#power washing Austin

[bodyelectr1c]

keep talkin’

austin butler as benny cross

just smut, no plot

i love benny, i was enamoured in the cinema

warnings: degradation, rough sex, possessiveness, a little overstim if you squint, not proofread, dirty talk

no spoilers for the bikeriders movie :)

benny cross wasn’t much of a talker

from the day you’d met him, he always let you do the talking. he’d let you go on and on without more than a few words, and you didn’t mind it, and clearly, nor did he.

but when it came to sex, benny cross talked.

talked you through your orgasm, talked dirty to you, degraded you, the whole lot. his voice was deep and rough during sex, a result of the years of smoking and riding, and he took the utmost advantage of this.

from the first time he claimed you, bullied his fat cock into you, saw how you reacted when he talked down to you, told you how much of a slut you were, how tight you were, writhing and babbling on his cock while he split you open, he knew he had found his favorite game.

benny reveled in it, got off on it, honestly. the way you melted under his words, in the way your body betrayed your mind's resistance, the way you’d squirm and try to stifle your moans, trying to hide the way his degradation turned you on.

"look at you," he'd tsk, feigning disapproval “fucking desperate for my cock. you need it, don’t you baby?” his grip punishing on your hips, forcing you to take every inch. "such a needy little slut, can't get enough of my cock, can you? always so tight for me, always so wet."

with benny, every thrust was deliberate, each stroke accompanied by a litany of degrading affirmations. "you love this, don't you? being my fuck toy, my little whore. look at how you're dripping for me. pathetic." he’d spit out between ragged moans

you'd gasp, the shame mixing with pleasure, making your body respond even more fervently to his rough handling. he'd grab your hair in fistfuls, pull your head back, making sure you saw the depravity in your own eyes reflected in the mirror.

"fuck- cmon, take it all, you fucking minx. you were made for this, weren't you? for me, to be used, to be filled up with my cum. fucking say it." he’d prompt you as he jackhammered the fat head of his cock further in you, smacking against your cervix repeatedly with a squelching sound.

and you would, because he made you, because his voice alone made you almost cum on the spot.

because the power in his voice left no room for anything else but obedience.

"yes, benny, fuck- ‘m yours, need your cock, need to get fucked, love your cock, please cum in me, pleasepleaseplease." you barely even knew what you were saying, you just knew you needed him, needed what he could give you.

he’d let out a loud, deep moan, music to your fucking ears, the sound sent shivers down your spine even as your body betrayed you again, arching into his touch, seeking more.

he'd smack your ass, hard, leaving his mark on you as a reminder of who you belonged to, relishing in your screams.

"that's right. you’re mine. no one else can fuck you like this, stuff their cock so deep in you, make you forget your own name. no one else can make you cum like i do.” his voice would begin breaking, his moans choked as he neared the edge. “cmon baby, cum on my cock, cum for me, m so close. don’t- fuck, don’t forget this feeling baby. don’t forget how good i stretch you, fill you. you feel full baby? stuffed?”

all you could do was nod, frantically as your thighs shook and your orgasm washed over you, and despite all he’d say, benny would hold you close, soothe your body through the orgasm as it wracked through you, whispering praises and endless filthy words into your ear.

"that's my good girl, my perfect little slut. look at you, falling apart for me, taking every inch like you were made for it."

he'd hold you tighter, his thrusts growing more erratic, more desperate, each one fucking you further into the mattress, fucking deeper into your already overstimulated cunt. his big, rough hands, callused from years on the bike, would wander over your body, leaving eventual bruises and marks in their wake, reminding you of your place, of his dominance.

"fuck, baby," he'd groan, the desperation in his voice eminent. "'m gonna fill you up, gonna pump you full of my cum. you want that, hm? want me to cum in your pretty cunt, baby?"

you'd nod, barely coherent, lost in the haze of pleasure and degradation, along with the comedown of your high. "yes, benny, please. need it, need you s’ bad."

his grip would tighten impossibly more, breath hot against your neck as he thrust deeper, harder, faster, driving himself to the brink.

"take it all, baby. so good for me, gonna mark you as mine."

with a final, guttural growl, benny would bury himself to the hilt, body shuddering as he came, flooding you with his release. the feeling of him pulsing inside you would trigger another wave of pleasure, leaving you trembling and spent beneath him.

benny would never let you go immediately.

he'd stay buried deep inside you, breathing heavy, his hands still possessive on your skin. he'd savor the moment, the way your body molded to his, the way you fit him perfectly.

"good girl," he'd murmur, his voice softer now. "you did so good for me. you’re perfect baby,” he’d punctuate his sentence with a soft kiss to your lips, before pulling out, exuding another moan from you.

he’d smirk, rolling over to the bedside table, already reaching for a cigarette.

[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 3/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, age gap, some heated scene, "cheating"

Word Count: 6155

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Amidst the cheerful toasts and raucous laughter, the crowded gathering led to a slight jostling, causing your smaller frame to be nudged aside. Sensing your displacement, Jensen's hand found its way to the small of your back, offering a supportive touch as he gently guided you forward, subtly positioning you in front of him to shield you from the movements.

The unexpected contact sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your body, igniting a fierce heat that spread from the point of his touch throughout your entire being. As you leaned into his reassuring presence, a shiver of anticipation rippled through you, leaving you breathless and exhilarated in his proximity.

With your back pressed against Jensen's solid chest, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest against your spine with each steady breath he took.

The mingling scents of his minty breath, his own natural scent, and the subtle hint of cologne sent a wave of intoxicating sensations washing over you, overwhelming your senses with their heady allure.

As Jared began his speech, the attention of the party shifted towards him, leaving you and Jensen momentarily cocooned in your own private world. Sensing your slight unease amidst the growing crowd, Jensen leaned down towards your ear, his warm breath sending shivers cascading down your spine. "You okay?", he whispered softly.

You just nodded softly.

Without a second thought, Jensen's hand instinctively found its way to your waist, drawing you closer to him in a protective embrace.

Feeling him so close stirred up a strong desire within you. The heat between you was undeniable. You couldn't help but wonder why everything felt so intense, why such a little touch and a few whispered words seemed to make you loose your damn mind.

Meanwhile, Jensen wrestled with his own internal battle. Your proximity alone was enough to stir up arousal within him, and he struggled to keep it in check.

You found yourself teetering on the edge, yearning to turn around and press your lips against his. So, when you could barely contain yourself any longer, you whispered softly, "I need to use the restroom real quick".

Jensen's hand fell away from your waist as he nodded in response to your whispered request. His eyes lingered on you for a moment before he quickly scanned the area, ensuring no one was watching. He cursed under his breath, taking deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down.

As you stood in front of the mirror in the restroom, you couldn't help but notice the flush on your cheeks and the wild look in your eyes. Your face was bright red, completely flushed, and you could feel the dampness between your legs, evidence of just how intensely aroused you were. You had never experienced such a powerful reaction to simple touches before. What was it about that guy that had such a effect on you? He had your head spinning and your stomach churning, your heart racing in your chest. Sure, it had been a while since you'd had sex, a whole year in fact, but this was unlike anything you'd ever felt before.

You splashed some water on your face, hoping to cool down the heat that seemed to radiate from every pore of your body. But no matter how much water you splashed, the inferno inside you wouldn't subside. "Get your shit together", you muttered to yourself, staring hard at your reflection in the mirror.

Jared approached Jensen just as he was pouring himself a generous amount of whiskey into a glass. He raised an eyebrow at his friend, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "So, how's it going?", Jared asked casually, though his eyes flickered with curiosity, indicating that he was referring to you.

Jensen took a deep breath, emptied the glass in one gulp and poured it full again. "She's…", he started, his voice barely audible over the chatter around him. "The most easygoing person I've ever met, and here I am, making a fucking fool of myself".

Jared placed a reassuring hand on Jensen's shoulder, offering a supportive smile. "Hey, I bet you're doing just fine", he said, his voice filled with encouragement. "Relax, man. Just be yourself. She seems cool. You got this".

Jensen's doubts lingered, his thoughts swirling with uncertainty. He admitted quietly to Jared, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'm… I'm fucking turned on by her in a way I've never experienced before". The confession hung in the air, revealing the depth of Jensen's internal struggle.

Jared raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued by Jensen's admission. "How turned on?", he inquired, his tone laced with intrigue and a hint of amusement.

Jensen hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering uncertainly as he grappled with how much to disclose. "Uh, let's just say… pretty fucking turned on".

Jared chuckled and shot Jensen a smirk. "Well, Looks like someone's got it bad".

Jensen rolled his eyes and punched Jared lightly on the chest. "This isn't funny, man", he muttered, his tone tinged with frustration. "I swear I'm gonna mess this up, I just know it".

But Jared couldn't help but be amused by Jensen's predicament and the fact, that Jensen had finally met someone who made him nervous and not the other way around. "Looks like you finally met your match".

Just then you returned from the bathroom and found Jared with Jensen, shooting Jared a soft smile. "Dude, your house is amazing!", you complimented.

Jared grinned in response, thanking you. Then, with a mischievous smirk, he added, "You should see Jensen's place. It's just a five-minute drive away".

Jensen shot Jared a deadpan glare as you raised an eyebrow, curious about the exchange. "I thought you moved away", you remarked.

Jensen nodded, confirming your suspicion. "Yeah, but I still have the house in Austin", he explained.

You nodded in acknowledgment as Jared continued, singing praises of Jensen's property. "Jensen has a beautiful view of the river, a big garden, and an even nicer pool", Jared chimed in, casting a knowing glance at Jensen. "You should definitely check it out".

Jensen cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing slightly as he tried to downplay Jared's suggestion. "Uh, yeah, it's not that big of a deal", he mumbled, avoiding your gaze. "Just a humble little place".

Jared snorted a laugh, shaking his head at Jensen's attempt to downplay his home. "Oh, come on", he teased. "Don't be modest now. You know your place is amazing. (Y/N) would love it".

"Yeah, I mean, it's not bad", he muttered. "But it's nothing special, really".

You looked at the two of them with raised eyebrows. "I'll get something to drink", you giggled and left.

"Jared! The fuck you’re doing?", Jensen nudged his friend.

Jared chuckled, nudging Jensen back. "Just trying to help my best friend out", he replied with a playful grin. "Besides, she seems pretty into you".

Jensen muttered, "Even if she is, what am I supposed to do? Lead her to my house, show her my kids' rooms, and screw her over the dinner table? Or better yet, in mine and Danneel's bed?".

Jared rolled his eyes and muttered back, "Well, if so, there would finally be some action in that bed again", knowing that Jensen and Danneel hadn’t slept in the same bed together for ages.

Jensen rolled his eyes, a mixture of frustration and resignation evident in his expression.

Jared muttered, "Wouldn’t be any different than what Danneel did with that other guy while you were on a convention, huh?".

You returned with a drink, feeling a rush of nerves as you stole a glance at Jensen. Biting your lip nervously, you took a sip of your drink, trying to appear casual despite the fluttering in your stomach.

Jensen caught your gaze, his heart skipping a beat as he met your eyes. Clearing his throat, he tried to muster a casual smile, but his nerves were palpable. "Find something good to drink?", he asked, his voice slightly strained. You just nodded.

"I think Gen called me", Jared said and quickly left the two of you alone again.

After a few moments full of uncomfortable silence, Jensen spoke up. "What do you wanna do?".

You blushed lightly, realizing the implications of your suggestion, but you pressed on nonetheless. "I'm… actually down for a little walk", you mumbled, referencing Jared's earlier suggestion about Jensen showing you his house.

Jensen's gaze lingered on yours for a few moments longer, his mind racing as he weighed his options. With a subtle lick of his lips, he made a decision, draining his glass in a single swift motion.

"Well, let's go for a walk then", he replied, his voice slightly husky as he gestured towards the door.

As you walked, the conversation flowed naturally. You shared stories about your travels in Europe, while Jensen recounted tales from his childhood in Dallas and his time in California. The more you talked, the more comfortable you both became, and the 15-minute walk felt like it passed in an instant.

However, Jensen was careful to steer the conversation away from his career, focusing instead on your experiences and mutual interests. You found yourselves laughing and sharing anecdotes, creating a connection that felt both effortless and genuine.

When you finally arrived at his house, you were almost surprised at how quickly you had reached it. Jensen paused at the gate, giving you a moment to take in the sight of his home.

“Well, here we are”, he said with a slightly strained smile, his eyes watching your reaction closely.

You looked at the massive house, swallowing hard. “Wow, it’s huge”, you breathed, your eyes wide with awe.

Jensen chuckled softly, though deep down he hoped there were no traces of his kids' toys or any other personal items left behind. He took a deep breath, catching the key Jared had handed him earlier while you were getting yourself a drink. Crossing his fingers, he opened the door and led you inside.

The house was pretty much how he had left it. Most of the furniture was still inside, but it was clean and tidy, with no stray toys or personal items in sight. Jensen let out a small sigh of relief as he stepped aside to let you in.

“Welcome to my humble abode”, he said with a hint of sarcasm, giving you a small, genuine smile.

You stepped inside, looking around with wide eyes. “It’s really nice”, you said, admiring the spacious living room.

Jensen nodded, feeling a mixture of pride and nostalgia. “Thanks. It’s been a while since I’ve been here, so it’s nice to see it still looks good”.

You walked further into the house, feeling a bit overwhelmed by its size and beauty. “I can’t believe you have all this to yourself”, you said, glancing back at him.

Jensen shrugged, trying to downplay it. “Well, it’s not exactly just for me. I’ve got family and friends who stay over sometimes”.

You nodded. “Still, it’s pretty amazing”.

Jensen smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed now that you seemed comfortable. “Come on, let me show you the backyard. Jared wasn’t lying about the view”.

He led you through the house and out to the backyard, where the view of the river and the expansive garden took your breath away. The moonlight shimmered on the water, creating a picturesque scene that felt almost surreal.

“Wow”, you whispered, taking it all in.

Jensen stood beside you, looking out at the view with a sense of calm. “Yeah, it’s something else, isn’t it?”.

“It really is”, you said softly.

For a moment, the two of you stood there in silence, the night air cool and refreshing.

Jensen felt a pang in his heart as he stood in his backyard, the familiar surroundings stirring up a whirlwind of emotions. He loved Austin; it was home. Now, living in Connecticut, everything felt different. His whole life felt different. He wasn’t happy there, not happy in his marriage. Just… not happy. The ache of those realizations pressed heavily on him. Taking a deep breath, he tried to shake off the emotions, turning away from the view.

“Where are you going?”, you asked, noticing his movement.

“Just give me a second”, he said softly, disappearing into the house.

Left alone, you looked around the beautiful backyard, soaking in the tranquility of the night. On a whim, you slipped off your shoes and walked to the edge of the pool. Sitting down, you dipped your feet into the cool water, the sensation calming your racing thoughts. The peacefulness of the moment enveloped you.

A few minutes later, Jensen reappeared, a bottle of whiskey and two glasses in hand. He paused for a moment, a soft smile forming on his lips as he saw you sitting by the pool, enjoying the serene atmosphere.

“Looks like you’re making yourself at home”, he remarked, walking over to join you.

You looked up, returning his smile. “I hope you don’t mind. It’s just so peaceful out here”.

“Not at all”, Jensen said, sitting down beside you and placing the glasses and the bottle on the ground. He poured two generous servings of whiskey and handed you a glass.

You raised the glass, swirling the amber liquid and watching it catch the moonlight. “Where did you get this from?”, you asked, curiosity piqued.

Jensen chuckled, a soft, almost mischievous sound. “I always have a secret stash”, he mumbled, eyes twinkling. “A little something for moments like these”.

You smiled, clinking your glass against his. “Cheers to secret stashes, then”.

“Cheers”, Jensen echoed, taking a sip and savoring the warmth of the whiskey. You both sat quietly for a moment.

“So”, you began, breaking the silence, “what made you leave such an awesome place?”.

Jensen sighed deeply, staring into his glass for a moment as if searching for the right words. "It's… complicated", he finally said, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "There are a lot of things I can't really get into right now".

You nodded, understanding that some things were just too personal to share with someone you had just met. "I get it", you said softly. "Life has a way of throwing us into complicated situations".

Jensen looked at you, gratitude in his eyes for not pressing him further. "Yeah, it does", he agreed, a small smile forming on his lips. "But sometimes, those complications lead to moments like this, and maybe that's what makes it all worth it".

You smiled back, taking another sip of your whiskey. "I suppose you're right".

The conversation flowed easily after that, touching on lighter topics and shared interests. The connection between you grew stronger with each passing moment.

Jensen leaned back, looking up at the stars. "You know, I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time", he admitted, his voice almost a whisper. "Thank you for that".

You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks, touched by his words. "I'm glad I could help", you replied softly. "I feel the same way".

Eventually, the two of you were pretty drunk, laughing and having a good time. The whiskey had worked its magic, easing any remaining tension and making the night feel light and carefree.

You nudged Jensen gently, a mischievous smile on your face. “You’re the funniest old man I’ve ever met”, you giggled teasingly.

Jensen feigned offense. “Old man? I’ll have you know I’m in the prime of my life!”, he retorted with a grin.

You laughed, and Jensen joined in, the sound of your laughter mingling under the night sky. Without thinking, he nudged you back, a little harder than he intended. You lost your balance, your eyes widening in surprise as you tumbled right into the cool pool with a splash.

“Whoa!”, you exclaimed as you hit the water, the shock of the cold taking your breath away for a moment. You resurfaced, gasping, pushing your wet hair out of your face.

Jensen’s eyes widened in shock and then he burst into laughter, doubling over as he tried to apologize. “Oh, shit! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to push you that hard!”.

You couldn’t help but laugh too, despite the sudden chill. “Well, at least the pool is nice”, you joked, swimming over to the edge.

Jensen reached out a hand to help you out, still chuckling. “Here, let me help you”.

As you took Jensen's hand, a mischievous idea sparked in your mind. With a wide smirk, you tugged on his hand, pulling him towards you with surprising strength. Before Jensen could react, he found himself stumbling forward and plunging into the pool beside you, fully clothed.

The splash echoed through the air as Jensen hit the water, his expression a mixture of surprise and amusement. For a moment, the two of you were submerged, the coolness of the water enveloping you both.

When he resurfaced, you couldn't contain your laughter, the joy bubbling up inside you as you shook your head, water droplets flying from your hair. "Oops, sorry about that", you said with a grin, trying to stifle your giggles.

Jensen blinked, his laughter mixing with yours as he shook his head, his clothes clinging to his body. "Well played", he admitted, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

As the laughter subsided, a playful glint danced in your eyes as you swam closer to Jensen. "Looks like we're both a couple of wet rats now", you teased, splashing water in his direction.

Jensen chuckled, swiping a hand through his dripping hair. "Speak for yourself", he shot back, splashing water right back at you. "You're the one who dragged me in here!".

You grinned as you playfully splashed each other, the water rippling around you. "Hey, you pushed me first!", you countered, ducking to avoid another splash from Jensen.

As the water splashing began to subside, Jensen leaned against the edge of the pool, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "You know", he began, his voice taking on a slightly flirtatious tone, "if you wanted to get me all wet, you could have just asked".

You laughed, shaking your head. "Oh, is that right? Well, maybe I just wanted to see if you could swim", you teased back, moving closer to him.

Jensen raised an eyebrow. "Trust me, I can swim just fine. But I have to admit, I never thought I'd be having a midnight swim with someone who calls me an old man".

You splashed him again, giggling. "Hey, it's all in good fun. Besides, you're not that old".

"Not that old, huh?", Jensen leaned in slightly, his gaze holding yours. "I'll take that as a compliment".

There was a playful spark between you, the teasing taking on a more flirty undertone. "So", you said, tilting your head, "do you make a habit of inviting girls over for midnight swims?".

Jensen smirked, shaking his head. "Only the ones who can handle a bit of a splash", he replied.

You laughed, feeling a flutter in your stomach. "Well, I think I passed the test".

Jensen nodded, his smile softening. "Yeah, I think you did". The two of you stood there, the water gently lapping around you, the connection between you growing stronger with every moment.

You leaned back against the pool's edge, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "So, Mr. Prime-of-His-Life, what other surprises do you have up your sleeve? Midnight swims, secret whiskey stashes… What's next?".

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head. "Wouldn't you like to know?".

"Oh, I definitely would", you replied, your tone playful. "I'm starting to think you're full of surprises".

He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe I am. But you'll just have to stick around to find out".

You shifted a bit closer, closing the distance between you. "You know, for an old man, you're pretty fun".

Jensen laughed, shaking his head. "You really like that 'old man' thing, don't you?".

You shrugged, grinning. "Well, if the shoe fits… But in all seriousness, you don't seem old to me. You seem… experienced".

"Experienced, huh?", he replied, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "I think I like that better".

You smiled, feeling a warm thrill at his tone. "Good. Because I think there's a lot I could learn from someone as experienced as you".

Jensen's eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and something deeper. "Careful what you wish for. You might get more than you bargained for".

You laughed softly. "I'm willing to take that risk".

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the night air cool against your wet skin.

Jensen licked his wet lips, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your lips and back. You were just inches in front of him, your lashes wet and making your eyes sparkle even more. He took a deep breath, his voice lowering to a soft, almost husky tone.

“You know”, he began, his eyes locked on yours, “there’s something about you that I just can’t shake. The way you look at me… it’s like you’re daring me to do something”.

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks despite the cool water.

“And what if I am?”, you teased, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jensen’s smile widened, his eyes darkening with a mix of amusement and desire. “Then I’d say you’re playing a dangerous game”, he murmured, leaning in just a fraction closer. “Because when I want something… I usually get it”.

You felt your breath hitch at his words, the space between you seeming to shrink even more. The intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming, but you found yourself unable to look away.

“Maybe I like danger”, you whispered back, your lips so close to his that you could feel his breath mingling with yours.

Without thinking of any consequences, Jensen reached out, grabbed you by the waist under the water, turned you around and pushed you against the edge of the pool with some force. Trapping you between the cool titles and his chest. Your heart starts racing as his touch sent a jolt of electricity through you. His closeness was intoxicating, his warmth contrasting with the coolness of the poolside tiles against your back. You could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, matching the rapid pace of your own.

Jensen's gaze burned into yours, a mixture of raw desire and a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, as if silently asking for permission, before his lips found yours in a hungry, fervent kiss. The world around you faded into a blur as his kiss deepened, sending waves of heat cascading through your body.

His hands, firm yet tender, trailed along your waist, sending shivers down your spine. The scent of chlorine mingled with his cologne, creating a heady aroma that filled your senses. You melted into his embrace, your fingers tangling in his hair as the kiss intensified, each moment feeling both timeless and urgent.

Lost in the intensity of the moment, you surrendered to the passion that had been simmering between you. The poolside seemed like a universe of its own, secluded and intimate, a space where the boundaries between you blurred into nothingness.

As you broke the kiss, breathless and gazing into each other's eyes, the world around you slowly came back into focus. The cool water lapped gently against the edge of the pool, a soothing contrast to the heat that still lingered between you. Jensen's forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he whispered softly, "I knew you were trouble".

You couldn't help but smile, a mixture of exhilaration and contentment washing over you. In that moment, there were no consequences, no boundaries. Just the undeniable pull between two souls drawn together by desire and a shared sense of daring.

As Jensen’s hands cupped your face with a tenderness that belied the urgency of his kiss, you could feel his longing mirrored in the way his lips sought yours once more. The sensation was electric, a surge of passion that coursed through you like lightning.

His touch was both gentle and possessive, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline as he deepened the kiss. There was an intensity in the way he kissed you, as if he was trying to convey a thousand unspoken words with each brush of his lips against yours.

Your own hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your touch.

As you kissed him back with equal fervor, your senses heightened by the taste of him, you knew that this moment would forever be etched in your memory. It was a moment of surrender, of letting go of inhibitions and embracing the undeniable pull of attraction that had drawn you together.

As Jensen gently pulled away to take a deep breath, you were on the verge of saying something. Yet, the fear of disrupting the bubble of intimacy you both shared held you back. As your lips parted, ready to form words, he silenced any potential interruption by pressing his mouth back onto yours without hesitation.

His kiss was a seamless continuation. It felt as though his lips were made to fit perfectly against yours.

His hands cradled your face with renewed urgency, drawing you nearer until there was no space left between your bodies. Each touch conveyed a deep longing and desire that spoke louder than any words could.

When Jensen finally broke away, both of you were breathless, his gaze locked with yours in a silent exchange of understanding and desire. Again, his forehead rested gently against yours, his chest rising and falling with the effort to steady his racing heart.

With your heart racing and your stomach turning, you held onto his biceps to steady yourself. Without hesitation, Jensen's lips found their way back to yours, before brushing over your jawline, down to your neck.

"You shouldn't…", you whispered softly, your voice betraying the desire that pulsed through you.

"Hmm…", Jensen mumbled against your soft skin, his breath warm and teasing.

One of his hands hooked under your thigh, lifting you effortlessly as he brought your leg around his waist. His body pressed against yours, the unmistakable hardness of his arousal evident through the fabric.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, a mix of desire and hesitation swirling within you. Yet, as Jensen's kisses trailed along your neck and his touch sent shivers down your spine, you found yourself unable to resist the pull that drew you closer to him.

Your head spun even more as you felt his arousal pressing against you, making your breath hitch. His kisses trailed along your neck and down to your collarbone, each one sending shivers through your body. The sensation was overwhelming, a blend of excitement and vulnerability that left you breathless.

Jensen's hands roamed your body with a mixture of tenderness and urgency, as if he couldn't get enough of you. His fingers traced the contours of your back, pulling you even closer to him. The heat of his body against yours was intoxicating.

"I… I don't know if we should", you whispered, your voice shaky with emotion.

"Shh", he murmured against your skin, his breath warm and reassuring. "We don't have to decide anything right now. Just feel this".

His words, combined with the intensity of his touch, made it impossible to think clearly. All you could do was surrender to the moment, letting the passion between you take over. Jensen's lips found yours again, and you kissed him back with everything you had, pouring all your longing and desire into that single, electrifying connection.

The way Jensen kissed you, his tongue skillfully rolling over yours, his big, heavy hands holding your face in place, made your stomach churn with an intense mix of excitement and desire. He was everything you had ever wanted in that moment, his kiss leaving you breathless and yearning for more. This man could kiss like no one else, and you found yourself utterly captivated.

The way he held you, with just the right amount of firmness, made you feel so desired. It was as if he was pouring all of his emotions into each touch, each caress, and it was impossible to resist the pull you felt towards him.

Jensen’s kisses grew more insistent, more urgent, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

For what felt like forever, the two of you clung to each other, lost in the intensity of your connection.

But then, the shrill ring of Jensen’s phone shattered the moment, pulling both of you out of your intimate bubble. He growled in frustration at the interruption, his forehead still resting against yours. You could sense his reluctance to let go, but the persistent ringing demanded attention.

“I hate this”, he muttered, the irritation clear in his voice.

Jensen’s phone was next to the empty whiskey bottle beside the pool. He reached above you, his body brushing against yours as he grabbed the phone. Glancing at the caller ID, his expression harden slightly. With a sigh, he turned the phone upside down, silencing it, and then let it fall back onto the ground.

His eyes returned to yours, filled with an intensity that made your heart race. “Sorry about that”, he said softly, his voice filled with a mix of apology and desire.

“It’s okay”, you whispered, shivering slightly from the sudden coolness of the night air and the break in the heated moment.

Jensen noticed your shiver and pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “You’re cold”, he murmured, concern lacing his voice.

“A little”, you admitted, leaning into his warmth.

“Let’s get you warmed up”, he said, his tone gentle yet filled with an undercurrent of longing.

Jensen climbed out of the pool first, reaching down to help you out with a gentle but firm grip. Water dripped from both of you, your clothes clinging tightly to your bodies. He ran a hand through his wet hair, sucking in his lower lip as he contemplated the situation. The tension in the air was palpable, a mixture of lingering desire and the abrupt intrusion of reality.

His eyes flicked over you, concern mixed with longing evident in his gaze. He quickly retrieved some towels, wrapping one gently around your shoulders, his touch warm and reassuring.

“Let’s get inside”, he said, nodding towards the door leading back into the house. His voice was steady, but you could sense the underlying tension.

As you walked towards the house, his mind raced with thoughts of how you might perceive him. The intensity of the moment had left its mark on both of you, but he worried about whether he had pushed too far, too fast. His arousal was still evident, the outline unmistakable against his wet jeans, and he felt a flush of embarrassment mixing with his desire.

Jensen led you towards the main bathroom, his hand warm and steady on the small of your back. As he opened the door to the bathroom, he turned to you.

“You should take a hot shower”, he mumbled, his voice low and almost hesitant. “I’ll find some dry clothes for you”.

Before you could respond, he had already turned and was heading towards another part of the house. “I’ll be back in a bit”, he called over his shoulder, his footsteps quickening as he disappeared down the hallway.

You stood there for a moment, absorbing the whirlwind of emotions and sensations from the evening. The coolness of your wet clothes began to seep into your skin, making the suggestion of a hot shower all the more appealing.

Stepping into the bathroom, you closed the door behind you and turned on the shower, letting the steam fill the room. The hot water cascaded over you, washing away the tension and bringing a sense of calm. As you stood under the stream, you couldn’t help but replay the moments by the pool, the intensity of Jensen’s touch, and the connection you felt.

Meanwhile, Jensen hurried to JJ’s bathroom, stripping off his wet clothes and stepping into the shower. The hot water hit him, and he closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts.

The intensity of the evening weighed heavily on his mind, and the reality of his situation began to sink in.

"Fuck", he muttered under his breath, his fist connecting hard with the tile wall. The impact sent a sharp pain through his knuckles, but it barely registered against the turmoil of his thoughts.

He leaned his forehead against the cool tiles, the water continuing to cascade over him. He couldn't control himself back in the pool; the desire, the connection, it was all too overpowering.

His mind raced with the possible consequences. He was still married, and if something came up, if someone found out what had happened tonight, it could ruin everything—his image, his career, his personal life. The stakes were incredibly high, and yet, in those moments with you, nothing else seemed to matter.

Jensen knew he had to be careful, had to think things through, but the pull he felt towards you was unlike anything he had experienced before. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you, and all his usual restraints and rational thoughts had vanished in the heat of the moment.

After he finished the shower, Jensen wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way towards the guest room he had slept in for years. He dried himself off, slipped into some fresh clothes he kept there, and began searching for something suitable to offer you. He hesitated for a moment, knowing that Danneel might have left some clothes behind, but the thought of you questioning why he had women's clothes was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.

Eventually, he settled on a comfortable pair of his own boxers and a soft shirt. Carrying them with him, he walked back towards the main bathroom where you were still showering, his footsteps heavy with contemplation.

He knocked softly on the door, calling out your name. "Hey, I've got some dry clothes for you", he announced gently, hoping his voice conveyed reassurance despite the underlying tension.

You opened the door a crack, peeking out at him with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. Taking the clothes from him, you managed a small smile. "Thank you", you said softly, your voice still carrying a hint of the evening's lingering intensity.

Jensen nodded, returning your smile with a warm yet cautious one of his own. "You're welcome. Take your time", he replied, stepping away to give you space.

Once you were dressed in the dry clothes he had provided, you emerged from the bathroom, feeling more composed but still unsure of where things stood between you. Jensen was waiting for you in the living room, his expression a mix of relief and concern.

"Feel better?", he asked quietly as you approached, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort or regret.

"Yeah, thank you", you replied, offering a small nod. "And thank you for the clothes".

Jensen nodded in return, a flicker of emotion passing through his eyes. “Of course”, he murmured. He hesitated for a moment, then added softly, “That shirt suits you”.

You glanced down at the shirt he had given you, a small smile playing on your lips.

As you stood there, unsure of what to say next to break the tension, Jensen’s demeanor shifted subtly. Unknown to you, it was his wife who had called earlier, a fact that weighed heavily on his mind despite his attempts to focus on the moment with you.

Jensen put his phone down, ignoring the messages from Jared as he kept his gaze fixed on you. He nodded towards the empty space on the couch beside him. “Why don’t you sit down?”, he suggested quietly.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 4

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[mostlysignssomeportents]

Austin Grossman’s ‘Fight Me’

On July 14, I'm giving the closing keynote for the fifteenth HACKERS ON PLANET EARTH, in QUEENS, NY. Happy Bastille Day! On July 20, I'm appearing in CHICAGO at Exile in Bookville.

In Fight Me, the novelist and game developer Austin Grossman uses aging ex-teen superheroes to weigh the legacy of Generation X, in a work that enrobes its savage critique with sweet melancholia, all under a coating of delicious snark:

http://www.austingrossman.com/fight-me

It is, in other words, a very Gen X kinda novel. Prodigy (AKA Alex Beekman) is a washed-up superhero. As a nerdy high-schooler, he was given super powers by a mysterious wizard (posing as a mediocre teacher), who gave him an amulet and a duty. Whenever Alex touches the amulet and speaks the word of power, reaclun (which he insists is not "nuclear" backwards) he transforms into Prodigy, a nigh-invulnerable, outrageously handsome living god who is impervious to bullets, runs a one-minute mile, and fights like a champ. Prodigy, he is told, has a destiny: to fight the ultimate evil when it emerges and save the world.

Now, Alex is 40, and it's been a decade since he retired both Prodigy and his Alex identity, moving into a kind of witness protection program the federal government set up for him. He poses as a mediocre university professor, living a lonely and unexceptional life.

But then, Alex is summoned back to the superhero lair he shared with his old squad, "The Newcomers," a long-vacant building that is one quarter Eero Saarinen, three quarters Mussolini. There, he is reunited with his estranged fellow ex-Newcomers, and sent on a new quest: to solve the riddle of the murder of the mysterious wizard who gave him his powers, so long ago.

The Newcomers – an amped-up ninja warrior, a supergenius whose future self keeps sending him encouragement and technical schematics backwards through time, and an exiled magical princess turned preppie supermodel – have spent more than a decade scattered to the winds. While some have fared better than Alex/Prodigy, none of them have lived up to their potential or realized the dreams that seemed so inevitable when they were world famous supers with an entourage of fellow powered teens who worshipped them as the planet's greatest heroes.

As they set out to solve the mystery, they are reunited and must take stock of who they are and how they got there (cue Talking Heads' "Once In a Lifetime"). With flashbacks, flashforwards, and often hilarious asides, Prodigy brings us up to speed on how supers fail, and what it's like to live as a failed super.

The publisher's strapline for this book is "The Avengers Meets the Breakfast Club," which is clever, but extremely wrong. The real comp for this book isn't "The Breakfast Club," it's "The Big Chill."

When I realized this, I got briefly mad, because I've only had two good movie high concept pitches in my life and one of them was "Gen X Big Chill." Rather than veterans of the Summer of 68 confronting the Reagan years, you could have veterans of the Battle of Seattle living through the Trump years. One would be on PeEP, one would be an insufferable Andrew Tate-quoting bitcoiner, one would be a redpilled reactionary with a genderqueer teen, one would be a squishy lib, one a firebreathing leftist, etc. The soundtrack would just be top 40 tracks from artists who have songs on "Schoolhouse Rock Rocks":

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schoolhouse_Rock!_Rocks

Every generation has some way in which they seek to overthrow the status quo and build a new, allegedly better one, after all. "Big Chill"'s impact comes from its postmortem on a generation where it was easy to feel like you were riding destiny's rails to greatness thanks to the sheer size of the Boomer cohort and the postwar prosperity they lived through. A Gen X Big Chill would be a stocktaking of a generation that defined itself as a lost generation reared in the Boomers' shadows, armored against the looming corpo-climate apocalypse with the sword of irony and the shield of sincerity.

Which is basically what Grossman is doing here. What's more, doing this as a superhero story is a genius move – what could be a better metaphor for a teen's unrealistic certainty of destined greatness than a superhero? Superhero fantasies are irreducibly grandiose and unrealistic, but all the more beautiful and brave and compelling for it.

You know, like teens.

At 52, I'm a middle-aged Gen Xer. I've got two artificial hips and I just scheduled a double cataract surgery. My hairline is receding. I'm an alta kaker. But I wasn't always: I was a bright and promising kid, usually the youngest person in the room where we were planning big protests, ambitious digital art projects, or the future of science fiction. I had amazing friends: creative and funny and sweet, loyal and talented and just fun.

We're mostly doing okay (the ones that lived; fuck cancer and fuck heroin and fuck fentanyl). Some of us are doing pretty good. On a good day, I think I'm doing pretty good. I had a night in 2018 where I got to hang out, as a peer, with my favorite musician and my favorite novelist, both in the same evening. These were artists I'd all but worshipped as a teen. I remember looking at the two selfies I took than night and thinking, Man, if 15 year old me could see these, he'd say that it all worked out.

But you don't get to be 52 without having a long list of regrets and failures that your stupid brain is only too eager to show you a highlight reel from. No one gets to middle age without a haunting loss that is always trying to push its way to the fore in order to incinerate every triumph great and small and leave ashes behind.

That's why there's a "Big Chill" for every generation. Each one has its own specific character and meaning situated in history, but each one has to grapple with the double-edged sword of nostalgia. Not for nothing, John Hodgman (a bona fide Gen X icon) calls nostalgia "a toxic impulse."

Grossman really makes Fight Me work as a Gen X Big Chill. He's a great Gen X writer; his first novel, Soon I Will Be Invincible, was a knockout debut about superheroes and supervillains that had a very "The Boys" vibe, you know, that neat little move where you contend with the banal parts of a super's life and show how super powers don't make you a good person, or even a competent one.

His followup to Invincible came six years later. YOU is a coming-of-age story about the games industry with a second-person narrator (think "Zork"). Grossman is an accomplished game dev (Tomb Raider Legend, Deus X, Dishonored, etc), and he uses YOU to really plumb the depths of what games mean, what fun is, and how working on games isn't just work, it's often really shitty work, the opposite of fun:

https://memex.craphound.com/2013/04/16/austin-grossmans-you-brilliant-novel-plumbs-the-heroic-and-mystical-depths-of-gaming-and-simulation/

Grossman's last novel was Crooked, a very daffy alternate history in which Richard Nixon is a Cthulhoid sorcerer locked in a Lovecraftian battle of good and evil. This is a purely hilarious romp, wildly imaginative and deliciously certain to offend reactionary jerks:

https://memex.craphound.com/2015/08/26/austin-grossmans-crooked-the-awful-cthulhoid-truth-about-richard-nixon/

All those chops are on display in Fight Me: a book that covers its brooding with wisecracks, that spits out ten great gags per page even as it drives a knife into your heart. It's a great novel.

Fight Me doesn't come out in the US and Canada until tomorrow (it's been out in the UK, Australia, NZ, etc for more than a month). Normally, I would hold off on reviewing this until the on-sale date, but this is my last day on the blog for two weeks – I'm leaving on a family vacation early tomorrow morning. I'll see you on July 14!

Support me this summer on the Clarion Write-A-Thon and help raise money for the Clarion Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers' Workshop!

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/07/01/the-big-genx-chill/#im-super-thanks-for-asking

[khickuwa]

Some Thoughts and Theories on the NXX Drug [CHAPTER 13 SPOILER]

The new Main-Story 13 has definitely had me scrambling on a whiteboard like a madman. Attached below is an actual picture of me rn:

I'M GOING INSANE.

But yes back to the topic at hand. The recent chapter has led me to speculate a lot of things I must exert that all of this is within the realm of HEADCANON. But the information that has got me thinking A LOT is about how:

The NXX circulation has run for 10 YEARS. AT LEAST. The incident of the Seahorse Association involved leaders getting drugged by the NXX drug, causing them to hallucinate and kill themselves. And who took over that case? THE NSB??? ISN'T THAT A BIT SUSPICIOUS.

That said. I think the NXX drug has been circulating for much longer than that. I'll be touching upon about what this means to Luke and Rosa, The NSB's involvement and PAX's a little bit less than savory past. So let's get started:

Here's what we know about the NXX Drug so far, according to the wiki:

The NXX drug stems from FloraX, a bacterium that originated from sea-faring that caused an epidemic in Stellis during 1930. The bacterium caused systemic failures within the human body. However, perhaps through some scientific breakthrough, it was discovered that it also contains gene-restoring attributes as well.

In 2005, Pax Pharmaceutical collaborated with Crimson Biotech to develop a new gene-restoring drug, presumably the NXX. However, it was shut down by the government when alarming side effects of the drug emerged. All possession of the NXX drug within PAX and Crimson were destroyed. Or so it seems.

The potential of an all-cure gene restorative drug is incredibly insane. Being the one to successfully tap into the generative properties of FloraX would make you an extremely powerful person. The possibility of achieving the prowess of a drug like this would surely cause a technological race between multiple parties, including PAX and Crimson, Heirson... etc etc. You get what I mean.

Now what does this mean for the rest of the team?

Let me remind everyone that the NXX Investigation Team is an un-official investigation funded by PAX. This means that Giann had motives and stakes at hand in the investigation of the drug. To make up for past mistakes of PAX? To avoid any more casualties that PAX has unknowingly started? In any case, while perhaps it started off with good intentions, it doesn't change the fact that PAX held some responsibility in developing the drug. I also think this means that Austin know a little bit more than he lets on.

Let me try to put everything in a timeline:

2005 - This is the year that the NXX drug started its development. Coincidentally, Luke and Rosa were born within the same year. I have a headcanon that Luke and Rosa's parent are involved with the development of this drug, perhaps as researchers.

2009 - NXX has presumably reached 4 years of its development if it was not shut down yet. Marius was born, and it is likely Carerina passed away within this year as well.

??? - NXX Research is shut down. PAX and Crimson has likely broken ties at this point. While PAX probably wants to wash their hands off it, I can imagine Crimson having other plans. The NXX drug continues to be developed in secret.

??? - Luke's Parents passes away. Is this a coincident? Or was this planned. Luke's get taken into Rosa's family. I could imagine this being done as a way to protect Luke.

2020 - Seahorse Association Incident, NSB takes over the case.

2022 - Luke leaves for the capital and gets involved in a "transnational case".' He gets recruited into a "secret project". This is a cover story for his entry to the NSB.

??? - Giann, Neil, and Vyn formed the NXX Investigation Team

2029-2030??? - During an NSB mission, Luke and his team is gravely injured by a toxic gas attack. During treatment, they were contaminated by an unknown drug (NXX). Luke is the sole survivor.

2029-Present Day- Artem joins the team. Neil goes missing shortly after, followed by Giann. Marius, Rosa, and Luke join subsequently.

That said here are my theories and headcanons. :

Considering the possibilities that this drug can do, a lot of parties would be interested in getting their hands and developing the drug. NSB included. It wouldn't be so strange if they wanted it for themselves to more effectively cure their agents or even create some super-soldiers out of it.

I don't think Luke getting into the NSB is an accident. Neither is Luke's parents' death nor was the incident that caused him the infection and the illness. Tears of Themis really likes making parallels between the boys and the chapters their featured in. In Main Story Episode 3, Jasmine Kenders was murdered for being a whistle-blower, this could have happened to Luke's parents as well if they whistle-blowed during their time as researchers of the NXX drug. I feel that the NSB has had their eyes on Luke for the longest time. Luke is their most competent agent, perhaps they wanted to see how much the drug would affect someone with his physicality.

Speaking of parallels, the parallels in this chapter... oh man... Hank Barnes and Luna Barnes losing their parents at a young age. Luna Barnes taking a "miracle" drug, thinking she's actually recovering only for her condition to succumb... HMM, DOESN'T THAT SOUND REALLY FAMILIAR... LUKE, WHY CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING. Syringes that killed the three victims, just like the ones Luna Barnes were take. YOU KNOW WHO ELSE IS TAKING SYRINGES.

PAX is not completely innocent I think. They definitely have some motives in wanting to get to the root of the NXX drug trade, whether it is to wash their hands clean or remedy the past. This is definitely a headcanon, but what if Carerina was given the NXX to let her live a little longer before she died... This would definitely increase the stakes and provide ulterior motives for both Giann and Marius. Austin... I'm looking at you.

We don't know much about Rosa's parents. But they've been missing and out of sight. Perhaps it's just Main Protagonist Things(TM) but I think it's very suspicious.

Honestly, I feel like I'm just rambling at this point. But I feel like... someone should chart out all the chapters that have happened into a board and start threading things together. There's so much stuff I don't remember. I need to lie down.

[butchreyes]

@carlos-in-glasses @strandnreyes and @heartstringsduet tagged me in seven sentence sunday.... how about the whole thing instead?

jet-setters / 3.9k / rated e

carlos and tk take their second honeymoon, and tk is a spoiled brat (affectionate).

Carlos tips his head against the edge of the jacuzzi, his eyes closed against the late afternoon sun, warm water lapping at his neck. He’d only meant to take a quick soak, something to soothe his muscles after a long day of hiking. But the tub has a certain hypnotic effect— the low rumble of jets are like white noise, lulling him halfway to sleep. He’d been happy to indulge TK with this vacation after their dud of a honeymoon, which Carlos spent sitting by the pool in monastic silence, pinned by the weight of his recent loss. TK had been patient with him then, for the most part. He tended to Carlos like a wounded bird; bringing him drinks garnished with huge pieces of fruit, poking him occasionally to test his reactions. This was probably all just as much for TK’s entertainment as it was for Carlos’s own good. Still, Carlos felt he owed his husband a do-over.  They picked up a few brochures featuring local attractions in the resort lobby, and have been steadily crossing them off since their arrival: guided tours of ancient ruins, marketplaces where the locals charge exuberantly for woven bracelets and colorful rocks that supposedly possess healing powers. The novelty of it all delights TK, and Carlos has been following his lead— the doting, obedient husband, his fanny pack stuffed with sunscreen and bottled water, haggling with vendors over whatever cheap souvenirs TK points at. All the while, TK keeps looking at him with that hopeful smile of his, trying to gauge whether Carlos is still having fun. Of course he’s having fun, Carlos tells him— he always has fun with TK. But they could have fun anywhere. They could have fun back home in Austin. Carlos would much rather take advantage of all the things they don’t have at home: breakfast brought right to their door, rose petals on fresh linens he doesn’t have to wash himself, a private patio with a jacuzzi long enough to span the full length of his body. He stretches his legs and lets his feet float to he surface, toes poking out into fresh, cool air. It’s nice enough, he thinks, just to float here. Surrounded by warmth; unburdened by the weight of his body, the sound of his thoughts. It’s almost meditative.

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@mooshkat @carlos-tk @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @welcometololaland @rmd-writes

[blerb-f1]

Junge - Sebastian Vettel x reader

Sebastians Parents hate his career choice but at least you're here.

This is like a prequel to THIS fanfic - please beware that Sebs actual parents are incredibly cute and supportive and also i didn't mean to make like consistent songfics yet here we are. Its about "Junge" by "Die Ärtze"

hahahahaha

America's West, the vast prairie

And right in the middle of it: A small house

And in it: A concerned mother

2023 - Sebastian has just announced his retirement. You, his trusty Engineer since the Toro Rosso Days have spent the day looking back and reminiscing. Throughout the years you’ve had people come and go in your lives, but only you two and Britta, his manager, were truly consistent. One Group of People you absolutely couldn't count on were his parents.

They happily supported his Kart Career but going into F1? Never, F1 was for nobodies and troublemakers. If asked in which Michael would fall, they’d just say “Schumi is an exception”

Throughout the BMW Sauber Testing Years Seb would exist in the car given to him by BMW, friends apartments or hotels rented by Sauber themselves but never anything consistent. Once the move to Torro Rosso happened, with you becoming his equally young engineer, Red Bull made the decision to rent an apartment for you to share. Although you weren't a Red Bull Junior, Fate brought it this way. 

You’d taken way too many angry calls of Sebs Parents, causing you to one day chuck his mobile phone down the toilet- He was enraged but life soon improved until the worst day  happened. Your apartment was small yet cozy with each of you decorating their room lively. His covered in trophies and race suits, yours with study notes and smart looking graphs. Both however representative of your interests, with your shared common space housing your gaming consoles, a popcorn maker you bought thinking you’d use it a lot and a massive pullout couch someone put out for free which you transported home hanging off Sebs BMW X3 

Boy (Boy), why haven't you learned anything?

Look at Dieter, he even has a car!

Why don't you go to Uncle Werner's workshop?

He'll give you a permanent employment, if you ask him about it

Boy (Boy, Boy)

That was the first thing barreling out of a phone held to your ears. 

Sebastian and You had just entered the Red Bull Factory during off week to test new parts on the car. You, additionally, had more classes on being a Race Engineer. While you already were supporting him during races, you still had to study more to become better.

Just as you were about to enter the elevator, Helmut Marko came angrily flying towards you. 

“SEBASTIAN VETTEL! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M TAKING CALLS FOR YOU!” he shouted, throwing his Motorola towards you both. His moms shriekky noisy voice echoed through the speaker. 

His Cousin Dieter was a useless POS, whom his Uncle Werner, the workshop owner, coddled until there was no tomorrow. You had the displeasure of meeting them both when his parents sent them to your shared apartment, in hopes of building bridges. You both however preferred the Fernando Alonso Bridge and set this bridge on fire with a can of gasoline.

They were horrible rude upon intruding on your shared space. Dieter insulting your gaming setup, Werner complaining about your general decor and moving in. You’d gotten very fed up with them, opening the door and telling them to Leave that exact second.

Afterwards you and Seb had celebrated by ordering expensive Delivery Pizza while watching 100% Pirated movies. Most likely an Austin Powers Movie.

And the way you always look, holes in your pants, and always this racket

(What will the neighbors say?)

And your hair too, words fail me - do you have to dye it?

(What will the neighbors say?)

You never come home, we don't know what to do anymore

"DON'T GET THE TUB DIRTY!" you shrieked as Seb was trying to wash the dye out of your hair. You'd attempted to dye your hair purple and black with Seb being the one doing the work. He was, however, not good at being cleanly. He'd gotten dye inside of his gloves, on his pants and covered half of the apartment in the process. The washing out process was equally catastrophic with him getting your old bathroom tiles covered as well. 

As some dye was left over, you decided to apply it to his beautiful locks. You both came out very matchy. His hair had him look like a black-purple Raccoon and as he was a skinny boy, he looked more like a hungry raccoon than the fat ones you’d usually see rummaging on TV.

The day after you had an appointment with a piercer to get further piercings, the guy immediately thought you were a couple because of the matching hair.  You got multiple Piercings, each of them becoming their own memory for the future. You still remembered Brittas Expression as you turned up on Monday with all the metal jingling of your ears and in your face.

What you hadn't however expected, was receiving an invite to Sebastian's Aunts Birthday Party.  The Raccoon dye in his hair greatly contrasted the grown up BMW you found yourself in as you two were approaching Heppenheim. Seb took you along as an emotional support animal to better endure the party. You had met his parents before, the day they turned up at your house and another when they turned up at the factory. The day they had turned up at your house, you had your lovely neighbor open the building's front door. She was a lovely lady with hearing issues so you could be as loud as you wanted without bothering her. She often would cook for you in turn helping her with heavy tasks. She shushed them away and made you a hearty meal.

As the car pulled into his old home's driveway, you clearly saw people rushing towards the front door and stumbling out. Seb was clutching the wheel tightly, you both had been driving all the way from Austria so you were already pretty tired.

As you stepped outside you could hear his mom let out a surprised scream, it getting louder as Sebastian stepped out. Your favorite Piercing (a chain connecting from your lips to the ear) was glittering under the porchlight as his little brother rushed out, pushing his mom aside. He jumped upwards into Sebs Arms, possibly being the one most excited for his return.

“Who is this…Woman?” his mom asked, almost snakelike. 

“My Race Engineer and Roommate, Y/N”, Seb stated while brushing through his brother's hair.

Boy (Boy) don't break your mother's heart

It's not too late to enroll at university

You used to be interested in animals, wouldn't that be worth pursuing?

Your own vet practice, Boy

The dinner was uncomfortable to say the least. His aunt was to your surprise the one married to Werner, so he, the aunt and Dieter kept giving you dirty looks. His grandparents were equally unhappy with your both looks. Meanwhile his little brother was trying to show him pictures and awards. His Mom didn’t miss a single Chance to insult his driving career, only his dad stayed quiet. Then she started, talking about his love for animals and proposing he should become a vet again. A proposal, she kept repeating uselessly. 

Finally she dragged him away and his little brother approached you with shimmering eyes, inviting you to his room to show you his collection of things. 

You happily took the chance to flee from annoying relatives as you settled onto Fabians Bed, the sheets with car print giving way under your bum. The quiet mumbling from downstairs being way more endurable than the massively loud chatter. You would always pick the sound of a screaming V10, even if it would blast your hearring away. It would at least protect you from the pain of being repeatedly and hiddenly insulted.

knock knock

His father came in, face pulled into a mildly sad expression as he sheepishly stood in front of the room's door. you eyed him, waiting for more insults of your person to be hurled at you.

Instead however, he gave you a bag.

“Y/N, right?”

“Yeah”

“Please” he was a quiet man, his age clearly visible on his face. “Please give this to Sebastian. Heike, she… She isn’t herself . This isn’t like her. But Seb, he should have this back.”

You take the bag and gingerly lay it on the mattress next to you.

“If she’s gotten so bad, why don’t you leave her?”

“I promised to stick to her, in good and bad times.”

And the way you always look, piercings in your nose, and always this racket

(What will the neighbors say?)

Electric guitars and always these lyrics

Nobody wants to listen to that

(What will the neighbors say?)

You never come home, so much bad company

We will disinherit you

(What will the tax office say?)

How is it all going to end, we are worried

Seb and You were finally back home. Home, yes that’s what Austria had become for you both.  

The apartment was quiet until you rummaged through the cupboard, pulling out an  Electric Guitar and its required equipment. You gave Seb a cheeky grin before proceeding to play Wonderwall by Oasis. “Not Wonderwall…” Sebastian moaned.

You handed him the Guitar. “Then play something Better, Starboy!”

“But I don't know how to?”

“Just let it out!” you screamed before stomping around the living room, tumbling over collections of varying junk and memorabilia. 

clinggggg

You’d stumbled over the long forgotten bag his father had handed you. The Guitar abruptly stopped as Seb dropped it onto the Sofa while staring the bags contents

His first trophy, his favorite stuffed animal and his laminated photos of meeting Michael for the first time.

“Where did you get those from?” Seb asked with anger lacing his voice.

“Your father gave them to me.”

He looked between you and the bag's contents, difficulty enshrining his expression as you bent down, picking up the trophy. You lifted it, brushing your shirt over it. After a serious glance you shoved his newest trophies to the side and placed it smack dab in the middle. You could clearly imagine the little, then blonde boy, bursting with pride upon being handed it by his childhood Idol Michael Schumacher.

And you were such a sweet child

And you were such a sweet child

And you were such a sweet child

You were so sweet

And always your friends, I bet you all take drugs

And always this racket

(What will the neighbors say?)

Think of your future, think of your parents

Do you want us to die?

[madhattersez]

I finally got my hands on something I've been looking for (for a reasonable price) since I was just a lowly little level 12 hornball - A "Marvel Swimsuit Special!"

This is the second issue in the series (though the third book of its kind), and it was released in 1993 when... times were different.

The coolest thing about them (other than the totally radical '90s hunkeroos and baberinos in general) is the amount of really talented artists that submitted pieces - So many industry-leading folks putting their spin on the self-aware, low-brow, tongue-in-cheek project.

This first image was by Joe Jusko, a super popular cover artist at the time. I remember his Conan covers the most.

I'll eventually scan the whole thing in high quality, but for now, I'll take some preview pics to show you some of my favorite and/or goofiest pages:

Here is Domino, looking like we might need to race her to a Dermatology appointment. She's apparently tacky enough to wear a swimsuit with a domino print on it.

And check out Cable in the back - Sun's out, cyberbun out! He's ready to catch some waves on a totally-worth-the-money-and-production-time rocket-powered machine gun surfboard.

I really appreciate this artist's commitment to all the "Liefeld pouches" here. I hope they're waterproof, or all those Tic Tacs inside 'em are gonna get ruined. :(

Penciling by Chris Batista, ink by Hector Collazo, coloring by Mark McNaab.

Let's kick off the "after the jump" part properly with this glorious image of Pip. Because this is certainly what people bought this book for.

It just so happens that this fuzzy little asshole narrates the entire issue, so he's to blame for the inherently sexist captions on all the pictures.

Jesus Christ, he's got two big toes on each foot.

Pencilking by Darick Robertson, ink by Andrew Pepoy, coloring by Tom Smith.

I love me some Cloak and Dagger.

Tandy looks as gorgeous as ever. Surely she owns stock in boobie tape by now.

Tyrone, however, is getting so much sand stuck to him right now... I don't think he digs being used as a beach blanket. I'm... not even sure he's ever had to wash his cloak before today! Yikes. He's all like:

Penciling by Joe Madureira, ink by Terry Austin, and coloring by Gregory Wright.

I can't stop laughing at how much Thunderstrike looks exactly like the Genetic Freak, Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner in this picture:

The work is entirely by Lou Harrison. It may not surprise you to learn he's also a Fantasy artist.

I've always had a thing for Silver Sable, and this page is just fantastic.

That being said, my favorite part is Sandman sitting there, looking like a dope, shaped like a sand castle. Which, while it seems silly, was probably the most challenging and detailed thing I've ever seen him do with his powers. Worth it for the shot, I suppose!

Line work and ink by Steven Butler, a favorite of mine. He did penciling for the "Silver Sable and the Wild Pack" series (which got me attached), but he's also known for designing the Scarlet Spider suit. Coloring by Gregory Wright.

If you thought I wasn't going to Morb out on this post, you were undead wrong.

Just look at that ridiculous batpackage. Also... Is he really serving a cape over a leather jacket, but with absolutely no pants? Damn, dude.

Penciling by Gary Barker, ink by Jimmy Palmiotti, coloring by Tom Smith.

I can spot Adam Hughes' work a mile away, wow. I guess I didn't realize he was doing work for Marvel this far back.

A fierce-as-ever, short-haired Natasha who looks like she got slammed so hard against a rocky wall that it cracked, got up, emptied out the rest of her clip, and still had enough time and energy to pose during a reload.

Black Widow, bay-bayyy. ♫

Oh my god, Ghost Rider is just so naughty. Wearing nothing but his birthday bones.

This scene just looks like it smells awful.

Artwork by Tristan Shane.

Shulkie in a metal bikini (function over fashion?), bursting out of the lava from an active volcano. You wanna talk "hot tub?" Sure, this gets a feature.

Penciling and ink by cover artist Steve Geiger, coloring by Paul... Mounts.

Deezamn, Bishop. Never seen guy looking so buff before.

Instead of just Bishop, this looks like Hank McCoy and Bishop had a child together. Does he have any other mode than "arm vein p-pop?"

Penciling by Dwayne Turner, ink by Mark Farmer, coloring by Gregory Wright.

Ah, one of the more famous '90s Psylocke images that wasn't done by Jim Lee.

This centerfold was used in lots of comic store ads for several years after this issue came out. I remember seeing posters in the shops themselves. Trading cards of this picture are one of the most costly to collect.

It's beautiful, and the colors/lighting/shading are all fantastic.

Penciling and ink by the wonderful Art Thibert, creator of the Raft max security prison and inker of some of the most iconic X-title covers.

Coloring by Paul Mounts, who did the coloring in hundreds and hundreds of just Marvel comics alone - I didn't mention that earlier because I was snickering at his name earlier in the She-Hulk feature. My bad.

Well, this wouldn't be Tumblr without a cat picture, yeah? Or a catgirl picture, I suppose.

This is the most adorable scene in the book. Just Tigra innocently taking a cuddle nap with some... um... wow, I don't know what the fuck those things are. Snuggle up anyway!

Penciling and ink by Amanda Conner, coloring by Gregory Wright.

Huh. Of all the characters in this book, I really didn't expect to see Dr. Cooper... Either which way, the swimsuit under the detective get-up is pretty choice, honestly.

This is, of course, another Adam Hughes line art joint. Ink by Mark Farmer, coloring by Gregory Wright (who did a lot of these, huh?).

What's this? A parody ad that you'd more expect to see in an issue of "What The--?!" that only '80s kids will understand? Yup, totally.

This was in the back of the book and doesn't fit the theme at all, but it gets a mention because of the weird inclusion and also to stall time until I had the final image ready, because I needed time to prepare...

THIS.

This is the one.

How could I not end this little "show and tell" without this beauty right here?

Here, we have remorseless killer Frank Castle flexing his best end-of-catwalk pose in front of a... wrestling match between a bunch of lady demon dinosaurs battling... for his affection? To tip him American cash? Or maybe all those hearts come from their love of beating each other up? I'm not here to judge.

And then there's a sign for 75 cent hotdogs, but it's been covered with another sign for... $20 tooth brushes? What in the shit is going on here?

There is one thing I do know, though. The artist wants you to think that The Punisher has at least $2.75 worth of hotdog under that massive crotch skull.

[penroseparticle]

Music asks: 5, 9, 18

5. A song that needs to be played LOUD

Fuck Up The Friendship- The Knocks Remix by Leah Kates. It's gotta be like. Fucknasty making out at the bar at the end of a night out. Entirely too fucking loud in here but you guys are in your own little world yeah?

9. A song that makes you happy

You Wish by Flyana Boss. What a good song. It's perfect. It is exactly long enough, it's exactly stupid enough. The whole song wrapped up in an extended Austin Powers reference, it's got some of the crispest blasphemy this side of the 2010's, it's got that bedroom laptop feeling but the production is still tight. The girlies know how to spit a bar and the references are, in a word, risible (as in they got me to laugh. A lot. Like a lot a lot. Not that I thought the wordplay was laughable. It was fun and fresh.)

Also the Chipotle video makes me happy all the times I remember it. Idk the fishbowl lens effect and them running is just the frenetic energy that this song's video needed. Great stuff girls and you haven't disappointed since.

Honorable Mention: I Don't Wanna Dance by Top Bunk. Man what the fuck am I even talkin about? Let's tear this shit up. Again- so stupid but so fun to dance to. It's got charisma.

18. A song from the year that you were born

Everyone say thank you to Martha Wash for Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now) by C&C Music Factory ft. Freedom Williams. You know, because she was uncredited, they cast a skinny woman as her in the video, and she's the only memorable bit of the song.

[starleska]

'oh you know what? yeah you'd like Deadpool because he's kind of like Austin Powers'

will someone please grab my friends by the neck and hang them on a washing line somewhere so they'll stop saying stuff like this to me I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH 😭😭😭😭

[edgessunflower]

Can you do "allowing physical touch" prompt with Nick Wayne x fem reader? The reader is insecure about her chest size (very small) and finally decides to let Nick touch her there for the first time? No smut or anything like that just fluff and the reader loving herself for how she is

Thank you!

Bloom

Pairing: Nick Wayne x Fem reader

Description: A tender intimate moment between you and Nick helps you grow self confidence and start to show love towards yourself

Nick felt like his body had been smashed between two trains as he showers trying to keep his eyes open while you brought dinner upstairs sitting on the bed waiting for him. "Thank you baby, I need this" you kiss his temple before the two of you ate dinner while episodes of Criminal Minds played as both of you ate the warm meal before you took the dishes back downstairs and coming back upstairs leading to you stripping out of your clothes to change into pajamas noticing nick dozing off as you unclipped your bra even though you wouldn't need one at all, you covered your arms over your chest while walking to the dresser before turning around only to bump into nick which slightly startled you as you looked up at him feeling his thumb along your skin looking down to find his hands on your ribs before slowly moving up until they were over your breasts which made heat flood your face while looking away feeling embarrassed about your cup size which was an A cup size. Your confidence was really brought down by it and was one of the reasons you were never fully naked around him afraid of him being disgusted by your body but now as you looked at his hands moving along your breasts made your heart shake and flutter, "You are beautiful inside and out" he kisses your nose before the two of you were pressed chest to chest in a comfortable silence and warmth that added intimacy and a domesticated tenderness to the moment as you laid in his arms in nothing but your underwear and his boxers looking at yourself in the mirror the next morning while brushing your teeth and washing your face with a smile as a unexpected sense of confidence surged through you leading to you walking downstairs in a cut dress that showed just a little bit of cleavage which made nick choke on his drink. The next few weeks only made the confidence grow as you were soon out swimming in a two piece bikini rather than wearing a one piece or just a tank top and shorts and even wearing lingerie to bed or surprising nick wearing it when he would come home from being on the road, nick noticed the change in how you not only dressed but how you showed yourself over the next few weeks watching you bloom and blossom into a new version of yourself that treated yourself with the same care, kindness, tenderness, and unconditional love that you treated him and everyone else in your life that made nick proud of you from the bottom of his heart and more than he could ever say or show as the two of you were snuggled on the couch with drinks, snack, and takeout dinner while watching Austin Powers.

[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 23/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, age gap, fuff

Word Count: 5680

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As Jensen slowly withdrew from you, a tangible sense of loss swept through you, his warmth and presence receding. The immediate aftermath was a gentle, intimate reminder of your shared moments—his release, evidence of your closeness and intensity, softly spilling from you and marking the sheets beneath. The sensation was both profoundly intimate and startlingly tender, eliciting a shiver that rippled across your skin.

You melted further into him, his arms still encircling you, his touch reassuring and gentle as he sensed your reaction. Jensen's eyes searched yours, softening with affection and a quiet, protective tenderness that made your heart swell. He brushed a kiss against your forehead, a simple, loving gesture that spoke volumes.

"You´re okay?", he whispered, his voice laced with concern and care. It was a soft check-in, a moment of grounding amidst the intensity of your shared passion.

You nodded, feeling a warm glow of contentment despite the slight chill from the exposed air on your damp skin. "I'm more than okay", you murmured back, your voice a contented sigh. His steady presence was comforting, and the depth of your connection felt more profound now, wrapped in the quiet aftermath.

Jensen smiled, a genuine expression that reached his eyes, crinkling them at the corners. He pulled you gently against his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace as he let out a deep breath, still slightly ragged from the intensity of your shared moments. You could feel his heart beating steadily beneath your cheek, and the sound of his breathing began to slow, matching the calm rhythm of the quiet room.

“You’re wearing me out, baby”, he chuckled softly, his voice full of affection and playful exhaustion. His chest vibrated with the sound, the warmth of his body radiating into yours. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering in the soft strands of your hair as if savoring the closeness.

You smiled against his skin, feeling a peaceful glow wash over you as his words wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. The exhaustion in his voice wasn’t one of complaint—it was filled with contentment, a reflection of how deeply the two of you had connected. There was something grounding in the way he held you, as if nothing outside this moment mattered.

“You’re not too tired for me, are you?”, you teased softly, your voice muffled slightly as you nuzzled closer to him, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. There was a lightness to your tone, playful yet laced with affection.

Jensen grinned, and you could feel the curve of his lips against your forehead before he kissed it again, softer this time. “Never too tired for you”, he murmured. “But you have to promise not to break me”. His voice was laced with humor, but beneath it, there was a sincerity that spoke of how much he valued these quiet moments with you.

As you nestled closer against him, you whispered softly, “As long as you don’t break my heart”. Your words hung in the air, delicate yet weighty with vulnerability. Jensen’s heart clenched in response. It wasn’t often that you revealed something so raw, something that hinted at the fragility beneath your strength. He knew you as someone strong and self-assured, rarely letting your guard down, and that made your quiet admission all the more powerful.

Jensen’s breath caught for a moment, his chest tightening with a wave of emotion he hadn’t anticipated. He gently lifted your chin with his fingers so he could look into your eyes, his expression softening into something deeply tender. “Hey”, he whispered, his voice hushed but steady, “I would never do that. Not in a million years”.

His thumb brushed along your jawline, his gaze intense with sincerity. The depth of his feelings for you shone clearly in his eyes, and it made your heart skip a beat. He leaned in, pressing his forehead gently to yours, the closeness palpable.

"I promise you", Jensen said softly, his voice trembling just slightly with the gravity of his vow. "I’m here for the long haul. You don’t ever have to worry about that". He kissed you again, this time with more weight, more meaning behind it, as if he was trying to imprint the truth of his words into your skin.

You closed your eyes, letting his words and his warmth wash over you, feeling the knot of fear in your chest loosen just a bit. His reassurance, spoken with such conviction, wrapped around your heart like a protective shield.

He held you tighter after that, as if the very thought of hurting you was unbearable to him. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing steadied once more, and the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a peaceful calm.

For a long while, neither of you spoke. The quiet intimacy that settled between you needed no words—just the silent exchange of trust, affection, and the promise of something deeper.

Jensen finally broke the silence, his voice softer now, like a gentle breeze. "You’re everything to me, you know that?". His tone held no trace of his earlier teasing, just a raw, honest truth that he laid bare for you.

In that moment, the two of you were wrapped in something far more powerful than just passion—there was safety, love, and the shared understanding that whatever lay ahead, you’d face it together.

You took a deep breath, the weight of Jensen’s words settling over you like a warm blanket. The vulnerability you’d shown and the sincerity he’d given in return made the moment feel raw and real, but it also carried a sense of peace that you hadn’t expected. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to sink fully into the comfort of his embrace, feeling his strong arms around you, holding you close as if to protect you from anything the world could throw your way.

His hand continued to stroke your back gently, tracing small, soothing patterns that made you feel even more at ease. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart—a reassuring sound that brought a soft smile to your lips. There, in the quiet of the room, you felt safe. Safe from the doubts and fears that had lingered in your mind, safe from the uncertainties of life, because right here in Jensen’s arms, none of that seemed to matter.

“I love you”, you whispered, your voice barely audible, but the words were filled with all the meaning you hadn’t yet said. You felt him tense for a moment, just enough for you to notice, before he relaxed completely against you.

He tightened his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer as if he could fuse you both into one. “I love you, too”, he whispered back, his voice rough with emotion. “More than you could ever know”.

A soft, contented sigh escaped your lips, and you felt your body melt into his. Everything felt right, as if this was exactly where you were meant to be. No more barriers, no more hesitation—just you and him, tangled together in the warmth of shared love and trust.

Jensen pressed another gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there as if to seal the moment. The world outside could wait, because right now, there was nothing else but the two of you, wrapped up in each other, both knowing that this was only the beginning of something beautiful and lasting.

As your breathing evened out and sleep began to take over, you felt a deep sense of peace wash over you.

The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You were both still entangled in the warmth of the bed, your limbs heavy with the comfortable laziness that comes after a long night of intimacy and peace. Neither of you had set an alarm, and the world outside seemed distant and unimportant—until the sudden, loud hammering on the door shattered the quiet serenity.

“Jensen!”, Jared’s voice boomed through the door, his heavy knocks relentless. “Dude, you gotta get up! You’re going to be late!”.

You stirred first, blinking against the light as you took in Jared’s words, your heart sinking a little as you processed what he said. You shifted slightly, nudging Jensen, who was still half-asleep beside you, his face peaceful and relaxed.

“Jensen”, you whispered, your voice a mix of urgency and guilt for waking him. “You’ve got to get up. Jared’s at the door, and I think… I think you’re going to be late for the convention”.

Jensen groaned softly, his brows furrowing as reality slowly began to sink in. He blinked his eyes open, the haze of sleep still clinging to him as he registered the situation. Then, suddenly, his eyes widened, and he bolted upright in the bed.

“Shit”, he muttered under his breath, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. He had less than an hour to be at the convention, and the hotel was a 50-minute drive away. “Shit, shit, shit”.

The knocking on the door continued, and Jensen threw the covers off, scrambling to get out of bed.

You quickly pulled on Jensen’s oversized T-shirt from the day before, the fabric soft against your skin, smelling faintly of him. You padded over to the door, your bare feet light on the floor, and as soon as you opened it, Jared barged in with his usual boisterous energy.

“Dude, you don’t have the time to shower!”, Jared yelled toward the closed bathroom door, his voice echoing through the room.

You stepped aside, trying to stifle a laugh as you watched the chaos unfold. Jensen had already slammed the bathroom door shut behind him, the sound of rushing water filling the air despite Jared’s protests.

Jared turned to you, his eyes narrowing as he caught a whiff of the unmistakable scent lingering in the air—warmth, skin, and the unmistakable musk of intimacy. He scrunched his nose dramatically, his eyebrows shooting up in realization. His lips twisted into a wry grin, and he quickly backtracked on his earlier outburst.

“Actually, on second thought…”, Jared said, raising his hands in surrender, “maybe the shower’s not such a bad idea”.

You laughed softly, leaning against the doorframe. “Yeah, I think he might need it”, you quipped, trying to ignore the faint blush that crept up your cheeks.

Jared gave you a teasing glance, but there was no judgment there—just his usual easygoing humor. He leaned against the back of the couch, folding his arms over his chest as he settled into the role of the begrudging best friend on morning damage control.

“You two really outdid yourselves, huh?”, he teased, his grin widening as he wagged a finger in your direction. “No wonder Ackles overslept. Poor guy never stood a chance”.

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. “Well, you’re not exactly helping him get out of here on time, either”.

Jared chuckled and shrugged. “Hey, I tried. But I guess some things just take priority, huh?”.

The sound of the water shutting off signaled that Jensen had, indeed, opted for a very quick shower. Jared straightened up, clapping his hands together in a mock show of urgency. “Alright, alright. Let’s get him out the door before we’re both banned from every convention for life”.

A moment later, Jensen emerged from the bathroom, still damp but looking more awake, a towel wrapped around his waist as he frantically searched for his clothes.

Jared raised an eyebrow. “Feeling better now?”.

Jensen shot him a look, half-annoyed and half-amused. “I had to rinse off. Trust me, it was necessary”. He quickly started pulling on his clothes, the urgency in his movements palpable as he tried to make up for lost time.

Jared smirked. “Yeah, I bet it was”.

You crossed your arms, watching them banter. It was chaotic, sure, but there was a comfort in the chaos—a feeling of being part of something that felt right, even in moments like this.

Jensen turned to you as he pulled on his jacket, his eyes softening for a brief moment amidst the rush. “I’ll see you later”, he promised, leaning in to kiss you quickly but tenderly. “Thanks for dealing with this madness”.

You smiled up at him. “Good luck. Try not to let Jared distract you too much”.

Jared scoffed as he grabbed Jensen’s phone off the table, tossing it to him. “I’m the one keeping this guy on track. You should be thanking me”.

Jensen laughed, shaking his head as he slipped his shoes on. “Alright, let’s go before we’re both late”.

With one last glance and a smile in your direction, Jensen followed Jared out the door, the two of them heading off to make it to the convention with minutes to spare. As the door clicked shut behind them, you were left with the lingering sense of warmth and contentment that seemed to fill every corner of the room.

As they hurried out of the hotel, Jensen buttoned up the last few buttons of his dress shirt with one hand while simultaneously trying to buckle his belt with the other. His hair was still wet and unruly from the rushed shower, the droplets glistening in the morning sun as they made their way toward the black van parked in front of the hotel.

Jared walked beside him with a grin so wide it was practically impossible to ignore. “Man, you are such a mess this morning”, Jared teased, glancing over at Jensen’s disheveled appearance. “If the fans saw you like this, they’d swear you were just getting out of a rock concert, not heading into a convention”.

Jensen let out a groan as he finally managed to fasten his belt, his fingers fumbling with the last stubborn button on his shirt. “Yeah, well, not all of us have the luxury of rolling out of bed looking like a shampoo commercial”, he shot back, still slightly breathless from the rushed start to his morning.

Jared chuckled as they approached the black van, clearly relishing the opportunity to give Jensen a hard time. “Man, I swear, if we had a camera crew following us right now, the fans would lose it. You, all frazzled and barely dressed, stumbling out of the hotel…".

Jensen rolled his eyes, yanking open the van door and climbing inside. “Don’t give them any ideas. The last thing I need is another set of memes floating around Twitter of me looking like I just crawled out of a ditch”.

Jared grinned as he followed suit, sliding into the seat next to him. “Oh, you know they’d love it. ‘Jensen Ackles: rugged, messy, but still ridiculously handsome.’ It’s all part of the charm, man”.

Jensen scoffed, though the corner of his mouth tugged upward in a reluctant smile. “Yeah, sure. Nothing says charm like bedhead and barely buttoned clothes”.

As the van pulled away from the curb, the familiar hum of the engine drowned out the morning rush outside. Jared, still grinning like a Cheshire cat, leaned back in his seat and turned to Jensen, his expression full of playful mischief.

"So, how'd you sleep last night?", Jared asked, his tone dripping with implication. His grin widened as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Jensen shot him a warning look but couldn’t fully hide the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You really want to go there?”, he asked, his voice low but teasing. He ran a hand through his still-damp hair, trying to smooth it down somewhat. "Because I don’t think you want the details".

Jared laughed, unfazed by Jensen’s attempt at deflecting. “Oh, I don’t need details”, he quipped, his voice loud enough to earn a glance from the driver. “I think it’s pretty obvious. I’m just asking if you got any actual sleep in between all that… activity”.

Jensen rolled his eyes, leaning his head back against the seat. “Well, considering I’m currently running on fumes and you had to practically break the door down to wake me up, I’d say… not much”.

Jared snickered, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Yeah, I figured as much. But hey, at least you look like you had a good time. That’s the important part”.

Jensen couldn’t help but laugh at Jared’s relentless teasing, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “You know, you’re way too entertained by this”.

“What can I say?”, Jared shrugged, still grinning. “Seeing you all flustered and rushed—it’s not something that happens every day. I’m just enjoying the rare moment”.

“Yeah, well, you can enjoy it all you want. Just make sure I don’t fall asleep during the panel, alright?”.

Jared laughed again. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you awake. If anything, the fans will do that for me. You know they’re going to be hyped to see you, even if you are still half-asleep and slightly disheveled”.

Jensen chuckled, finally feeling a bit more relaxed as the banter between them settled into something familiar and comfortable. “Alright, alright. Just… no more questions about my sleep, alright?”.

Jared grinned but nodded in agreement, holding up his hands as if in surrender. “Deal. But if you nod off during the panel, I reserve the right to take pictures”.

Jensen groaned dramatically. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”.

“Not a chance”, Jared replied, laughing as he leaned back into his seat, crossing his arms contentedly. “Not a chance”.

With the teasing winding down, the two of them settled into a more comfortable silence, the van steadily making its way toward the convention center. Jensen gazed out the window, his mind already shifting gears as he mentally prepared for the day ahead. Even with the chaos of the morning, there was something grounding in the routine of it all—an unspoken understanding that no matter how rushed or exhausted he felt, once he stepped in front of those fans, everything would fall into place.

After Jensen and Jared left, you let yourself fall back onto the bed, savoring a brief moment of solitude. The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the earlier chaos. You sighed, closing your eyes for a brief respite.

However, as you adjusted your position, your bare leg inadvertently brushed against the wet spot on the mattress where Jensen’s cum had dripped. The unexpected sensation made you wince slightly, a mix of discomfort and lingering embarrassment washing over you.

You sat up, grimacing as you wiped your leg with the edge of the bedspread, trying to rid yourself of the sticky feeling.

You sighed, shaking your head as you made your way towards the bathroom, feeling the remnants of the morning's chaos lingering on your skin. The idea of a hot shower was more than appealing; it was necessary. The water would wash away not just the physical mess but also the haze of exhaustion that clung to you after such an eventful night and morning.

As you turned on the water, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror—your reflection a mix of sleepiness and the subtle glow left over from the intimacy shared with Jensen. Despite feeling worn out, there was still a small smile tugging at your lips. It was hard to deny that being with him brought you a deep sense of contentment, even amidst the rush and mess.

The steam from the shower began to fill the bathroom, and you stepped in, letting the hot water cascade over you. Instantly, the tension in your shoulders eased, and you closed your eyes, relishing the soothing warmth. For a few moments, you allowed yourself to simply exist in the quiet, the sound of the water grounding you as you slowly began to feel more human again.

As you lathered up, your mind wandered to the ticket Jensen had left for you—the front row seat at the convention. He’d been so thoughtful to arrange it, as always, making sure you’d be right there to support him and experience the excitement of the event. But as you rinsed the shampoo from your hair, you couldn’t help but feel a bit torn. After the whirlwind of last night and this morning, you weren’t sure if you had the energy to make it through a day of panels, photo ops, and fan meet-and-greets.

Part of you just wanted to crawl back into bed after the shower, wrap yourself in the blankets, and take a long nap to catch up on the sleep you’d missed. But another part of you didn’t want to let Jensen down. You knew how much he valued your presence there, and how much it meant to him to look out into the crowd and see you smiling back at him.

As you stood under the steady stream of water, you took a deep breath, letting the decision settle in your mind. Maybe you could do both—attend the convention for a while, show your support, and then slip away when you needed a break. It didn’t have to be all or nothing, and Jensen would understand if you decided to take care of yourself first.

You turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed and more clear-headed. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you caught another glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. This time, you looked a little more awake, a little more like yourself.

With a soft smile, you dried off and began to get dressed, feeling ready to face the day—whether that meant a full day at the convention or just a few hours of showing your support. Either way, you knew Jensen would appreciate whatever time you could give, and that thought alone was enough to give you a bit more energy.

In the green room backstage at the convention center, Jensen sat in a chair, his assistant fussing over his now-dried, but still slightly unruly hair. She worked quickly, trying to tame the wild strands into something presentable, using a brush and a small amount of product to smooth down the ends. Jensen sat patiently, though his expression was somewhere between amused and exasperated.

Jared, of course, found the entire situation endlessly entertaining. He sat across the room, leaning back on a couch with a grin plastered on his face, his arms crossed casually over his chest as he watched the scene unfold.

“Man, you’re lucky she’s a miracle worker”, Jared teased, nodding towards the assistant as she meticulously styled Jensen’s hair. “Otherwise, you’d be going out there looking like you just rolled out of a hurricane”.

Jensen shot him a mock glare. “You’re hilarious, you know that?”, he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm, though there was a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

Before Jared could come up with another retort, Jeffrey strolled into the room, a cup of coffee in hand and a curious look on his face. He raised an eyebrow as he took in the scene—Jensen sitting in the chair, his assistant diligently working on his hair, and Jared chuckling to himself like he’d just won the lottery.

“What the hell happened to you, Ackles?”, Jeffrey asked with a smirk, nodding toward Jensen’s hair, which was still in the process of being tamed.

Jensen sighed, shaking his head as he tried to shift in his chair without disrupting his assistant’s work. “Long story”, he muttered, clearly not wanting to dive into the details in front of Jeffrey, especially not with Jared still lurking, waiting to pounce on every opportunity to tease.

Jeffrey grinned, taking a slow sip of his coffee as he leaned against the doorframe, one eyebrow quirked in amusement. “Must’ve been a real long night to end up looking like that”, he said with a playful glint in his eyes. “Don’t think I’ve seen you this roughed up since season two”.

Jared couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore. “Oh, trust me, Jeff, it was a night to remember. But let’s just say it wasn’t because of stunts or late-night script readings”.

Jensen groaned as Jared continued to fuel the teasing fire. “You guys are the worst”, he said, though there was no real heat in his voice. He was used to this kind of ribbing, and despite his feigned annoyance, there was a certain comfort in the familiarity of it all.

“Alright, alright”, Jeffrey said, chuckling as he crossed the room and clapped Jensen on the shoulder. “Just messing with you. But seriously, you good? You look like you could use a nap more than a panel”.

Jensen flashed a quick, tired smile as his assistant finished up with his hair, giving her an appreciative nod before she stepped back, satisfied with her work. “I’m good, I swear”, he said, standing up and straightening his shirt. “Just had a bit of a… late start”.

“Late start?”, Jared chimed in with another smirk. “More like you had zero start. You were still passed out when I came banging on your door”.

"Danneel here or what?".

Jensen tensed slightly at Jeffrey’s question, a fleeting moment of hesitation flashing across his face before he quickly masked it with a casual shrug. “Nah, Danneel’s back home with the kids”, he said smoothly, though there was a subtle edge to his voice that only those who knew him well would catch. He glanced at Jared, silently pleading with him to steer the conversation in another direction.

Jeffrey, oblivious to the shift in the atmosphere, chuckled and took another sip of his coffee. “Well, whatever it was, you look like you’ve been through the wringer. Maybe I’ll let you take the lead on stage today, give you a chance to wake up”.

Jensen let out a short laugh, grateful for the change in subject. “Yeah, we’ll see how that goes. Just don’t leave me hanging out there, alright?”.

“Wouldn’t dream of it”, Jeffrey said with a grin, clapping him on the back again before stepping aside as another assistant signaled that they were needed on stage soon.

As Jensen adjusted his jacket one last time, his mind wandered briefly back to the events of the morning and the night before. His thoughts were still on you, the warmth of your shared moments lingering in the back of his mind even as the chaos of the convention loomed ahead.

“Ready?”, Jared asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Jensen nodded, offering a small smile. “Yeah, let’s do this”.

The three of them moved towards the stage entrance, their banter continuing as the noise of the excited crowd grew louder. Jensen took a deep breath, shaking off the last remnants of sleep and preparing to step into the spotlight.

As you and Jensen checked into the hotel room in Orlando, a sense of calm and contentment settled over you. The last three weeks had been nothing short of perfect—filled with quiet moments, stolen glances, and the kind of intimacy that came from truly being in sync with one another. Though staying hidden hadn’t always been easy, the connection you and Jensen had forged was well worth the occasional stress.

Jensen set both your suitcases to the side and, without missing a beat, stepped behind you. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. His embrace was warm and reassuring, his chest pressing gently against your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Finally”, he murmured softly, his breath warm against your neck. “Just you and me for the night”.

You smiled, leaning into his touch as your body relaxed against his. His presence felt grounding, like a safe harbor after the whirlwind of the past few weeks. The conventions had been exhilarating but also exhausting, with every public appearance requiring careful discretion to keep your relationship under wraps. But in moments like this—just the two of you—it all felt so right, so effortless.

Jensen tightened his hold on you slightly, his lips brushing against the side of your neck in a soft, lingering kiss. “I’ve missed this”, he whispered. “Having you all to myself”.

You let out a small laugh, the sound light and happy. “We’ve been together almost every day for the past three weeks”, you pointed out, turning your head slightly to look at him with a playful smile.

Jensen hummed softly against your neck, his lips brushing your skin as he murmured, “Twelve hours… twelve long hours of traveling without being able to kiss you”. His voice was a low, raspy whisper, filled with a playful frustration. “Do you have any idea how hard that was?”.

You chuckled softly, your smile widening as you leaned back into his chest, enjoying the feel of his arms around you. “You survived, didn’t you?”, you teased, your fingers lightly tracing his forearm as you tilted your head to give him better access to your neck.

“Barely”, Jensen replied with a smirk, his hands slipping down to rest on your hips as he pressed another soft kiss against the curve of your neck, lingering there for a moment as if savoring the contact. “But now I’m making up for lost time”.

His words sent a warm shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile at the gentle way he held you, his breath hot against your skin. The connection between you two had only grown deeper over the past few weeks, and moments like this—where the rest of the world faded away—made everything worth it.

Jensen’s kisses grew more deliberate, his lips tracing slow, tender lines across your neck and shoulder. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”, he whispered between kisses, his voice thick with affection and desire. “Being so close to you all day and not being able to touch you… it’s torture”.

You laughed softly, your heart swelling with warmth at his words. “I guess we’ve gotten pretty good at sneaking around”, you replied playfully, your hands sliding up to rest over his.

Jensen grinned against your skin, pulling you even closer. “Yeah”, he murmured, his tone growing more serious as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “But I’m tired of sneaking. I want more of this… more of us”.

His confession hung in the air, and you felt your breath catch for a moment.

You leaned back just enough to catch his eyes, your heart heavy with the unspoken weight of his confession. “You know it’s not on me”, you whispered gently, your voice tinged with a quiet sadness. Jensen’s arms tightened slightly around you as your whispered words hung in the air.

Jensen’s gaze softened as he looked at you, his thumb brushing gently over your hip in a soothing motion. For a moment, the room was filled with silence, the tension thick but not uncomfortable—more a reflection of the difficult circumstances that had kept you both tiptoeing around each other for weeks.

Little did you know, just a week ago, Jensen had signed the divorce papers his lawyer had prepared. It was a quiet, reflective moment for him—one he hadn’t yet found the words to share with you. The papers had been sent to Danneel, setting in motion a decision that had been long in the making but still weighed heavily on him.

Jensen’s mind flickered back to that moment. It had taken him time to come to terms with it all, but he had finally taken the step forward. Now, being here with you, holding you close, he felt a mix of relief and guilt. He wanted to tell you everything, but the timing never seemed right. He wanted to make sure he was certain, that the path he was choosing was the right one for everyone involved—not just for him, but for his kids, too.

“I know”, Jensen finally said softly, his voice gentle but determined as he looked into your eyes. He swallowed, trying to find the right words. “But I’m working on it. I promise”.

There was a flicker of something in his gaze—something you couldn’t quite place, but it reassured you. The sincerity in his voice was undeniable, and though you didn’t know the full scope of what he meant, you trusted him. You had to.

Your hand reached up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. “I’m here”, you said quietly. “Whenever you’re ready… I’m here”.

Jensen’s lips curved into a soft smile as he pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closing for a moment as he breathed you in, grounding himself in your presence. “I know”, he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “And that’s what keeps me going”.

He kissed you then, slow and deep, like he was pouring everything he couldn’t say into that single moment.

The rest of the evening was spent in a cocoon of intimacy and connection. You and Jensen lost yourselves in each other, the hotel room becoming a private sanctuary where nothing else mattered.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Beauty and the Boss | austin!elvis x oc (part 8)

plot summary: Laura Jean Walker is the daughter to Louisiana’s most powerful mafia boss, but to her, he’s just her jail warden. When she sneaks out to the Louisiana Hayride with her friend she sees Elvis Presley perform and instantly knows something is special about this boy. Especially when he saves her from being assaulted by a townie. She thinks she’s on cloud 9 until she gets kidnapped in the middle of the night by the Memphis Mafia led by Elvis himself. Will Laura Jean try to free herself or will something hold her back from finding her way home?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

pairings: austin!elvis x oc

word count: 2118

warnings/notes: Hey guys! Once again had some time to write a new part to this story so yay! I'm thinking of writing another fan fiction but focusing on older Elvis starting in Hollywodd to when he was in Vegas and another oc character I have in my head. What do you guys think?

Chapter 8

               The passage of time was marked by the lengthy hours it took for the authorities to accept my father's account of fabricating the kidnapping, and afterwards, to release Elvis from his confinement. Ms. Gladys and I were not granted the privilege of waiting for him, therefore we were accompanied in a car and transported back to Graceland. As I sat in the living room at Elvis's piano, Gladys took to the bottle with remarkable ease. Strumming a few notes, I attempted to divert my attention from the nagging worry that had taken hold of me. However, it wasn't the return of Elvis that was causing my unease. Anxiety coursed through me as I contemplated the gravity of Daddy's ominous warning. "I hope you're ready for what that means," he had uttered. I was oblivious to its meaning, yet I refused to succumb to his intimidation or allow him to demonize Elvis. The anticipation of the consequences was equally agonizing to experiencing them firsthand. Had it not been for Ms. Gladys' disapproval of underage drinking, I might have indulged in a glass myself.

              The first light of day was just beginning to break when the sound of a car engine could be heard outside. As I gazed out the window, my eyes fell upon the sight of Elvis and Colonel emerging from the back seat. A wave of relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile to myself. As Elvis stepped into the threshold, his mother's arms enveloped him in a warm embrace. Gladys swayed rhythmically; her balance unstable were it not for the steady support of Elvis.

              She withdrew, grasping his face in her palms. The concerned mother gazed at her son with a furrowed brow, her heart heavy with disbelief. “Oh, my boy, why would someone make up such a nasty lie about you?”

              With a subtle movement, Elvis shook his head. “I don’t know, Mama. But it’s alright now. Whoever said that dropped it. Must have known there was nothin’ to prove it. Probably just wanted to cause trouble.”

              “Well, Laura Jean’s Daddy is the one who told the police you kidnapped her. I swear it’s no wonder you brought her here. That man sounds like a down right menace. I would love to give him a what for.”

              Elvis's gaze was not necessary for me to discern the depth of his surprise. “Mr. Walker said that?”

              “Sure did. I don’t know what Laura Jean said to him to get him to leave you alone, but it must have been somethin’ convincin’. That girl of yours is strong, Booby.”

              Tremors coursed through my body and a prickling sensation behind my eyes heralded the onset of tears. Daddy had harbored a desire to stir up trouble. Bring about chaos and turmoil in my life. Elvis was plagued by trouble. The blame rested solely on my shoulders. The weight of guilt bore down on me heavily as I realized the impact of my sudden appearance in their lives, disrupting the delicate balance they had all worked tirelessly to achieve. The sound of Elvis entering the living room reached my ears, yet I found myself unable to meet his gaze. The mere sight of his face was enough to bring forth a deluge of tears from my eyes. I stood abruptly, pushing past him and sprinting up the stairs, leaving the living room behind. I retreated to my room, firmly closing the door behind me. Settling onto the floor, I leaned my back against the bed. Tears streamed down my face as I released the pent-up emotions of frustration and guilt. It was likely that Elvis was experiencing feelings of anger and annoyance, as he found himself burdened with an unexpected problem. It would be understandable if he chose to return me to my father and seek different means of retrieving his money.

              As I wallowed in the depths of my own self-pity, a sudden knock at my door interrupted my thoughts. Without waiting for my response, Elvis strode into the room. He approached me with confident strides, yet I remained huddled with my face buried in my knees.

              “What’s the matter, darlin’?” he inquired in a gentle tone that was reserved solely for me.

              The weight of responsibility bore down heavily upon me as I spoke the words, “This is all my fault.” Though my voice was muffled, he could still understand my words.

              “Last time I checked, you didn’t go and start a riot at a charity event.” His voice carried a smile that was unmistakable to my ears. The experience only served to intensify my sense of guilt.

              “Not that. Daddy. You already had so much goin’ on and he added to it because of me. They could have thrown you in jail and you could have lost everythin’ because of me.” At last, I raised my gaze. “I know how hard you work, how much you care about your family. I’ve done nothin’ but mess everythin’ up for you since bein’ here. I made you dance and drink at Club Handy. I made you go against Colonel. Hell, I got you arrested!”

              With a gentle touch, Elvis grasped my hands and guided me up to a standing position. He compelled me to meet his gaze, despite my reluctance. “You’re a lot, darlin’, but you’re givin’ yourself way too much credit. Everythin’ I’ve done, I did because I wanted to. And I know us meetin’ didn’t start the way we might have wanted it to, but you’ve done so much for me just by bein’ here.” His fingers traced the contours of my cheek with a gentle touch. “I ain’t never met no one like you, Laura Jean Walker, and I probably never will again. That’s why if I got a take a few beatings just to keep you with me…I’ll take ‘em.”

              The surge of emotions that he was evoking within me was so intense that I found myself struggling to contain my urge to lash out physically. The intricacy with which he spun such beautiful phrases was truly remarkable. I elevated my stance, rising onto the balls of my feet, and tenderly pressed my lips against his. Without hesitation, he enveloped me in his embrace and reciprocated my kiss. The kiss we had exchanged at Russwood Park earlier was distinct from this one. That was one of mutual defiance, fueled by the rush of adrenaline. This one was a languid and tender moment, imbued with the weight of a pledge encapsulated in an unassuming gesture. I was certain that even if Daddy returned every penny he had stolen from Elvis, I would remain at Graceland with him. There was no turning back for me.

              As we parted ways, I couldn't help but whisper, “Elvis Presley, you made me fall in love with you without me even realizin’ it.”

              A chuckle escaped his lips. “I guess it was just payback for you doin’ the same to me.”

               As the months passed by, there was still no word from Daddy regarding anything. Despite my mounting anxiety, I made a valiant effort to divert my attention elsewhere. With their assistance, Elvis and Gladys made a significant input. During the times when I wasn't in the company of Elvis or attending his shows, I would spend my time with Ms. Gladys, developing knowledge about cooking, cross-stitching, and sewing. She regaled me with tales of Elvis's childhood and anecdotes about her husband's life before his incarceration. The thought of meeting Vernon stirred a longing within me. He appeared to be a patriarch striving to maintain his household's financial stability, rather than a lawbreaker - reminiscent of the Elvis. Naturally, Elvis would occasionally retreat to his office accompanied by his loyal Memphis Mafia, and I was well aware of the purpose of their seclusion, which precluded my admittance. He remained truthful to me regarding his actions, yet he harbored a desire to shield me from as much as possible. He didn't share Daddy's perspective. In his eyes, I was a vulnerability that could be taken advantage of by the wrong individual. This was particularly true given that he didn't make any effort to conceal our relationship when we were in public. However, a sense of uncertainty never permeated within me.

              In the midst of a room adorned with a plethora of customized musical instruments, Elvis and I found ourselves enveloped in a sea of crimson. I found myself nestled in his lap, enveloped by his strong embrace as he cradled a guitar in his hands. With patience and care, he tried to bestow his musical knowledge upon me, guiding my fingers along the strings in an effort to teach me how to play. Prior to commencing, he had expressed that it would be a simple project as I possessed prior knowledge of playing the piano. He soon realized the extent of his mistake.

              “How do you manage to remember all these chords and sing in front of people too?” I grumbled discontentedly as he guided my hand to rest upon the taut cord and proceeded to pluck the strings.

              He chuckled and quoted his mother, "It's a God-given talent." He then inquired, “How did you manage to learn how to play the piano and be absolutely horrible at playing a guitar?”

              With a swift motion, my elbow made contact with his ribs. “Because, EP, my parents believed that the piano was a dignified instrument. Guitars are played by hillbillies and whoremongers.”

              “You callin’ me a hillbilly?”

              “Unless you’re a whoremonger.”

              With a light swat to my thigh, Elvis elicited a laugh from me. “Watch yourself, Ms. Walker, or I may have to punish you?”

              I brought my face closer, biting my lip. “And how is that Mr. Presley?”

              The sound of Elvis's gulp resonated in the air, yet his unwavering gaze remained fixed upon mine. “I’ll make you practice the guitar until your fingers go raw.”

              I uttered a sarcastic remark, “Wow, very intimidating, Mr. Mafia Boss man.”

              “What kind of punishment did you have in mind?”

              “Well---” As I began to respond, a sudden, jarring noise erupted from the hallway, causing us both to pivot our focus towards the entrance. The morning was tranquil, devoid of the usual rambunctious activity of the boys both indoors and outdoors.

              “What was that?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern. I rose from his lap and gingerly placed his guitar aside before trailing him into the hallway.

              Despite our efforts, neither of us caught a glimpse of anything. However, a faint groaning sound could be detected. With a quick scurry, I made my way towards it, and it led me straight to the stairs. As I descended the initial flight of stairs, I came across Gladys, who was slumped against the wall, perspiring profusely and gasping for air. With a determined stride, I descended the steps, perhaps missing a few in my haste, until I finally reached her. Collapsing onto my knees, I found myself at her side. Beside her hand lay a spilled glass of what appeared to be whiskey, its pungent aroma filling the air.

              “Ms. Gladys?! Can you hear me?” With drooping eyelids and a lack of visual clarity, her gaze struggled to find its target. Not a single word escaped her lips in my direction. My heart plummeted into the depths of my stomach, while tears streamed down my face. “Elvis!”

              With a burst of energy, Elvis rushed towards his Mama and embraced her tightly, cradling her head in his arms. As tears streamed down his face, he held her close, overwhelmed with emotion. His voice was filled with desperation as he called out to his mother. “Mama! Mama, please, wake up! Mama!” He continued to shake her, but with each passing moment, it seemed as though her strength was waning.

              With a newfound sense of balance, I sprinted towards the closest telephone and urgently dialed 911. The sound of my own heartbeat reverberated in my ears as I tried to explain every detail to the woman on the other end of the line. Amidst Elvis's deafening cries of agony, she managed to assure me that assistance was en route. Flashes of police and ambulance sirens blazed through my mind. So did my father's gaze, cool and composed as he passed on the somber news of my mother's passing. The howling screams emanating from Elvis were all too familiar to me, although I had only been able to unleash my own in the seclusion of my bedroom, with no one to offer comfort. As I replaced the receiver, the world around me appeared to decelerate, the wailing sirens piercing through the entrance gates.

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  Fantasy Come True  Ch 7/8

  Chapter 7: Confessions 

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, angst, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll), cunnilingus, fellatio, overstimulation, light restraint, fingering, light ass teasing (F. receiving), wee bit of delicious mind fuckery

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on. 

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

Here is the Masterlist of this series.

  Chapter 7: Confessions 

You did, in fact, make it to his bed before morning was over, however you didn't make it out until much, much later.  Lying in the aftermath of being fucked mercilessly into the mattress, he asks about the scenes you are going to tape. You two spend a little time working on your scenes naked in bed. You have one dramatic  and one comedic. You run through lines and talk about character motivations. His insights and process are invaluable to you. Some analogies he makes are a little out there or just not familiar to you, but you take it all in. 

“What if,” he says, talking about your character's motivations, “she just wants to do whatever she is told because it’s THAT important to her. It’s not that she is powerless, but that she will do whatever she has to, even if it means giving over her power. But in doing that, she is freed to get what she wants. Y’know?” 

“No, I don’t get that, giving up the thing that she wants is how she gets it?” you say. 

“It's like dominant/submissive play, but without the sex, do you see?” he asks.

“Not really, I don’t think there is an undertone of sex in the scene,” you counter.

“No it’s not really about sex per se, but… it’s just an idea of how to look at the scene. How do you see it?” he asks, letting the Dom/Sub thing go. 

After, you entice him into the shower, kissing and washing each other. You are mostly just enjoying the closeness,  the touch of his hands on your skin and the feeling of being  pampered. 

“I’m in the mood for a movie, should we have some snacks and watch something?” Austin says as you are toweling off. 

“Sure, I’m down!” you say excited. You love to watch movies. 

Austin tells you to go pick something out as he puts together a plate of apples, cheeses and prosciutto.  You decide to watch Kingsman: The Secret Service, it’ll be silly and fun. He brings over two sparkling waters, the plate, and a paring knife.

You snuggle up on the couch with his back between your bare legs. You had never bothered putting your clothes back on, just a bra and panty set that you were super excited about finding, as they fit you perfectly, even if they were pricey. You are leaning up against the back of the couch. Austin, in solidarity with your penchant to wander the house in your underclothes, is also clad only in boxers. His long legs stretch onto the oversized ottoman. The plate is on his lap and Austin cuts pieces of apple and cheese, holding them and prosciutto up for you to nibble on. His warm body against your chest is heaven, the clean smell of him all encompassing. 

You have never felt so content, and yet a deep longing bubbles up from within.  THIS should be your everyday life. Comfortable sized home, man that adores you and loves to pleasure you, delicious food, the craft of acting and storytelling intertwined in everyday life. You let out a big sigh pushing away melancholy  thoughts of your supposed ‘ real life’.  Your fingers tangle gently with his hair, massaging his scalp, anchoring you to the here and now and the magic of having Austin’s skin on yours. 

“Mmm, I think I’m hungry,” he growls sexily out of the blue. 

“Hungry?” you glance at the now empty plate as he sets it aside,”What can I get from the kitchen for you babe, I’ll feed you  this time,” you offer. 

“That’s not what I’m hungry for, my amazing Princess,” he twists his head around to look up at you with a naughty smile, “but I'll take you up on feeding me.” 

He flips over onto his stomach. 

“Oh, should I pause?” you ask, picking up the remote.

“Oh no,” he pushes the ottoman away with his feet, “ you keep watching Angel.” He sinks down to his knees on the plush carpet. “I just need this irresistible pussy in my mouth,” he threads his arms under your thighs and yanks your ass to the edge of the couch,” right now.” His face is a picture of nearly animistic lust. 

Your eyes get big as he grabs the paring knife and swiftly inserts the blade on the fabric at  your hip. 

“Like, right now,” he pulls up, slicing through the fabric.

He answers the look of scandalous shock on your face with a gruff,  “I’ll replace them ten times over Princess,  I just can’t wait any longer to taste you.”  He does the same to the other side, his chest expanding with his needy breath, the fabric laying open to reveal your groomed vulva.

His urgency stokes a fire in your belly, your potential outrage at his destroying your underclothes sizzling into inflamed desire. You hadn’t been super wet before, when you were just cuddling, no more than your usual when you are with Austin. But when he grabbed and pulled you toward him, the buzzing down below commenced. When he cut your favorite panties from your body, you practically gushed. 

He nuzzles right into your mons, inhaling your scent, smiling. His tongue takes a big, long lingering taste of your lips. 

“Mmmggghhh, yes” he moans against you, eyes closed, “your juices are like heaven.” 

His head moves up and down as he laps at your labia, dipping in for growling tastes as his hands grip at your thighs, almost like a cat digging in its claws.  His tongue tantalizes as it draws teasing circles around your clit. His fingers pull you apart, revealing your sweet inner lips to his hungry tongue. 

Just the pressure of his fingers on your lips pulls a soft whining moan of anticipation from your throat.  You have one hand curled, fingers between your teeth. The other hand mutes the movie  letting it play on unheeded, before twirling his locks around your fingers. 

He lifts his eyes to yours.

“I want to make you cum in my mouth, Angel, but I’m going to take my time,” he says. A one sided, open-mouthed smile blooms on his wet lips and he winks. 

Something about his wink makes your breath melt away from you in a soft-voiced ‘unghgh’.  Your brows furrow together and all you can do is nod in agreement as his ocean eyes glimmer at you from under his long lashes. Your fingers tighten inadvertently in his hair. You feel as much as hear the little chuckle of amusement he gives against your pussy as his lips meet yours. 

Long and lightly he drags his tongue up then sucks at your clit just as lightly. It’s so soft as to be almost a tickle, but one that leaves you desperate for more. Luckily, he is here for the eating of your pussy, and willing to give you as much as you want.  

He continues his long, slow licks ending in suction on your clit until the sounds you are making and your hand fisting in his hair are clear indications that you need more.

He pushes his long finger inside you. He moans at how wet you are, how hot, how tight. 

He slides his coiling finger out and in, licking your clit lightly. 

You are sure there will be teeth marks left on your bottom lip when he closes around your clit, sucking you into the vacuum of his mouth. 

He falls into a slow rhythmic pace of licking and sucking and shifting his finger in and out with a delicious little curve of his fingertip. All the while, his soft vocalizations of pleasure drift up to your ears.  The wet smacking sounds of his suction off your clit drives you wild. He is unhurried, like he could do this for the rest of time. 

You try to inhale a big breath, but it catches up in short,  little pants. Tingling tightness loops inside you with every drag of his tongue, every immersion of his digit, every wet and sloppy sound as he sucks at your nub. 

Slowly you climb that ramp like a click-clack of a roller coaster, every moment bringing you closer to that plummet into ecstasy. Then you are there, on the cusp. Falling, falling, falling, and  he keeps his measured pace of feasting at your cunt. Your body goes tight, eyelids fluttering, vagina clamping onto his finger. Little grunts shake your body. 

Spurred on by your climax,  he pulls his finger out and buries his face in you, fingertips wrapping under and digging into your thighs. His mouth sucks greedily at your entrance, not wanting to waste a drop. 

His hips are pumping against nothing, his deep moans vibrating against you, heightening your orgasm. He looks up with dark eyes, face messy. You watch as his wet finger disappears into his mouth and he sucks all your juices off it. 

“Do you want my cum, Princess,” he says low, looking for all the world like a feral predator. 

“Yes, ple-,” is all you get out before he stands up, pulling you with him. His mouth closes over yours in a hard, salty kiss, you don’t even notice that he has turned you around in the process. 

“Far be it from me to deny my Princess what she wants.” He says against your lips. His rock hardness is pressed against your belly, you don’t remember him taking his blue boxers off. Still a little dazzled from your orgasm, you reach out to stroke him, but he grabs your wrist. 

“Now, now,  if you want it, you’ll do as I say,” his demeanor suddenly changes entirely. He seems taller and more commanding.  Your eyes narrow for a second, wondering what he’s playing at, then you recognize the line from the scene you had been working on. 

“And if I don’t?” you ask in quiet defiance, pulling out your character and the next line.

“Oh”, his look has a tinge of evil in it, ”I assure you, you’d prefer to follow my directions, Pet,” he adds the nickname to the line. 

“Now,” he lets go of you and leans back away from you, “turn around.” 

His voice and the serious look in his eye, make you lose your breath just a bit. You turn your back towards him, pressing your thighs together, still sensitive from his oral ministrations.

“Bend over,” his words are neatly whispered in your ear, “all fours.” He isn’t pulling lines from the scene now, just commanding you. Clearly he is thinking about his earlier point. 

You hear him sit down on the couch, or would if you hadn’t been gulping so hard. Why did just his tone make you clench?

“Open up further, I want to see,” you hear from behind you.

You step your knees apart.

“Wider,” you feel a finger tip brush your inner thigh, it’s like electricity zig-zagging  to your core. 

“Push those gorgeous hips back.”

You do, in sort of a puppy pose with your back arched. You feel so deliciously exposed to him. 

“Oh, that IS a pretty pussy,” he says almost to himself, then louder, “open it up for me.”

Balancing on your left arm, you reach between your legs and use your fore and middle fingers to spread apart your labia. His spit is beginning to dry on your outer lips. However, the glistening of your inner lips betrays to him how much you are turned on by being told what to do. 

‘Now, “ a little rasp of desire sneaks into his voice, “finger yourself.”

Suddenly, you feel unexpectedly hesitant, like this is pushing you out of your comfort zone for some unfathomable reason. You are fine touching yourself, even fine doing it in front of him, but there is something about being so vulnerable bent over and exposed. You are stopped in your tracks, trying to figure out why you feel this way out of the blue.

“Do you still want my cum?” you can almost hear his eyes narrowing in his voice. 

“Oh lord yes, Austin,” your tone boarding on begging. Just his name out of your mouth is scintillating. His words snap you out of your hesitation. 

You feel his thumbs hold you open, his finger splayed out over your ass and hips bones. 

“Then finger yourself,” he insists. 

You move your middle finger to slide slowly through your wetness. 

“Yes,” he breathes, “just like that. God that is beautiful.”

After a couple minutes, he leans his body over your back, his breath hot on your neck.

“Do you trust me, Pet? “ his hips tuck forward. His hard dick nudges almost lazily against your crotch.

“Yes,” your voice wavers slightly. You stop your finger movement.

“Are you sure?” you can hear his sexy smirk. You twist to look over your right shoulder at him, and are met with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The little dimple that appears over the left corner of his mouth evaporates any equivocation. 

“One hundred percent, Austin,” you give in totally. 

“That’s my good girl, my sweet Pet,” he croons sweetly in your ear. “Keep fingering yourself,” his tone back to demanding as he moves back to watch you. 

As you slide inside yourself again, rubbing over your clit.   You smile at his words, at being his good girl. 

He is petting the back of your opening, pulling at your wet, pink inner lips. You feel his finger sink in next to yours. He moves in opposition to you, when you go in he pulls out, and vice versa. Fuck, the extra friction is so good. 

Then he pulls out and up and  you feel his wet finger drag unexpectedly over your asshole. It makes you jump forward.

“Tch, I thought you trusted me,” he admonishes, grabbing your hand.

“I do, Yes, I do” you pant, “ I just…oh!” you feel his tip nudge again against your wet pussy. He gives you no time to finish your sentence. 

“Good,” is all he says as he slowly pushes in. “Ohhhh,” he lets out his breath in a long low groan. Your hand lingers, playing with his balls as he sheathes himself fully. 

His wet thumb returns to your asshole, just placed there no rubbing, no teasing.  You are still a little nervous about what he might do, you aren’t really into things in your butt. But you DO trust him, you remind yourself.  

At this angle his cock feels long, prodding your cervix, making you groan. 

“Do you want it, beautiful Angel?” his deep reverberations are almost hypnotic, “do you want my cum inside you?”

All you want is for him to fuck you into next week, but he just stays still, dick in you deep, thumb on your ass. 

‘I do, yes, give it to me baby, please,” affirming in all the ways you can think of in your Austin-addled state. 

“Give?” he questions with an incredulous smile, “ Oh no, you have to come get it, my sexy little cum slut.” The fingertips on his free hand push you slightly forward, then wrap around the front of your hip bone guiding you back. Once you get the gist he takes his hand away. 

 You can’t help but move on him. 

“That’s it, pretty Princess,” his voice is hot caramel pouring over you,”fuck it out of me.” 

Your breath leaves you with an ‘oh fuck’ as his words incite a sexual riot in you. 

On all fours, you rock back and forth in front of him, along his length. As you rock on his cock, you rub your asshole against his thumb. It’s unexpectedly good. So good, you let go being jumpy about your ass. Your body wants what it wants.

“Oh look at you,” his sexy voice rolling over you, “so greedy for my cock, so starved for my cum, and it's only been a couple hours.” His breath huffs from him in rising passion, ”grinding your ass against my thumb, all hot and wanting. Fuck you are mesmerizing, Princess.” 

He starts to lose his own control, unable to stop thrusting into you. “You make me so… fucking… hard. I just want you all the damn time.”

You are moving in synchronicity, his cock in you and you back on his cock.  His thumb is giving you that glorious friction, your fingers on your clit; it’s a whirlwind. A veritable tornado of friction, desire, perfect mind-fuckery and magic; Austin Butler magic. 

Your pussy clenches hard around him. 

“Oh fuck, that’s good,” he groans.

You hear yourself moaning loud Uhhghh’s and Ohhhh’s as you undulate in front of him. You jerk forward involuntarily as your orgasm hits you hard. 

 Austin’s hands clamp down on your hips, riding you down. There is no way he isn’t filling you with his cum now, no matter how long it takes.

 Groaning into the upholstery of the ottoman, you continue to be pounded from behind. He simultaneously holds you down and spreads your cheeks with his hands. Fucking hell, at this angle he is triggering all your buttons and you keep cumming. It’s so good. 

He sounds feral behind you.  The moans hissing out through his teeth become deep chested growls that become open voweled groans as he fucks you harder and harder. Sweat drips onto your back. 

You are losing your mind. Your fingers, trapped under you,  are twitching against your clit, you want to stop them, but just can’t quite get them to still. 

Finally he pushes in deep, muscles straining. All sound frozen in his lungs, until his deep growls and groans of satisfaction make their exodus from him to wash over you. His hips jerk pushing him just that much deeper as he empties into you. 

“I guess,” he pants just behind your ear, “I gave it to you after all.” 

“I love it,” you just barely stop yourself from saying ‘I love you’. 

Still in you, Austin rolls onto his side, clinging to you like you are the only refuge in his personal storm. You curl up in the cradle of his arms. Taron Egerton is cleverly, yet silently, kicking ass on the TV, although you are both too blissed out to give it any mind.  

When you wake up from dozing some time later. When had you fallen asleep? You find that you have rolled over in Austin’s arms to face him. He is petting your hair and holding you to him. He has a weird look on his face, like conflicting thoughts are running through his mind. Once he sees your eyes on him, he smiles big.

“Good nap?”

“Oh lord yes,” you stretch and sit up. “I’ll be right back,” you stand up, but Austin grabs your arm. 

“I mean it,” he blurts out. The words clearly by passing his conflicting thoughts and going straight to his mouth. 

“What do you mean, Austin,” your brow furrows slightly. Your hand automatically cradles his face. 

 “I meant what I said, when we were…” his eyebrows lift, conveying his meaning for him, “I want you all the time, I want you here, to stay here,  to be with me always.” 

“What?” you are dumbstruck by this sudden confession.

“Move in with me, be mine,” his hand covering yours on his face.

Your heart jumps in your chest. It’s like every dream you’ve ever had is being plopped into your lap. You blink once, twice, unsure what to say or do next. Then your bladder reminds you why you got up in the first place. 

“I need,” you gesture towards the bathroom,”be right back.” 

Sitting in his beautiful little powder room, you attempt to absorb this new information. You had literally been thinking about wanting this life. The fires of hope that spring in your heart are quickly doused by your practical mind.

 ‘Is this stable? Is it smart to leave all else behind and move in here?’ it asks. Fucking fuckity fuck. You look at yourself in the mirror.

“God dammit,” you whisper to yourself, knowing you can’t ignore her, as much as you want to.  As much as you hate it, you rely on your partner financially right now and that is, if not a satisfying life, a safe one.  Your sense of self preservation insists that you make sure this isn’t some two month infatuation that will leave you in the cold. 

As you walk back into the living room in nothing but your bra, Austin is sitting naked on the couch with his head in his hands.  The TV is off. 

You sit down in front of him on the ottoman. 

“Did I just ruin everything?” he asks, still looking at the floor. 

“Huh?” you ask, not expecting him to sound so emotional.

“I asked you to move in and you walked away,” he says looking up at you, the shadows of abandonment flitting across his face, fearful tears shining in his eyes. 

“Oh Austin, darling,” you take his face in your hands, “I just needed to pee and clean up and think for a second. You didn’t ruin anything.” You kiss him tenderly on the forehead. 

He blows out a big breath, trying to regain his composure. 

“Before you say anything, no matter your answer,  I need to tell you something, ok?” he states.  You nod.

“Remember when I told you before I was falling for you? Well, that was sort of a lie,” he admits.

Your heart falls into your stomach without warning. What the hell is going on? He wants you to stay, but as what? Just his convenient tight pussy? Someone whom he can control by ‘taking care’ of them. Would this just be out of the frying pan and into the fire? Heat rises up your tightening chest. ‘I will NOT cry when he tells me it’s a fling,’ you tell yourself resolutely. You are usually so positive, but the idea of Austin lying to you about falling for you is like a punch in the gut. You brace yourself with a big breath.

“It’s a lie because I’m already so far gone for you. I am so in love with you, my Princess,” his eyes are pleading that you’ll hear his  truth, “I know it’s not been that long, but I feel like I’ve known you my whole life, like I’ve just been waiting for you this whole time.” 

His words stop your internal destructive narrative in its tracks. That was NOT what you expected him to say. The look in his eyes is like a release valve for your breath. In a flash you realize you almost fell into your own trap, the one you’ve been cycling in for over a decade. 

“Oh” is all you can get out. Your mouth is trying to say words, but you are caught, in his eyes, in his hands, in his heart. You finally recover a little from your shock. 

“I love you, Austin,” the words simply slipping past anything else you thought of saying, “I’ve wanted to tell you so many times.  I love you, Austin, oh god how much,” your words tumbling out before you can stop them. 

Relief floods his face, he pulls you in. His kiss is intense. You had no idea what he had been holding back, until suddenly, he is holding nothing back. It’s like a wave of adoration and affection washes over you as he kisses you and holds you in his arms. It’s so hard to describe, like light flooding into your cells. 

He breaks the kiss and crushes you to him. 

“So you’ll stay?” he says eagerly. 

“Babe, I don’t know.” you are on the verge of tears from the yo-yo of emotions.

“What?” he responds almost incredulously before he takes a second to gather himself back in again, terrified his tender heart will get trudged upon. “Ok, what don’t you know,” he says much more calmly. 

“Do you know why I have stayed with him?” you say matter-of-factly,” Security. No, he isn’t a great lover or even a good partner, and sometimes he is an outright asshole. But I know he won’t leave me in the cold as I try my hand at this acting thing.” You ignore the counterpoint of you leaving him, but at least he won’t be in the cold, he’ll just be getting the partner he deserves. Which isn’t you. Austin is the one who deserves all your love and devotion, your thoughtfulness and caring. FUCK, how can you you say no to him, but how can you simply say yes?  How can you make this right in your head! 

“I would never leave you in the cold Princess, I am offering you security as well as everything he isn’t giving you and more.  Please,” he pleads. Even begging with unshed tears in his eyes, he is so utterly beautiful. 

“Oh god, this is hard,” you mutter to yourself, looking up at the ceiling, trying to control how topsy-turvy your emotional world just got. 

“I know, I know Austin. Please hear me when I say that there is literally no one else on this planet that I would leave for, only you. It’s always and ever only been you. It’s… “ you grab his hands, ‘no… you are everything that I want and so much more.” 

Tears spring to your eyes, knowing what you have to say next. 

“I’m sorry I can’t give you the answer you want, the one I want, not yet anyway. And I do want to, my darling, I do. I want to scream yes and go back there, gather my stuff and just walk out. The idea of this being my home, of YOU being my home? It’s intoxicating and almost scary in how perfect a dream it is.  But my practical side just won’t let me. Austin, you have to understand, I have to be sure.  I have to know that this is forever, that this,” you gesture back and forth between you, ”can provide me some stability before I drop that safety net. Once I leave him, I can’t go back and I have nowhere else I can go.” 

Miraculously, Austin is nodding, “Ok, I - I hear what you are saying. I can understand that point of view. It’s a big thing to ask of you.” He ponders in silence for a moment, gears turning in his head. “If I can prove to you, beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am committed to this, that your security and stability matters as much to me as it does to you, will you?”

“I would do it in a heartbeat, I want nothing more in the world, than to be yours mind, body and soul, Austin” you say, sniffling. Geeze, usually you aren’t this emotional.

“Okay, ’he nods again, “okay love, that gives me some hope to go on, something I can work towards.”

 “Something we can work towards,” you correct him. “I love giving you control over me during sex, this,” you push his hand between your legs, ”truly is your pussy, my mouth,” you kiss him, “is only for you now. But, if we are really going to go down the relationship road, I don’t want it to be based on ‘ownership’ like that. I want a partnership, where we can be of equal, if different, support for one another. I want to take care of you as much as you take care of me, y’know what I mean?”

Austin is nodding at you, his hand still pressed to your crotch. 

“I love that and I love you, my Princess,” he pulls you into his lap, wiping an escaped tear from your cheek. “It feels so good to actually tell you. I was holding it in, not wanting to scare you away.” His arm closes around you, cradling your head against his naked shoulder. 

“Austin,  how could your love ever scare me away,” you snuggle in close. 

You press his hand back between your legs, suddenly craving him, craving the comfort of sexual contact, of what you DO know, what you ARE sure of:  that his body was made for you, and yours for his. 

“Please,” you whisper in his ear, “I just want you inside me.” 

He turns towards you, brushing his cheek against your lips. “Are you sure baby?” 

“Austin Butler just told me that he loved me, yes I am sure,” you smile at him, biting your lip. 

He brings his fingers to his mouth, capturing your eyes with his. His wet fingers stroke your labia.

“I DO love you,” he presses in lightly, finding your own wetness already gathering there. 

His fingers stroke you, playing around your clit. 

“And I want you,” he pushes his finger inside of you, ”to be mine...” You moan low as his thumb lazily arcs, tracing the archway of your clit. 

…forever,” he whispers in your ear. 

You melt, you pool, you ooze. You are, in this moment, almost willing to say ‘fuck security’ and never leave. Almost. 

When you cum in his lap and on his fingers, it’s to his whispered voice in your ear repeating over and over, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” 

You straddle his leg to face him on the couch, gathering his face in your hands. 

“I love you Austin Butler, I love you, I’ve always loved you,” now that you have no qualms saying it outloud, you can’t seem to say it enough. 

Arms around his neck you press your lips to his, and your pussy to his leg. He flexes his muscular thigh, which pushes right up into your wet folds. You groan slightly into his mouth. His hands are on your hips pulling you towards him, then pushing you away. Your wet pussy laying down strings of slick on his skin.

It’s like some door inside you unlatched and you are suddenly horny as hell.  His sexy gaze on you and his tongue unconsciously wetting his gorgeous full bottom lip before capturing it in his teeth. His hands guiding you on him. You get so close to cumming as you ride him. You finally climb off him, panting, heart racing, unsure of what you need next to get you there.  The look you give him is so sexy and utterly debauched.

“Oh hunny,” he rumbles, “C’mon.”

He stands and pulls you into a deep kiss, takes you by the hand, walks backward to the stairs. He guides you up the first step. Now, even with his height, he kisses you again. He begins forcing you, with intense kisses, to take steps backwards up the stairs. His hands are on your breasts and your ass;  grasping, rolling, kneading. Your hands are all over him, outlining muscles, fingertips in the light hairs on his chest, rubbing his nipples with the pads of your thumbs. 

Suddenly you sit hard on the bed, you hadn’t even realized you were in the bedroom. 

“Back up and spread those legs, my Princess,” his breath is shaky trying to control his desire for you. “You are fucking incredible and enchanting,” he crawls up your body,  until he is croutching above you like a predator over its kill. “I just can't ever get enough of you, my Angel. You drive me crazy in the best ways possible.”

If you were wearing panties, they’d be ruined. After this, the bedspread may need to be replaced. 

“And in case you are wondering,” his eyes and voice so full of desire, “I’m going to bring that pussy, my pussy, to so many orgasms tonight you won’t be able to walk right tomorrow,” he kisses you hard, pushing himself inside you.

He spends the entire evening and into the night making good on this promise as though it were the first step in proving just how serious he is about keeping you. You cum on his cock as he steadily thrusts into you. He cuddles you sweetly, kissing your forehead, letting your heart rate calm down. Until his hand finds its way to your crotch. You cum on his fingers as he stares deep into your eyes. He holds you tight, nibbling at your neck, kissing your sternum as it rises and falls.  He pulls your nipples into his mouth, sucking them one, then the other. He showers your belly with kisses, growling just a little as he does. Now he is settling between your knees, his tongue dipping greedily into your wet snatch. You cum on his tongue as he laps you into oblivion. 

You beg for his cock in your mouth. You suck his tip as he strokes his own shaft. You hold his base in your left hand while your right, seemingly of its own accord, plays with yourself.  It’s like you just can’t stop. As his hot milky seed spurts onto your tongue, you twitch and swallow, jerk and swallow, cum and swallow. Moaning deep as you lick up every fucking drop of his cum like it’s the nectar of the gods. 

After every orgasm, your body searches for more, you just can’t get satiated. And each time, he waits until you come down from your peak before ramping you up again. 

Late that night, you are floating in a surreal cloud of oxytocin and dopamine, time meaning nothing. Austin has you bent over the bed, your wrists are in the small of your back. His long fingered hand is wrapped around them, using them as an anchor point as he slams into you. You had begged him to go hard and deep into you and never stop.  Maybe, if he fucks you hard enough you might be done. You are moaning on the end of his dick. 

“No, I need…” you moan as you twist one hand out from his grasp. 

“What do you need, my Princess,” he pants out. 

“Over,” you twist your spine, flipping on to your back, legs wide. 

He plunges right back into you. You moan. There’s no reprieve for the wickedly horny. His hands are wrapped around the tops of your thighs, thumbs digging in. 

You hold up two fingers, his tongue licks up the pads then over, sucking your fingers and swirling his tongue. You withdraw your wet digits and press them between you.  Your clit feels huge, engorged as your fingers brush it. Your voice breathing out little yeses as you draw the invisible sigils that you know will get you there. 

He watches you. His brows furrowed together, mouth hanging open in a little ‘oh’. This is so much better, being able to see him.  He is panting, sweating, straining, doing everything in his power to make you cum yet again.  Good lord he is so unbelievably sexy, and he loves you. The thought strikes you, hard.

Suddenly the tinder catches, fire shoots deep into your core as you clench around him, erupting into flames that envelop your pelvis, your spine, your chest  up your neck and into your brain. 

 “Fuck yeah, that’s my girl!” His voice is deep, almost harsh as his hips snap harder, faster back and forth.  

You are jerking on him, your orgasm filling you, just as you expect he is going to with his cum. You remove your fingers only to have them replaced with his, light and fast rubbing side to side on your sensitive nub. 

“Nonononono!” you scream hoarsely, pushing uselessly at his hands.

“Oh yes, yes,” he says through clenched teeth.  “My pussy is getting the works tonight my love, you know what to say and I’m gonna suck, finger, fuck, and shake that pussy until you do.”

You realize he has lulled you into a comfortable cycle of orgasm, come down, relax, then back to orgasm. Now his beautifully evil plan unfolds, and you are so unbelievably sensitive. 

You try wriggling away from him, but his hand is clamped down on your thigh as he keeps fucking you. Your eyes are squeezed shut, it’s overwhelming, but oh so good. In a flash he is gone, for a split second there is nothing touching you, and your eyes shoot open, trying to breathe. Then his mouth closes over your pussy. Your breath is gone again as he pulls your clit into the vacuum of his mouth.  His tongue is merciless against you. Your hips vibrate, your hands grasp his hair. Your screams fill the room, you can’t even hear the sloppy suction of his mouth on you.

“ SS… SSS… No,no, no! STOP!” you finally cry shaking your head. He rises, immediately grasping your pussy in his large hand, shaking it, keeping you writhing. 

“No, I won’t my love, you know that,” his voice is so smooth and relaxed. The palm of his hand pressing and shaking your mons. 

Your orgasm rocks you again and again. Again and again you beg him to stop, but never use your word.  You have backed yourself up to the headboard in an effort to get away from his hands, his fingers, his mouth.  But in the next second,  you are pushing against it and towards him. Your body and mind are locked in conflict; it’s too much, it’s not enough. You are pushed so far into pleasure you don’t know how much longer you can stand it. At the same time, you never want him to stop.

“Ok Princess,” he says, getting on his knees, lifting your ankles to his shoulders,”I’m gonna fuck my sweet little pussy until I cum. Until I’m satisfied.”   His grin is nothing short of devilry as he slides, long and hard, inside you. Your body is responding without your consent, attempting to plank on his shoulders to get away from his cock. 

“Oh no you don’t, “ he pushes your hips back down, impaling you once again, “you are gonna take my cock, darling, like a good girl,” he admonishes.

He leans down, your legs sliding down his arms, your knees close to your armpits. He grabs your arms near the elbows pinning you down like a frog on its back. You can’t push him off, you don’t want to, not that your body is listening to you. It’s insane how fucking maniacally good it feels to be so overstimulated. He slides in and out experimentally in this new position. Fuck, he is deep as he slides right into your g-spot. 

Oh. Holy. Fuckballs. 

You grit your teeth, shaking your head ‘no’. 

No to him. 

No to yourself. 

You refuse to say the word until he orgasms again. You want to hear what a good girl you are, you want to be his incredible Princess, you want to take everything he can give you. 

He rails into you, grunting, growling, moaning; sounds he knows drive you wild.  You had no idea that being held down like this would be such a fucking turn on. No idea that you could feel this good for this long. You are about to give in, scream the word. When he pulls out of you and pumping his cock with his hand, spatters your pussy and your belly with thick, creamy cum. His panting groans fill the air,  his sweat drips onto your legs. You think you are home free, until his palm starts rubbing his cum into your pussy in circles.

“What a good girl you are, taking my cock so deep” he croons at you. “You want more?” He slips his finger in you, “I’ll keep going Angel, my sweet love.” 

You can’t believe he still has the energy to keep going. His thumb falls onto your clit and you just can’t anymore. 

“FUCK!  Sushi!” you cry out once.  You are fucking worn out. Your whole pelvis is buzzing and  sobs start shaking your body in an effort to process the whole fucking thing.

He stops instantly and gathers you in his arms.

“Shh, darling. My good Princess. I’m so proud of you, my good girl, my love,” he says softly against your temple. 

He is fucking amazing. 

He holds you, messy and sweaty, until your heart rate slows and your breathing evens. He holds the bottle of water as you drink, then takes you to the shower. You sit on the little bench, trying not to pass out. He cleans and dries you both quickly and tosses the ruined bedspread off the bed before tucking you into the sheets. He covers you  with a blanket he pulls out from his closet  and turns out the light. He climbs in behind you, warm body pressed against your back. 

“Good night my love. I love you,” he whispers into your ear.

“Mmm, my Austin, love you,” is all you can get out before sleep claims you.

Your eyes flutter open in the morning and you are absolutely relaxed. The revelations of yesterday slide into focus. Austin is in love with you. Austin wants you to stay with him, forever. Austin plans to show you how much your stability matters to him too. It’s like the pieces of your real life are sliding into focus and that fake unhappy life is melting away. When you think about living happily ever after with Austin, you are calm and  completely happy. Austin is breathing heavy and even behind you, still deeply asleep. When you  get up to use the bathroom you find you are definitely sore, but it’s the best kind of sore you have ever been. When you snuggle back against Austin, a little smile creeps over his face.

[marriedtopresley]

I’ll Show you a Real Cowboy

Cowboy Elvis Imagine 😫

Elvis had just finished long hours of riding bulls preparing for his next rodeo and was desperate for a beer. Walking into his local honky-tonk, he sat at the same barstool he always sat in at the end of the bar right next to the television.

“Elvis Presley was spotted in Fort Worth today practicing for his next rodeo, Presley is trying to wash away his drought of not winning a rodeo in 3 years. The question is, is this old champion ever gonna win another one or is he just washed up.” He suddenly heard come from the television.

“God damnit just shut it off!” Elvis yelled at the bartender as he handed him a beer.

“What’s the matter cowboy? Can’t take the pressure?” His head flashed over to the left of him where a beautiful woman stood.

“I ain’t ever said that.”

“Sure seems like it mister. My names Y/N.” She put her hand out in front of him to shake.

“Elvis, Elvis Presley.” He seemed skeptical of this woman but good lord she was pretty. “What brings a beautiful girl like you into this dusty place?”

“Been trying to find myself my own cowboy.” She replied. “Austins cowboys were too short and the ones down in San Antonio…. well let’s just say all their soldiers were too small.” Elvis nearly spat out his Budweiser. “So I thought I’d take a chance in Fort Worth. I’ve sure seen some handsome ones here. This is my last stop before I go to Nashville.”

“Oh is that right? All these cowboys in Texas and not one has swooped you away and into their hearts. I don’t believe that bull crap for a second.” Elvis said as he watched her take a seat right next to him. “What would you like to drink honey?”

“Bourbon please.”

“You heard her, get her a bourbon.” He said to the bartender and the bartender quickly nodded. “You sure like em’ strong sugar.”

“I like my drinks how I like my men. Strong and powerful.” She fired back with a wink.

“I think you’ve come to a good place to find them honey. This is where cowboys are king.” He answered and flashed her his classic smirk.

“Really hmmm? Would you like to show me where the real cowboys are?”

“Oh I’ll show you a real cowboy don’t you worry.”

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This got me blushing and kicking my feet. Cowboy Elvis is literally my fav 🫶❤️

Send me some requests y’all!!

[heartstringsduet]

i dunno what you've already done but i submit ivy, mint, or morning glory <3

Thanks for the flower prompt. You can find Morning Glory here. And now the snippet for one of the best herbs in the world.

Mint. Virtue.  What makes the rule follower rebel

“If I win, will you take me home?” TK asks before he lets another dart sail.

Carlos scans his body that leaves him feeling hot. “I’ll take you home no matter who wins.”

They each throw another dart for pretense. TK gives Judd one last poisonous glare for good measure before the bar door closes behind them. 

The rest of his anger vanishes once he’s bent over Carlos’ kitchen counter and forgets everything including his own name.

They shower separately. There’s a part of TK that feels like getting redressed and out the door as soon as he came down from his orgasm. That’s what he thought would be best, with Carlos’ full moon eyes trying to pull him in like the tide. But then, today was a date. An actual date. TK will have to leave. But maybe not right away. 

They sit in the living room, on the couch TK is intimately familiar with and has seen stars on the first time they were here. Now, they’re on opposite sides of it. No cuddling. The TV is running in the background but Carlos tells him about Austin, TK tells him of New York, the city, not necessarily his past.

Bits of the tapestry of life still make it through. The time TK ran away and hid by the reptiles in the Natural History Museum, the time his friends and him tried to swim across the Hudson and got picked up by a boat when the tides dragged them out, the first time he snuck into a bar underage. Carlos' eyes are huge at each of those stories.

TK finds, Carlos unspools him with no effort at all.

It’s over an hour after they hooked up, that TK follows the now dimmed impulse to leave.

“Can I drive you home?” Carlos asks him at the door.

A ‘no’ is on his tongue, but then TK grins, “Actually, please do.”

Carlos looks nervous once he’s behind the wheel, more nervous than he’s seen the always confident cop. 

“Everything alright?”

Carlos looks over, mouth hanging open for a moment. “I- Yeah. I just haven’t done this before.”

“Brought a hook-up home?”

He regrets his word-choice when Carlos winces. But it’s only a second, then Carlos’ face goes neutral again. “Used the siren and lights for anything but emergencies.”

“Shut up!” TK sits up in his seat. “You’re telling me you’ve never abused your power? Never impressed another hot guy by speeding down the streets of Austin with him?”

“You know that’s illegal, right?”

TK grins and shakes his head. “Wow.”

“What?”

“You really are a good one, huh?” he teases.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

TK feels like he hit a nerve, when in truth, once it’s stripped of humor, nothing scares him more than Carlos being good. Good for him. Too good for him.

With earnestness, TK says, “It’s not.” 

Carlos considers him, then his lips curl up. When the low purr of the engine starts running, TK feels guilty for being a bad influence. “Forget about the-”

It gets drowned out by the loud whoop of sirens. Carlos’ grin is nervous. His hands squeeze the steering wheel too-tight. But his voice is steady as ever as he says in the lull of the siren, “What’s a date if you don’t try to show off the light bar and siren?”

The lights wash the streets red and blue and though the car barely speeds, a mere 6 miles over the limit, TK’s heart feel like it needs a seat belt.

[wanderinginksplot]

What to watch during the ongoing WGA strike

As the WGA strike keeps going, put the pressure where it belongs: on big companies, not the writers working for better conditions.

While we wait for new content (after an equitable agreement), here are some lesser-known movies, along with the (US) streaming services where they can be found. Feel free to add on with a title, short description, and where it can be found!

(Television show version here!)

Films listed under the cut!

Netflix:

The Gray Man (2022) - Rated R. A CIA spook known only as Sierra Six (Ryan Gosling) is assigned to kill a former Sierra member... only to find himself at the center of a conspiracy. At the same time, he becomes the target of a sadistic ex-CIA mercenary (Chris Evans).

Genre: Action/thriller. There are likely to be more Gray Man films coming in the near future, along with a television show based on Chris Evans's chillingly villainous Lloyd Hansen.

Rocky (1976) - Rated PG. Rocky (Sylvester Stallone) is a washed-up boxer who works as a Mafia enforcer. He gets an unexpected chance at glory when boxer Apollo Creed (Carl Weathers) wants to fight an unknown.

Genre: Drama/sports. If you don't know the story behind Rocky, it's almost as good as the movie itself!

The Imitation Game (2014) - Rated PG-13. The story of Alan Turing (Benedict Cumberbatch), particularly his work in World War II to decode Enigma transmissions intercepted from the Axis powers.

Genre: Biographical drama. The Imitation Game is the story of Alan Turing's life, both triumphs and tragedies. It contains themes of hidden homosexuality, cruel and unusual punishment, and suicide.

Max:

Triple Frontier (2019) - Rated R. An ex-Delta Force soldier (Oscar Isaac) asks his prior teammates to come on one final mission, with the promise of an incredible payout.

Genre: Action/adventure. Triple Frontier is a typical action/adventure movie with some interesting effects and a cast (Isaac, Ben Affleck, Pedro Pascal, Charlie Hunnam, and Garrett Hedlund) that elevates it a little further.

Parasite (2019) - Rated R. The Kim family struggles to make ends meet until Ki-woo is referred to tutor a rich teenager. Through manipulation and daring, the entire Kim family ends up employed by the unknowing Park family.

Genre: Black comedy/thriller. Full of fascinating dynamics and an interesting look at divisions of wealth in South Korea, it's clear to see why Parasite gained such acclaim.

Casablanca (1942) - Rated PG. Casablanca, Morocco is a popular departure point for people fleeing the Nazis. Jaded nightclub owner Rick Blaine (Humphrey Bogart) must decide whether to risk his life to help his ex (Ingrid Bergman) and her husband escape.

Genre: Romance/drama. Casablanca is considered by many to be the greatest movie ever made. If you haven't seen it, try it. Keep an eye out for dry humor and the way the director uses shadows to keep the black and white film interesting!

Ex Machina (2014) - Rated R. Caleb Smith (Domhnall Gleeson) wins an office lottery to help the company's CEO (Oscar Isaac) test his new AI (Alicia Vikander).

Genre: Sci-fi/psychological thriller. With incredible effects, a labyrinthine plot, and uncomfortable questions about what makes us human, it's easy to see why Ex Machina is considered one of the best sci-fi films of the last decade.

Hulu:

The Last Action Hero (1993) - Rated PG-13. Film fan Danny (Austin O'Brien) goes to see the latest in his favorite franchise, he finds himself pulled into the movie, working alongside his hero Jack Slater (Arnold Schwarzeneggar).

Genre: Fantasy/action/satire. Think of every action trope you associate with Arnold Schwarzeneggar, mix it with a vibe like Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and add some self-aware humor, and you have The Last Action Hero. This is not a popular film among internet aggregators, but I enjoyed it!

Palm Springs (2020) - Rated R. Reluctant maid of honor Sarah (Cristin Milioti) is fascinated by a wedding guest (Andy Samberg) who seems to know more than he should. When she follows him from the wedding, she finds herself stuck with him in a time loop.

Genre: Sci-fi/rom-com. Though Palm Springs has some real COVID-19 quarantine vibes, the plot keeps it from feeling like a time capsule.

Whiplash (2014) - Rated R. Talented drummer Andrew Neiman (Miles Teller) is identified for an elite jazz band by sadistic and manipulative conductor Terence Fletcher (J.K. Simmons).

Genre: Drama. Though Whiplash is not a horror movie, it is partially produced by Blumhouse Productions. That darkness really shines through in Fletcher's abusive behavior.

Role Models (2008) - Rated R. After a disastrous, drunken day at work, Danny (Paul Rudd) is assigned community service in a big brother program. He is assigned to awkward teenager Augie (Christopher Mintz-Plasse) and accompanies him during his favorite activity: LARPing.

Genre: Humor. Though Role Models can get a little close to cringe comedy, it's got enough genuine humor and heart to get away with it... and even be a little sweet.

Amazon Prime:

The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) - Rated R. An author tells the story of Zero Moustafa (Tony Revolori), the owner of a once-grand hotel in the former country of Zubrowka, using several frame stories.

Genre: Drama. Wes Anderson's films have a very characteristic style. The Grand Budapest Hotel features stunning sets, a ton of cameos, and enough quirky humor to keep you entertained!

Hot Fuzz (2007) - Rated R. London police officer Nicholas Angel (Simon Pegg) is reassigned to the small town of Sandford. He's frustrated by the small town at first, but a string of murders make him suspect something more is going on...

Genre: Action/comedy. Hot Fuzz is the second installment of the Cornetto Trilogy. It is a satirical look at the cop film genre - and thus has a lot of overdramatic violence - but it manages to stand on its own at the same time.

Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure (1989) - Rated PG. Bill (Alex Winter) and Ted (Keanu Reeves) are two teens more interested in their band than their studies. But if they don't pass their history final, Ted will be sent to military school. A mysterious stranger gives them a time machine, sending them off to write the best essay of all time!

Genre: Comedy/sci-fi. If you're used to Keanu Reeves as a broody hero, you're in for a shock and a treat to see him at his surfer/stoner/slacker best!

The Iron Giant (1999) - Rated PG. In 1957, 9-year-old Hogarth Hughes finds a 50-foot tall robot in the woods. He befriends the giant and the two work to evade the government, who suspect it is an attack on the United States.

Genre: Family/adventure. The Iron Giant is one of the most recognizable and emotional animated films of the 1990s - extra impressive considering it's a Warner Bros film that came out in the middle of the Disney Renaissance!

Disney+

The Boondock Saints (1999) - Rated R. Irish Catholic brothers Connor (Sean Patrick Flanery) and Murphy (Norman Reedus) living in 1990s Boston are sick of the crime on the streets. They decide to take matters into their own hands.

Genre: Crime/drama. The Boondock Saints has low scores on almost every film aggregator site, but is widely considered a cult classic. (Edit: warnings for insensitive portrayal of homosexuality and transgenderism.)

Feel free to reblog this and add your own lesser-known film suggestions! Support the WGA strike!

The Reluctant Dragon (1941) - Rated G. Robert Benchley wants to sell a movie idea to Walt Disney. As he searches for Walt, he wanders through the studio and sees how many of the magical movie effects are done.

Genre: Family/fantasy. I'll admit, this film was included on purpose. Not because it's amazing (it's interesting at best), but because of the story behind it. The Reluctant Dragon was released three weeks after the majority of the animators went on strike. (And most of the "workers" in the film are actually actors, another sore spot.) Disney fired all of the strikers before eventually agreeing to let them unionize and rehiring those who wished to return. (You can read more about the strike here.)