#kelly rains

[zoirohs]

SINGIN' IN THE RAIN (dir. Gene Kelly, Stanley Donen; 1952)

[celine-song]

Singin’ in the Rain (1952) dir. Stanley Donen, Gene Kelly

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[fuckyeahwomenfilmdirectors]

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[bimbo-baggins17]

Heavy as fuck on James rn so dads best friend!James hanging out with reader alone, she’s just turned 18 and he’s getting real handsy, asks her to give him a tour of her room because ‘surely you’ve changed it since when I saw it when you were little’ and he fucks her on her pile of stuffed animals with her knees to her chest and realllll rough!!!!

I am so so sleepy I apologize if this is unclear!! 😭

>:) I love your brain. Thank you. Hope you like it <3

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“So you got yourself a boyfriend yet, sweetheart? Surely a pretty thing like you’s got one?” James asks casually leaning beside you on the counter as you clean up.

You blush a little and shake your head. “No.”

James gives you a look as if he didn’t believe you. “Really? C’mon, no boys?”

You shake your head again, that blush growing deeper. “No none.”

He shakes his head and tuts. “That’s gotta be a crime. Bet your dad’s happy though.” He is too but he doesn’t say that.

You chuckle and nod, “Yeah he’s happy. Says he’s relieved he doesn’t have to beat them off with a stick.”

He lets out a laugh with you, nodding “Yeah I can see him saying something like that.”

You look over, stealing a glance at him, taking a note of the tattoos he has. You’d always thought your dad’s best friend was hot, but what could you do about it? James notices your eyes on him even if it’s just briefly.

“Should show me your room.” He suggests as if it’s completely normal and innocent.

You turn back to look at him, eyebrows pulled together. “Hm?”

“Your room. You should show me it. Surely you’ve changed it since I saw it when you were little.”

Normally you aren’t allowed to have boys in your room but he wasn’t a boy. He was a man and your dad’s best friend. Thats different right? You wipe your hands on the drying towel and shrug. It was an innocent enough excuse to naive you. Nodding your head you look back at him, “Yeah I can.”

“Atta girl.”

Something about his praise makes something stir inside of you. You push it down as you lead him upstairs and down the hall. Opening your bedroom door, you step in with him behind. His eyes travel briefly to your ass, seeing how your hips swayed in that little skirt. Fuck. He could feel a semi in his pants already.

The walls are still a light pink, boyband posters adorning the walls, little trinkets on your bookshelf and dresser, fairy lights wrapped around the posts of your bed and the pile of stuffed animals on top of it. He smiles to himself at how childlike it still despite your age. “Hasn’t changed much, kid.” He muses.

Your face heats up again.

“It’s not a bad thing.” He clarifies. Something about the innocence has him shifting on the spot to keep his boner hidden. He wanted to just say fuck it and pound into you. He decides to just say fuck it.

“Y’know it’s a real shame though. You not having a boyfriend,” he steps a little closer and you feel your heartbeat pick up. “Nobody to tell you how pretty you look, how good you feel.”

You look over at him, eyes wide, “James?”

He shakes his head stepping right up in front of you now, “Don’t act like that. I’ve seen how you look at me.”

“But-“

“Ah. No ‘buts’ little girl. I think your dad would much rather have someone he trusts, taking care of his baby. Don’t you?”

And that’s how you find yourself ontop of your pile of stuffed animals with James pounding into your tight little virgin pussy. Your shirt was abandoned onto the floor, tits bouncing with each hard thrust, your skirt pulled up and panties discarded. The sweat glistens on James’ hairy, tattooed chest, his cross pendant moving in tandem.

His hands find the backs of your knees and pushes them up into your chest, ignoring your pleas. He watches as you struggle to take him, eyes drifting down to where your cunt squeezes around him, barely letting him pull out enough to thrust into you.

“Such a greedy little girl. So tight..so warm..fuck..so wet f’me.”

“Jamie!” You mewl, eyes rolling back.

He grunts, “Shh shh..I got you..feels good yeah? Poor pussy’s been neglected, huh?”

You nod your head feebly.

His lips turn down into a frown, “Poor baby, I know. Uncle Jamie’s gotcha. Don’t worry.” He coos, roughly pounding his thick cock into your drooling cunt.

Your eyes widen feeling a new kind of pressure building. You try to warn him but he shakes his head. “You’re gonna cum sweetheart. Just let it go.”

Your pussy clamps down tightly around him, making it even harder for him to move. “Jesus fuck.” He groans. “Gonna make this pussy mine.” That’s all the wanting you get before he’s spilling his hot seed into you.

His hips stop as he hears the front door open. Your dad’s home. His eyes widen but he slowly starts to work his hips again. You squirm and open your mouth to protest but he clamps his hand down around it, shaking his head.

“James? Y/N?” Your dad calls from downstairs.

“We’re up here..was just helping her with some boy trouble.” James calls back, keeping his voice as steady as possible. “She’s coming though!” He grins back down at you, “Right?”

[gigifluidcat]

Me scrolling down Tumblr Trending Tags and suddenly simping for a Vintage actor that would probably call me the N word:

[artoflured]

It’s almost Singin’ day, so here’s a poster I made when I screened the picture for my school film club earlier this month!

[thevelvetgoldmine]

SINGIN' IN THE RAIN (1952) dir. Gene Kelly, Stanley Donen

[cinemuki]

Singin' in the Rain (1952) - dir. Stanley Donen, Gene Kelly

[captofthelaney]

SINGIN' IN THE RAIN (1952)

[justbusterkeaton]

The Cameraman (1928)

Singin’ In The Rain (1952)

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[enter-drfrog]

Every character Jeremy Jordan plays just becomes a silly little guy by virtue of the Jeremy Jordan Is A Silly Little Guy Principle. And the characters get sillier if he returns to the character

Jack Kelly - silly little guy with newspapers (silly guyified between OBC and proshot)

Clyde Barrow - silly guy with a gun (soooo much sillier of a guy in proshot vs OBC)

Dr Pomatter -silly little doctor guy

JM Barrie - silly goofy little guy with bonus trauma ending

Seymour Krelborn - the og silly little guy and Jeremy makes him the silliest

Jay Gatsby - a very silly little guy (the only role I’ve seen him in live and can confirm indeed very silly)

Winn Schott - very silly little guy

Hazbin Hotel - the absolute silliest little guy

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[bimbo-baggins17]

What do you feel about reader giving James kelly the best road head..

ANON WE’RE KISSING RN THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!

Perfect time to share one of the songs I always affiliate with James 🤭

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It would start innocent enough. You’d tagalong with him to go pick up some car parts or something a few towns over, a couple hour ride there and back, just to keep him company and spend more time with him.

“You really didn’t have to come along, princess.” James says, placing a hand affectionately on your thigh, glancing away from the road briefly.

You shrug your shoulders, placing a hand over his, “Yeah but I wanted to spend more time with you. Hope that’s okay.”

He gives your leg a little squeeze, “Of course. It’s more than okay. I just know you hate long car rides.”

“Anything for you, Jamie.”

He steals another glance at you, giving a small smile. How’d he get so lucky finding you?

But..maybe you should have stayed home. You can only look out the window or scroll on your phone for so long and you think James is getting a little bored of your music choices. Aux privileges for his pretty girl always.

“I’m bored Jamie.” You huff.

“There it is.” He muses. He knew you’d say that sooner or later. At least you were headed back home at this point. “That’s why I said you coulda stayed home sweetheart.”

You exhale loudly, letting the quiet hum of the music fill the car. Your eyes drift down to his tattooed hand and start to get ideas. Picking it up and gives you a small smile, expecting something sweet.

His eyes widen when you pop his pointer finger into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking it. Immediately he flicks his eyes over to you. “What’re you doing?” He asks trying to keep his voice even despite how his dick was already starting to harden in his jeans.

You shrug innocently, starting to slowly bob your head while suckling still.

“Fuck. It’s no fair baby. We got another 2 hours before we’re home.”

You release his finger with a ‘pop’. “So why wait?”

He looks away from the road again to gauge your facial expression. “Yeah?” He asks huskily, shifting in the driver’s seat.

You nod your head, “Yeah.”

He takes his hand back, adjusting once more in his seat. He nods once, undoing his belt with one hand and then beckons you over with two fingers.

You bite your lip, suppressing a huge grin. You unclasp your seatbelt and lean over the center console as you unbutton and unzip his jeans. Your hand slips into his boxers, wrapping around his shaft and he lets out a small groan as you pull it out for him, giving a few pumps.

You shift more in your seat and lower your head down. He moves his arm out of the way so you can, keeping his eyes on the road as best as he can.

He lets out a guttural moan as he feels your mouth wrapping around him. “Fuck baby.” He rasps.

You take him as far as you can, happily slobbering and sputtering on his length as your hand works what you can’t take.

“God-d…good girl..shit.” It feels so good, and hearing the sounds you make with him in your mouth? He’s struggling to keep his eyes open. His foot starts to push down a little harder on the pedal without realizing it.

You hum happily around his cock, the vibrations adding to the feeling for him and he moans louder.

He lets go of the steering wheel with one hand, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail and helps guide your head. He steals glances down at you happily slurping away on his dick. James is practically seeing stars, fighting to keep his eyes open and focused on the road.

“Baby..I’m not gonna last much longer..”

The warning spurs you on even more, bobbing your head with a newfound fervor.

His knuckles whiten as his grip on the steering wheel tightens. “Fuck..fuck fuck..” You force your head down further until you gag on his cock. A noise you’ve never heard from him before sounds before you’re feeling his hot cum hitting the back of your throat. You feel him fight to not buck his hips up for the sake of not crashing.

You work him through his orgasm before pulling off. Swallowing his seed before going back to clean off any bit that spilt back onto his dick. He whimpers feeling your tongue on his sensitive shaft.

“Fuck baby..” He breathes out, glancing over at your flushed expression and swollen lips once you’ve settled back into your seat. “ ‘m gonna have you tag along more often.”