cunt. She loved how - no matter how many times she fucks you, your little cunt always stays so tight. Abby groaned and dropped her left hand down to her own crotch, grasping at it and rubbing over her large clit through the rough material of her cargo pants. you always made her ache so bad, she couldn’t help but touch herself to reviled that sweet pain.
She breathed in your scent as she lifted her right hand up and slammed it back down on your ass cheek, making a loud CLAP sound. You squeal out and cry as Abby left her hand there, not lifting it once it made contact with your ass. It made the pain much more sore but so fucking good. It made your cunt throb as your whole body trembles. Abby chuckles darkly and lifts her hand up once more and slammed it back down on the same— already tender spot. You cry out again and your foot lifts off the ground a little and stomps down on the damp soil with a quite thud.
Abby pulls away,”There you go baby,” She grips at the sore spot,”Let it out.”
You groan as her fingers dig into the fat of your ass, grasping at the hand print she left behind. Abby ‘s not fair, you whine. Making her stand up to loom over your trembling form, her shadow casted over you and blocked the bright sun. You whimper as you look up to meet her blue eyes that were now black from lust but still so beautiful. You let out a little sound as you feel her right hand snake up the back of your head and grab the roots of you hair before pulling your head back, making your already arched back arch even more. Your ass pushing into her hips, she lifts her left hand to place it on the tree to help balance herself as she leaned over you. Her eyes narrowed at you as she looked down at you from the bridge of her nose, your big doe like eyes cut upwards to look at her upside down. You were bitting you lower lip as you wait for her to speak.
“You’re lucky I don’t have my strap,” she leaned in closer,”Because I would be fucking you so hard right now.” Her warm breath washed over you and you felt your cunt throb again at her words. You leaned up to try and kiss her but she quickly leaned back, keeping your hair in her grasp to keep your back arched into her pelvis. She dropped her left hand heavily onto your ass cheek, doing the same thing she did to the right side, making you wince. “but I don’t think you deserve it to be honest,” she sighed as she slapped you ass again. “Because you’re a naughty girl, not even wearing panties.”
You whine as you grind your ass against her hips and she rolls them against your ass, she does this a few times. Just rolling them before she let’s go of your hair and places her hands on your waist and pulled you back a little away from the tree. You made a questioning sound and turned your head to look at her— but then your felt that first fake thrust against your ass. You gasp as she does this, your hands clench the bark tightly, was she— she did it again.
She was humping you.
Abby was humping your ass like she did when she was fucking you, reenacting those thrusts. Her thrust were so hard your exposed ass jiggled and your tits bounced. She leaned over your back and slip her hands up from your waist and grabbed the rim of your neckline before pulling it down to free your breasts, and to find out you weren’t wearing a bra either. She chuckled lowly in your right ear as her hands grabbed your tits, gripping that pillowy fat and pinched at your nipples. You gasp and arch you back little more, pushing your breasts into her warm hands.
“Not wearing a bra either,” She nipped at your ear lobe. “My babygirl really wanted to get fucked today, huh.”
She nuzzles her face against your neck in a sweet soft moment, finally enjoying being alone after not having hardly any alone time this last mouth. Of course you two shared a room but you were both so tired after the long days, you could hardly stay awake long enough to say ‘I love you’. She finally decided to stop teasing you as you let out a quite whine.
“Okay my sweet little Pumpkin, I’ll take care of you. Been so good for me this last mouth, waiting so patiently.”
Abby leaned back and kneeled back down on the ground, placing kisses on the tender spots on your ass cheeks from were she slapped you. She looked at your sopping wet cunt that was just dripping sweet honey. She placed a kiss on your clit, before she finally licked a long stripe from your clit to your clenched hole— moaning out as she gathered up your salty slick onto her tongue, her taste buds buzzing.
You ground your hips back against her face making her growl out, “be a little more patient for me pumpkin,” she licked at your weeping hole, lemme get a taste. She growled.
Your eyes fell shut and your arms wobbled as you suddenly felt dizzy, you lean your cheek against the tree again and softly mewl out. She hums against your clit in acknowledgment, she knew she made you dizzy— as you told her before. And she did, she made you so fucking dizzy.
You jump when you suddenly feel that hot white burn in your lower abdomen, that sweet heat that signaled your blissful end was near. You tremble as Abby continued to suck on your clit, bouncing it on her tongue and humming around it as she moaned. She wrapped her arms tightly around your thighs, pulling you closer to her mouth as she made out with your pussy.
“Abs ‘m gonna cum,” you breath out. “gonna cum.”
You roll your hips up and down, grinding your dripping pussy across her mouth, she growls deeply and sticks her tongue out for your to ride. Her hands moved to your ass to help bounce you up and down.
“Fuck—mm, feels s’ good baby,” your praise her.
You felt your cunt throbs as she groaned out, sending the vibrations up your spine. Please—please you beg, please let me cum. You feel Abby nod her head and she hums again.
Your eyes roll back and as you mouth falls open into an ‘o’ shape, your legs trembling as you gasp for air, not a sound coming from your lips. Abby uses her hands to grip your ass and pull you back down when your pull away, as punishment she shakes your ass a little again to make your clit grind against her chin as she licks at your hole to overstimulate you.
You cry out as she did this and you pull away once more, clawing at the tree bark and breaking some off, making Abby pull away from your weeping pussy breathless as she hears the bark break. She quickly stands up and leans around you to grab your hands and unclench them from the tree, she was worried you might hurt yourself on accident and she did see a few little scraps on the tip of your fingers, but it was nothing to cry home about. She placed kisses on your fingers as you leaned back against her, your head laying on her shoulder and your eyes closed as you catch your breath. Your dress falling back down to cover your decency, and Abby pulled the top back over your tits.
Abby smiles and while still holding your hands she wraps her arms around you and makes your hug yourself with her. She lays her head on your head and places gentle kisses there, closing her eyes as she took in the quite moment in nature with you, letting you soak up that glorious afterglow with her.
Your legs trembled and you staggered a little which made Abby sit down in the ground with you, pulling you to sit on her lap so your pretty dress doesn’t get ruined. She leans back against the tree under the shade and cuddles you close to her chest, leaning down she places another kiss on your head and whisper sweet praises to you.
“Did so well for me babygirl, I love you so much.” And “My good girl, always does so good for me.”
You hum as you relax into her chest and lean your head on her shoulder again— suddenly you felt your tummy rumble, making you sigh. Abby giggles,”You hungry baby?” She reached for her backpack and you look up as she pulls out peanut butter cracks and two apples. Your favorite snacks. You sit up quickly and smile brightly at her and she holds a cracker to your lips. You take a bite with a cute small sound that made Abby’s heart melt. As she was feeding you she used her free hand to rub at your back, gently scratching her nails across the skin giving you goosebumps. Under the bright Seattle sun you both sat there feeding each other, finally enjoying your alone time together.
#lovely people#anon ask#abby anderson#abby anderson/reader#abby tlou#wlw#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson smut#abby anderson tlou2#abby the last of us#abby x reader#abby anderson/you#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson fan fiction#Abby Anderson Blurbs
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Earth Music on the Lost Light: Human Music That Cybertronians Like
we know for a fact that the Lost Light has access to human media, primarily movies, TV shows, and music-- and we know they generally seem to fucking love most of it, or at least find it interesting
but what would everyone's tastes be, in regards to Earth music?
time to talk about music for a long time!!! strap in, enjoy some tunes
we already know Cyclonus has impeccable taste and enjoys some of the best jams the 80s had to offer.
I can't help but imagine Rodimus being given a media archive of Earth tunes to approve for the Earth Dance would only result in chaos
(it's not like he would say no to anything, he absolutely blanket signed it all, it's just an obligatory thing-- or Ultra Magnus tells him it is, solely to keep him away from Important Captain Things that he would rather handle himself or hand off to Megatron, lmao. the shit that really needs to get done)
and this is how Rodimus discovers the somewhat questionable yet amazing genre of "mid-90s underground techno rave mix tapes"
(somewhat related, I still think Testarossa might as well be Rodimus' theme song, although it's not a 90s track and has more of an 80s synth vibe)
Rodimus would love that "computers are the future, fuck yeah let's make Digital Cool Future Music" mid-90s shit, there is no way he would not. it has the exact energy level that appeals to him and is also cheesy and weird and chaotic. and has like 500 different sub-genres, so his selection is endless, lmao.
he would probably find it cute that this is what humans imagined to be the peak of "digital sound" at the time. like lmao this was the best humans could do when asked to create music that sounds like it was made by robots or other mechanical space future cyber lifeforms--high concept!!! he would probably find it interesting and endearing. this is what organics think non-organic music is like!!
anyone acting as DJ at Swerve's on any given night would be so, so mad that Rodimus keeps requesting shit like "DJ MASSIMO ITALO DISCO BEST RAVE TUNES LIVE FROM LONDON 1995" or "DJ ARMPIT SLUDGE FEST HOUSE-RAVE-DRUMS N BASS SET 1996" for them to play, lmao
not individual tracks. the whole album. entire mix tapes of random, somewhat questionable mid-90s techno house rave bullshit.
that having been said, that good ass early 90s trance techno might send him into a spiral depending on his mood at the time, lmao (it's been known to happen)
but at the same time I can imagine him sharing tracks like Solar Quest - Space Pirates with Drift and they'd both just sit there and jam out, but quietly, thinking about shit while sitting in a port window next to each other (this was peak sleepover party techno, Back in My Day-- many deep conversations were had while listening to stuff like this, lol)
Drift would probably find some of Rodmus' recommended stuff to be pretty good for meditation-- although once he finds out about the human drug culture involved and certain concepts of experimental consciousness etc. that surrounded techno/rave and other related genres, it might cause him to pull back a little bit
(until he finds out about kandi culture, in which case, Drift would love the idea of hand-made unique bracelets and sentimental trinkets being made and exchanged at warehouse shows purely out of Good Vibes and Love for Fellow Beings and it turns out actually he fucking loves this shit, a chill vibes based "expand your mind" kind of music subculture appeals to his Spectralist sensibilities and he likes sharing tunes with Rodimus in return)
Drift picking tracks on his own would likely lead him down more of a classic rock road, but more of the chill side of things, more of the folksy type of classic rock -- I can see Drift really enjoying Spirit in the Sky - Norman Greenbaum or California Dreamin' - The Mamas and the Papas. or like, Incense and Peppermints - Strawberry Alarm Clock.
I mean, Drift might even go Full Earth Hippie and end up liking Green Tambourine - Lemon Pipers, lmao. in fact I am fairly certain of this.
I can see Drift loving Aquarius/Let The Sunshine In - The 5th Dimension. the whole vibe would probably appeal to him.
he'd quite possibly also like I Need a Dollar - Aloe Blacc, but it hits him in a place that still hurts to think about. so it's in rare rotation.
meanwhile Ratchet would probably be fine with classic rock too, like the good Dad Rock shit, just a lot of tracks from the 70s/80s -- a couple tracks he and Drift could probably agree on would likely lean more into the experimental/psychedelic rock side of things, like White Room - Cream or something like Wheel in the Sky - Journey
Rodimus tries to troll Ratchet by recommending Old Time Rock n Roll - Bob Seger, but joke's on him because it turns out Ratchet loves it, lmao
Swerve would go all out on classic bar jams for the evening playlist. Chill, good shit like Do It Again - Steely Dan.
Megatron would love Sinnerman - Nina Simone; He'd send it to Drift in a command crew level secured data packet, and they would both feel the hell out of this song. They don't need to talk about why. They never mention it to each other.
Megs would also probably love These Old Bones by Dolly Parton (mostly due to the lyrics, rather than the upbeat tune, but he would find it relatively relaxing), as well as 9 to 5 (of course), and similar music. Country from back in the day when country music was more about the struggle of poverty and the working life of rural people. Country music from back when songs told all the untold stories. He can respect that.
He'd listen to You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive by Patty Loveless and it would get him right in the fucking spark. Megatron is the Cybertronian equivalent of an Appalachian miner, god dammit. He understands.
Megatron would also like Johnny Cash; He would overthink Ghost Riders in the Sky and it would depress him, partly because it reminds him of Seekers... sigh.
I think he'd also like Cold War - Janelle Monae. He'd be way into good lyrics; What's being said in a song matters most to him. "This is a cold war, you better know what you're fighting for..." Indeed.
anyway I like thinking about what jams Cybertronians might like from their available selection of Earth tunes
#long post#transformers#maccadam#maccadams#idw drift#idw 1#idw transformers#mtmte#lost light#idw ratchet#idw rodimus#idw swerve#idw megatron
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I don’t understand how people can actually hate season 1 of Buffy unless they just hate fun and like jw has claimed “loves seeing buffy suffer” and be blamed and punished for everything???? It’s so nostalgic and camp and queer coded what do you mean you don’t like it????
The puppet show is comedic genius and I’ll say that shit with my whole chest - they’re dealing with an unknown demon killing children and Giles who is always chastising Buffy for focusing too much on things outside of slaying is like “THE SHOW! ITS ABOUT TO START!” 🏃🏻♂️💨
Buffy has beef with a puppet for 3/4ths of the episode that is so Spike of her and EXTREMELY FUNNY to me to have the slayer who decapitates vampires with tiny X-Acto knives and knowingly walks to her death majorly creeped out by a dummy 😹😹😹😭😭
Buffy whining in tandem with the tuba playing on the stage as a background sound track to her sinking mood after Synder forces the scoobies to participate in the talent show
The curtain opening to Buffy cradling the dead dummy and a dead demon on stage and Synder in the audience goes “I don’t get it - is it avant-garde?”
THAT SHIT IS SO FUCKING FUNNY TO ME
And Buffy is just in top form for me. Realizing Amy is in her mom’s body even on the verge of death. Seeing the way Cordy treats Willow and immediately finding a reason to align herself with Willow instead despite it being a new school and she is still struggling with not fitting into her old, pre-slayer life. Helping Billy face his fears in his nightmare while overcoming her own of becoming a vampire and really owning her slayerness in a way we haven’t seen before there’s a lot of scary things in the world “AND IM ONE OF THEM”
LIKE YES GIRL YOU ARE TINY AND SCARY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OWN THAT SHIT. The whole bit where Angel is like BEWARE CLAW VAMP SO DANGEROUS WATCH OUT BE CAREFUL - and she’s like right…… I’m gonna use him as my own personal bloodhound to find the REAL monster. I EAT THAT SHIT RIGHT UP ITS AMAZING. It’s also when Buffy is blamed and suffering the least it’s such a nice break for the entire rest of the series that sometimes I just desperately need.
I LOVE that a show that gives us such deeply emotional moments and captures depression perfectly in season 6 can also be so silly and camp with genuine human emotion and connection underlying it because of the core of very talented and dedicated actors
AND THIS IS COMING FROM A DIEHARD SPUFFY. My man isn’t even there yet and Angel with his useless cryptic creepy bullshit is annoying me to no end AND I STILL LOVE IT
I know there’s tons of technical and quality stuff that gets better as the seasons go on but that’s part of the charm for me.
So anyway leave season 1 alone, she’s my girl and I love her.
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i realize that this is a world where anything is possible and—
a Pro-Football/Rockstar Super Bowl Steddie AU for @thefreakandthehair
I don’t as a rule write sports AUs, but I do, as a rule, bend my own rules when someone gives me prompts for a fic I’m writing as a gift.
So: when @thefreakandthehair prompted me with ‘Starry Night’ but said she would have liked also something about football? I tried to fulfill the request (try being the operative term)
Lex, I hope your birthday was as brilliant as you deserve, and that this little fic in celebration of you brightens your day
title from this poem, aptly titled and about, what else, but football; divider credit here
(Also sincerest thanks to the ever-lovely @pearynice for listening to me babble about this and having a look at the final product and being amazing all around, and @hbyrde36 for blindly hlepng pick which ending was ultimately posted—you guys are the best ✨)
✨also on ao3
“I am about ninety-nine-point-nine…” Eddie chews on his bottom lip, coils a stray curl around his index finger and resists dragging it across his mouth: “eight, point-nine-eight percent sure I’m not supposed to be here.”
He’s entirely sure he’s not supposed to be here. Not now.
“What are they going to do?” Steve scoffs at him, leading him by hand through the tunnels. “Kick us out? Ban us?”
He snorts, and Eddie stops trying to not-hide behind his hair a little because: not supposed to fucking be here.
“You’re gonna get us arrested or something.”
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen,” Steve cackles a little and maybe Eddie’s anxious, but he’ll never not melt at that sound, music brighter, holy like he could never touch, let alone play: “Eddie Munson, poster child for sticking it to the goddamn man,” Steve tuts, clicks his tongue and shakes his head: “afraid of stadium security.”
“Pretty sure they’ve got better people on payroll for this,” Eddie points out under his breath but never once fights Steve’s hold, his lead: he’d put his whole fucking life in this man’s hands, no question. It’s just that…
“Relax, babe,” Steve squeezes Eddie’s hand in his own; “no one will know.”
Eddie…Eddie doesn’t doubt Steve, never would, but, like—this is a big fucking deal.
“If Chrissy finds out we fucked something up—“ because that’s why Eddie’s here, obviously, at least in this specific capacity; not like Corroded fucking Coffin, no matter how many albums they’ve sold, would ever land a gig like this for themselves. Nope: Chrissy’s been a friend for eons, and when her career skyrocketed they were all ecstatic for her, but she never changed from being a hometown girl with a sweet heart, never let the fame or the money or the statues dull that down in her, so she was still the cheerleader who clapped for Eddie in middle school, and so of course she invited Eddie’s band to feature on a track—and of course they said yes.
So when she signed on for the halftime show and knew they’d be nearby recording? She’d asked them to join her on stage as special guests for a couple songs.
And no matter what else proved an incentive: Eddie and the guys would have said yes in a heartbeat. It’s the fucking halftime show, but more than that? It’s Chrissy Cunningham, and she smiled and cheered when the Hawkins auditorium sat in silent judgment in the face of their…everything.
“A,” Steve’s pulling him along just a little further, still; Eddie can tell they’re almost to the field, can see literal light at the end of the tunnel; “we will not fuck anything up.”
“I’m clumsy,” Eddie offers a token protest; it’s not untrue, but he’s also kinda half-assing the fight of it; “I might—”
“B,” Steve’s cut him off; “Chrissy loves me,” then he points to Eddie; “Chrissy loves you,” and Eddie tucks his chin a little more to press the bunch of his hair tighter against the seam of his lips; “Chrissy also loves us,” Steve gestures between the two of them, then, chest-to-chest and back; “as in, us together.”
And yeah, okay: Steve had been Chrissy’s friend properly before Eddie, used to help her get the height on her ponytail before games, caused a million rumors but they were never an item—so. Yeah. Chrissy loves them. As themselves, and as SteveandEddie.
“Just here,” Steve eases them to a halt and steadies Eddie by the biceps when he stumbles for the stop anyway because: clumsy, if he’s not on stage. Steve knows this, they’ve been at this too long for him not to, but.
He anticipates it so perfectly, and it still kinda skips in Eddie’s pulse like a giddy schoolgirl for the fact of it. They they’ve got this.
“Close your eyes,” Steve instructs as he smooths his hands past Eddie’s elbows, down to circle his wrists.
Eddie feels his eyes get big as he tries to frown, but gapes instead.
“I’ll run into—”
“I will not let you run into anything, love,” Steve pulls him in for a quick peck on the lips, and speaks into the contact sweet and warm:
“I’ve got you.”
Yeah. Yeah he fucking does.
Giddy-schoolgirl-under-his-ribs again, Jesus.
Eddie slips his eyes closed and barely even has to wait for Steve to grasp his hands tighter.
“Okay,” Steve murmurs deep and rumbly and hot under Eddie’s skin as he walks him at a careful pace further, further, turns a little, further again then slows: “now,” he brings Eddie’s hands together and kisses his knuckles, and Eddie’s not just warm under the skin, now he’s warm everywhere.
“Now, follow me down, we’re just going to sit,” and Steve presses one hand to the small of Eddie’s back and leads him, and Eddie goes because there is nowhere he wouldn’t, nowhere he won’t go with Steve beside him.
It’s just not possible; he’s not built to be anywhere else.
“And now lie back,” Steve eases him gentle even as he says it, and Eddie lets him, enjoys the feeling of being handled like this, precious and delicate almost, in this space that’s anything but save that it’s them, and what they are is stronger than spun silk, tested further than diamonds but they’re also tender, they’re also blood and bone and tangled together soft and vulnerable, if only just to shore each other up and tie together tighter.
“There you go,” Steve says as Eddie feels the whole of his body, the length of his back make full contact with the ground; “and tip your head,” he puts his open palm under Eddie’s chin like he needs to guide, but Eddie figures it’s just to touch: he doesn’t complain, because hell if he minds. As if he could ever.
“Now open your eyes.”
Eddie lets himself bask in the blind touch of Steve for just one more breath before he blinks and looks and—
“Oh,” Eddie barely breathes, and he can feel Steve beaming at him, so wide and shining out in the dark like the meteors that are streaking across endless stretch of sky above them, leaving trails behind to mark their paths, to leave proof of their being before they burn on descent and oh, oh.
“Right?” Steve breathes close to Eddie’s ear, strokes Eddie’s pulsepoint where he still holds at the wrist, kisses Eddie’s jaw as Eddie gapes up because it doesn’t matter how many times he sees the show, it’s awe inspiring.
So much like the man next to him, pressed tight against him so Eddie can feel him breathe: never once has Eddie stopped being filled up with wonder for him, never once will Eddie ever do anything but marvel that he’s here, that he exists, that Eddie can look at him and know in his bones that it’s true, unshakable when he stares and thinks: mine.
“Stevie,” Eddie spins his hand so it can lace with Steve’s, fingers interlocked as he turns into the press of his mouth to catch his lips for real, to taste: “sweetheart,” he mouths, tongues into Steve’s kiss: “it’s beautiful.”
You’re beautiful goes unsaid because they say it clear with touch; what we have is so much more than beautiful is the understood fucking you. Given like the spin of a planet, or the expanse of the universe.
“I know how much you like the stars,” Steve shapes the words more than speaks them, never moving back to pull apart their lips, not all the way; “and when I saw there was a shower, and we’d have a shot to see it, I,” and Steve presses a quick kiss into Eddie then: I couldn’t not, and Eddie thinks lucky isn’t a word that means anything at all, in the face of this.
He watches with Steve pressed against him, slid down to fit with his head on Eddie’s shoulder for a long stretch of seconds before the question comes to mind and he kisses Steve temple, reverent, but still in askance:
“The lights?”
Because it’s too dark. There are still a few bits of the stage setup that need to be moved before the kickoff, so he has to figure there’d be some lights, but the space surrounding them is a near-perfect void.
“So maybe someone knows we’re here,” Steve answers, a little wry. “I maybe bribed Lenny in Operations,” and of all the people working in this mass-ass complex, for this insane fucking event, Eddie actually knows who that is; let him bum a smoke the first time they came to rehearse. “We have about half an hour.”
Jesus. Jesus.
“God, I love you,” Eddie half-exhales, half-wonders at this, this, this specimen of a human before him, pressed against him close and he pulls Steve in, brings their still-joined hands to his chest and stretches down to kiss the tips of Steve’s fingers before just pressing hands there, making sure Steve feels:
“Every time I think you’ve stretched this heart as far as it’ll go,” Eddie whispers, because it’s sacred; this feeling, this thing they make together as one: “every time, you find room to fill it up all over again,” Eddie feels that stretched-heart of his pound a little beneath their hands, and fucking good, too, because then Steve feels it at the exact same time, and that’s what matters, what counts: that Steve knows the depth of this in Eddie’s chest, always; that he understands because:
“You’re magic.”
And Eddie means that. Eddie means that with all his pounding heart.
“You’re playing the Super Bowl tomorrow,” Steve says it like an explanation; like it’s enough of a reason. Like he would have done all of this anyway, just because.
“I am playing as a guest at the halftime,” Eddie knows that’s correct, he knows, but it’s still instinct to look at Steve like he’s making sure he gets the terms for all the different sports games right and it’s worth the knee-jerk instinct surviving all these years just for the grin and the nod he gets, so encouraging and indulgent and sweet; “show.”
“You are playing the Super Bowl, tomorrow.”
Because that’s the other thing, the thing that was entirely not-music-related that existed as the whole fucking incentive for Corroded Coffin to be in town for studio space in the first place: Steve, his Stevie, his partner and lover, beloved and adored, his Steve Harrington is the goddamn starting linebacker in the motherfucking Super Bowl.
Like Eddie would miss that for his fucking life.
Which: hold on.
“Don’t you have curfew? Coach’s orders?” Eddie turns a quirked brow to him and Steve just grins and, god: taps Eddie’s nose.
Gawwwwwd.
“I’m sneaky, baby,” Steve whispers and fuck, the stars above them are exquisite but they’ve got, like, nothing on the way Steve’s eyes shine. “Stealthy like a ninja.”
Eddie wants to laugh, snicker maybe a little under his breath but he…he can’t.
He can’t because he’s, his whole body feels weightless and tingly and untethered from gravity and matter and any atmosphere that isn’t Steve and Steve alone, like just be next to this man, the love of his life, is akin to and far beyond swimming alongside the shooting stars overhead: he can only relish, can only marvel.
He gets this. He gets to have this.
Unfathomable. And yet.
“You did all this for me,” Eddie exhales, still wondering at this. At Steve: the fact of him. The whole of him. This is the night before the biggest game of Steve’s career, likely the biggest day of Steve’s life and yet, here he is. Breaking rules, risking fuck knows what, just for Eddie. It’s, it’s…
“That can’t be a surprise by now,” Steve breathes back, nuzzles their noses a little and Eddie keens, because fuck.
“It’s not just,” Eddie tries to collect his thoughts, his point; “this is big, Stevie,” he says, like that encompasses it, encompasses the day they’re on the brink of, and the fact that they’re here right now, just before that day:
“This is big.”
“All the more reason,” Steve nips at Eddie’s lip then leans back, meets Eddie’s gaze square on before he breathes out slow, and lies back down, turns Eddie’s body to him, both of them on their sides and then he brings their hands between them, close enough that they hit both their chests when they breathe in: “because,” and he takes one more breath, and Eddie doesn’t know why it feels like Steve’s steeling himself, or building up to a thing he feels he has to steel himself for, because there’s nothing he could say or do that’ll sway Eddie from his side, there’s nothing, but then—Steve doesn’t feel stiff, or scared, or nervous against him, his hand in Eddie’s hand.
It just feels big, this moment, whatever it already holds or is gearing up to hold as more; it feels momentous, equally so, either way.
“Win or lose, tomorrow, no matter how big this is,” Steve finally speaks words into the tiny space between them, his grip firm and his eyes unwavering on Eddie the whole time. “I won the only thing I really wanted in life,” and his smile, dear god.
There are no stars, falling or burning, dying in a supernova or sprawling newly born: not a single goddamn one could compare.
“And he’s not really a prize, so it’s not really winning,” Steve’s watching him with so much love, so much love; “he’s a gift, he’s my heart,” and Steve mirrors Eddie this time, draws Eddie in to press against his chest, to feel the fluttering there; “and he gave me his to keep safe, and that was a whole other gift on top of everything,” and Steve laughs a little, his own overwhelming awe, and Eddie almost doesn’t know what to do, save grip Steve so fucking tight; save to memorize the cadence of his pulse like a song.
“So no matter what you call it,” Steve draws a deep breath and lets it shudder a little when he blows it back out; “when I wake up in the morning and I know he’s mine, and I’m his,” and Eddie lifts the hand not held to Steve’s heart to cup Steve’s cheek and just touch, just drink him in:
“I feel like the biggest winner in the world,” Steve says it, so honest, so heartfelt: so much.
“You’re a fucking sap,” Eddie doesn’t realize he’s crying until the tears clog the words when they tumble from his lips but then he’s leaning, then he’s kissing Steve like the world’s ending only to begin again and it’s perfect, it’s heavenly like the fires burning miles upon miles above their heads, cosmic and immense but then Steve’s pulling back, but his open palms are pressed to Eddie’s chest to manage it and it’s contact, it’s grounding: it, too, is perfect.
“Oh, really,” Steve’s lips curl, even as they’re swollen at the pout and wet-red still; “I’m a fucking sap?” but he doesn’t even look irritated, he looks entertained, no: he looks delighted and what—
“Let me one-up your standards then, Munson,” and Steve’s leaning in, catching Eddie’s lips one more time before he raises up on his knees, tips back on his calves and lifts from those glorious fucking thighs of his and if Steve’s ignoring curfew entirely Eddie thinks he’s got a good chance of asking for those thighs to be wrapped around him at some point in the next twelve hours before he gets to spend a good stretch of hours sharing the clothed version in those tight fucking pants with the whole goddamn country, sure, but at Jumbotron-size he can’t wholeheartedly complain and—
“Edward Elliot Munson.”
Wait. That’s him. He’s Edward Eli—
Why is he being full-named here, now?
He starts to sit up too, brings his eyes up from Steve’s glorious legs where they stretch even under his track pants, to meet his eyes and—
They shine. They shine.
They put the stars and the space matter and the glow of angels on high if they’re there at all: they put them all to fucking shame.
Steve puts them to shame.
“Eddie,” Steve breathes deep and Eddie catches the gleam of something in an obvious shape in his hands, but it’s only in his periphery: he cannot, he will never look away; he might be trembling already.
He’s definitely trembling already.
“Will you,” and Steve pauses, plays with Eddie’s bare ring finger, the only one empty just now and Eddie honestly never thought on it too hard but in this moment he knows, he knows in the marrow of him that he was waiting, that he was wanting and he was keeping it safe for just one thing, just one thing:
“Will you let me fill your heart up to stretching,” Steve blinks, and a tear falls; just one, glistening and glorious for the avalanche that’s spilling from Eddie; “and then will you let me fill it up even more, again and again and again, Eddie, will you let me do that for the rest of our lives?”
As if that’s a fucking question.
Eddie doesn’t even have to process the necessity of putting his lips on Steve, of kissing him breathless and then boneless and then weightless, so fucking close and so fucking fierce and giving everything and anything and all that he is and allthat they are; he doesn’t have to process it as a choice before they’re consuming, devouring each other relentless, unceasing, and Eddie will pull back and speak the ‘yes’ that’s already obvious, he will shake a little as Steve puts the ring on the naked finger waiting to be adorned, the last lone space waiting to be claimed; Eddie will wear it proudly on the stage when millions watch him play tomorrow, and there won’t be a single second he’s not smiling like a loon through the whole goddamn day, and it’ll have so very little to do with playing the biggest show of his life, and that’s wild, that’s insane: that is the only real thing in the whole fucking world and—yeah.
Yeah: the biggest prize of living at all is the one they’re holding tight between them, the one they’re passing back and forth, soul to soul between their lips.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#fluff#established relationship#established steddie#marriage proposal#rockstar au#football au#so very very soft#stranger things#gift fic#thefreakandthehair#hitlikehammers v words
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who are joel and beautiful from NIT doing? I’d love a little snippet into their day! you’re amazing love you!
OMG Hi Bestie!
Such a good question! Here's some of what Joel and Beautiful got up to this evening ❤️
Manic Monday
Joel finds his fiancee relaxing without him after work. He joins in. A New in Town drabble.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from New in Town
Warnings: Smut because it's them, obviously. No use of Y/N, minors DNI 18+ only.
Length: 2.4k
“Beautiful?” Joel frowned as he looked through the house, loosening his tie as he walked. “You home?”
It had been a hell of a Monday. He had a meetings with clients all day which meant he was stuck wearing stiffer clothes than he ever really liked, doing shit he didn’t really want to do. What’s worse, it meant he was mentally exhausted while also feeling like he’d gotten fuck all done. There was plenty he didn’t like about what he usually did on the job but one thing he’d always loved about working with his hands was the sense of accomplishment in his work. There was progress he could touch and see, a sense of pride when he stepped back and looked at something he had built. Sometimes, when he felt shitty about the way his life was going, he’d drive past old projects, just to prove to himself that he was useful. That he could do something tangible and good with what he had.
Of course, he hadn’t needed to do that in a while. Not since he met you. You, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen; you, the funnest person he’d ever met; you, the smartest person he knew - besides maybe Sarah. He didn’t need those stop gaps with you. He just felt good because he knew you were there to come home to.
Assuming you were there to come home to, of course.
Your car was in the garage but you weren’t curled up in your usual corner of the couch with a book or magazine like you so often were when Joel got home. You weren’t in the kitchen, either, getting a jump on dinner because you were too hungry to wait for Joel to get there to work on it together. He went to the bedroom and you weren’t there, either, though he recognized the pants he’d seen you set out the night before sitting in the hamper. So you’d been here at some point…
“Beautiful?” He called again, just taking off the tie now and heading to the closet to put it away. He frowned as he started to take off his shirt and then, out of the corner of his eye, caught a glimpse of the thick, fluffy bathrobe that hung on the back of his closet door. It was from the hotel where Joel had proposed just a month earlier, the two of you joking about stealing them at first before just buying a set from the front desk as a keepsake. Your matching one usually hung beside his but it was missing. He smiled a little and got undressed before pulling on his swim trunks and putting his robe over it.
“Here you are,” he smiled as he came outside and found you lounging in the hot tub the two of you had added to the back yard just a week before. Your eyes were closed, head leaned back against the corner of the tub, a blissed out look on your face. Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice and you smiled. Joel’s heart skipped a beat when he saw your smile, it always did. That he could make you that happy by simply showing up baffled him but he loved doing it. He’d do anything to make you happy, didn’t seem fair that you made the job so easy.
“Hey you,” you moved across the tub, crossing your arms over the edge of it and smiling up at him. “I lose track of time out here? How late is it?”
“Not too bad,” he said, leaning down and kissing you softly, deeply. You tasted like your favorite gum and the lip balm you put on when you got home. “Only a little after six.”
“Look at you,” you smiled wider against his lips. “Getting home at a decent time! I’m impressed.”
“Should be easier to do with these new jobs,” he said, kissing you once more, just a quick peck on the lips this time. “Mind if I join you for a few before we figure out dinner?”
“You can do anything you want with me,” you raised your eyebrows suggestively and pushed yourself back from the wall and to the corner he’d found you in originally.
“Well in that case,” Joel teased lightly, sliding the robe off before getting in the hot tub next to you. He sighed as he got in, the water gloriously warm on his skin as he sank into it. He came alongside you and you pressed yourself against his side, sighing contentedly, and he put his arm around your shoulder, kissing the top of your head as he did.
“Would you be OK just ordering a pizza?” You asked as you nuzzled closer to him. “I know it’s only Monday but I’m already exhausted. Jones fucked one of our accounts over and they handed them over to me today so I spent half the day trying to clean up his mess with the client and start trying to get copywriters moving. I feel so braindead, this week is going to chew me up and spit me out, I can tell. I probably should jump on and do some work tonight but I really needed a break first.”
“I’m sorry baby,” he gave you a squeeze. “You’re going to do amazing with it, though. There’s a reason they ask you to fix things like this and it’s because you’re great at what you do.”
“Yeah, maybe I should change that,” you sighed. “Be worse at my job so I could have a break sometime… How was your day?”
“Better than yours by the sound of it,” he smiled a little. “But pizza sounds perfect, I’m braindead, too. Client meetings ain’t exactly my strong suit.”
“But you’re so charming and hot,” he could hear the frown in your voice. “You’d think they’d all be clamoring to sign with you…”
Joel laughed a little.
“Afraid you’re the only one who thinks that, Beautiful,” he said. “Appreciate the confidence, though.”
“Must be meeting with men who are worried about you stealing their wives,” you mused. He laughed again.
“Here,” Joel said, reaching over the side of the tub to the pocket of his robe, pulling out his phone and going to the website for the pizza place the two of you had come to favor. “We’ll just get this ordered now and then that’s one thing we won’t have to think about…” He put ordered what he usually did - loving, for a moment, that he’d been with you so long that the two of you had a usual pizza order - and added some of their hottest wings and a pint of ice cream for good measure.
“There,” he said, dropping his phone back on the robe. “Ordered, so you’re not hangry later.”
“Take such good care of me,” you sighed contentedly, kissing his neck. “How long is the wait for delivery?”
“Forty minutes, give or take.”
“Hmmm,” you sighed dramatically, your hand slipping down to find Joel’s cock through his swim trunks. “I wonder how on Earth we’ll kill 40 minutes…”
“You’re dangerous,” he growled, grabbing you and pulling you on his lap as you squealed. He settled you on his thighs, your legs on either side of his own, his hardening cock brushing against your slit in your swim suit. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, wet fingers tracing through his hair.
“Am I now?” You asked pressing your warm, soft, water-slicked body against his. The plush of your breasts pressed into his chest. He nodded and you kissed him, adjusting your hips so your hot core was against the root of his length. He moaned at the contact. “Should probably do something about that.”
“Probably should,” he said, his voice low and dark and needy. He tugged you closer, kissing you desperate and deep, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you, filling you how he wanted to fill other parts of you. You rocked your hips against him and he moaned into your lips, his hands spreading over every inch of skin he could reach at your back, sinking into your flesh as you pressed yourself closer and tighter.
“Don’t know why you wear a swimsuit out here,” Joel panted against you. “Always have to work around it…”
“It’s fun to act like you’ll keep your hands to yourself,” you teased lightly.
“No it ain’t,” he said, “this is better.” His hands came around to the front of you and scooped your breasts out from the confines of the suit, holding the weight of them in his hands, thumbs brushing your nipples and making you whimper. “See? Told you.”
“You’re taking advantage of my compromised state,” you said, sounding needy now. “Not fair.”
“Isn’t it?” He asked, his mouth going to the soft swell of your chest, brushing his lips over the curve of you there. “You always leave me compromised. Can’t think straight when you’re around, gotta even shit out somehow.”
“Cruel, cruel man,” you panted as he kissed over your breasts and pulled your nipple into his mouth, brushing it with the tip of his tongue, softly sucking at it.
“Want me to stop?” He asked, lifting his eyes to yours.
“Absolutely not,” you replied.
He smirked.
“Good.”
He went back to kissing and licking and sucking your skin, rocking his hips up against you as he did, before trailing his lips back up to yours, kissing you as you pressed your bared flesh to his. His cock was almost painfully hard against you as you separated from him just far enough to slip your hand between your bodies and free him from his swim trunks, working his thick, hard shaft with a needy moan. Your thumb brushed his leaking head and he groaned, pressing his face into your neck as you stroked him up and down, squeezing him just right.
“Almost like you want me to come in the water and not you,” he panted against you.
“Definitely don’t want that,” you sounded needier than he did and he smiled, reaching between your thighs to run his index finger over your still clothed slit before gathering the fabric and tucking it to the side.
“Good,” he said, taking his cock from you as you rose up just enough for him to notch himself at your entrance. “Neither do it.”
He pushed just the head of him inside of you and you moaned with it, your tight, wet heat even better than the warmth of the water around the two of you. He took your waist and pulled you down on himself, all of his cock spreading your walls apart in one swift stroke. You gasped, head going back and eyes closed and Joel felt your pussy contract once around him as he bottomed out in you.
“Fuck, Beautiful,” he panted. “You already close?”
You just nodded urgently, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Let’s make it a real good one then, baby,” he said, starting to guide you over his length. He fucked up into you as you rode him, your body pliant in his hands as your channel grew tighter and tighter around him. The rhythm set, he moved one hand to the small of your back, the other to your clit, thumb pressing and working the tight bundle of nerves as he pressed you closer.
“Fuck,” you whimpered, motion stuttering for a moment as your body tightened around his own. “Joel…”
You rose and fell over him, the pleasure of you growing and settling in him with every building stroke, your body molding to perfectly to take him.
“Come on Beautiful,” he whispered, pressing himself deep, struggling to hold off his own orgasm. You just felt so damn good inside. So soft, so wet, so warm, so his. It was primal, the urge to come deep inside of you. Like if he did, it would claim you in some way, as though it was possible to belong to another person any more than he belonged to you or you to him. “Want you to come for me, just come for me, you can do it, just let it all go for me, give in for me, let yourself feel it…”
He fucked up and deep into you at the same time as he pressed down on the small of your back and your clit and you cried out, your pussy clenching so tight around him for a moment that it almost hurt before throbbing and fluttering over his thick length. He moaned and let his orgasm hit him, too, the heat of it flowing from what felt like every inch of his being as he spilled into you, rope after rope of his come filling you.
You collapsed on top of him when you finished, your head resting on his shoulder as his cock started to soften deep within you. He just held onto you, your limbs limp and pliant, as you came back down to earth, one of his hands trailing a soothing path up and down your spine.
“Fuck, Joel,” you said, still sounding a little breathless.
He laughed a little.
“Feeling better?” He asked, kissing your shoulder. You nodded against him. “Good.”
“You?” You asked, raising your head just enough to look at him. “Because if not, we can try again…”
“Oh I’m doing much better,” he replied. “Think you just might be the cure for all that ails me, Beautiful.”
You buried your face in the crook of his neck and giggled a little.
“Good,” your lips brushed his neck and Joel started to get hard again, his cock still inside of you. “Still think we should go for round two though…”
“Anybody back there?”
Your head shot up from Joel’s shoulder and Joel’s head spun to look toward the privacy fence where the voice had come from.
“Sorry,” the man said. “I just think I have a pizza for you…”
“One second!” Joel called as you tugged the top of your suit back up. He gently lifted you off of him and he tucked himself back inside his suit as you adjusted yours, too. He smiled a little at you. “After pizza?”
“Definitely,” you smiled as the two of you got out of the hot tub to have dinner. “I never argue with dessert. Especially not on a Monday.”
Joel opened the sliding glass door for you and gave you a quick kiss before going to get the door.
“Me either, Beautiful.”
#fanfic#joel miller x female reader#send asks#kit answers#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x oc#smut fic#new in town
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Spiderman across the spiderverse thoughts and spoilers underneath read more. it's all just gushing, do not expect a proper review.
That. Was. Fucking. Insane. That was the best movie I’ve watched. Literally captivated from start to finish. WHAT AN EXPLOSIVE INTRODUCTION?! with gwen stacey and her drums? Such powerful animated movements, in fact ALL THE ACTION SCENES carried SUCH GOOD WEIGHT, made SUCH GOOD USE OF THEIR ENVIRONMENT, and were just generally so well choreographed! The first villain was just so visually stunning and animated, I LOVED his style. And the humour from the very start was just, on point. This entire movie WAS SOOOO FUNNY. IT WAS HILARIOUS! Hahaha the lego spiderman scene? How miguel was like, “you’re one of the best of us” XDDD. And omg the MAIN ANTOGNIST IS THE BAGEL GUY. I CANNOT. THATS SO HECKING FUNNY. HAHAHHWYWHAJABWHAJJAHAHAHAH.
Such a visually stunning movie man. Like the first one was amazing, but this somehow topped that. The ENVIRONMENTS AND WORLDS THAT WE EXPLORED WERE SOOOO BEAUTIFULLY CONSTRUCTED? Indian spiderman- just everything about him was hilarious- had such an amazing universe, just the layered upon layers of buildings and roads EVERYWHERE. omg HOBY??? I LOVE HOBY MAN. How earlier he was like, miles u gotta use ur palms too not just ur fingers, and then he was also very established to be an against capitalism and institution type man, AND OMG MY GUY AAAAAA HELPING MILES OUT!!!! WHEN NO ONE ELSE WAS DOING ANYTHING FOR HIM??? HOBY’S A REAL ONE GUYS I LOVE HIM.
MAYDAY WAS ADORABLE! Peter being such a doting father was so adorable and EVERYTHING. Like that sequence of him showing all the baby pictures to miles and gwen, and then when he told miles that he should HOLD THE BABY IT’LL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTTER!!!! And ofc it did XD THAT TRAIN FIGHT SCENE??? SO MANY MOVIES HAVE TRIED IT BEFORE, BUT THIS WAS THE ABSOLUTE SICKEST TRAIN FIGHT SCENE IVE EVER SEEN. Just the train BULLETING UPWARDS, and then the call back to the leap of faith?
AHHHH but also! So many wonderful computer screen background worthy shots within this film. I absolutely adored the way they kept having the spider people sit and hang upside down. It made so many visually stunning scenes! Like when they were going up the elevator,,, AND THEY WERE ALL UPSIDE DOWN!!! AARHEGEH SOOO COOOL!!!!
Oh man but that brief appearance of peni parker! SHE LOOKED SO TIRED :(!!! URGEGWHW WE GOT TO SEE SPIDERHAM AND SPIDERNOIR AT THE END BUT MAN I RLLY WISH I CUDA SEEN MORE OF THOSE GUYS WYHWHAHWUIAKjahauai!!1!1!?1!1!1 I was so happy when they finally appeared with gwens group of spider allies tho ; - ;!!!!!
Okay back to bagel guy, what a fun and hilarious opening and introduction? Hahaha trying to steal the atm machine and their whole banter, it was just so funny. Amazing introduction. I loved miles’ roommate too! I wish we got to see more of him haha.
Oh oh oh, I loved all of the impact frames in this movie, and also the speech bubbles and sound effects and other fun comic style things, but the glossary squares that kept appearing on screen??? AMAZING!!!! I would love to go through this movie again and just pause and read over everything! THE COLOURS WERE SOOOO GOOD IN THIS MOVIE??? THIS MOVIE REALLY STOOD OUT FOR ME IN IT’S PALETTES! SOME SCENES WERE JUST COMPOSED SO BEAUTIFULLY I JUST AYWHAHAHWUJAHAHAHAH!!!!
The plot twist at the end was so good. It was so well built up too, there were so many hints and what not but it only hit me when aaron showed up… the mom’s eyes being different, her not knowing who spiderman is,,, earlier when the screen got the WRONG DNA,,, and also just the different colour palette? So many good clues. I’m over here laughing at how anticlimactic the mom is taking the news, and then AARON SHOWS UP. And the revelation HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK MAN. IT WASN’T A JOKE.
can we talk about the amazing sound track and sound design for this movie??? I watched this in VMAX which is a cinema which had a larger screen and louder speakers, and wow, I WAS SOOO IMMERSED MAN. Not only does the music SLAP and match each new place so well, but it just adds so much to the viewing experience!!!!
This movie was an absolute masterpiece. Wow. Jesus. The first movie was like my favourite movie. But this somehow TOPPED THAT???? Insane.
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JK live 25.5.2023 12:03 am KST
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Jaykay our man went live.
And although he surprised us, it by no means was a surprise now, was it?
Kind of feels like a pattern here, doesn't it? JM's off somewhere and JK's on Weverse live, lol.
I love how he always seems to be missing us when JM doesn't seem to be around, or should I put it this way? When JM's around he doesn't give a rat's ass about us? Nah, he loves army, but he definitley has his priorities... and above all, someone we will NEVER compete with for JK's love, is JM. I do wish a big chunk of army would understand that already.
The timing is also, as always, thought out. And this time the date giving us 8/11 and the time giving us the 123 is no coincidence in my apparently very insane opinion.
We also actually have 8/11/15. Shock. Awe. You want to see for yourselves?
25.5.2023 12:03 am KST, right?
So the 8/11 we get from the date: 2+5+2+2=11 and 5+3=8
And then, if we take the time, the 12 and the 03 as they are: 12+3=15 Ta-dah.
8/11/15
I would like to talk for a second here about how happy JK looks.
He himself talks about how he's been cooking a lot and eating a lot and he put on weight. I, for one, think he looks amazing. I hated to see him so skinny back in his Feb lives.
I think this is a first time in a long time we are seeing his eye smile even when it's not about JM. He's happy. He's active. He's working and working out and looking good and gaining muscle. He has JM around more and he's just back on track and he's happy. And it shows.
Satiated. That's a word that comes to mind. He has all the things he loves. JM, food, music, JM. He has it all now.
Also, our Jiminah, must be over the moon with his babe getting his man boobies back.
I mean, those chesties, or dare I say breasties were his besties, he just cannot keep his hand off them. LITERALLY.
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And the hair, lol.
How he starts the live with his hair down and then goes to put it up. Am I the only one that as he does that is thinking about this?
Which was JM commenting on JK's mukbang live (which was deleted, ugh), telling him how much he wants to tie his hair back neatly (oh, the cute art we got from that one...).
Can I also mention, before we move on, just how adorable that man is?
He went to grab his glasses cause he didn't see the screen well...
What strikes me every single time is that sense of naivete about him. It feels like he's literally doing these things for the first time, and the excitement and expressions on his face, it's just so sweet/cute. So endearing. I mean, it's not the first time he's worn his glasses, and yet the surprise how much better things look with them on, it's just so adorable.
And of course I cannot not add this edit, cause it's just hilarious.
I'm surprised, yet not surprised every single time again as to how rude and stupid fans can be. At the start of the live, just before JK goes to pull up his hair (and I really want to hope that this wasn't the reason that he tied up his hair at the end), he reads out a comment calling him Jungsoon which is in essence calling him girly or "baby girl", which he replies to:
Which he says twice, followed by...
And he goes to tie his hair but doesn't, sidetracked by a positive comment saying he's been missed. That's also when he goes on to talk about cooking and putting on weight.
Fans like that they just fucking piss me off.
JK talks about not singing too loud at night. Explaining how even though he thought the place was properly sound proofed, and although the neighbours can't hear him singing, they can feel the vibrations from the speakers, oopsy. He received a kind of complaint about it, and says how since he hasn't been singing loudly at night (well, not as loudly, lol).
The live playlist
JK didn't listen to too many songs. He didn't sing too many songs either. In the just over an hour live we got to hear 7 songs.
1. That’s Not How This Works - Charlie Puth
2. NIGHT DANCER - imase
3. Angel Pt. 1 - Kodak Black, Jimin, NLE Choppa, JVKE, Muni Long
4. The Palnet - BTS (this song he didn't actually play, he sang a couple of lines and talked about a little but not actually playing and singing).
5. Seed - Taeyang
6. Super - Seventeen
7. Shoong! - Taeyang feat. Lisa of Blackpink
8. Fighting - Seventeen
And in my mind, the live is kind of split into 2 parts:
Part 1 was dominated by Night dancer and Angel Pt. 1.
Part 2 was Taeyang and Seventeen leaning. Although we got to hear Angel again in part 2, lol.
The way JK keeps doing this, supporting JM and his work, I mean you have to be blind not to see this.
JK literally sang or hummed JM's Angel pt. 1 four times throughout his live, including his funny as hell ad-lib that now that we have the translated live we can well appreciate (I was scared they won't translate that part, but they came through, well at least with that).
FOUR TIMES.
Enjoy an edit of all 4 together:
There is also this, which I did find interesting.
1st time in the live he 'happens to come by it':
2nd time is him singing the lyrics in Korean:
Humming on a little bit longer.
Third time he hummed the song, and the fourth time he hummed it one key higher.
You know what though? Thinking about it, Angel pt. 1 was all through part one and part two of the live (my mental 2 parts of the live peeps), lol. Or maybe let's forget about the parts and say that the live was all about Angel, nope, sorry, got that wrong, it was about Jimin hyung pt. 1 (wink wink).
And this is something JK does. He loves JM. He JM's songs, he loves to sing them. We've seen this time and time again.
Now all we really need is Letter, although I have a feeling we aren't going to get that. Which in itself, their reluctance to talk about it or sing it ever since it's been released, that is a big ass neon light telling us just how private and personal this song is to THEM.
Also, side note, that adlibbed Angel in Korean - JK's how to tell us he's drinking a highball without actually telling us he's drinking a highball, lol.
JK says he's been on YT and TikTok lately (making it clear that he's not on IG, which makes me think he might actually still be lurking on IG, idk, it's the criminal mind in me, lol). That's where he said he first heard Night dancer (will get to that song in a sec) and obviously also saw Jiminie's Seventeen Super dance challenge.
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JK told us about how much he's been listening to Night dancer. Can't stop listening to it was more like it. He plays it several times during the live. And it's a good song. I get why he likes it. And the lyrics, I also get why this song is living rent free in his mind.
It's an unexceptional, ordinary night
The noise, the sparkle, and you
The clock hands are frozen again
The frequented, cluttered room
Nothing changed, but as I look back
We both had gotten older
The music stops again, you drop the needle
We've replayed it so much, we nearly grow bored of it
Nothing changed, please don't change
You're the only one who's stayed
We avoid the topic with small talk
We hesitate to touch the subject
We stop to push the hands forward
Our breaths start to sync
It's an unexceptional, ordinary night
Dance with the noise, the sparkle, and you
It's an average, boring night
But let's move forward together
Your translucent, pale skin
Your carefree smile
Nothing changed, please don't change
But this is only just for now
The more I stare
The more memories that overflow
A cup of coffee for a wavering heart
A disheveled room, a scratchy melody
Let's blend together, one more time
It's an unexceptional, ordinary night
Dance with my beating heart, my elation, and you
It's an average, boring night
But let's move forward together
The night is long and uncertain
The music could stop at any moment
I want to be with you, to drown with you
I don't care if tomorrow never comes
It's an unexceptional, ordinary night
Dance with the noise, the sparkle, and you
It's an average, boring night
Love me
Who cares anymore, just look at me
Let's dance as we sway and stumble
It's an unexceptional, ordinary night
But let's move forward together
I keep going back to read and re-read those lyrics. Eyes tear up. This is definitely one that hits the heart strings, and so understandably a song that JK is feeling right now.
I don't know if you guys remember the ask I had a long while back asking me to pick a Troye Sivan song for every year of Jikook's relationship.
Thing is, for 2022-3 it wouldn't be a Troye Sivan song I would choose. It would be this one.
The song is by a Japanese artist called Imase, who went online to thank and show his appreciation to JK for listening to his song and mentioning it in his live.
I can't help but wonder if this is why JK knows that Japanese YT teacher so well, is he touching up on his Japanese?
So, part 2 JK sang 2 songs by Taeyang (hilarious how he stops singing Shoop the second it's Lisa's part), 2 songs by Seventeen, talked about how Jun taught him the dance for Super and Mingyu asked him to do the challenge but hasn't called him, and then proceeded to say that he won't do it, lol.
Pity, I'm sure he'd rock it.
He also talked about watching Go Seventeen and how funny they were.
I do love how he's sharing with us the songs he loves, the shows he likes, and also supporting his partner and his friends.
JK also mentioned he saw the photo of his female lookalike, Hira Saya, lol.
JK talked about Hobi finishing his basic training that day. Sending them a selfie to their group chat.
I personally am not prepared for that day.
But the hilarious part, once again, is does he not think we will notice his hair getting shorter?????
Again, that naivete of his, just like he was surprised he was so easily recognized at Coachella, lol.
After singing fighting, JK, as we so dearly know him, turns to the camera and asks: "should we sleep now?"
He turns back to sing fighting for a few seconds and then:
Adds "fighting for tomorrow", waves bye, says he dropped by briefly to play, that he'll find good songs for us and come back, asking "but these are all songs that you already knew, right? You probably listen to more music than I do. I really don't listen to music", waves bye, says not to get sick and be happy, and he's done.
Lol.
Look, it's not like he didn't warn us. Multiple times. He said he'd have to go to sleep at 1 am cause he has somewhat of a schedule the next morning. It's the way he does it that has me on the floor laughing.
I didn't talk about the CP song he played and sang, because yeah, CP, not much to talk about, other than again, this is an artist that JK likes, admires, and one that he is choosing to share his music with us and sing his songs.
Anyways, before I end this, a couple of points I noticed:
The songs he played and sang to us. JK said it loud and clear. And his live closing statement kind of cements the fact that he came to sing these songs he thinks are good songs, and that even though he, in his own words, doesn't really listen to music these days, is obviously listening to these songs and wanted to play them and sing them to us. Songs that happen to be by his partner (4 times he goes back to Angel pt. 1 in his live for a total of over 5 minutes singing or humming or adlibbing it), his friends (Seventeen), artists he admires (CP and Taeyang) and a special extra song that happens to live in his head at the moment (Night dancer).
The absence of the songs he didn't play. I think it was kind of loud and clear, don't you?
Anyway, JK came back to us, as he has been doing when JM is absent. He's happy. He looks happy. So I'm happy. And as much as I want more frequent lives from him, if JM being away or absent is the catalyst then I would rather he have his Jiminie by his side than me enjoy him going live. And him going live is pure joy. Do you understand what I'm willing to give up here? Do I need to make myself any clearer?
I want them to be happy is all.
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❣️Bad Influence❣️
Pairing : Mick Schumacher X Cherrie!
Word count : 7.2k
Summary: in which Cherrie is a bad influence. She’s also a little over protective too.
Mick stood in front of the reporter with a amused smile tugging at his lips as the topic of his girlfriend and rival on the track was brought up again.
His cheeks flushing a subtle pink just at the sound of her name , shifting on his feet with a shy laugh as he glanced around him to make sure that she wasn't near him to make fun of him when he acted like a fool in love for her in front of everyone .
If she saw him blushing over just hearing her name, he would never hear the end of it. The picture would be screen shotted and framed in their apartment with a proud plack engraved with the words 'SIMP #1' on it.
How did he know that would happen?
Because it already had the last time she caught him giggling about her to the press again.
"How does it feel for your partner to beat you today? Is there any part of you that is envious of her constant wins lately?" The man asked him clearly looking for some drama to stir.
But he was picking the wrong man to hear it from . Because mick was as in love with Cherrie as a man could possibly be.
She could crash into him on purpose and he would still refuse to blame her for it. In fact he'd probably thank her for it . That's how soft he was for her.
Mick just smiled at the man with a small laugh , shaking his head at him.
"No, no. I'm Incredibly proud of her. She's one of the best drivers in the world and she deserves every single win that she has achieved. She works incredibly hard and there's been days where she's literally been up all night on the simulator refusing to come off until she's satisfied that she's knows the track by memory. Even when I try and get her to relax and enjoy her time off-" he laughed fondly at the stubbornness and insane drive to win that she had .
"She'll just look at me like I've asked her to go to Mars. So I've learned to leave her alone and just let her be the best that she can be. Because her hard work pays off .. I mean, she's won again so she must be doing something right!" He exclaimed with a proud look on his face .
Before laughing a little as he felt his phone buzz in his hand, already knowing who it was and just what it would say .
He looked at the camera with a small smirk , chuckling . "Look- she likes to annoy me with it though. She's not very er- she's not very humble and loves to brag.." he told them in amusement at how shameless his girlfriend was when it came to rubbing her success in other people's faces for her own amusement.
He then laughed loudly as he opened up her text and showed it to the camera for the world to see.
"Look- this is my super supportive girlfriend by the way ... she's wrote- ‘I've just got back home after taking a ride in the winners car. You did amazing today, not as good as me because that's impossible , but still fabulous! So I've gotten you a cake.." he read out with his tongue in his cheek as he looked at the photo she had sent him.
It was of a large cake with white frosting , and written in bright red icing were the words
'Better luck next time gorgeous!'
The reporter and cameraman chuckled at her teasing and the usual cheek that she had . Not at all surprised by her behaviour .
It was one of the reasons why people had been so shocked when Cherrie had announced her relationship with mick over a year ago now . No one could quite believe it.
Because the two of them couldn't have been more opposite If they tried.
Cherrie was this loudmouth , arrogant and risky driver who wasn't afraid to get into someone's face and tell them that exactly what she thought about them.
Like the time that Cherrie had took a hold of max before he could leave the paddock just to ask him what the fuck did he think he was doing after nearly taking her out on the track.
Mick had to hurry over and intervene , physically carrying his furious girlfriend away while she cursed max out in Spanish and promised him that karma would bite his ass soon.
Karma being herself because the next race after that incident , Cherrie had overtook him at the last second , deliberately leaving him to think that he was about to win before pressing full throttle at the last second and taking the leadership away from him just like that.
The smug look on her face when she stood next to max on the podium , clearly proud of herself for getting back at max in the best way possible.
With pure Success .
"It's what he gets. Maybe he'll think twice before trying to screw me over time . Because I don't get sad . I get even." Cherrie had simply told them, unbothered and confident in herself like always .
Where mick was sweet, Cherrie was a cocky asshole who found humour in pissing people off.
And where mick was soft spoken and polite, Cherrie was mouthy and came across as rude sometimes with how blunt and unfiltered she was .
Many a time has mick had to slap his hand over her big mouth before she could start another verbal fight with someone just because she was bored.
And while mick had a hard time sometimes sticking up for himself and speaking up to his team when he didn't think something was right , too afraid to upset anyone or cause any trouble with someone.
Cherrie was not shy or hesitant at all.
When mick had told her that his team weren't listening to his complaints about his wheel not feeling right , telling her that they had just ignored him and refused to listen. Cherrie had simply told him that she would handle it.
And by handling it she meant storming into his garage and screaming at his team, with a face of fury and tightened fists as she had refused to leave until they had Listened to every single one of the issues that he had been silently facing .
She had Stood beside him like a pissed off and over protective parent while he quietly told them his problems with the car , giving him a encouraging nod each time he looked to her for approval.
And as they had been leaving . The camera had picked up on her threatening his team principal without it giving a single shit at the amount of trouble she was going to be in for doing so.
"You better give him a better car and actually listen to him next time . Otherwise the lot of you will be leaving here in an ambulance!" She had snapped at them while mick had laughed nervously and told them that she was joking , pulling her away before she actually de-knee capped them all.
They may have been different but mick was certain that was why it worked so well between them.
His kindness and gentleness helped calmed her down , he brought her back down to Earth when she was spiralling out of control inside her clustered head. He brought her calmness and safety , knowing that she could trust him and just be herself after an exhausting day of people expecting things from her.
Whereas Cherrie gave him more confidence in himself. The minute she heard him even slightly putting himself down or blaming himself over something that was out of his control, she would give him a firm slap around the head and tell him to stop being stupid .
She would then sit there with him and list off every single amazing thing about him, she would hold him tight and promised him that no matter the problem. They could work it out together.
Even though she was in a different team and the two of them were supposed to be Rivals. None of that applied to them because Cherrie did whatever the fuck she wanted to.
She let him use her teams simulator with the track that they would be racing on. Sitting up all night with him and showing him tips and tricks to use at certain corners, showing him the best places to brake quicker and which corners he needed to be careful on. Even though she wasn't supposed to be helping him, she did anyways.
Because while they may not have been a team on the track, they were a team off of it and she would always have his back. Always.
It was a nice feeling for him to know that he would always have someone on his side even when he was the one in the wrong. She would simply defend him without any hesitation to the public but scold him in private when they were at home. Telling him what he had done wrong instead of making him feel like shit about it , she would simply go over his mistakes with him and fix them. Showing him what to do next time instead.
They loved each other and it showed.
And was his girlfriend a slightly crazy, obnoxious , and intimidating woman? A little bit , yes.
Did he care? Absolutely not. It was what made him love her even more .
She kept him on the edge of his seat and never once had he ever doubted her love for him because it showed in every single thing that she did .
"Would you say that Cherrie is a bad influence on you?" He asked him with a knowing look on his face.
Mick hesitated at that , titling his head side to side with a bashful laugh as he thought about how mischievous she was. How she always managed to drag him into her shit too.
"Er- yes , a little. I can't deny it. She likes trouble and she likes to get me into trouble too." He admitted with a grin as he thought back to all the times she had been a bad influence on him.
There was that time in Monaco when Charles had offered to take them on a tour around the place , both of them had been waiting by his car while he walked back inside the hotel to take a phone call, telling them that he'd only be a minute .
They were stood there waiting for him for ten minutes when Cherrie finally had enough. Unable to stand still and huffing and puffing with each second that passed by without Charles reappearing .
"Christ! who is he in the phone with? The insurance company?!" She whines out impatiently , rolling her eyes in annoyance as she turned to look at the ferrari in front of her.
Mick just laughed and rubbed her back gently , used to her inability to just stand still and wait.
"He won't be long-" he broke off into a startled gasp when Cherrie suddenly opened the drivers side of the Ferrari and slid into the seat , the keys having already been left inside , having just been about to leave before he got a call.
Mick looked at her with wide eyes as she turned on the engine and looked up at him innocently .
"What are you doing?!" He exclaimed with a nervous look back to the hotel. Knowing that Charles wouldn't want her driving his precious car without permission.
But his girlfriend simply didn't give a shit. Giving him a look and nodding over to the passenger seat impatiently .
"I'm hungry and if I have to wait here for another minute I'm going to go mad! Are you getting in or what baby?" She looked at him with a challenging smirk , closing her door and reviving the engine again just to wind him up some more .
Mick hesitated , running a hand over his face anxiously as he chewed nervously on his lower lip.
Glancing down at his cool as a cucumber girlfriend who was looking up at him in amusement at the way he kept shooting nervous looks over his shoulder at the hotel .
"This isn't a good idea! We can't just steal his car! He'll go mental!" He scolded her , taking a small step closer to the Ferrari despite himself.
Cherrie just laughed and leaned over to open the passenger side of the door for him, nodding confidently to the seat knowing that there was no way on earth he would let her drive off in Monaco without him.
"We'll be back before he's even noticed we’ve gone! Come on baby! You don't want me to starve do you? I haven't even had any breakfast yet!" She knew just how to guilt trip him.
Mick hesitated with his head halfway in the car , looking at the love of his life with a concerned frown.
"You haven't? Cherrie! I told you not to go without something to eat first! Oh my god! You never listen!" He scolded her , quickly sliding into Charles's Ferrari before he could chicken out and change his mind.
Cherrie stepped on the gas, quickly speeding off down the road without any hesitation. Laughing loudly as mick reached over and clicked her seatbelt into place for her , untucking her hair from beneath it too so it didn't tug at her head.
"I had some toast. I was just lying to get you into the damn car!" She giggled like a naughty kid at the disbelieving look he sent her .
Mouth dropping open in disbelief "Cherrie! This is a crime! We've stolen his Ferrari! This is peer pressure!" His voice went higher incredulously at how unbothered she looked.
The wind blowing through her hair as she turned on the radio and glanced over at him with a pretty smile on her face . Mick's heart fluttering when she placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed teasingly.
"Love you." She sang to him playfully , tilting her head for a kiss.
Mick yelled "keep your eyes on the road!" Before quickly leaning over the console to give her a kiss, then he grabbed her jaw and turned her head back to face the front again. Shaking his head in pure disbelief at her.
Crazy . She was crazy!
"I quite like this car. It's very smooth to drive. Do you want to drive it?" She nudged his shoulder with a smirk as they both slowly walked back to the badly parked Ferrari , Cherrie holding a small tub of ice cream in her hand .
Mick swallowed down the bite that she fed to him, humming at the sweet taste as he caressed the back of her head affectionately. Admiring how pretty she looked underneath the beaming sun.
Before Shaking his head "no because then I'm the criminal. Right now im just - a witness." He told her before giving her a stern look when she looked up beneath her dark lashes at him, tilting her head cutely.
He inhaled sharply "no! No! Don't give me that look. You are not dragging me any further into this- I am not driving Charles Ferrari away. We really need to take it back before he kills us!" He tried to stick to his own words, he really did.
But then she pouted up at him and gently kissed his bicep a couple of times . Mumbling a small "please? I want you to drive me to the beach. Please mick.."
He groaned "no. I meant it. I'm not doing it-" he was adamant .
Five minutes later mick was driving Charles's Ferrari to the beach with a sigh , glancing over at a pleased looking Cherrie in the passenger seat taking photos
Of him behind the wheel to send to a furious Charles .
He never let them anywhere near his Ferrari again.
Or there was that time at the hotel when some of the drivers had been lounging around the pool while they had an off day.
Mick was stood behind Cherrie as he gently rubbed sunscreen onto her back, biting his down on his lip as he admired her Tanned and sweating body in the tiny red bikini that she was wearing. Sighing in awe, unable to believe that she was all his.
"You look beautiful. Are you sure that you don't want to head back up to our room?" He murmured suggestively into her ear.
Kissing the side of her head as he wrapped his arms around her chest from behind , resting the side of his cheek against her own as he hugged her close to him. Enjoying having her to himself again after such a busy week.
Cherrie just giggled as she leaned back against his chest, lifting one of her arms so that she could hold the hand dangling over her chest, intertwining their fingers together lazily as she stared over at max who was stood by the edge of the pool talking to lando about something.
Narrowing her eyes at him, still feeling a little pissed off by the risky overtake he did on her . She sighed loudly and lifted mick's hand in front of her , kissing his knuckles gently to soften him up.
"Did you see that dangerous move max did to me at the corner?" She murmured to him, smiling a little slyly when she leaned her head back to look up at him through her lashes . Just like she always did when she wanted something from him.
Mick frowned a little at the reminder , humming in confusion once he saw the calculating look on her pretty face.
Fighting back a loud sigh already knowing that whether she was about to suggest would be no good.
"Yeah? What about it? He apologised to you this morning didn't he?" He had seen max hesitantly approach his girlfriend while they had all been getting breakfast in the hall.
Trying not to laugh at the way max had stood a good metre away from her while telling her he was sorry, Cherrie just glaring up at him unhappily as she bit into a banana aggressively while looking him straight in the eye.
Cherrie just hummed, leaning up to kiss his jaw gently as she mumbled to him. "Still.. do you remember what I did when pierre did the same thing to you?" She was referring to the time that the French man hasn't left enough room and sent mick spinning into the wall.
Mick looked down at her warily , recalling the way she had found pierre in the club later that night and then proceeded to tackle him to the dance floor. Keeping him in a headlock until he apologised to a flustered mick who was trying to get her off him while their friends all laughed hysterically at the scene she had made .
"Yes... what about it?" He worried as he caught her eyes shifting back over to max by the pool, groaning as he realised what she was hinting at him to do.
"Cherrie- I am not attacking max-"
She just scoffed and waved her hand in front of her "no, no. I'm not asking you to do that! I'm just saying.. look how close he is to the edge of the pool. He's just asking to be pushed in Isn't he?" She said to him with a smirk.
Mick pulled away from her with another groan, frowning at her disapprovingly . Wondering why she was like this.
"I am not pushing max into the pool for you-" he whisper shouted to her . Eyes widening as she started to give him that look .
Rapidly shaking his head at her in denial "no- no!"
She walked behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissed between his shoulders with a mischievous giggle . Knowing that she always got what she wanted .
"Please mick? It'll be so funny! It'll be good for him to cool off in this heat anway! Plus I took down gasly for you so it's time you returned the favour-" she told him confidently .
Mick looked over his shoulder at her with wide eyes "I didn't ask you to put pierre in a headlock! I don't want to piss max off either-" he reminded her .
But he still glanced back over at max who was standing so incredibly close to the edge of the pool , oblivious to cherrie's plan for him.
Mick took a small step closer to him as he thought about how max had nearly taken his girlfriend out of the race with his risky cut off.
Hearing Cherrie giggle like a evil little gremlin behind him , narrowing his eyes at her as he hesitated just a couple of steps behind max.
Cherrie just beamed at him , eyes sparkling as she nodded insistently towards max.
"Do it!" She mouthed to him with a smirk, hands pressed to her cheeks in excitement .
Mick looked at Max's back and then back to his hopeful girlfriend , hands twitching as he hesitated .
Bedore letting out a defeated sigh and turning around, walking straight over to max who looked over at him in confusion , starting to smile at him politely.
"Hey mate what-?" He started to say only to gasp loudly as mick gave him a hard shove to his shoulders and sent him tumbling straight back into the pool behind him.
All he could hear was Cherrie laughing hysterically as she fell down to her knees in tears, gasping between giggles at the big splash max made as he fell hard into the water.
Spluttering and coughing as he came back up for her , soaking wet and blinking water out from his eyes as he gaped up at a sheepish mick in disbelief.
"Why?! What was that for?!" He exclaimed in shock while the other drivers laughed and took photos of him.
Mick just shrugged and scratched the side of his neck sheepishly , glancing over to his giggling girlfriend with a small grin . Pleased with how proud she looked of him.
"That's for nearly taking Cher off the track. You're lucky that I didn't do what she wanted me to do to you." He told him honestly.
Walking back over to her and placing his hands underneath her armpits to pull his hysterically laughing girlfriend up from the floor. Placing her on his lap as he sat down at the end of one of the sun loungers instead .
Cherrie immediately wrapping her arm around his shoulders and giving him a kiss before pulling away to watch max pull himself out of the pool with a huff.
"And what did she want you to do?" He dared to ask, shooting a giggling Cherrie an unimpressed look.
"Kill you. But mick said no." She replied without any hesitation . Face serious .
Max paused and eyed her warily while mick just laughed nervously and placed his hand over her smirking mouth , shaking his head .
"No, no. She's kidding! She never told me to kill you. She's really sweet actually!" He lied with a smile as he pulled her down to lay with him instead before she Could get them into any more trouble .
Locking her body between his legs as she squirmed on him, still laughing like a naughty kid. He hooked his arm around the back of her neck, resting her head in the crook of his elbow to keep her still.
Leaning down to give her a brief kiss "behave. You've already paid a fine for threatening to break Max's nose last time remember? It'll be even more if you do it again." He whispered against her lips, smiling despite himself .
Finding it funny how her first answer to everything was violence . Always being the one to calm her down and tell her that killing off all of her rivals wouldn't solve a thing.
She just sighed and buried her face into his neck, snuggling into him happily.
"It would make me feel really good though. But if he does that to me on the track again.." she trailed off, peering up at him with a smirk.
Mick just sighed in defeat "then I'll pop the tires to his car and cancel his plane ride home. I know . You've already told what to do." He murmured in amusement . Getting another proud kiss from her as she whispered that she loved him.
So was she a slightly bad influence on him?
Maybe.
But she was also fiercely protective of him too and she showed just how much she loved him with her actions.
Like that time he crashed into the barrier and Cherrie had been right behind him, just narrowly missing being taken out by one of his wheels flying onto the track.
She slowed down her car and looked over at his crashed car in worry , her radio quickly coming on.
"Okay that's a red flag . You need to pull back and follow the safety car-" he told her firmly.
Cherrie didn't listen, instead she felt her heart pounding her chest with worry when mick didn't get straight out of the car like he usually did.
"Fuck that was a bad one! Stupid fucking car they’ve dumped him with! Who the hell did that? How did that happen?" She turned off her engine , refusing to move her car away from her boyfriends crashed one.
Her team knew her though and immediately replied with concern "you need to stay in your car and follow the-”
Cherrie cut him off with a scoff , eyes never leaving the car opposite her .
"Fuck off! I'm not leaving him there! I'll pay the fucking fine or whatever they slap me with. Okay?" Was all she snapped at them before pulling off her wheel and hauling herself out of the car .
The announcer was going crazy "that's something you don't see very often! The Ferrari has come to a complete stop and Cherrie is getting out of the car, denying team orders! That's going to get her into a lot of trouble but by the sounds of it she really doesn't care!" He exclaimed , sounding impressed.
Cherrie ran over to his car as fast as she could, quickly kneeling beside it and bending over so that she could see mick inside.
Placing her hand ontop of his helmet and tapping it gently "you okay? Are you good? Are you hurt? Can you get out?" She rushed the questions at him in worry.
Signing loudly in relief when mick lifted up his visor and looked at her with tears in his eyes, clearly upset with crashing again.
"Yeah I'm okay. I'm out of the race though- the team isn't going to be very happy with me-" he mumbled to her sadly.
Cherrie just scoffed and pulled out of his wheel, throwing it down to the side and grasping his hands in her own to help pull him out .
Wrapping her arm around his waist to steady him while he got his footing again, pulling off his helmet and placing it into the car with a sigh.
Cherrie pulled her own off too and carelessly flung it onto the grass. Bending her head down so that she could meet his teary eyes, she immediately pulled him into her side for a hug.
"I don't give a shit. I'm just glad you're okay! That's all that matters! If your team has anything to say they can say it to the both of us tomorrow because we're going home!" She snapped , checking him over for injuries herself.
Mick wrapped his arm around her shoulder and frowned in worry . "I don't think we're allowed to. We'll be fined if we leave-" he reminded her , waving the medics off and telling them that he was okay. Just winded.
Cherrie pushed past all of the people and grabbed his hand in her own, pulling him along the side and over to the wall with determined strides. Mick following behind her without any hesitation, trusting her to have his best interests at heart like she always did .
She didn’t mess around when it came to him.
"Then they can fine me . I don't care. You're worth more than money and you know that the press will only hound you and they'll have you doing media for hours to cover over for what a shit fucking box your team have given you." She ranted angrily as she jumped over the wall that lead to a parking lot that was about five minute walk away.
Mick just smiled and kissed the side of her head in adoration. “thank you. I just really want to go home and calm down." He murmured to her honestly , grateful for her stubbornness and determination to protect him all the time. Damned the consequences.
"Then we'll go home and calm down. Fuck the rest of them. Come on." Was all she muttered as she wrapped her arm around his waist, letting mick lean on her side as they walked side by side down the road to where she had parked her car.
A camera drone filming them getting further and further away from the track , still in their races suits and ignoring everybody else as they chatted casually between each other . Hand in hand.
"I can't believe this! They have left the Grand Prix! They've jumped the wall to the car park, instead of heading back to their team and garage. They're leaving together-!" The announcer exclaimed in astonishment as the whole world watched Cherrie gently push mick into her car and quickly get in herself .
The black Ferrari quickly reversing and turning around bedore speeding down to the nearest highway , before disappearing completely out of sight.
"Now that's what you call love! She got him out of there before his team could even think of calling him down! No doubt they'll be in a world of trouble for this but-" he laughed in amusement , sounding proud.
"Cherrie cares for nobody but mick! His team principals won't even get close to him if she's there! It's clear to see who's the real boss here isn't it?"
Or there was that time when mick wasn't feeling too good and was slouched down in his seat at the airport , hood over his head as he tried to drown out the loud noise coming from the rest of the drivers that would they would be sharing a plane with to attend some fancy gala by one of their sponsors.
Already dreading being in a plane with them, his head pounding and just wanting some peace and quiet so he could rest.
He looked around for his girlfriend who had taken one look at his miserable face and disappeared, spotting her jogging back her to him with piece of papers and both of their passports in her hand.
She smiled down at him gently , nodding behind her. "Come on. Let's go." She said casually as she pulled him up from his seat by the sleeve of his hoodie.
Mick glancing down at her in confusion "what? The planes not here yet." He told her with a frown.
Lando and Charles glanced over at them once they noticed Cherrie trying to drag him away.
"Where are you going?" Lando questioned them in confusion. The other drivers now looking at them too.
Cherrie paid them absolutely no mind , keeping her gaze on her flushed boyfriend who clearly wasn't well.
"I've got us a private plane. It's ready now. Come on." She simply told him as though it was no big deal.
Mick looked at her in disbelief , heart warming . "You got us a private plane? To the event?"
She looked at him with a small smile "no. To home. We're not going to some pretentious gala . We're going home and you're going to bed to rest. I've texted my mum to drop off some soup for you when we get there as well." She informed him softly , wrapping her arm around his waist and pulling him along with her casually.
Mick looked at her with love in his eyes, heart squeezing in his chest from how thoughtful she was to him without even making a big deal out of it. And without him even saying a thing.
Charles looked between the two of them in disbelief "I thought we were all travelling together? You've got a private plane just for the two of you ?!" He exclaimed in shock at how they were just ditching them there without any hesitation.
Cherrie just glanced at them briefly , unbothered.
"Yes. Enjoy your noisy flight. We'll be in the jet with plenty of leg room and champagne! See you guys!" She chirped at them with a smug smirk before turning back around and heading on their way.
Mick grinning to himself as he sheepishly waved at the read of the shocked drivers , jogging to keep up with her long strides as they headed over to the private part of the airport where a small, sleek plane was waiting for them.
"I love you so much." He whispered to her honestly , unable to believe that it was possible to love someone as much as he did her.
She was his life, his soul and his heart .
And he didn't know what he would do without her. She was his person. His best friend. She always had been and always would be.
She may have been a cocky little asshole but she was his cocky little asshole.
It was the only time that she ever let her guard down and showed how truly soft and caring she could be, but only for him. It was all the little things that she did for him that showed everyone else how much she loved him.
Like the way she was about to pass mick to head to her own media duties , stopping to wish him luck for his press conference with Lewis and Charles.
She leaned into his side for a brief hug ,waving off her assistant who was trying to get her to hurry up. She just told her to give her a minute as she spoke to mick.
"You okay?" She murmured to him, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. Squeezing his waist affectionately .
Mick hummed a little , sniffling from the cold as he gave her red cheeks a kiss. Nudging her nose with his own fondly .
"Yeah. Just want to get this over with . I didn't get to eat anything yet- I'm really hungry." He grumbled to her . Upset that he hasn't had the chance to even have any breakfast before he was dragged away.
Cherrie frowned at him "thats not good. We'll go out for dinner tonight yeah? Order the whole menu." She mumbled to him , yawning from how tired she was. The both of them not morning people at all.
Mick smiled at her and gave her another quick kiss before he was pulled away, waving to her .
"Sounds good! Love you!" He called over his shoulder to her loudly .
She gave him a wink "love you too! Have fun!" She sarcastically added , laughing when he pulled a face. Both of them hating media just as much as anybody else .
It was almost halfway through the conference when there was some rustling and loud muttering from
Behind them, the interviewer pausing mid question as they all looked over to the commotion at the door.
And mick could only sink into his seat with a flustered grin as his girlfriend confidently pushed past security , rolling her eyes at them when they tried to stop her from going up on the stage.
She just gave them a look before waving over at mick happily. Nodding respectfully to Charles and Lewis who were chuckling at her sudden appearance in amusement , not all all surprised with her crashing the conference.
"Oh my god. What are you doing?" Mick flushed, giggling a little in embarrassment as she casually walked over to the table with a brown paper bag in her hand.
She leant down and gave him a quick kiss "I got you a sandwich and a cupcake from the bakery around the corner ." She told him simply as she handed him the food she had rushed off to get him after he had told her that he was hungry.
Mick's face softened at her kindness , smiling at the way she was pretending to be casual and unbothered by the glances she was getting as she also handed him a hot chocolate to drink too.
He looked up at her in amazement , fondness coating his voice as he mumbled . "Thank you baby. You didn't have too."
She just shrugged and waved his thanks away like she always did . "course I did. You get pissy when you're hungry and there's only enough room for one mean little bitch in this relationship and it's me." She simply replied. Ruffling his hair before stepping away from The table , ready to leave as quick as she had came.
Having put off her own media duties to drive to the nearest cafe, she ignored the way her assistant was glaring at her. Not caring that she was going to be in trouble again .
Mick came first , always.
He quickly reached out with his hand to stop her from going , smiling at her gently . "One second.." he muttered to her before reaching into the bag and seeing two cupcakes .
He pulled out the chocolate one and handed it to her , raising his eyebrow at her sternly when she refused to take it.
"I got it for you." She muttered with a frown .
He just smiled and placed it into her hand "I only need one baby. I'm not the only one who's an asshole when they’re hungry. Eat it and I'll see you later okay?" He murmured to her quietly but the microphone on the table still picked up his affectionate words.
Cheeks flushing red when he heard Lewis 'aww.' At them fondly.
Cherrie just sighed and took the cupcake reluctantly, rolling her eyes at him playfully . Leaning down to give him one last kiss before pulling away.
"Love you. I'll see you at home?" She said as she jumped down from stage.
Mick didn't take his eyes off her , taking a sip from the hot chocolate to cover up his lovesick smile.
"Definitely. I'll call you when I'm done!" He told her , getting a thumbs up in response before she disappeared back around the corner as though she had never even arrived in the first place .
He sighed happily , only to pause in his place when he turned his head and noticed the amused looks he was getting from both the press and the drivers.
"You two are made for each other." Lewis said with a grin , laughing at the way mick flushed red and could hardly meet their eyes.
Charles nodded along in agreement , chuckling. "I think you're the only that she smiles at. If I told her I was hungry she would just pull a face and tell me to eat something then!" He said amused.
Mick thought back to the way Cherrie had given him her coat that morning when he said he was cold , having forgotten his own at home.
She didn't even hesitate to give him hers. Telling him that she ran hot anyways when he hesitated to take it from her.
Clearly lying because this was the same woman who had bought five blankets for their bed and tucked her hands under his shirt just to warm up her freezing cold hands during the night.
She simply did it Because she loved him. The hot headed , self proclaimed ice queen , uncaring and bitchy woman, loved him and would do anything for him.
And mick would do the same. Because she was it for him.
So he smiled bashfully down at his fingers and laughed shyly , biting down on his lip to control his lovesick grin.
"She's the love of my life. I'm gonna marry her someday." He admitted to them quietly , cheeks red at the awwwing he heard from around the room.
Lewis just laughed, not surprised at all.
"Not if she beats you to it first. She's definitely the type to propose before you do." He mused.
Charles agreed "yeah mate. We all know who wears the pants in your relationship." He chuckled , grinning at him.
Mick just shrugged, unashamed by the fact that she was the starring role in his life.
She took the lead and mick would follow her wherever she took him without any hesitation. Because he loved her, as simple as that.
"She looks great in my pants anyway." He smirked a little , laughing beneath his breath.
Feeling a little smug as he felt the ring box in the pocket of his hoodie just waiting to be opened tonight.
He couldn't beat Cherrie in a lot of things, but he would just this one time. It was a special occasion after all.
And even when he didn't win the race he was still winning when she ran over to him each time with a pretty little smile on her beautiful face.
He won everyday when he woke up in her arms each morning.
He won by the way that every man wanted her but she went home with him without any hesitation, he was the only one she whispered ‘i love you’ to in the darkness of the night.
She was the one. A little crazy and a little bit unhinged, but the one for him nonetheless.
And what was better than having a girlfriend that could fight too ? Mick would never have to even clench a fist because she would go swinging for him.
It was nice how wanted she made him feel .
She made him happy , she made him feel safe . She made him feel like superman. Like he could do anything he wanted as long as she was there by his side.
She was it for him. It was a rare kind of love, the kind that barely made any sense to someone who didn’t know the them well. But he didn’t care.
Because their love was real. Theirs was chaotic and messy. It was fun and safe. Loud and proud.
Their love was unfading and true. That was all that mattered to them.
Fuck everybody else. They had each other. That’s all they needed.
#mick Schumacher imagine#mick Schumacher fic#f1 imagine#f1 fic#f1 oneshot#formula 1 imagine#formula one imagine
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Question: I got to ask Jensen this a few years ago, but you were not there [?] -
Jared: Well that sounded judge-y.
Question: Because Supernatural was on the CW and a regular network, there were standards and practices. How do you think Sam's character or storyline would be changed or been different had it been on, say, HBO?
Jared: That's actually a better question than I think it sounds like. Sorry I wasn't there years ago -
Jensen: What'd I say?
J2: [crack up]
Question: You were onstage with Misha and you both looked puzzled but you went, I'm just trying to say that we're not having sex.
Jensen: That tracks.
Jared: That's the opposite of what I was gonna say -
Question: The entire panel went downhill from there, and I've been blamed for that for years.
Jensen: That also tracks.
Jared: You know what's funny is that I've thought about this, and I wonder what Ackles thinks. We've kind of talked about it here and there over the years, but I - and we talked about this yesterday in the Meet & Greet - I kind of really enjoy that there are guidelines. It's sort of - if you can just do anything? There was a funny interview with -
Jensen: You get The Boys. That's what happens.
Jared: Which is great, but - You kind of have to be more creative within boundaries. That's how I parent, these are the guidelines, these are the rules, this is the box you can't leave, play within it. As opposed to just do anything and everything. And I think you can lose some of the art - and The Boys is amazing. Like The Boys wouldn't work on the CW and -
Jensen: [laughing] No.
Jared: But that's what it is. And, you know, that's what it is. Like, I don't know if, when we come back, I wanna say fuck on a network. But I dunno. It's gonna be a discussion, between he and I - he and me - and among whomever else, but I don't know there's something magical and universal. And, I mean, there were probably a dozen or two dozen children here yesterday that if we're running around naked or saying this that and the other, it might not translate. And hopefully parents wouldn't show that to their kids. Yeah, I don't know. I'm happy, I'm happy with the CW, and also because we have y'all and because of the CW and they let us work through our growing pains, we did fifteen years and I think anywhere else we would have been dead in the water. After Dead in the Water, as a matter of fact.
Jensen: That's right. I think if anything it would be just maybe an elevated gore version of Supernatural. There was a lot of - like I don't think necessarily, y'know, more colorful language or, yknow, more skin or anything like that? I don't think that that would really benefit the story, necessarily. But I think what we could and couldn't show in regards to scare and blood and, y'know, that kinda stuff, we had to temper that. So I think maybe we'd probably elevate that to an extent if we were on a network or a streamer that allowed that to happen, where there weren't standards and practices. But there were - we pushed the envelope. The writers definitely pushed the envelope, like one thing I remember is we couldn't say prick. But we could say dick. So they wrote an entire season with a guy named Dick Roman just so we could hammer that home. And I think that was -
Jared: Wow. We could say hammer as well. [hits forehead on mic repeatedly]
Jensen: That's right. So it's like Jared said, there were ways of trying to push the envelope a bit with staying in the parameters that we had to and those guidelines. And I think as a show that was on a broadcast network we probably took a little bit more of a risk and took some chances, moreso than I think most network shows? And I think that was exciting for us, but I think if there were no parameters and we were able to do just whatever we wanted to, I'm not sure it would be that much different, because I don't know that it would serve the story as well.
Jared: Yeah, if the puzzle has no rules then is it really a puzzle? Y'know? That's a strange question, sorry.
Jensen: [exaggeratedly reacting] What?!
Jared: Have a happy Sunday. I'm saying if someone just gives you a thousand pieces of a puzzle but anything goes anywhere, then who gives a shit? If it's like -
Jensen: What?!
Jared: [exaggeratedly reacts] I love puzzles.
Audience member: We get it!
Jensen: You don't understand! Stop placating him!
Jared: Thank you for your question. Oh, you're still going?
Question: Basically Jensen many years ago you had mentioned at some convention that maybe Dean had had a history of sex work as a child* -
Audience: What.
Jared: You did what?
Jensen: [baffled] Huh?
Question: Someone said it to you, that maybe as a teenager with John being gone a lot, Dean may have resorted to sex work.
Jared: That was probably in jest, if he ever said that, I'm sure it was not a legitimate, like, character backstory.
Jensen: Yeah, no.
Jared: Just speaking for him here, because I think he's a little -
Jensen: [sarcastically] It's too bad we're on a broadcast show, I really think he would have done some teenage sex work. Yikes.
Question: I'm a writer so it sparked ideas -
Jensen: [flatly] Great.
Question: but you know like drug use, other things that maybe you would not mention in the show -
Jared: Thank you for your question.
Jensen: She has a high regard for Dean Winchester, clearly. No, thank you.
Jared: Thank you.
*Someone brought this up as a thing they vaguely remembered a while back here on tumblr and there was a discussion attempting to track down a source. Which eventually only came up with this quote from a 2008 interview [X]
“Dean’s a bit of a pool shark and also a bit of a gambler. It doesn’t really show it all the time, but it’s definitely implied that there are poker games and pool matches that they can win some money on. And who knows? Dean’s a promiscuous kind of guy. Who knows how he drums up the funds that they use?”
Which seems more than a little facetious, and while suggestive? Is not equivalent to what fandom wanted to remember it as. Putting aside how weird it is to ask about an off-the-cuff remark from fifteen fucking years ago even with a source? She's clearly repeating the source-less fandom rumor since she claims it was at "some convention" - because as we all know, fandom is always both accurate and honest about things like that! Even putting all of that aside, which we really shouldn't? It's such a questionable topic to bring up in a convention hall full of people, to J2 who have made it clear several times they want to talk about canon not fanfic. Who literally just finished answering your first question by saying they weren't interested in making the canon any more salacious! Just ... woof.
#j2 gold panel#nashcon 2023#long post#convention drama#secondhand embarrassment meter: off the charts
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Teenage Dirtbag [ Jotaro Kujo]
Synopsis: Jotaro Kujo rarely found interest in girls at school, he thought they were mostly annoying and only wanted him for his looks and bad boy status. All except one, but she probably didn’t like him at all….right?
Word Count: 0.9k words (3 pages!)
A/n: I fucking love the song Teenage Dirtbag! expect more songfics lol, and also here's the introductory fic to my favorite anime and current hyper fixation JJBA! Hope ya enjoy!
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“Jojo! Do you want to walk with us today?”
“Oh Jojo! Do you want to hang out after school?”
“You’re really cute, you know that?”
“Jojo-”
Jotaro let out a frustrated groan before turning to the posse that followed behind him.
“Shut the fuck up! Stop being fucking annoying!”
Jotaro stared down at them annoyingly before hearing all them squeal and continue to chatter about him, still following behind him.
The male only let out a sigh before continuing to school, before a softer voice called for him.
“Jotaro!”
He raised his head to see a (h/c) hair girl coming his way and waving, bringing a slight grin to his face. Your name was Y/n L/n, and she was a newer student at his school. You were best friends with Kakyoin, being an artsy student with amazing grades.
You were nearly perfect.
So he sometimes wondered how the hell did he end up being friends with you.
You ended up walking up to him, causing him to stop in his tracks.
“Hi, Jotaro! I wanted to know if you’d like to come to the art club after school today?” Your voice was so nice to Jotaro, a change in pace from the annoyed bitches that he heard on a daily basis. The male raise an eyebrow at your question and you giggled at his expression.
Your giggle made a light dust of pink cross his cheeks as you continued chatting away and telling him about the club meeting.
“Yea sure. I don’t mind.”
You clapped your hands excitedly before smiling and waving goodbye to him, running off saying how you had to prepare and that you had so much to show him.
Jotaro could only watch your figure vanish before pulling his hat down over his face.
God why did he have to be him? He was known as a big scary guy on campus, he had a reputation that he didn’t want to attach to you. He knew how sweet you were and how many friends you had. They all tell her how horrible of a person he was and how you should stay away from him.
It hurt him honestly.
Because after a while, Jotaro didn’t just tolerate you, he found himself actually liking you. And as much as he hated to admit it.
It had turned into a crush.
Jotaro knew for sure you didn’t want to be with an asshole like him. He beat up people, constantly fought, had an insane posse of girls after him.
He just didn’t want to see anything happen to you because you wanted to be around him.
So he was both excited and concerned at you inviting him to the art club after school.
Maybe you were gonna tell him that you didn’t want to be his friends anymore, that he was too mean and weird for you to be even bothered with him anymore.
Jotaro sighed as he went to class, the only thing on his mind was you.
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“You’re not going to be at the art club today?”
“Nah, I have an assignment to catch up on.”
Jotaro sighed as he walked alongside Kakyoin, friend to you and him. Kakyoin was also in the art club, and it concerned Jotaro even more that he wasn’t gonna be there. He didn’t have anyone to awkwardly talk to when he couldn’t bring himself to come up with a conversation to have with you.
“Jotaro, it’ll be fine.”
“...if you say so..”
Jotaro then split off with his friend, walking to the art room by himself. His head was swirling with thoughts about you. He was worried about how this situation was gonna go.
He was coming up on the art room when he heard the sounds of a scuffle.
At first, he thought it was just some of the other students dicking around near the hall until he heard a familiar voice.
“Touch it again! TOUCH IT A-FUCKING-GAIN! I DARE YOU.”
Followed by the sound of punches being landed and a group of girls came running out of the art room, one with obvious bruises on her face. Jotaro watched as they walked by and took notice that some of them were his posse.
This only pulled him faster to the classroom only to find you. You were smiling like usual, standing infront of a canvas, but it was obvious that your knuckles were bruised and the classroom was a mess.
“Oh! Jotaro you’re here!”
He walked up to you and placed his bag down, you grabbed the canvas off the easel and held it behind your back. Once again, Jotaro raised his eyebrow at you. “What are you hiding?”
You look to the side before showing him what it was.
It was a realistic portrait of him sitting in his desk in your earlier class. He didn’t know when you had the time to draw it, nor how you got the picture to be able to draw it but Jotaro slowly grabbed the canvas from you.
He allowed his hand to caress yours, going over your knuckles with his fingers.
You noticed him looking and finally spoke up.
“Heh, they deserved it. They were talking about you like you were a piece of meat..” This caught Jotato off guard.
You fought them because of him?
“I guess that means we’re alike more than we thought Jojo…” You joked and he pulled his hat down to hide his blush once again. You took this opportunity to step up on your art stool and place a kiss on his cheek. Shocking the male and causing his eyes to widen.
“Wanna hang out at my place later? We can talk more about many fights over you, heh.”
Jotaro was still at a loss for words but simple gave a nod as an answer.
Guess you were a teenage dirtbag just like him.
#jotaro kujo#jotaro x reader#jotaro kujo x reader#jjba x reader#jojo no kimyō na bōken#jojos bizarre adventure#jjba#jjba fanfic#jjba fluff#jotaro kujo fluff#jjba jotaro#jotaro imagine
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