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Wednesday Nights || Part Two
Pairing: Pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+, minors DNI 👁️, smutty smut, cursing, dirty talk, praise kink, oral(f + m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie
Word count: 3.2k
A/N: Here’s part two for all who asked! Please like, comment, and reblog!
part one
part three
part four
part five
You and Joel nibbled on your breakfast while you walked and talked to your apartment. You were somewhat surprised when he agreed, but he seemed to trust you well enough. Everything about him caught your attention. Even the way he walked turned you on. You were down bad.
As you entered your apartment building, he held the door open for you like the gentleman that he was.
As you waited for the elevator, a touchy-feely couple stood next to you. They were giggling and groping each other, totally devoid of the rest of the world. You and Joel shared a glance. Both of you had the same mischievous twinkle in your eyes. As if to say, they've got the right idea.
When the elevator doors opened, the four of you walked in. Being in an elevator with two strangers apparently wasn't enough to deter the couple from making out. At the very least, they had enough sense to press the button to their floor.
As soon as the doors closed, Joel wrapped his arms around your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder. You placed your free hand over his while the other played in his hair. You weren’t sure what to say, so you both said nothing. The familiarity flowed easily.
Besides, even if you wanted to say something, the couple was sucking each other's faces so loudly that you wouldn't even be able to hear each other.
Fortunately, the couple got off on the third floor. When the lovey-dovey pair exited the elevator, you realized you hadn't pressed the button for your floor. You pushed yourself away from Joel's grasp and moved over to the column of buttons, pressing floor ten.
As you returned your gaze to Joel, you felt yourself flush. He clearly expected you to walk back into his arms, but you didn't. You stayed exactly where you were. You were suddenly invaded by an overwhelming sense of shyness. Why did he make you so nervous?
"Don't go gettin' shy on me, darlin'," he teased, lingering at the back of the elevator.
“I’m not,” you uttered weakly. You definitely were. You were still somewhat in shock that this was the man giving you thigh shaking orgasms over the phone damn near the last six months. Since when did you acquire a steeping pile of luck?
“Then come here.”
You swallowed hard. You noticed a pinch in your throat from nerves and shyness, but you took a step toward Joel anyway.
You took two more steps, stopping directly in front of him, and gazed into his mischievous chestnut-brown eyes. He cupped your face in his hands and slowly leaned forward, giving you the opportunity to pull away. He glanced at your lips, coming closer. You sighed deeply and closed the distance, crashing your lips against his in a long-overdue, brutal kiss.
Your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you back, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. Under his mustache, his lips were smooth and supple. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning softly as he deepened the kiss, licking into your mouth. His lips tasted of the rich coffee and savory croissant bread you had just shared for breakfast.
You broke the kiss, both of you panting against each other’s lips. Gently, he gripped your shoulders and turned you around to face the elevator doors, his hand wrapping around your midsection as he sucked a tantalizing bruise into your neck.
"Joel," you moaned, reaching behind you and him to pull him closer and tilting your head to give him better access.
“Mmhmm,” he grunted softly, “Joel has a much better ring to it than Jay, huh?”
His husky voice, just below your ear, sent heat through every inch of your body. Your clit throbbed and your nipples hardened. You desired him carnally. As his large hands roamed your body, the intense hunger you had for him made it almost impossible for you to simply string together an acceptable sentence.
“Yes," you said, letting out a short sigh of amusement. Jay wasn't much different from Joel, but it was still delightful to be able to moan his real name.
The elevator chirped, signaling that you had arrived on the tenth floor. You both cracked a smile, and you grabbed his hand, leading him off the elevator and down the hall to your apartment door.
You let go of his hand in order to reach inside your purse and pull out your keys. You both walked inside after you unlocked the door. You shut and locked the door, hanging your purse up on the shelf, before entering the living area.
“We should talk,” you said, swallowing around the lump in your throat.
“We should,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Or…I can fuck you for real this time then we can talk after,” he suggested bluntly.
You swallowed again, taken aback by the bluntness of his words. Still, his words yanked at the neglected coil that rested deep inside your belly.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” you agreed, sauntering down the hall and into your bedroom. Joel was hot on your heels, discarding his shirt, tossing it somewhere on the hallway floor before crossing into your room behind you.
You pulled your shirt and bra over your head, tossing them at Joel before bending down to remove your pants. He chuckled at your antics, bending down to help you lower your panties before setting you down on your bed, hand splayed in the very middle of your breasts, to lay you down onto the bed.
"Spread your legs all the way for me, Y/N." Joel urged resting between your legs. You scooched up the bed a little to give him more space before spreading your legs wider.
"Mmm," he hummed, licking his lips as he eyed your wet pussy. "Already so wet for me, baby." A nervous chill ran down your spine in tense anticipation. For him, you were on display, and there was nowhere to hide.
Joel shifted forward and blew against your clit, causing you to suppress a choked moan at the back of your throat and clutch the sheets on either side of you.
God, he was such a fucking tease , you thought. No different from your phone calls.
Slowly and confidently he finally closed his lips around your clit. You jerked against him, startled by the intensity of the sensation. No one had touched you like this in a long time, and those who did couldn't hold a candle to Joel. His breath was hot against your pussy just before his tongue teased open your folds with strong flicks.
To ground yourself, you ran your fingers through his hair. He spread your lips with his fingers, driving his tongue inside you, shaking his head from left to right, slurping up your wetness. You squirmed, crying out.
“Joel,” you whimpered, fingers tightening in his brown tresses as your head writhed against the pillows. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum if you keep doin’ that.” He plunged two fingers inside you effortlessly and began sucking harder on your clit until you came in his mouth.
“Give it to me.” he said, continuing his adroit ministrations. You shuddered, pulsating around his thick fingers. Him talking you through it sounded even better in person than over the phone. He was driving you completely fucking mad .
“You taste so good,” he praised, still swirling his hot tongue against your quivering pussy, sending vibrations through you and making you jerk even harder, “Don’t stop cummin’ for me.”
“Joel, please baby,” you begged weakly as he continued tonguing your sensitive clit.
“Hold my hand, darlin’,” he mumbled, looking up briefly to grasp your hand in his. “I’m not done yet.” He announced before putting his head back down to lap at your soaking folds.
If you weren’t so intoxicated with desire, you’d be mortified by the pathetic whine that just escaped your lips. You were overwhelmed. You couldn't decide what to focus on — your quickening breaths, his comforting hand wrapped around yours, your trembling thighs, his talented tongue, or the delighted moans Joel made as he ate you out for his pleasure.
You decided to zero in on his expert tongue. His tongue formed a pattern you weren't familiar with yet. You could’ve sworn he just traced the letters J and O onto your clit with his tongue.
Was he spelling his fucking name?
“Are you — are you spelling y-your name?” You asked weakly, mind already blown.
“Mmhmm,” he admitted, laughing softly. The vibrations made you shiver and you were cumming yet again, all kinds of obscene noises fell past your lips.
You finally pushed his head away and motioned for him to switch spots. It was your turn to have your mouth on him . You sat up on your knees as you watched him settle where you were just a moment ago.
You straddled his legs, unbuckling his belt, and yanked his pants and boxers down all in one swift motion. Your eagerness must have unlocked some unknown strength. Your mouth watered with hunger the moment his cock sprung free. It did look like the toy you purchased earlier. But Joel was correct. The tip of his dick was considerably thicker than the silicone toy.
“Don’t hurt me now,” Joel teased, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he peered down at you, reaching for his erection.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you retorted, smirking up at him.
You licked long, wet stripes along the sides of his shaft before taking the crown of his cock between your soft, luscious lips. "Shit," he cursed, groaning low as the heat of your mouth engulfed him.
You swirled your tongue around the tip before taking him deeper into your mouth, diligently bobbing your head up and down, savoring the tender grunts escaping his lips. Joel cupped the back of your head, guiding you further onto his cock. “You look so pretty with all that cock in your mouth.”
A warmth rushed through your chest at the praise. You moaned as you gazed up at Joel through your eyelashes. Your eyes watered as you hollowed your cheeks, taking him in as deeply as you could, gagging a little as the tip of his cock slipped down the back of your throat.
"Shit!" he growled loudly. "Smack it around on your tongue a bit," he demanded, his grasp on the back of your head relaxing. You did as you were told, letting it slide out of your mouth before tapping it against your warm tongue and stroking it with your left hand while the other fondled his balls.
“Get up here and ride me," Joel said, motioning for you to take your place on his lap. You stroked him twice before shifting up his body and settling in his lap, your dripping entrance hovering over his saliva-slicked erection. You grasped his cock, hastily lined it with your entrance, and slowly eased down on it, both cursing as he bottomed out.
You started out with a smooth bounce, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you gazed down into his lust-filled pupils.
He licked his bottom lip. "You look so sexy taking my cock," he praised, reaching up to cup your breast in his hand, grunting loudly as he watched his cock slide in and out of your tight pussy. His encouraging words served to further boost your confidence; so you placed your hands on his chest, whirled your hips, and bounced a bit more enthusiastically. The way he was stretching you out hurt so good.
There was so much lust in Joel's eyes that it nearly gave him the appearance of intoxication. He took his thumb partly in his mouth and licked it before bringing it down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing swiftly. “Come on," he encouraged, rubbing harder. “I wanna see you cum on my cock.”
Your entire body began to tingle as the coil deep inside your belly began to unravel. You were so tongue-tied that you were unable to tell him that you were cumming, but you could tell by the all-knowing grin he sported that he could feel it.
As if he could read your mind, he said, "Yeah, I can feel it." He chuckled at the blissed-out face you made as you cried out, wetness flowing from you down his cock as you came hard. "Good girl."
Every nerve in your body felt as if it were being pinched, but in a manner that was pleasant. You wondered if it was possible to cum so hard that you'd end up transported to another universe.
"Joel," you whimpered as he continued to rub you through your orgasm. After a moment, he finally shifted his hand, moving up to grasp your neck and pull you down, pressing his lips to yours, swallowing your moans as he kissed you, and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.
"I want to bounce on your cock some more," you whispered against his lips. He beamed up at you, and you couldn't help but return the smile. "Well, I ain’t stoppin’ you," he said, kissing you once more before you moved again. You turned around slowly, careful not to let his cock slip out. Once he had a good view of your ass, you placed the soles of your feet on the mattress and squatted bouncing on him as hard and fast as you could.
"Oh fuuuck ," he gasped, astonished that you twisted around without his cock slipping out and taken aback by the harsh rhythm you set. He had made you cum three times already. Now it was your turn to make him cum. It was the least you could do. In this moment, riding him like your life depended on it was an understatement. You ground down, causing him to dig deeper into your core. He hissed in pleasure. “Goddamn.”
“Keep grindin’ on me like that and I’ll cum,” Joel grunted, smacking both your asscheeks. “You want that, don’t you?”
“ Yesss . You feel so good inside me, Joel.” you praised, looking down at him over your shoulder. He looked sexy underneath you. As if that’s where he belonged. A small voice in the back of your head hoped for this to happen again and again, just like the Wednesday nights you shared.
Joel put his feet on the mattress and lifted his hips, knocking you off balance, but he caught you by the waist and jackhammered up into you.
“Fuuuck! You’re. Takin’. My. Cock. So. Fuckin'. Good—" Joel gritted his teeth with each vicious snap of his hips; his cock pulsed inside you, and you clenched around him as tight as you could.
“I’m cummin’ darlin,” Joel warned, panting harsher with his erratic thrusts.
He grasped your bouncing tits. “Where do you want it?”
“Stay right wh-where you are,” you moaned, bringing a finger down onto your swollen clit, rubbing yourself fast and hard in tight circles.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Joel moaned in response, his large hands loosening the hold on your bouncing tits to grip at your waist as his hips smacked against your asscheeks, pounding into you even harder, chasing his release. “I’m cummin, baby.”
Joel let out a loud, guttural moan as he shot hot white ropes of cum into you, whimpering softly as you rocked down, milking him of everything he had.
He pulled you back and down against his chest before turning you both over and cuddling you from the back. You craned your neck to steal a glance at him, and he covered your mouth with his, pulling you into a ravenous kiss. His hands roamed all over your sweat-glistening body as he pulled you even closer to his chest. You deepened the kiss, moaning as his tongue danced against yours.
“Shit,” Joel cursed, breaking the kiss as he glanced at the digital that sat on top of your dresser and shot off the bed to get dressed.
Your heart panged in disappointment. Of course he was leaving, you thought. You made quick to slip your panties and shirt back on before sinking back onto the bed.
This was too good to be true.
Foolish of you to think anything different.
Joel looked back at you as he pulled up his jeans, jumping slightly to get them properly on his hips. His eyes widened in concern once he saw the raw look of pain on your face, fighting back the urge to palm his forehead.
“Hey—no," he started, "I promise I’m not an asshole." He grabbed your hands in his. "It's just—I have to drop my daughter off to soccer practice at 11."
You raised an eyebrow at him, that sinking feeling in your chest easing as you learned the truth. “You’re a dad?”
He chuckled softly at your incredulous tone. "Yes, I am," he said, sitting down beside you on the bed as he slipped into his white socks and brown work boots. "Does that bother you?"
"Of course not." You shook your head, scooting closer to him. "It'll take more than a kid to keep me away from you, Joel," you acknowledged.
His brow furrowed in a delighted smirk. After he finished tying his shoes, he sat up and faced you. To your amusement, he reached out and pulled you onto his lap.
"I'd like to come back after I drop her off, if that's alright with you." He uttered this as he wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you forward to land a delicate kiss between your eyes.
"Yes, I'd like that." You agreed, nodding your head and placing a kiss between his eyes as soon as he drew back.
"Good. ‘Cause I don’t know about you, but Wednesday nights just ain’t gonna cut it for me anymore." He admitted it, drawing you in for a tight hug. You sighed softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his cool, sweat-slicked skin.
The two of you laughed and squeezed each other more closely as you said, "You took the words right out of my mouth, cowboy…"
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Freaky Redheads
synopsis: interactions between you and fred hechinger at a red carpet event for gladiator ii.
wc: 2.5k+
rpf!!! don't like, don't read!!!
a/n: i love that soft, sweet, adorable man with all of my heart. my inspiration is how fred talks about sherry. the monkey. i'm down bad bro.
italics are supposed to be comments under tiktok clips of these interviews. i definitely have more in mind for these two, but we'll see how this goes. feedback is writer's fuel!
cross posted on AO3
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The flashing cameras and yelling reporters have started to become the new normal, which was so not normal for you. You couldn't believe how far you'd come.
Granted, your role in the movie was definitely more in the supporting cast territory, but you couldn't deny how massive the production was. But even as a supporting actress, you still had quite a bit of screen time as the unnamed favorite concubine to Emperor Caracalla.
The fans who knew you called out your name from behind the velvet ropes and you smiled and waved as you walked by.
"y/n! y/n! Over here!" A reporter called out. You nodded and smiled as you approached, indicating your acceptance of the carpet-side interview. Your agent had warned you that not every journalist might want to speak with you and that you should accept any interview you came by. Thankfully, as the start of your night would show, that wasn't the case.
"Hello!" You beamed, coming to a stop in front of the camera. The reporter greeted you back and handed you a microphone glued to a mini Romanesque column. "Oh, wow. I love the microphone!"
"Thank you," She smiled. With a quick glance at her blouse, you saw a name tag that said 'MTV UK: Claire'. "It was my idea, actually."
"Incredibly creative! They should give you a raise, Claire."
"If you wouldn't mind saying that directly into the camera..." Claire trailed off with a chuckle and a mischievous glint to her eye.
You shot the camera as serious a look as you could muster. "MTV, if you do not give this woman a raise, I will riot in the streets."
"Alright alright, enough of that." Claire laughed out loud with a few shakes of her head. "You look absolutely stunning!"
"Oh, this old thing?" You smiled bashfully, grabbing at your skirt to twirl it around. The styling department had made sure that all the gowns worn during press had some Roman inspiration behind them. The piece you were wearing was off white in color, representing your character's position in society. Even with your character in mind, your dress was still breathtaking. The gown was composed of yards and yards of fabric, giving it this dreamy, flowy silhouette. The neckline was so beautiful, in the cowl style and draped ever so slightly off your shoulders. To say that you loved it would be an understatement. "Thank you very much, you look amazing yourself."
"But you are on a different level!" Claire gasped, no doubt to return the topic to you. Just like you were media trained, the reporters were too. "What was the thought process behind your look tonight?"
Your eyes lit up as this was something you had wanted to talk about. "Well, the styling department and I actually workshopped this look together. Of course we wanted it to be glamorous, this is the red carpet after all. But we also wanted to show the character through the outfits, you know?" She nodded along.
"Right, your character was quite impactful even with the few lines you had." Claire added, and you smiled in thanks.
"Yeah, thank you." You felt your face heat up at the compliment. "We wanted to still be true to her, under all the glitz and glamour. So that's why we went with the understated color, to not only show her position in society but also her demeanor throughout the film."
"But your jewellery is anything but understated." She laughed.
"Yeah, I couldn't help myself." You laughed with her.
"Give us a quick tour."
You were almost dripping in gold, from your head to your toes. "We've got the hair piece." You brought a hand up to show the gold pins connected with chains littering your up-do. "Earrings upon earrings, all hoops." You pulled a strand back to show off your right ear clearly. Some were clip on earrings as you didn't have quite enough piercings to get them all. "The necklaces, of course. Some bracelets, some rings. But I think this cuff on my upper arm is my favorite."
"And these are all borrowed pieces from different brands?"
"Most of them are, yes." You confirmed with a nod. "But some are from my private collection. And some I might steal." You joked, getting a laugh out of Claire.
"Well, you really knocked it out of the park." Claire smiled, a tone of finality in her voice that showed you the interview was coming to a close. "And before we let you go, we've got one question we're asking everyone tonight. I think we can all agree that the cast of this movie is full of beautiful men." You giggled, a bit surprised at the turn in topic. "But people on the internet have separated them into two categories."
"Oh, have they now?" You asked, unaware of what she was talking about.
"Yes, they have. Gen Z has divided them into the brooding brunets and the freaky redheads." She explained, pulling up two little hand held signs. One with Paul Mescal and Pedro Pascal, the brooding brunets, and the other with Joseph Quinn and Fred Hechinger, the freaky redheads.
You couldn't contain the surprised laugh that escaped you at the sight of their little printed faces. "Oh my goodness!"
"So, as the resident Gen Z-er on the cast, who is your pick?"
"Well, I wouldn't say I'm the only representation of Gen Z here." You mused as you grabbed both the signs from Claire. You lifted up the 'freaky redheads' sign and pointed to Fred. "My friend is right there with me in the Gen Z territory."
"Alright, as the representation of Gen Z women, which team is more your style?" Claire asked as you studied the signs. "People are saying they went into the movie for the brunets and came out converted to team redheads."
"That's actually really funny," You chuckled as you looked down at both signs. "This is hard." You mumbled. A small smirk found itself on your lips as you thought of Fred seeing this clip later. Someone no doubt showing it to him, as he wouldn't find it on his own. "I feel like- yeah." You nodded with determination. "I'm gonna have to go with Fred- I'm going with team freaky redheads." You nodded. "I think it would be treacherous otherwise."
"Good choice. You'd break Emperor Caracalla's heart."
"And then he'd have my head." You laughed, stepping back. "Thank you for your great questions."
"Thank you for your time." Claire waved as you walked away. "We're gonna have a tally going throughout the night, and we'll see who wins. Team brooding brunets, or team freaky redheads." You heard her say to the camera as you moved further down the carpet.
'She looks so pretty!!'
'i love the thought process behind the outfit, you can tell she really loved her character'
'the reporter asked y/n if she prefers lucius and acacius or geta and caracalla and this girl really said FRED 💀'
'i love seeing new faces in hollywood, give young new actors a chance!!' ↳ 'right?? im so sick of them recycling the same actors for every big budget movie'
'she mentioned fred, not caracalla, twice, unprompted. i see you, y/n. you're just like us.' ↳ 'have you seen his interviews? he's literally the cutest i cant blame her 🥺'
A few steps down, another reporter flagged you down. This time, the questions were more centered around the acting itself.
"And was it difficult? In a previous interview, you've said that your character's growth was significant, but she had almost no lines in the movie."
"Yeah, I think in the final cut she only has... three lines?" You winced, looking upwards as you tried to recall what was and wasn't cut. "Though I'm not sure."
"So there were scenes where she could've said more?"
"Oh yeah, for sure! There was a lot of experimentation with my character throughout filming. Ridley's a genius and he was kind enough to truly take in my suggestions. There were times where I felt like she would actually stay quiet during a scene, whereas other times I felt like she would speak up. But yeah," You breathed in and furrowed your brows in thought as you tried to focus your answer back to the original question. "It was definitely a challenge. I had to really work on my micro-expressions. Lots of research, lots of practice. And lots of trust, too. With a character like mine, I really relied on Fr- on my fellow actors in those scenes. So yeah, definitely challenging. But who doesn’t love a good challenge?"
"And did you take any inspiration from other people's work? Any source material that helped you out as you built your character?"
"Of course!" You smiled, a hint of humor in your tone as you thought of your response. "Yeah, I did. Actually, one of the biggest inspirations for my role, believe it or not, was Ferb. From 'Phineas and Ferb'."
"The- The children's show?" The interviewer questioned with a grin.
"Yeah, Ridley thought it was brilliant!" You laughed. "We watched compilations of Ferb scenes on youtube together. And I know that Fred- Fred Hechinger, who plays Emperor Caracalla-, he also brought up Sid Vicious with Ridley, as well as other sources like that. Sir Ridley Scott has great taste, there's no denying that."
'ferb as inspiration for a movie like this,,, gen z in the film industry really are the gift that keeps on giving'
'im just imagining y/n and ridley scott curled up on the couch watching phineas and ferb reruns. that man is 86 years old. this is brilliant.'
'bro didn't even have to say anything and y/n still brought up fred 💀'
'the gen z cast members making ridley scott watch cartoons is sending me'
'not her pretending she didn't mean to say fred when she talked about trust, we all heard you y/n'
Unbeknownst to you, Fred's interviews were going much like yours, only a few feet behind you on the carpet.
"You look amazing today!" Claire, the same reporter you spoke to, told Fred during his first interview on the carpet.
"Thank you, thank you." He replied bashfully as he tried to subtly look around for you, but he couldn't see you just yet. "Everyone looks so great, everyone."
She asked him a few questions and then came time for her ending segment.
"Alright, to close off, we've got a little game here."
"A game?" Fred smiled with raised brows. "I love games." He said softly, not realizing that the microphone would pick it up.
"Yes, a quick one. You just have to choose between team brooding brunets and team freaky redheads. We've asking everyone to join."
"Woah!" Fred exclaimed as he received the signs. "That's me." He pointed out his own face in the picture of him and Joseph. "What are we basing our choice on here?"
"Well, the internet is battling on who is more attractive."
"Oh my god." Fred chortled, not expecting that answer. "Who's played the game?" He asked, still examining the hand held signs.
"As of now, we've spoken to Joseph Quinn, Connie Nielsen, and y/n l/n." Claire recounted.
Fred's eyes lit up and his cheeks reddened at the mention of your name. "And what's the- what's the consensus so far?"
"It's two to one. Can you guess who's in the lead?" Claire asked.
"Let me think... Well, Joseph -my brother-, he definitely voted for us." He pondered aloud as he counted the votes off on his fingers. "Connie... I think Connie went for team brunets. I mean, it's her husband. She's gotta." He grinned when it came to you. "y/n chose me, right? We're in the lead?"
"Yeah, you're right on all counts! You really know your cast members." Claire laughed. "y/n didn't want to anger Emperor Caracalla."
"Oh, she couldn't. I’ve got too much of a soft spot for her." Fred shook his head emphatically.
"So, are you keeping team redheads in the lead? Or will you give us a tie?"
"No, I'm going team redheads!" Fred exclaimed. "I'm not helping out my competition, no way!"
'this man has bewitched me with his beautiful eyes and calming demeanor'
'he always calls joe his brother im CRYINGGG'
'did you see his face when they mention y/n, this man can't hide his crush for the life of him 🥺' ↳ 'neither can she lol'
'what do yall know about fred hechinger 🗣️🗣️🗣️'
'fred immediately knowing that y/n chose him, kill me right now.' ↳ 'mind you the choice was caracalla. she still said 'fred' and he said 'me'. can they be more obvious?'
'the way this man said 'i love games' protect him at all costs'
‘he said ‘i’ve got a soft spot for her’ is this the year of men yearning?’ ↳ ‘it’s just the paul mescal effect’
It was during his next interview that he saw you. He was talking about his experience building the character of Emperor Caracalla with Sir Ridley Scott as well as Joseph Quinn when he finally caught sight of you. You had spent a bit longer with a specific reporter down the carpet, causing Fred to catch up to you.
“Of course, y/n was a great help as well.” He smiled, reaching over to brush against your elbow to catch your attention. At the perfect time, too, because you had just finished talking to the reporter in front of you.
“Oh, Fred!” You beamed, coming over to give him a hug.
“Look at you.” Fred spoke against your shoulder. He pulled away from the hug and brought you into his side in front of the camera, almost like he was showing you off. “Look at her, isn’t she stunning.”
“Stop it,” you rolled your eyes as you tried your best not to show how his compliment affected you. “I’m sorry for interrupting, I just had to say hello.”
“No worries,” the reporter reassured you. “Fred was actually saying how you helped with the building of his character.”
“Yeah, we worked really closely during pre-production actually.” You nodded, acutely aware of Fred’s hands on you. He had one hand casually tucked into his pocket while his other arm draped across your waist, his hand resting against your hip. “My character was almost like Caracalla’s sidekick, so the motives for all her actions are really based around him.”
“I’d argue that she was more of a mirror, actually.” You turned to look at Fred, never passing up an opportunity to hear his view on these things. “She’s the complete opposite of Caracalla, but in a way she represents who he truly is under all the pressure of being in Geta’s shadow.”
“And under all the syphilis, of course.” You added, causing Fred to giggle.
“Yeah, and under the syphilis.”
‘he seems like such a sweet guy 🥺’
‘did you see his face when he saw her??? 😫😫😫 theyre in love, your honor’
‘him showing her off like that is peak soft boyfriend behavior’
‘they just called me single in seven different languages’
‘his laugh is actually so cute, who is this man and why am i in love with him? 😍’ ↳ 'get in line' ↳'behind y/n, you mean?'
‘the way he’s touching her???? im just gonna go take a nap in front of an oncoming train’
‘im calling it, new hollywood it couple’
‘look at how he looks at her!!! may this love find me 🙏’
#fred hechinger#fred hechinger x reader#emperor caracalla#fred hechinger gladiator#gladiator ii#rpf#fred hechinger x you#emperor caracalla x reader#this fic didn't fit the vibe of my other blogs#and this blog is barren#just one rpf fic#so i guess it works here#might change the aesthetic tho#another day#thoughts comments concerns?#please feel free to share#this has been the plot for all my mal-adaptive daydreaming as of late#so i genuinely have a whole life written for these two#as well as a rewrite of the gladiator script to include y/n's character#havent been this in love with an actor in yeeeeeaaaarsss#wrote this in like 2 hours and am hitting post no lie#i usually ruminate on stuff like this for a while but i just love this man so much#anyways#if youve read all these tags send me a blueberry emoji in my ask box#paul mescal#joseph quinn#pedro pascal#connie nielsen#ridley scott#sir ridley scott
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Hey, so I'm not gonna answer this question with your username out, because I don't want you getting dogpiled.
But I feel the need to address this because it comes up now and then.
First of all: Thank you for liking my comic and wanting it to come faster! I'm psyched to hear that you like it that much.
And while I fully understand the feeling of "why can't the thing I want just HAPPEN", this is... unfortunately... not a very kind thing to send to an artist. Or a writer. Or any creator.
Not the way it's worded, anyway.
So, let's discuss:
Why can't the comic be weekly again?
Well, if you can understand why THIS is irrational:
Then you can understand why the comic can't be weekly just because you REALLY REALLY want it to be.
Resources like money and time aren't just something that drops into my hands. I'm an adult. I work. I have a life outside of this. I have a dog! I get up at 6am to walk her. I drive to work an hour each way. I try to help my spouse out around the house.
And I daresay, even though I once posted weekly, the quality and length of my comics has gone up quite a bit and it now requires twice the amount of time to make them without burning out.
Look, to make it 100% clear, when I'm pushing the comics to be two weeks apart, this is NOT what is happening:
This magical contraption does not exist. It's not effortless, it's not immediate.
It takes me the full two weeks, if not more, to create these comics.
Yes, they're spaced out quite far apart, but that's how far apart they gotta be in order for me to be able to bring them to you.
And yes, I know the comic is already made. But I am making them at a pace of two per month on Patreon, and just because I post them faster doesn't mean I'll make them faster!
Basically your options are:
Regular updates that are two weeks apart
Semi-regular updates that are sometimes less than two weeks apart, but with multiple month-long hiatuses between them.
I've chosen regular updates. For me AND for you guys.
And man, there are MANY better ways to tell an artist or a creator you love "hey, I can't wait to see more of your content!".
For example:
"Hey, I can't wait to see more of your content!"
You can also try:
"I look forward to every update!"
and
"Every time you put out a new comic, I'm eager to read what comes next!"
It'll go a long way, I promise!
#chekhov answers#please don't be rude in the comments#this is clearly just a kiddo#but also please don't act like a kid tugging on our pantleg at a grocery store#And maybe#I don't know#thank the people in your life that work hard to share their time and resources with you#Try to be aware that they're doing something that takes effort#for your sake
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Due to a lot of feedback on the nature of this blog, and how the meme format can come across as insensitive and shameless, I'm considering switching to a news only post format, without the use of the destiel meme. I greatly enjoy sharing information about current events, and would like to continue doing so in some way.
So I am making this poll to ask everyone their opinion on the way I do things, and for suggestions to improve my content.
#not news#feel free to make suggestions in the comments or just yell at me anonymously#i really do enjoy reading about what's happening in the world and sharing that information with others#i mainly used the meme format to force people to read the headlines#but i don't want to make rage bait or anything like that. i honestly want to help inform people#in a time when misinformation across social media is at an all time high#so please! vote! tell me what you think! if i do reform the blog i'll still keep up all my destiel meme posts of course#and i may make a throwback destiel meme every now and then#so let me know!#probably shoulda made this just a 24 hour poll in hindsight but oh well. i'll keep news posting until the results are in and go from there
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part 1 of a little comic / art sequence that i've been working on! :D it's part tribute, part experimenting with brushes n colors and trying new thingz :]
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and thus continues my endless quest of spreading the carrot fics like a plague! if you've seen my art floating around you probs already figured that this au holds a very special place in my heart, forever and always!!
if you haven't heard of it, it's a fic series by @crowned-ladybug called carrot soup!! it made me wish i could speak colors and i need more people to share my struggle xd
go check it out if you're into sweet voice lore and qpr level gayness and just wanna feel warm and soft and warm (hurt/comfort my beloved) <333 there are some heavier themes cos everyone's traumatized but they're working through it! be sure to check the tags and stay safe! <3
#hlvrai#half life vr but the ai is self aware#frenrey#carrots au#<- gotta remember to tag the other ones as well#yippie im so excited to finally start sharing these with people!!!#there will be at least 5 parts in total maybe more idk#i just wanted to illustrate this little snippet of the first fic#maybe i'll draw more of these if i get another vision#i am still trying to work on the animatic so that would probs include most of my visions anyway#i think im gonna post a wip sometime soon just in case i lose interest#also i crave validation and reading people's tags and comments makes me so so so happy!!!><#btw it kinda feels nice posting something like. after a while#cos it's been quite a bit since i finished this first.. part? page? thingy#and it's nice to finally stay out of the whole instant gratification thing#please do still go crazy in the tags tho? if u want?#mkay enough rambling for today i've got things to do#like be cozy n read fanfics n drink water n stuff yk?#all the important thingz#and who knows maybe i'll even make some progress on.. whatever it is that piques my interest today#bye for now!!! take care and have a very orange day <3#art tag or whatever
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this might be mean but. it really ticks me off when people respond to authors and artists wishing for actual community and engagement with their works by saying "oh but you see im just so anxious i cannot offer you any kind words." with the optional "but do please keep making things for me anyway!" because like...
a) do you understand how anxiety-inducing it can be to pour a little piece of your soul into a work of art and share it publicly? i feel like you don't see the people creating these things as people like you and that is an issue. we are people who just really love a thing and want to talk about it with other people who also love that thing.
but moreover, and this is the part that might be mean, b) damn why doesn't your anxiety prevent you from making excuses to us then? i wish it did! like if you're SO anxious about a fic author blocking you for saying something nice, why are you not anxious about getting blocked for telling that author "okay but i don't want to comment on your works though"??? because i can tell you which of these two things is way more likely to piss me off and it isn't the comment.
like. idk man. if you really don't want to comment on and engage with people's creative works, no one can force you to. but also consider maybe not commenting on and engaging with those people's posts just to explain that you don't want to comment on/engage with their works. if you are so committed to staying quiet and being a passive consumer then commit to the bit and stop asking creative people who put way more of themselves out there than you are to pat you on the back and reassure you that you'll still keep getting free content even if you can't do so much as drop a "this was really good!" in the comments.
#rimi talks#like. maybe its just me but i just do not care about passive consumers#someone can love my fic more than anything in the world and reread it every single day for a week and i literally would not care#if they don't talk to me! because i have no way of knowing. they are not real to me.#like functionally someone doing that is NO different than 7 different people opening the tab and going ''i hate this nvm'' 2 sentences in.#and the people who go ''ohh but im sooo anxious i cant comment (but i can fsr tell you about how anxious i am about commenting'' are so.#newsflash i have anxiety too and i just shared 30000 words so forgive me if i kind of don't give a shit#it's just like. if you're not going to comment then don't. but don't ask me to reassure you or give you a medal for it!#sometimes the politest thing to do is simply shut the fuck up <3#like there's a time and place for talking about how you're anxious or burnt out or exhausted#and it's simply NOT when people are shouting into the void about wanting a sense of community bc they feel taken for granted.#that is not the time or place. please learn a sense of shame if manners are beyond you.
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im just imagining nandermo in a very enclosed space like for some reason they gotta be chest to chest pushed up against a wall and its awkward for a moment but then nandors eyes are just boring into guillermos and guillermo has that uncertain but unwavering stare too, and is this what is gonna take for them to kiss?
#at this point im just running all scenarios in my mind and spilling all my thoughts about them into the ether#i swear i am not fine#they kiss nandor blurts out i love you please dont ever leave me please dont die#and they share their feelings while kissing and bang against that very wall while telling the other how much they mean to them#nandor expecially is a flood of YOURE SO AMAZING GUILLERMO I LOVE YOU PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE#im going INSANE over them hahahaha#guillermo is too stunned and enjoying the physical sensation to be so close to nandor and to see nandor be so vulnerable#nandermo#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#atp im just saying whatever insane shit is passing through my head at any given moment. but thats what tumblr is for basically you will#forgive me about it. i just am a very physical person and i think a physical moment is always very good to unfuck a totally fucked dynamic#like talking of course would be preferrable but these two have so much shit under the bridge#that theyre sort of stuck in this ‘the love is requited they are just idiots’ cycle#annnnyway#bye#some messy liveblog tag#comment#*
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some doodles for a skyward sword zelink modern au concept ^_^ the details of which are only known to me and 4 other people probably 👍
credit to @linkvcr for their uns + their fits and for going crazy with me over them always hehe
#demonkingsblade666 said: your boyfriend is ugly af (Comment deleted by moderator: SwordThatSealsTheDarkness)#zelda is probably also official.zelda on other platforms. something like that. i think she has a million followers on everything#zelink#skyward sword#loz#link#zelda#princess zelda#loz au#ss link#ss zelda#sorry if this looks a lil messy ive been testing brushes out + deliberately trying to make sure i dont go overkill on anything LOL#at least not for a lil while. i am also doodling stuff thats too spicy to share on here or maybe not till i can do a bigger art dump#so ummm yeagh please bear with me ^_^ love you and everyone ever
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♡ handwriting analysis: alex turner and miles kane ♡
as promised, here is the analysis my wonderful friend (who used to work as a professional handwriting analyst) did of miles and alex's handwriting! a couple of important points to read before you dive in:
my friend analysed these blind - to avoid bias, she always makes a point of never knowing whose handwriting it is she's looking at, so she had no idea that these samples were from alex and miles while analysing them (not that it'd have made much difference if she had, she can't even name one am song lol)
she stressed that her analysis should NOT be taken as fact - it's just one person's interpretation of the material, and handwriting analysis is ultimately always subjective
the two analyses below are based on notes i took while she was talking and is pretty much verbatim - none of the wording is my own and i have changed as little as possible in typing it up
she noted that it was harder to provide a full and accurate analysis just working with photos of handwriting, as you can't see things like pressure on the page etc. she also stressed that context is significant when it comes to interpreting someone's writing, and it's important to bear in mind that how someone writes in one context, e.g. signing autographs or writing something for the general public could show quite different characteristics to how someone writes in another context, e.g. personal letters to someone they're close to. in an ideal world she'd have access to samples from a different range of contexts to provide the most detailed and accurate analysis. in other words, this analysis is quite rough
alex's handwriting:
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(samples taken from roughly 2011 - 2018)
block capitals suggest this is someone who don't want to show themselves, makes it hard for people to reach them
someone interested in thoughts and ideas, would engage with these in a way that's intelligent and very original
a lot of emotional and social inconsistency, suggests someone pulled in different directions. they might show very different sides of themselves with different people and probably have complex and/or conflicted feelings about identity
very creative, someone who'd make interesting and unusual connections about the world around them
highly intuitive but also lacking harmony from an emotional perspective. lots of internal emotional conflict and changeability
someone who fluctuates a lot socially as well as emotionally - might go from being quite sociable to withdrawing completely. ultimately struggles to reach out socially and holds back a lot, but there might be certain situations or people they feel particularly at ease with where this is different
really hard to read, don't give much of themselves away
thoughtful and enquiring, interested in ideas
someone who feels things very strongly
signature:
implies someone hiding themselves or presenting as someone they're not. they want to look confident and exciting, but they're actually much less confident that they'd like to appear. lets their creative and artistic tendencies hide them and take centre stage.
miles's handwriting:
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(samples taken from roughly 2022 - 2023)
a little sharp, could suggest humorous wit and/or being critical (either of self or of others)
ambitious and incisive, intelligent and enquiring mind
fearful or wary about opening up and reaching out to people, emotional inconsistency. potentially quite restrained - looks like someone used to hiding a lot of hiding of emotions
has an enquiring mind but isn't particularly interested in abstract thought, more grounded in reality and social/emotional things
someone with strong feelings, they get held in and confused. could be warm and open on a surface level, but looks like they'd be reserved about their innermost feelings
could be sharp tongued to avoid dealing with their own feelings
lower zone suggests someone who might not be completely comfortable in their own body and/or sexuality, or have a complex relationship with these things
someone with a tendency towards strong feelings and devotion/worship (could be religious, or could just be to do with the way they relate to people or ideas)
signature:
someone who wants to look more confident they feel. sense of changeability and flashes of insecurity, but ultimately suggests strength of character, not someone who's a pushover. they know what they want and what matters to them.
interesting extra notes:
the wonderful @ballad-of-what-could-have-been managed to find this sample of alex's handwriting not in capitals from when he was much younger (from what i can see, it looks like it was early fwn era):
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so i showed this to my friend too (after her analysis of alex's usual writing) and noted that it was probably done when he was a lot younger. she said that all her points from the original analysis still stood, and that despite the fact this writing isn't capitalised it was actually still very hard to read and definitely someone not comfortable with showing themselves. she also said that it was more emotionally conflicted and uncertain than the later sample of their handwriting. the phrase "emotionally all over the place" was used, and she noted a greater sense of inconsistency with identity. overall though she said the earlier sample confirms that this is someone with a high level of intuition and originality, and she said they're someone she'd be fascinated to have a conversation with!
thank you for reading! if you have any questions, please feel free to comment/drop me an ask and i can always pick my friend's brain again the next time i see her!
#wow this took me forever lol#please feel free to share thoughts/comments! 💗#i don't know how everyone else feels about this but i personally was BLOWN AWAY and honestly i haven't recovered yet 😭😭#so much of it just feels spookily spot on#in terms of my personal sense of each of them anyway#like when the first thing my friend said about alex was to do with identity and being pulled in different directions?? fuck#and then all the stuff about miles and devotion/worship???#i don't even know how to talk about everything i'm feeling rn actually#god my heart hurts 🥺#anyway#i'll stop rambling#i hope everyone found this as fascinating as i did!#alex turner#miles kane#the last shadow puppets#tlsp#arctic monkeys#lulu posts
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it's Lunar New Year today so I'll be resharing Private Interview tonight! As always please be kind, it's not a trans story- it's an immigrant story. If you want a trans immigrant story you can either pick up my graphic novel Lunar Boy or wait for me to do something to martian manhunter-
#ramblings#it's pinkwashing to go out of your way to read the blatantly immigrant narrative of that comic and project a queer story instead mkay#i get it that the experiences can overlap but the last thing we want to imply is that these marginalized identities are interchangeable#like what do u think they're doing in the end. sharing their dead names. come on#even if you did mistaken it cuz you skim read it. just keep comments like that to yourself please.
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Wednesday Nights || Part Three
Pairing: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI 👁️ Smutty smut, Kissing, Swearing, Teasing, Dirty talk, Fingering(F receiving) Unprotected p in v sex, Creampie, Praise kink, Exhibitionism
Word count: 2.7k
A/N: There will be two more chapters. So glad that y’all are enjoying this story! Please like, comment, and reblog!
part one
part two
part four
part five
Joel came back to your apartment…and kept coming back. You couldn’t stay away from each other. You couldn’t get enough of each other. You and Joel had incredible chemistry in bed, but you also had an enjoyable time hanging out outside of the bedroom. The Wednesday night phone calls continued, but eventually they stopped when he quit about six months later. He earned himself a nice promotion with the construction company he worked for and no longer needed the extra cash.
About a month after you two first crossed paths, Joel asked you to be his girlfriend. A week later, you met his younger brother, Tommy. Tommy and you got along better than expected. Your shared sense of humor was helpful in many ways.
You didn't meet his daughter, Sarah, until your six-month anniversary. He stressed about how your meeting Sarah had to be nothing shy of perfect. In not so many words, Joel expressed to you how mother figures were particularly hard on Sarah since her own mother took off without so much as a goodbye shortly after she was born. You were patient and assured him that the right time would come. And it did. Sarah was so brilliant and beautiful and while she took a bit longer to warm up to you, you and her eventually established a solid rapport.
Now here you were, two years later, emerging from a swanky bistro with him, his brother, and his brother's new girlfriend, Brenda. And yep, you guessed it right. It was a Wednesday night. During those hours, downtown Austin was always bustling with activity and looked outstanding. After dinner, you and Brenda told the brother duo that you didn't want the night to end, so they asked you over to watch a movie at Joel's place. Sarah was spending the night at the home of one of her fellow soccer players, so it was the perfect evening for a nightcap.
The four of you clambered back into Tommy's truck, you and Joel in the backseat. Tommy cranked the engine, and a slow jam began playing lowly on the radio as he pulled out of the parking lot. Once Tommy had pulled out onto the main road, Joel put his hand on your knee and inched his way under your yellow dress.
It seemed only fair that Joel got his secret touches in after you teased him throughout the entirety of dinner.
You whispered in his ear about how your pussy throbbed for him and how you were wearing your lace blue lingerie. His favorite. You were both aroused and hungry for a rough fuck. The two glasses of wine you drank didn't dampen your shenanigans in the least. Tommy swung around the curve quite sharply, and Joel used that to his advantage by sliding up next to you. Joel shrugged off his coat and draped it around your knees. He put his hand back on your thigh and slowly inched back up until his thumb brushed the fabric on your clit.
“Joel,” you whispered as you gripped his wrist and squeezed your knees together to stop his shenanigans.
"Hey, Tommy, could you turn this up a bit?" He said to his brother, as he playfully slapped your hand away from his. "I used to really like this song."
“Sure thing, hermano.” Tommy said as he twisted the volume up a few notches.
“Oooh,” Brenda smiled at Tommy warmly, “This is such a good song, babe.”
“Don’t close your fuckin’ legs,” Joel growled lowly in your ear and you jolted.
As Tommy turned another sharp corner, he tugged you closer to him, clutching your side with his free hand while the other dipped a finger inside you. You could feel your warm wetness against his cool fingers. His middle finger shifted inside you at a deliciously slow pace, while his thumb massaged your clit even slower. That tightly wound coil within you unraveled with the same speed as the tips of his fingers. Your skin was on fire, and the hairs on the back of your neck were standing at full attention.
“Come on,” Joel whispered, licking behind your ear, “Be a good girl and cum for me.”
Joel placed open-mouth kisses down your neck, stopping to suck a bruise into where your neck met your shoulder. You gasped softly, biting back a moan, as a fire only Joel could light ignited inside you. You came hard, squishing Joel’s hand as your thighs squeezed together and shook.
“That’s it, baby,” he purred, rubbing and talking you through your silent orgasm, “Let it out for me.”
You bit down so hard on your bottom lip that you almost drew blood. You breathed heavily, deep breaths in and out through your nose. You were thankful for the loud, vibrant music playing and Brenda's sing-along. Otherwise, they would have heard what you were up to in the backseat.
“So fuckin’ wet for me.” Joel praised, eyes ablaze with a smoldering hunger. He needed to be inside you now.
“We’re here.” Tommy announced as he pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, squinting at you and Joel through the rear view mirror before exiting the truck.
Your eyelids sprung open and you gazed curiously outside. You'd almost forgotten where you were. Joel chuckled softly at the surprised look on your face and pulled his fingers out of you, shoving them in his mouth for a taste.
“I’m onto you, you filthy fucker.” Tommy teased his brother as he walked around the front of the truck to open the door for Brenda.
“Mind your goddamn business,” Joel shot back, equally amused.
“You guys coming?” Brenda called over her shoulder as she hopped out of the truck.
Too late, you thought, delirious.
“We’ll be in shortly.” You nodded.
Tommy whispered something in her ear as he slammed the door shut and Brenda flushed, fanning her face as she glanced at you with a knowing look. You were way too aroused to feel any sense of shame.
As soon as the other couple entered Joel's house, you hiked your dress up until it was rolled around your stomach, then pulled it over your head and tossed it on the car floor. You climbed into Joel's lap, and he locked his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.
"Mmm," he hummed between kisses, grabbing your ass, “You look so fuckin' sexy in your lingerie, darlin’."
"Only the best for you, baby," you mumbled, grinding down against his groin, moaning in his mouth once you felt how hard he was against your core. As the kiss deepened, you dragged your tongue down Joel's lower lip, moving your hand up to rest on the side of his neck, thumb massaging his jawline.
"Shit. Atta girl," Joel grunted as he grasped your hips and brought you down harder on his stiff cock. “Grind on my cock just like that.”
Fuck, you thought. Even through layers of clothes, he still felt so good. Joel increased the rhythmic pressure of his crotch against your clit, and you moaned.
"Baby, please," you begged, pulling his dress shirt over his head and bending your head down to flick your tongue at one of his pink nipples.
"Goddamn,” he groaned in pleasure as a chill shot across his spine, "Please what, hmm? You gotta tell me what you want, babygirl.”
He knew exactly what you wanted, but he needed to hear you beg for it. Beg for him.
“I want to feel it, Joel," you said, breathing heavily in between open-mouth kisses. "I need you inside me, please.”
Joel kissed you one more time before opening the door and climbing out. "Bend over," he demanded, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants and boxers fall to his ankles.
You did what you were told, turning around and bending at the waist, forearms resting on the backseat of the car, never one to deny Joel what he wanted. He smacked your asscheek, enjoying the view as he stroked his fat cock. He pulled your blue lace panties to the side and just stood there admiring your wetness.
His cockhead tapped against your folds, and you moaned as wetness oozed out of your tight hole. You were soaked for him. Joel grinned as he watched you shove your hips back against him, attempting to push him inside your wet folds. That just earned you another strike on your ass.
"Joel, if you don't fuck me, I swear to fuckin’ g—“ he drove into you, all the way to the hilt. "—Yeah, yeah,” he exhaled sharply, laughing quietly at your choked sob.
He hammered into you at a relentless pace.
The truck rocked up and down in time to the rhythm of Joel's forceful thrusts. You both let out loud, heavy breaths as you chased each other's orgasms. In the faint lighting of the moonlit vehicle, a thin sheen of sweat formed across Joel's torso.
You hoped Tommy and Brenda understood not to come back to the driveway because they'd hear skin slapping against skin and loud moans if they did.
"You always take my cock so fuckin' good, baby." Joel groaned deeply.
“I love taking your fat cock, Joel." You replied, groaning even louder. Each powerful thrust that Joel gave you caused your breathing to become more rapid.
He was truly giving it all to you, and you relished every moment. Every thrust. Every groan. Every slap to your sore ass.
Everything.
“Fuuuuuck,” you cried out as Joel brushed against that sweet spot deep inside of you, making you see stars and all the fucking planets. You were so close to cumming and Joel could feel it as you tightened and spasmed around his hard cock.
“Wait for me,” Joel rasped as he smacked both your ass cheeks with his right hand, “Don’t cum yet, baby.”
“You feel so good, Joel.” You whined as Joel slowed his thrusts, but he still rocked into you hard and deep.
“Hey,” he grunted softly, “Look at me.”
You turned around and peered at him, meeting the dark, almost animalistic gaze in his eyes. He blew you a kiss before smirking at you.. You smirked back at him.
God, you loved this man.
And as if he read your mind, he whispered those three words, “I love you.”
You whispered the three words right back to him, “I love you.”
“Yeah?” He asked.
“Yeah,” you nodded before turning back around, arching your back as best as you could in the confined space, taking him deeper. “Now fuck me like you love me, Joel.”
“You asked for it,” he warned. He pulled out of you suddenly, and before you could whine out a complaint, he slammed back into you in one swift motion, shoving you up the seat.
"Fuuuuuck!" You cried out, thrilled. You reached out in front of you to grab hold of something. Joel pounded into you so hard and fast that you couldn't find your balance. You ended up grasping a seatbelt and clinged to it for dear life.
“Mmhmm,” Joel moaned loudly, “Give me all of that pussy.”
“Take it, baby. Take it!” You cried out.
“Cum with me, baby.” Joel panted harshly as he rutted against you wildly.
“I’m cummin, baby.” You sobbed out a desperate moan, reaching under you to rub furiously at your swollen clit.
When Joel felt your cunt tighten around him, he whimpered, thrusts stalling as he spilled inside of you. You whimpered as the familiar sensation of him filling you with his seed rushed over you. You rocked back against him a couple times, milking him for everything he had.
During the aftershocks, he kept his body pressed against yours, bending forward to run a line of kisses down your spine while whispering words of praise. It took a few minutes for your legs to stop shaking and your breath to settle, so you just laid there. Joel eased out of you, releasing a soft whine and adjusted your underwear before he pulled his own boxers and slacks up to his waist.
You turned over onto your back before sitting up to find your dress. You spotted Joel's discarded shirt and jacket next to your dress and you handed them to him.
“You think you can keep your hands off me for two hours while we watch this movie?” You quipped, the corners of your mouth turning up in amusement.
“We’ll see,” he chuckled quietly, shaking his head in lighthearted fondness as he helped you pull your dress over your head.
After you and Joel were presentable, you scooched to the edge of the seat with your legs dangling so that he could stand in between them. Your hands clasped his face as you drew him in for a passionate kiss, "I'm crazy about you, Joel." You admitted warmly.
His face softened, and his chestnut-brown eyes shimmered at your words of admission: "I love you too, darlin'." He said, pulling you in for a warm embrace.
#GODDAMN 🤪🥵#Joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller smut#joel miller fluff#joel miller the last of us#joel miller tlou#joel the last of us#the last of us fanfic#the last of us fanfiction#the last of us fic#the last of us smut#tlou joel#tlou fanfiction#tlou fanfic#my fics#please like comment and share#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal x y/n#pedro pascal smut#the last of us fanf
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people need to start reblogging posts again i’m so serious. like it’s getting dire out here.
#i am absolutely not the first person to say this but like!!!!! the reblog/like ratio is atrocious!!!!#and that includes silly little text posts and memes! not to mention how bad engagement is on gifs/art/fic/etc.#especially if you're using tumblr mobile the easy reblog buttons are RIGHT. THERE.#like tags are fun (and leaving silly comments and compliments in tags is dying too i think)#but if you don't reblog bc you're like 'ugh i have to add tags' no u don't! u can just reblog and call it a day! at least it's being shared#this is the BLOGGING site for crying out loud. so please reBLOG things!!!!!!#mik chats#tumblr culture
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Damian Wayne "The Robin of Pets"
Just as Bruce seems to have a compulsion to adopt children, Damian seems to have inherited that gene but when it comes to pets, which are quite numerous and of all sizes and colors which are:
🐶 Tɪᴛᴜs ᴛʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dᴀɴᴇ
To strengthen their father-son bond, Bruce adopted a puppy as a gift in an effort to instill empathy for others in Damian. Although Damian was initially less than enthusiastic about the idea and was even distant simply calling him "dog," over time they became very close and best friends, eventually naming him after the Shakespearean literary hero.
• First appearance: Batman and Robin #2 (2011)
🐭 Sᴘᴏᴛᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴀᴛ
Spotty is a small spotted mouse who lives in the sewers of Gotham and Damian greets him every time he visits those places.
• First appearance: Batman and Robin #13 (2011)
🐮 Bᴀᴛᴄᴏᴡ
After a mission in a slaughterhouse, Damian decides to adopt his peculiar bovine friend and even after witnessing the cruelty in those places he decides to become a vegetarian.
• First appearance: Batman Incorporated #1 (2012)
😺 Aʟꜰʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Cᴀᴛ
Pennyworth adopted this one for Damian from a shelter. Damian was somewhat skeptical as he believed he could not keep it for long, but upon seeing the kitten's personality he was captivated and named it after the person who gave it to him.
• First appearance: Batman Incorporated #6 (2012)
🦃 Jᴇʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ Tᴜʀᴋᴇʏ
Batman and Robin ruin the Penguin's attempt to ruin Thanksgiving thanks to Damian's trumpet. That's where he meets his feathered friend, who under the name of Jerry joins the Batfamily dinner. As a invited, not as the main course, don't worry.
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• First appearance: Li'l Gotham #2 (2012)
🦇 Gᴏʟɪᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴ-ʙᴀᴛ
During one of the League of Assassins' tests in the Year of Blood, Damian is sent to exterminate a population of Dragon-bats and just when he is finishing the objective, a small puppy moves Damian to the core because the little one, instead of hating him for what he did, it tries to console him. That's how he decides to keep him as a "trophy" and his most loyal pet.
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• First appearance: Robin - Son of Batman #1 (2015)
🐉 Wɪɢɢʟᴇs ᴛʜᴇ Jᴀᴘᴀɴᴇsᴇ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴ
During a joint mission with Nightwing in the country of the rising sun, Damian meets a dragon that helps them defeat criminals. Upon returning to Gotham, this huge friend ends up in the Batcave with Goliath and Batcow. Wiggles does not have a name during the course of the adventure but in an interaction between one of the writers and a fan he ends up being named as Wiggles the Japanese dragon. (click on the underlining text for context)
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• First appearance: Nightwing #42 (2016)
#Does Spotty count as Damian's pet or not?#It's my post so#I say yes and so it is#It's just I don't know#I love the fact that Damian is an animal lover#So I felt the need to list them#It's information that heals#Or maybe it's just that I love this little guy so much#After the release of ''Super-pets Special: Bitedentity Crisis (2024)'' I realized that some of you didn't know all the Damian's pets#So I felt like I wanted to share a little bit of my obsessive knowledge with you#Maybe I don't know all about Damian but I made this with much love#If you know of any other animals tamed by Damian; please comment them#You'd make me so happy#damian wayne#damian al ghul#damianalghul#robin dc#dc robin#damian robin#robin damian#robin#titus the dog#titus the great dane#spotty the rat#batcow#alfred the cat#jerry the turkey#goliath the dragon-bat#wiggles the japanese dragon#petfriendly
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This is going to sound mean but I mean this in the most sincere and compassionate way I possibly can:
If you see a comment on the internet that is transphobic towards your group and your first assumption is that the person who wrote it is a different kind of transgender and not cis, especially if that comment is completely removed from all context or anonymous, no avatar or username or anything, take that as a sign to log off for a few days or pick up a new hobby.
#spitblaze says things#im tired and the amount of bait going around presented as sincere is neigh on unbearable#like yes obviously there are trans people who are shitheads about other kinds of trans people but PLEASE think for a moment#about the odds of this actually being an Evil Nonbinary Person Who Wants All Binaries Dead vs some bored chud trying to sow discord#why do you assume it was a transmasc who wrote that cropped comment saying that they don't want to give up using a transfem-specific slur#(and no it's not the B one)#why do u assume a transfem wrote that comment about transmasc being a 'cultural void who only produce twee ukelele songs abt bugs'#why are you assuming that the people who hate you are other trans people? why do you assume the worst of your own community?#please dont let online discourse determine how you view other members of your community.#someone not sharing your gender identity does not automatically preclude them thinking of yours as abusive or predatory#and them not sharing yours does not mean they will be abusive or predatory to you either#someone SHARING your gender identity doesnt mean they wont be abusive or predatory#the odds someone with your identity will 'get you' are a lot better and to that end hell yeah make more friends like yourself#if you're doing it because you think it will 'keep you safe' though. uh.#well if they start telling you that you cant trust ppl who dont share their identity its time to start checking the BITE model#but thats neither here nor there.#stop reading the first three sentences of other ppls posts about their own oppression and then getting mad for not including your group#and putting words in their mouth about it also. thats a problem as old as time but yknow. dont be a tar pit
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Saying hi while working from home
#comments#gay#gay bear#gay hairy#gay men#gayguy#like#follow#gay latino#cock sucking lips#gay nipple#sexy nipple#gay chest#gay chubby#gay content#latino#puerto rican#bisexual#tennessee#gay tumblr#gay belly#gay beast#send me dms#dms open#please share#work from home#alone with my thoughts#sissi cocklover#cock tease#tattoed babe
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Ye ye I know heroes do shit without expecting something in return
Ye if you feel like you've wronged someone and you want to make it right, you have no right to expect something from the other person
But katsuki bakugo, just tell me. Not as a hero, not as a bully in someone else's story. Just as a human, with feelings, what is it that you would like for izuku Midoriya to tell you?
Maybe not even words, just, actions.
What would you truly desire after all this growth you've done. After realizing that pushing him aside was not the right answer. If you let him make the first move, then what would you like him to say or do?
Would you just be content if he keeps being a hero alongside you? Would you find comfort in anything at this point? Would you not like even a tiny answer?
#because i sure fucking do#izuku please just one word#i feel like a journalist asking a celebrity if they can share at least one bit and they say no comment#SHUT UP WDYM NO COMMENT#even more cuz bakugo wont stop yappin#i know his side of the story BUT WHAT ABOUT IZUKU#wjat HE THINKING#oR FEELING#bakugou katsuki#bnha#mha#katsuki bakugou#mha bakugou#bnha bakugou#bakudeku#izuku midoriya#bnha izuku#bkdk
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