#jack salter imagine

[blakeswritingimagines]

Leave Before You Love Me

Summary: Feeling bad for your boyfriend's attitude you go to apologize to someone who didn't deserve it.

Word count: 3.9k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gran Turismo characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Feeling bad for the heat that was thrown at Jack by your boyfriend Nicolas Capa, having gotten the okay to drive around in the shiny gold car as long as you were safe and back by a certain time to which you had agreed. Driving to the Nissan Academy which left you sitting on the hood of the car watching on as the gamers actually drove while you waited to see Jack the older man you often enjoyed talking to until he left to teach driving now but smiled and waved when you saw him then wrapped your arms around yourself seeing his taller frame walk up to you as you softly smiled at him and spoke sweetly "I wanted to come by and say sorry for Nicolas's temper tantrum, and maybe see if there was a way I could make it up to you somehow?". "I'll be honest sweetie, Nicolas's reaction was not surprising in the slightest. It actually had very little to do with you." Jack gave a small sigh. "And this whole incident is just a symptom of a bigger problem in that boy's life, so you shouldn't take it personally at all. As for making it up to me, I'm not sure why you're trying to do that. I'm an adult, and you should be focused on your own needs, not mine."

The older and somewhat greying Jack smiled as you approached him with the apology. "No need to apologize." He said with a shake of his head, "Wasn't your fault in the slightest." He then gave you a curious smile as you mentioned 'making it up' to him. "Oh?" Jack said, "What did you have in mind?" The twenty-something-year-old in front of him the forty-something-year-old as you bit down on your lower lip after nodding your head in understanding, knowing the recent dinner that was meant to celebrate turned sour all because of your driver boyfriend Nicolas didn't want to take him seriously or hear him out about things even if the background Jack had with driving "I know but it still wasn't okay what he did." You gave him a small smile as you shrugged innocently but tilted your head to the side as you met his eye "Well I was hoping you weren't too busy? Maybe go for a drive or something?".

Jack didn't know what to make of the odd proposal at first. A younger woman asking an older man out. You were attractive sure, and he was fairly confident in his own attractiveness. But such a large age gap was something he had never dealt with before. At the least, it was a unique offer. "Well…" Jack said after a moment. "…I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested." Although he did have things he needed to work on in the garage "Nah, the day's been pretty quiet," Jack replied with a shrug. He felt bad for you having to deal with that blow-up and it did sound like you wanted to get away from it for a bit. He decided a small distraction wouldn't hurt. "Yeah, let's go for a drive." the older man said as he gave you a reassuring smile, "Where do you want to go?". Smiling widely at his agreement as you stood up straight nodding your head believing he wasn't busy, motioning over to the passenger door as you got into the driver's side smiling to yourself before you started to drive figuring it wouldn't hurt to have some time away from everything and still make it up to him "Don't worry about it, I've got a place in mind" You spoke as you drove letting the music play in the background softly feeling happy he had agreed to join you.

Jack raised an eyebrow at your reaction. He had thought this was going to be just a short drive but you seemed to have bigger plans. The man shrugged. In response to your comment about having a place in mind, he simply nodded his agreement. He didn't much care really as he was sure wherever you picked would be fine. He settled back in the co-driver seat and looked out his window as you cruised through town. You drove to a more reclused area before you parked the car, which Nicolas used during races that Jack had recently stopped working with just to work with Nissan which you had been the only one to congratulate him on even if he wasn't all that excited to begin with, smiling over at him as different ideas filled your head of how to 'make it up to you' even if you didn't feel like you would go through with most of them since you were dating someone and you didn't think Jack looked at you the same way you had been looking at him since you met him.

Jack couldn't help but glance at you as you had parked up the car to have a chat with him and was now looking over at him with a smile. It was nice that you had offered to come by with an apology even though he felt it wasn't required. Your gaze then made him think and wonder what your plans for 'making it up to him' could be. It was probably nothing, but it didn't hurt to let his imagination run off for a little while, but he wouldn't want to ask directly as it might embarrass you. At first, Jack was wondering why you had parked so early. You both were still quite far away from the academy. Then he put two and two together. "You've got something up your sleeve, haven't you?" He asked his expression a mixture of amusement and curiosity. The man's voice was light and playful. He'd been around long enough to pick up the hints women dropped when they were attracted to him, and he got the feeling you were flirting with him at the moment. "I might." You admitted and smiled, with a touch of mischief on your face. A flirtatious look on your face. A mischievous smile spread across your face. "Yes, Jack, I've got something up my sleeve. What’s your guess? Tell me what you think, Jack. Then, I'll tell you what I have up my sleeve. You first." You giggled softly and looked at him with flirtatious eyes. The older man couldn't help but chuckle at the playful attitude. There was no doubt in his mind that you were flirting with him. Not only that, but you were enjoying it as well. He raised an eyebrow, trying to work out what you had in mind, "Alright, you really want me to guess?" He thought for a moment as you both sat in the car together. "Well, your boyfriend is away somewhere so you wanted to borrow the car he was using. But you also wanted to spend some time with me as well. Well, now, I'm only just starting to guess." Although with the tone of your voice and your body language, he thought he might have guessed already chancing it even if he was wrong. "You're gonna kiss me, aren't you?" He said with a smirk, as the older man leaned over towards you to give you an opportunity to make the first move.

"You got it, Jack." Your eyes gleamed with excitement and your smile only got broader as you nodded your head in response. You giggled and moved so that you were closer to him before tilting your head to the side. Reaching towards him slowly and brushed back his hair, admiring how soft it was to touch before taking him with your lips softly. You kissed him softly at first and after a moment, you added more passion to the kiss. It was all a game for both of you. A fun and playful game. Once Jack had guessed correctly, his reaction was to lean closer to you, putting a hand gently on your waist as he met you halfway for the kiss. It was a brief moment of closeness that you shared in the car but it was a pleasant surprise for the older man. Eventually drawing away from the kiss, he sighed, his face flushed at the moment's passion. "Someone's been waiting for that one". He teased. He tilted his head in the opposite direction, so his now free hand could play with your hair a bit as you kissed him back. As you both kissed again, he slowly slipped an arm around your waist. In between kisses, he asked, "You sure you wanna be doing this? I don't wanna be the cause of trouble with your boyfriend. You need to consider if you're really okay with this.".

"Of course, I'm okay with this." You replied as you pulled away with that same flirtatious smile and look, as you reached a hand up to caress his face. "I have been waiting for this to happen, for some time now." You giggled as you looked at him with your hands roaming around his body, his hair, his cheeks, his neck, his… You had wanted Jack so badly. "What about you? Do you still want to be doing this?" You were serious, playful, and flirtatious all at the same time. Despite the age gap, the man still felt like he was a teenager again. His heart raced as he met your sparkling eyes, the older man's hand now on your waist squeezing gently. He thought about your question for a moment. "Yeah I still want to, but you're gonna have to promise me one thing." He said, a mischievous smile on his face as he leaned over to kiss your neck before he spoke again, "You really mean it when you say you're okay with this. Yes, I certainly want to." Jack said with a nod, as he kissed you once again, "I'd be a liar if I said otherwise.". The man continued to brush through your hair a bit as the two of them kissed once more. "I just don't want to be the sort of guy to cause problems for you with your boyfriend." He reiterated as you roamed your hands across his body. Jack enjoyed the playfulness, but the other part of him felt slightly guilty. He couldn't have imagined Nicolas would approve of what he and you were doing.

Your hands started running down his torso. You smiled as you enjoyed and savored the moment with the older man you had been crushing on. "No worries, Jack." You whispered into his ears, your voice almost a whisper. "Nicolas does not have to know about this." You took his hands placing them on your soft thighs. "No one besides us has to know." Giggling and your eyes gleamed with excitement, your lips curled into a small cheeky smile as you waited for his reaction. As you spoke, Jack felt his face start to heat up as his hands began to run lightly along your smooth thighs, enjoying the texture. When you had finished speaking, all he did was nod in agreement. "You're right, no one has to know what we did." He said softly, as he continued his caresses around your thighs inching up higher, and began to lean in closer towards you as you both sat back in the driver and co-driver seat. His eyes were also filled with mischief and passion, as you both knew what was going to come next.

Placing your hands back onto his shoulders and pulled him even closer to you. The two of you shared a passion-filled kiss as you made more intimate contact. You wanted to enjoy this moment with Jack, knowing there only was such a limited time for this. And it would be wrong and unfair for your boyfriend, Nicolas, to ever know. But it didn't make you feel less guilty as you were having such an intimate moment with Jack, You giggled again, and a soft moan escaped your lips. You wanted him then and there, your eyes were gazing right into his. "Take me, Jack." Your words were filled with passion and excitement. The feeling of his touch and the moment you both were sharing was just perfect. As you pulled him in closer, your lips met once again in another passionate kiss. His hands kept running through the smooth skin on your thighs until he slipped his hands past your clothes and teasingly ran his fingers over your wet folds, as his mouth and tongue started to explore yours. A low chuckle escaped his lips as you moaned and begged for him. "As you wish, darling." He whispered back, as he lifted you up and carried you to the backseat. You now had all the privacy needed for this special moment.

You took a deep breath and smiled at him as he started grinding against you with a groan before undoing his pants. "I've just have to warn you of one thing, Jack." Your tone of voice changed again. "I love playing games, especially with a man as handsome and older as you." Another small, cheeky smile spread across your lips. "But this, right here, it's no game. I've been waiting for you for a while." A passionate and sexy look crossed your face as you moaned in the backseat, your eyes gazing into his. "Then I'm glad I could be that special someone for you, darling," Jack said with a small chuckle as he brushed your hair back out of your face. You didn't need to tell him twice that you were serious about this. He felt your stare, and it made his heart race a little in his chest. "I think you deserve some special attention right now." He added as his voice became a little more passionate, and he took your face in his hands and kissed you once again.

With his shirt off now, your hands started to caress his muscular chest, moving down further down his torso and down to his hips, squeezing his hips as you kissed passionately once again, your mouth devouring his, and your hands gripping at his body. As you moaned while he finished talking off your clothes, you softly whispered into his ears. "I want you, Jack." Your voice was filled with passion and excitement. Your movements were driven by your feelings for this older man and what you were feeling at this very moment. The way you were whispering to him and talking about wanting him had sent a tingly feeling through his body. It was almost like a rush of excitement, and it made it feel like time had stopped. Jack smiled through the kiss, knowing that he needed to take it to the next step. "I want you too." He whispered back, between kisses, as he slowly unbuttoned the top button of your shirt.

Your arms were still around his neck as you kissed, and you kissed back, with a hunger and excitement that you hadn't felt in a very long time. Your fingers ran down his chest exploring his body, and your senses were filled with the feeling of him. "You look… so sexy, Jack." You whispered seductively as you kissed him again. Your hands caressed his lean and built physique. The older man was in good shape and he knew it, but he found it was also lovely to see his younger counterpart's excitement and compliments about him. He continued the kisses back, moving his mouth back and forth between her lips and your neck and collar. "And you look… absolutely beautiful." He said before in between kisses, as he continued teasing you then slowly pushed his fingers inside of you with a groan. He moved his body closer to yours enjoying how wet you were over all this. You pressed yourself closer toward him and your bodies were as close to each other as possible. "Jack", you said with a soft moan, your face glowing with excitement. "I wanna show you," you whispered, your hands roaming up and down his back, exploring every inch of his body. "Just how much I want you." You bit on your lower lip and kissed him once more, passionately and with desire as you started moving your hips against his fingers with more moans on your lips. He held you closely as you kissed, holding you close to his body as your hands explored all aspects of him. His muscles were still firm but he had lost some mass since his racing career. You would feel the difference in how he was built compared to Nicolas. "Show me, darling." He whispered back once your lips parted. With his back pushed up against the seat, and his legs on either side of you, he was almost on top of you, his body pressed against yours. He'd pulled you closer by putting his arms back around you.

Moaning loudly and whispering, holding him close and caressing him as you slowly lose yourself in the moment of pleasure. Your body shuddered and trembled as you felt his fingers moving faster inside of you. "Don't hold back, Jack." You whispered seductively in his ear as you kissed his neck passionately leaving marks. "Make me yours." Your eyes sparkled as they met his as you looked him in the eyes with excitement, anticipation, and desire as the feeling of Jack's body was so different from the one Nicolas possessed, It had been a long time since you actually felt a man's touch at least one that cared, and the feeling was just divine and perfect. Jack was glad you were losing yourself to the moment. He didn't feel guilty anymore about his relationship with you, and your words were turning him on more and more. "Oh, I haven't been holding back from the start, darling. And I'm not going to start now." Jack whispered back as he curled his fingers. "You're mine." His other hand slipped up your chest before he started to explore your breasts as he toyed and pinched at your nipples.

Moans escaped your lips as your body shuddered from the touch of his hands exploring the deeper parts of your body. You could feel how excited your body was, as it trembled and shook with so much passion and excitement inside. There was no holding back, as you moved your head to the crook of his neck. "I'm yours. Only yours, Jack." You whispered seductively before your lips returned to his mouth once more. Your body shuddered with a loud moan. You clenched your teeth slightly as your hands gripped him tighter, you groaned softly as you slowly lost yourself to the feeling of pleasure, "Oh, Jack." You closed your eyes and you moaned his name loudly, as your back arched from the feeling and the sound of your voice moaning seemed to make Jack even more excited than before. You opened your legs wider to give him better access to your body and him to explore. Moans and groans escaped from Jack as he felt your pussy tighten around his thick fingers. Not the first he'd got, but it still made him shiver a bit. Your hand grip tightening around him as well as opening your legs for him, told him exactly what he wanted to know. And now he was finally able to bring you to your breaking point. "You've been a good girl." He spoke in a calm tone, as your back arched and you moaned. Feeling your body shake with excitement, gave him a rush of excitement that he had never felt before from a woman. He gave a low moan as he pulled his fingers out of you and slowly thrusted his hard leaking cock inside of you and watched as your body continued to shake and shiver from the feeling of pleasure you were getting. All thoughts left his head as he gave in to his own pleasure, pushing himself further into you as his hands gripped your hips with more force. "Ohn baby…" he said in a husky voice as he pushed further into you feeling how warm and tight around him.

All you could do was moan as you lost control of yourself as he started to pick up his pace. Your hands gripped and clawed his shoulders, as you moaned louder and louder. When he uttered your name, a loud moan left your mouth. A wave of pleasure rushed through your body, and a few seconds later you reached your peak as your eyes rolled back and your whole body seemed tensed up with pleasure for a few seconds. "Oh, God. Yes, Jack." He felt your grip around him becoming weaker as you came from your state of pleasure. The older man felt like he was on top of the world at that moment as he roughly moved his hips against yours groaning under his breath. No other pleasure in the world compared to what he got from you right at that moment. When you finally released and your grip around him weakened, the older man looked down and gently kissed the top of your hair as he slowed his hips down. "You have no idea how good that felt, darling… And I hope you enjoyed it too. You really are just as beautiful and sexy as I thought you were."

You were a little dizzy after cumming. You felt like a feather, light and playful as he kept thrusting slowly before closing his eyes with a low rough groan in your ear as he spilled his seed deep inside of you. At this moment you were happy and content. "Yes Jack, I enjoyed that", you said with your usual flirtatious smile as you kissed once again, with all the passion and excitement that had been building up inside you for a while. "I hope you don't mind that I was the one who took… things a little further. I knew what I wanted and I took it." Your eyes were almost glowing as you whispered in his ear. When you kissed him again, he could tell that there was definitely a different feeling in the kiss, a different dynamic. You may have taken things further, but you took them in a way where you took the lead, and it definitely turned him on. "Don't mind at all, darling. I think I like it when you take charge." He said with a sly smile, as his hands left your waist and went up to your cheek. "I'm glad you took what you wanted because now you're mine and I can take what I want too."

Your smile grew bigger upon hearing how much he liked you taking the lead. You wanted him to understand how much you enjoyed it, and seeing his smile grow bigger made you feel proud and powerful that you were able to make such a strong man like him your prey. As his hands left you, you grabbed them so you could pull yourself closer to him. "All yours, Jack." You looked deep into his tired eyes, with passion, fire, and love pouring from your own. "Whatever you want, Jack." You whispered seductively, your voice filled with lust. Jack's eyes looked deep into yours, staring right back at you. The moment felt like time had stopped, just the two of you, and as he laid on top of you, he felt a rush of power and dominance. He felt like a tiger in the room with his prey, and there was nothing that you could do to stop him. And yet, he felt an affection and a connection with you, that nothing he had ever experienced, or matched with anyone else.

[kenniel-fanfic-readerinsert]

Forget the Past, Enjoy the Present (Jack Salter x Reader)

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lame *ss title.

Disclaimers:

1. I should be sleeping

2. It's been like... 6 years? since the last time I wrote a fanfic

3. I am sorry for the cringey writing, I needed to get this out of my system

4. I only saw the movie 1 time, I hope I can go again before they remove the movie in the cinema

5. annddddd I don't own brands, names and etc. Only the cringe plot

5.5. I don't know much of how motorsports work, maybe when I have more free time I will write something really good, in the meanwhile, I ' m r e a l l y s o r r y

6. Jesus, David Harbour, I love you

Part 2 or a remake of this, yess

There is like a 10 year age gap, I believe Jack was in his 30s when the accident happened, so Reader is in their 20s making their way on racing things.

Italics for past time and details about yourself

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15 years ago…

“This is devastating” a car race has gone wrong before, but this wrong? “Jack Salter seems to have lost track of his path along with another racer. Everyone at the expectation of what is going to happen next.

“Is he all right?” Jack asked while the paramedics were taking him into the ambulance “He seems to be stable, we need to hurry”, assured his trainer.

“You’ll be okay, Jack, don’t fall sleep” he heard a familiar voice before getting unconscious.

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Present Time

Jack got a call from that stupid gremlin Danny Moore while he was working. Gamer racers? People who probably never drove a real car before on these powerful vehicles? Crazy idea, but here he was.

“Oh, but our special team is not complete yet” Danny was showing him the GT Academy, but once they reached the racetrack for the academy he stopped at the pits. Jack just sighs. “Now what?”

“I want our racers to have a different kind of life experience besides yours” Moore gave him a little smile.

“Stop talking around the bush, who is it”

“Well, you know them”

Jack just closed his eyes.

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A demi sport sedan of (your design) was nearing them on the pits. The driver’s door opened reveling a (your hair color) person. They got closer to them. The marketing expert clapped his hands and opened his arms to embrace Y/N in a hug.

“Can’t believe you still are so energetic, Daniel” Y/N greeted him. He smiled but also sensed the tension between the other two. He pulls apart from Y/N and gestured to Jack “I’m pretty sure you remember this big guy”, Moore gave Jack a gentle pat in his belly, making the taller man grunt.

“Of course, hard to forget a man with his nose. Hello, Jack”

“Hello, Y/N” they gave each other a quick look and turn their eyes to any other place possible.

Danny clapped his hands again “Well, let’s get to it!” He gave both Jack and Y/N a pat on their backs before leaving to greet the players.

Once they saw the gaming racers arrive and Jack gave them a depressing speech, Danny introduced Y/N to relieve the pressure of the competitors. “Hello, I’m Y/N, I love racing so much that I’m an Industrial Designer to understand better everything about cars. I’m a racer but since I was young, I participated in street racing. That’s why Daniel here wanted me in the team, to teach you about how savage real racers will be with you.” They gave them a wink before getting in their place behind Danny.

“All right, get comfy guys, but not so much because you start your training tomorrow” the marketer for Nissan dismissed everyone.

Jack was left confused, so they got a degree to understand more about cars?

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A couple months before the accident

“Hey, you know it wasn’t your fault, right?” they said, Y/N’s fingers touching only with the tip of the fingers in his shoulder.

“Yes it was, I should’ve more careful!” he got angry, everyone kept saying that it wasn’t his fault, that maybe could have happened with another person. He push Y/N’s hand away, but they got used to that reactions.

“Besides, what do you know about safety? The only track you know is the street, you have never been in a real race” He added fueled by the anger remembering the crash and the loss of a life.

“Is as dangerous if not more, but whatever, I tried everything to cheer you up, but it seems that you never bear my presence. I’m sorry, I hope you find peace someday.”

Y/N met Jack when they started to become more interested in racing in a professional way, not that they doesn’t enjoy street racing, but earning cups and medals looked really nice.

Jack doesn’t say anything nor gives them a glance. They picked their things up and left him alone in silence.

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The team of Danny Moore, Jack Salter and Y/N worked just fine, even if the racers ended up with mixed instructions from the older racers. Moore found it problematic, he needed Jack to be synergic with Y/N so the racers could get better and better.

“Jack, my brother”

“We are not brothers”

“Oh, c’mon, we been working for days now.”

“Whaddaya need” Jack didn’t enjoy when people interrupted his Walkman’s sessions.

“Welp, always straight to the point. The three of us, we are making a great team, but no perfect.”

If Jack got a cent for every time he sighs for something that came out of Danny’s mouth, he will have tons of money. “Now what, just tell me and I will work on it”

“Nice of you to say that. Apologize to Them”.

Jack lifted his eyebrows surprised. “You think that’s the issue? We are fine, we talk the necessary.”

“Yeah, like divorced parents. That’s the problem”

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“I liked the turn you made on that weird curb, but next time…” Y/N really takes pleasure in giving feedback to the young drivers. Jack approached and cleared his throat; the other instructor paused at the interruption and turned their head.

“Yes…?” Y/N raised a brow, clearly confused because Jack never shared a word with them aside from things related with the competitors or Danny (Danny himself is a topic).

“Can we… uh, talk, like the two of us” he tried to say as quiet as possible so the others couldn’t hear.

“Sure, let me finish with them” Y/N gave some last instructions to the gamers and then followed him far from the pits.

“Well, I don’t know how to start”

“Why are we here, then” Y/N crossed their arms.

“Fine, fine. Look, I’m sorry” he ran his hand over his face trying to find the courage. “I… what happened 15 years ago wasn’t my fault, you were by my side even if I never liked it. I was young and stupid to push you like that. I’m sorry” he ended and looked at the (your eye color). "I also took you for granted as a driver, hell you drive better than most of those assholes out there"

They cast their face down for a moment and then up to his eyes. “It’s fine, I appreciate your apology. Everything is in the past now” Y/N offered a small smile to him. He nodded his head. "And thanks for the compliment, it means a lot coming from you."

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After that they manage to find a better rhythm of teaching the competitors. A couple of weeks have passed, Y/N and Jack became friends (the first time they met doesn’t count to Y/N since it was one-sided). Sharing meals together without Danny.

Danny Moore got an eye for perfect opportunities, and again he found one. He noticed the long glances Jack gave to Y/N, and how he worries when Y/N got in a car to give the gamers extra lessons.

“Jack, my brother” He said to Jack once they were in the press room alone.

“Jesus Christ, now what?”

[americaswritings]

The best fucking race driver the world has ever seen

They all told him how lucky he had been. What a miracle it was that his injuries turned out to be so minor, considering his speed and the impact when the car had hit the barrier, broken through it and flipped in the air. He had killed someone. And yet everyone kept telling him how lucky he was. It was sick. All of it. And in his bad moments Jann wished he wouldn’t have been lucky.

or

Jack visits Jann in his hotel room after the accident and they have a much-needed conversation.

[umnitsa]

Podium

Summary: Jack has a challenge.

A/N: I feel this is a bit cracky. I giggled writing one too many times, from sheer joy xD thanks @hopsgirl for the inspiration and encouragement. I hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Jack Salter x fem!Reader

CW: fingering (f receiving), somewhat of a size kink, squirting, praise kink. Shameless appropriation of lines and structures from the movie (and I don't even care) (howl in the comments if you see it)

Jack sat on the bed, sliding his hand up and down your naked thigh. You were completely naked and he was dressed, in a dark polo and black jeans. Everything with him was a challenge… At least felt like it. You didn’t mind. He smiled gently, petting you.

“You know I need to prepare you, don’t you?” He said, softly; you nodded as an answer. “We want to do this as safely as possible. I don’t want you to get hurt in any way.”

Jack raised the dildo, and for the first time in the evening, you felt intimidated. It was big, impressively thick. You swallowed, squirming. His hand on your thigh was soothing.

“I know, right? It seems way too big, and you aren’t sure it will fit. It takes courage, you need to keep calm, and you need to want it more than anything. This is not an easy task. And it’s absolutely no shame if you give up right now. Not a lot of people can actually take it… Take me. Do you want to stop? This is your chance.”

You shiver, the whole challenge making you even more wet. You would enjoy that one. You licked your lips, some primal need to be worthy of this man’s approval taking your senses.

“No, Jack.” You sighed, his hand on your thigh too enjoyable. “Please, don’t stop.”

Jack smirked, looking pleased with your answer. He moved, placing the dildo on the bed, a bottle of lube beside it. He opened your legs gently, sitting between them.

“Are you ready?” He asked, his thumb rubbing up and down your slit, soft moans falling from his lips as he feels your slick. “It seems you are.”

He slid his index finger, his thumb pressing over your clit. You whimpered, your thighs twitching. His fingers felt so good.

“Keep still.” His voice was soft, nasal, and carried this deep commanding quality. He added a second finger and soon you could feel the filthy sound of his thrusting. He groaned and pushed another finger into you.

You felt like you were going to burst just from his fingers, you could just imagine how his cock would feel. You whimpered, grabbing the sheets, his fingers quickly picking up speed, quickly hitting the sweet spot inside you until you wailed under his watchful gaze.

You realized that he was going to make sure you would relax to take it all by overstimulating you until you couldn’t think, you couldn’t move, you would be just pliant under his hands, under his body. It made something stir inside you, as you quickly approached orgasm, your thighs trembling. He shifted, and you felt a finger over your clit, rubbing circles over your clit.

“Hey.” His soft voice cut through your pleasure. You looked down. Jack was looking up at you, intensely, lips parted, panting, in expectation. “It’s time.”

It was the way he said it; as if it was an undeniable fact, as if he was driving your body and there was no other possible outcome.

Your orgasm took you by surprise and by force. It was like an explosion, burning hot through your body and between your legs.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed happily, admiring, as you squirted all over him. “Good girl!”

Jack slowed his fingers until he stopped, one of his hands petting your belly; the other, drenched, rested against your thigh. With a smirk, he slapped your pussy, enjoying the splash. You yelped.

“You were pretty damn good for me, baby.” He paused, smiling approvingly. He looked into your eyes, and with a nod, said softly:

“You got this. One more.”

[my-heart-beat-for-anime]

MASTERLIST☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)

DUNE

Feyd-rautha Harkonenn

the true peace feyd-rautha x reader x paul atreides

Feyd-rautha x Atreides reader headcanons Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3

he loved her feyd-rautha x wife reader

heiress of fire and blood feyd x targaryen oc

Paul Atreides

the true peace feyd-rautha x reader x paul atreides

GRAN TURISMO

Jack Salter

imagine jack salter x reader

Jann Mardenborough

jann mardenborough x medic reader, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5

Nick Capa

nick capa x mardenborough reader

SPIDERMAN ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

Miguel O´hara

Love in another universe, Pt.2

THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES

Coriolanus Snow

the snowflake young president coriolanus snow x first lady reader

Treech

his belladona, Pt.2, Pt.3 treech x mentor reader

Reaper Ash

lovers reaper ash x oc

[celtic-cd-releases]

https://www.meganhendersonmusic.com/

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https://meganhendersonmusic.bandcamp.com/

[fate-grandorder-imagines]

Mod silver, is there any character that you feel kinda uncomfortable to write? (whatever the reason is)

Thanks a lot for asking this very important question!

Considering the fact that there are so many characters in the Fate Universe, yes, I do feel uncomfortable with writing for some of them. It’d be impossible to name all of them with the specific reasons why I don’t want to write about them but I can name a few.

1. I’ve received a lot of messages asking for relationship headcanons and while I greatly enjoy writing these, some of the requested characters belong to the Alignment group „Evil“ like Angra Mainyu“. And since he’s basically the embodiment of all evil I can overthink it as much as I want but I just can’t imagine any healthy relationship coming out of it. 

So him and other characters belonging to this group of ‚Evil‘ servants are characters that I greatly hesitate to write about. Of course there are exceptions just like Jalter or Salter where I might find some gaps and can write for them.. but it’s really difficult for me.

2. all servants who have a child/teenager like physical appearance, even though they might be highly intelligent - I just can’t write NSFW headcanons for them. I think the reason for this is pretty self-explanatory, but other hc‘s are a-ok though.

Some servants in this group include: Jack the Ripper, Penthesilea, Hans Christian Andersen, Saber Lily, ….

3. Servants I know next to nothing of - again, pretty self-explanatory. I’ve watched all the Fate series and even if I’m only playing FGO NA where most Servants haven’t made an appearance yet, I still have some knowledge on most of them, since one of my friends has been playing FGO JP for a while and often tells me stories about certain characters which helps a lot. While I don’t mind making myself familiar with certain servants I don’t know anything about, just reading through their wiki entry often just isn’t enough to fully understand their character, so there might be cases where I can come up with something, and there are cases where I just can’t think of anything.

For example all Servants belonging to the Alter Ego & Foreigner classes, or if naming some servants from other classes: Scheherazade, Ishtar, Fuuma Koutarou, etc.

But no matter the reason why I decline a request, I’ll always give a proper explanation as to why I don’t feel like I can do it so I hope you understand!

[blakeswritingimagines]

Open Arms *SMUT*

Summary: You broke up with your boyfriend and went to Jack for comfort.

Warnings: Cheating (done by reader), Age gap (Reader is of age), Daddy kink, Fingering and getting eaten out, Praise, Wall sex. Nicolas Capa bashing slightly but deserved

Word count: 4.0k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gran Turismo characters, nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used, nor do I claim to own them.

You were Nicolas Capa's trophy girlfriend and he was going to a costly restaurant with his team, to celebrate, and of course, you had to come too because he couldn't just leave you. You were eating and then Jack Salter a mechanic whom you often enjoyed talking to wanted to give Nicholas some advice and he got angry because a mechanic was trying to give him advice so he smashed his hand on the table "If I want advice, I'll ask my team leader. Not some mechanic." Everyone, you included was silent for a moment. As if processing what you heard about the situation. You felt a little bit worried about your boyfriend's aggressive behavior, and you wanted to help as you gently placed your hand on his own. "Nicholas, calm down. This is a nice dinner to celebrate. Jack works just as hard as your team leader but in a different way. And who knows? Maybe Jack has some interesting suggestions."

Nicolas looked at you. "This is a men's conversation you wouldn't understand. go back to doing what you do what's best and look pretty sitting there. You have no idea what goes on during these things." The smile on your face fades. You had never seen Nicolas acting this way towards you. You were shocked and hurt. A tear came to your eye, but you didn't want to ruin the moment. But you couldn't stay silent, this wasn't the Nicolas you know, he was rude, hurtful and aggressive. You had to put a stop to that. "Nicolas, I am in shock with what you just said. I have a lot to contribute to the conversation. Please apologize to Jack." You tried to keep your voice as calm as possible. Nicholas sighs. "I'm sorry if you have been offended Blake but all you've ever been for the last two years is a flower pot, sitting there and looking pretty. But I need you there just to get a good impression of my superiors and colleagues. I never wanted to say that to you because it could hurt your feelings but that's the truth. Why should I even apologize to the mechanic? I didn't ask for a woman's advice. I don't care how smart you think you are and how much you think you have to contribute to these meetings. I don't have time for that. This meal isn't about you. This meal is for me and the people I work with. Not you."

And that was enough. You weren't going to stay put and wait for Nicolas to stop talking, it wasn't just about Jack, but about the way Nicolas was treating you. You got up from your chair. "Well, Nicolas. You didn't have time to ask for my advice, you didn't have time to get my opinion, now you don't have time to be my boyfriend." You said before leaving the restaurant to go home, knowing he'd be able to change your mind and make you stay with him.

After some days, you went to see Jack who worked at Nissan to talk, hoping he could offer you some comfort and advice. You stood at the reception desk and waited for him to finish his shift. You thought about what Nicholas said and it still upset you. You couldn't understand why he was so rude when you only wanted to be part of his life and help him. Jack appears from the back of the reception desk, his face more serious than usual, "Oh…" he is taken aback a bit by your presence. "How are you?" His expression softens somewhat, and he comes closer. He looks tired; there are dark circles under his eyes, and he looks like his body hasn't been cared for as well as it should have been these last few days.

You looked at Jack worriedly. "You look… not well. Is everything ok?" You asked sincerely, and your voice was filled with care, showing genuine concern. You could see yourself in Jack's eyes, tired and stressed at work, but he was still kind and caring to offer a little support "I'm not okay, Jack." You could only imagine how you looked, the dark circles under your eyes and the exhaustion in your face. "Nicholas was so rude and disrespectful to me for no reason… I don't understand where it came from… I'm afraid I screwed up somehow. I'm so confused…" You couldn't stop the tears from falling. You were sad and lost. He pulls you into an embrace with him, wrapping his arms tight around you. "Don't worry, sweetie. You've done nothing wrong. It's Nicholas who's screwed up," he says comfortingly and soothingly, "He's rude and disrespectful. He doesn't deserve you. You're wonderful, you're kind and you're talented; please don't let him upset you."

You embraced Jack and he held you in his arms. It was nice to know that someone else cared how you were feeling. His strong arms made you feel safe. His words were comforting, but they also made you feel conflicted. "He's never treated me this way before, Jack. I'm just so confused. I can't… I don't want to leave him. I love him! I don't understand what's going on…" You said looking down at the ground and you were on the verge of crying. "Hey, look at me," he says holding you by the cheeks and looking into your eyes, "You are wonderful, you've done absolutely nothing wrong. Nicholas's behavior isn't your fault, you have nothing to be confused about. He's just been acting rude and selfish. It's his problem, his mistake." His voice becomes stern for the last couple of words, "Don't let him upset you. He doesn't deserve to affect your happiness and well-being. He's the loser, not you. Understand?"

"I understand, Jack…" You didn't want Nicholas to be your boyfriend anymore. You feel his grip become tighter as you look a bit up to find that he is leaning a bit closer to you. You were so close to him now, breathing in his wonderful scent. You don't want to let him go. He notices a change in you. He sees how you look up at him and breathe in your perfume. He can sense you don't want him to let go. He's feeling something stir within him. He doesn't know if it's just because you're here with him, but he feels something different about you than he used to. He continues to hold you in his arms, and with one hand he starts stroking your hair. He could feel your breath getting a little bit heavier as he stroked your hair. You continued to look into his eyes as if you wanted to read his mind. Your bodies were so close and it felt so good to just be next to him. You don't want that feeling to end. You move your head a little bit closer to his waiting for him to close that gap between you. You look at his soft lips and feel like you just want to kiss him.

You feel a sudden warmth inside as you continue to be embraced by Jack. You feel his arms wrapped around your body and you feel an instant sense of comfort. You were able to release all your worries and stress and all you can think about right now is to be with Jack instead of with Nicholas. Jack smells so nice and he is so kind. You want to hold on to his embrace and never let it go. As you moved your head closer, he closed the small gap between your lips and pressed his soft lips against yours. The kiss was gentle at first, but soon deepened as you both lost yourselves in the moment. His tongue teased your parted lips, exploring every corner of your mouth eagerly. He could feel your response through the kiss; your passion and desire growing stronger with each passing second. He pulled away slightly, just enough to catch his breath before pressing back in for another hungry kiss. "Mmm... I've been wanting to do this since I met you," he whispered between kisses, "You have no idea how much."

You felt his tongue explore every corner of your mouth and you welcomed it, opening up even more for him. You loved the way he tasted and felt, like nothing you had ever experienced before with your boyfriend Nicolas. As he pulled away for a brief moment, you saw the desire in his eyes and you knew exactly what he meant when he said those words. You loved how he said it too, making you feel wanted and desired by him. You deepened the kiss even more, showing him that you were just as hungry for this moment as he was. Your heart raced faster as he pulled away for a moment to speak. You loved hearing him say those words and you wanted more of that moment. You could feel his cock pressing against your thighs and you knew that he wanted something else from you too. "I've been wanting this moment too… I want all of you, Jack," you whispered back, "I want to feel your cock inside of me… I want to feel you fucking me hard…Can we go somewhere more private?"

His eyes locked onto yours as he heard your whispered confession, and a soft smile spread across his face. He nodded in agreement, breaking off the kiss briefly to say, "Yeah, we can definitely find someplace more private where I can finally have you properly." He stood up, taking your hand in his larger one and leading you towards a private office door. Once inside, he shut and locked the door behind them before turning around to face you once again. His erection was throbbing painfully against your leg as he reached down to unbutton your pants, pulling them and your underwear down together in one swift motion with your back against a wall. Your heart raced faster as he undressed you in front of him. You watched as he pulled off your pants and panties with one swift motion, revealing your naked body to him. You felt a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through your veins. You felt exposed in front of him, but you also felt a sense of liberation knowing that he wanted to see everything about you.

You placed your hands on either side of his waistband, trying to pull off his pants and boxers at the same time. You wanted him inside of you now, you needed him inside of you. You needed to feel his large cock stretching out your tight pussy. You couldn't wait any longer. "Fuck me, Jack… I need you inside of me. Make me feel good and make me forget about Nicolas." Jack's eyes lit up at your request, a smile forming on his face as he knelt down between your legs, looking at your beautiful pussy spread open before him. He leaned in and placed a warm kiss on your clit, followed by lapping at it with his tongue. He used his hands to stroke your thighs while he continued to pleasure your most sensitive spot with his wet tongue. He could tell by the way you squirmed and moaned in pleasure that you were enjoying this intimate moment together. "God, you taste delicious," he whispered.

You let out a moan of pleasure as he continued to eat you out. It felt so good having his tongue on your clit and his fingers stroking your thighs. You loved the combination of sensations running through your body. You felt herself getting closer and closer to an orgasm with every passing second. You wanted more of him though. You wanted him to make you cum with his mouth before anything. "More, Jack… I want more…" You whispered, with your head tilted back against the wall and your eyes rolled back into your head. Jack increased his efforts, using his tongue to work your pussy even more effectively. He could tell by the way you were begging for more that you were close to climaxing. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel incredible pleasure in a way that Nicolas clearly never could. "Almost there, love," he whispered, "Just a little bit more..." Without warning, Jack suddenly inserted two of his fingers inside your tight pussy, adding another dimension of stimulation to your already overwhelmed senses. You let out a moan of pleasure and arched your back, unable to contain your ecstasy any longer.

As he inserted his fingers inside of you, you let out a long moan of pleasure and pleasure, feeling his cock twitch with anticipation at the sight of you enjoying it so much. "Fuck," you whimpered, "I wanna cum…" You said between breaths, "Make me feel better than Nicolas ever did…" you added. Jack's cock throbbed painfully at the request, his desire for you burning hotter than ever. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel better than Nicolas ever did, to show you just how good it could feel to be with someone who truly cared about your pleasure and fulfillment. "Yeah, baby," he growled, "I'll make you feel so fucking good..." He increased the pace of his finger movements, using both his thumb and fingers to tease your sensitive folds expertly. He could tell by the way you let out short gasps of pleasure and begged for more that you were on the verge of exploding with need and desire. "Cum for me," he whispered, "Let me hear you scream my name..."

You let out a loud, guttural moan of pleasure and need, unable to hold back any longer. Your entire body trembled with pleasure as you felt the waves of need and desire coursing through her entire being. "Daddy… Fuck… I'm cumming… Ahhhh…." You cried out, "Make me cum for you…" You added. As you reached your peak moment of release, you let out a series of intense contractions, your pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as you released hot, sticky juices onto his hand. He waited until you had completely finished cumming before pulling his fingers out of your wet pussy, giving you time to catch your breath while he readied himself to fill you with his thick, pulsing cock. Seeing the understanding and trust in your eyes as he slipped the condom onto his throbbing member. He took a moment to admire the view of how much he already made a mess out of you before slowly pushing the rest of his length into your tight, waiting pussy. "Now we can really get started."

You let out a long, satisfied sigh of relief as you finally let go of all the built-up sexual tension you had been carrying since dating Nicolas. The feeling of pure ecstasy was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but let out a satisfied groan as you felt your pussy clenching tightly around his thick cock. "Oh god… Daddy…" You whispered, "This feels so fucking good…" You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you as you revel in the feeling of being filled by him. "Fuck…" You moaned, "I need this so bad." Jack smiled down at you, his eyes burning with desire as he gazed at your luscious body, already imagining the warmth and fullness of his thick cock filling your tight pussy. He watched as you eagerly awaited him, your pussy glistening with excitement and anticipation. "Here I come, baby," he rumbled, "Gonna fill you up real good." With a grunt of effort, he pushed his large condom-covered cockhead against your entrance, and then slowly thrust to push inside of you, feeling every inch of his girth stretching your tight walls to the limit. He could feel you wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto him for dear life as you reveled in the sensation of being filled by him. "I'm going to make you forget all about that loser Nicolas, I'll show you just how good real pleasure can be."

As he began to slide his thick cock inside of your tight pussy, you let out a low moan of pleasure and relief, feeling the warmth and fullness enveloping your sensitive nether regions, holding onto him for dear life as he began to fill you up completely, pushing past any lingering resistance or discomfort that might have remained from previous experiences with Nicolas. "Oh god… Yes… Fill me up with your big cock," you whispered. "I want all of you inside of me," Jack grunted with satisfaction as he fucked you completely, feeling the tight squeeze of your pussy walls enclosing around his length. He loved the way you wrapped your legs around him with your back still against a wall, holding onto him for dear life as if he were the only thing keeping you safe from harm or pain. He knew that you trusted him completely, and that made him feel incredibly proud and protective of you. "That's right, baby," he rumbled, "Feel how big and strong I am?" He started to thrust deeply into your pussy, driving his thick cock as deep as possible within your tight confines. Each powerful stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body, causing you to arch your back and cry out in delight at the intensity of the sensations he was creating for you.

As he began to thrust powerfully into your tight pussy, you let out a series of high-pitched moans and cries of pleasure, feeling the intense fullness of his large cock filling you completely. You couldn't help but let out a small giggle when he asked if you could feel how big and strong he was, knowing that he truly was everything you had ever desired in a lover and more. "Yes… I can feel how big and strong you are," you replied. "Fuck me harder… Make me cum again…" You begged. Jack's heart swelled with pride and satisfaction as he heard you begging him to fuck you harder, to make you cum again. He increased the pace of his thrusts, driving his thick cock deeper into your welcoming pussy with each powerful stroke. He loved the way you craved his attention, knowing that he was finally making you feel truly satisfied and fulfilled after however long of being neglected by Nicolas. "That's right, baby," he growled, "I'm gonna fill you up so good." He increased the intensity of his thrusts even further, his hips moving faster and his cock pounding into your depths with unrelenting force.

As he increased the intensity of his thrusts, you let out a series of pleasured gasps and moans, your body trembling with anticipation and excitement. You couldn't believe how much pleasure you were experiencing from simply being filled by the older man's cock, and you found yourself getting more turned on with each passing moment. "Oh god… Fuck me hard… Make me cum again… I want to be completely filled by your big cock." You pleaded, "Please… I need this so bad…" You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you continued to feel his powerful thrusts, desperate for more of his attention and affection. "Fill me up completely… Please… Daddy…" You whispered, "I need you to make me cum again." Jack's cock throbbed with pleasure as he heard you beg for him to fuck you harder and make you cum again, knowing that he was fulfilling all of your deepest desires and fantasies. He increased the pace of his thrusts even more, driving his thick meat into your tight pussy with relentless force, determined to give you everything you needed and more. 

"You're going to get everything you want, baby," he growled, "I'm going to fill you up so good." He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he continued to pound into your depths, driving home his message of dominance and possession. With each powerful stroke, he reminded you who was in control now - not Nicolas, but him. As you climaxed for the second time, your body shook with pleasure and release, your walls clenching tightly around his thick cock as you let out a series of loud moans and gasps. Your mind was clouded with pleasure and bliss, unable to think clearly or form coherent thoughts as you leaned there pressed against the wall and him, completely spent from your latest orgasm. "Ahh… Ahh… Yes… cum inside of me… Fill me up completely," you whimpered. "I need you to cum inside of me… Only you can make me feel this way…" Your breathing slowed down slightly as you rested in post-orgasmic bliss, feeling completely content and satisfied from being completely filled by his large cock. "Cum inside of me… Make me yours forever…"

Jack's cock throbbed with pleasure as he watched your body shudder with pleasure and release, feeling your tight pussy clenching tightly around his thick meat as you climaxed for the second time. He knew that he had brought you to this state of pure ecstasy, and it made him feel incredibly proud and dominant. "That's right, baby," he growled, "I'm going to fill you up and make you mine." He continued to pound into your depths with unwavering determination, driving his thick cock as deep into your pussy as possible while she softly mewled, completely spent from your latest orgasm. "Alright, baby," he growled, "Here it comes." His thick cock erupted inside of you, filling your womb with hot bursts of cum that spilled into every corner and crevice of your wet cunt. He continued to pump his load deep into your waiting depths, feeling your walls clench tightly around him as if you tried to hold onto every last drop. "There ya go," he whispered, "That's my good girl."

Jack pulled his thick cock out of your still quivering pussy, watching as strings of cum dripped down your inner thighs and onto the floor below them. He knew that he needed to take care of you and provide you with some tender aftercare after giving you the ultimate pleasure. "Alright, sweetheart," he whispered. "Time for some aftercare." He leaned down and kissed you gently on the lips before reaching for a nearby box of tissues to clean you up with. Slowly snapping back to reality when he started talking about providing you with some tender aftercare. You looked at him with gratitude in your eyes, grateful for his consideration and love towards you. "Thank you… Can we cuddle together?" You asked, "I want to feel your warmth surrounding me… I want to feel safe and protected in your embrace…" You reached out more for him, seeking comfort and security from his strong arms as they held you close during the intimate moment together. "Can we cuddle together? Please?" You whispered, "I need your warmth and affection to help me relax and recover from everything."

Jack smiled reassuringly at your request for cuddling, happy to provide you with the comfort and security you needed not even after such an intense session but your relationship. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him and holding you tightly against his chest as he began to rub your back gently, soothing away any lingering tension or discomfort. "Of course we can cuddle together, baby," he whispered, "I'll keep you nice and warm." He held you tightly against him, his large frame enveloping yours in a protective embrace. As you cuddled together, Jack could feel your heartbeat slowing down, calming your racing pulse and bringing your body back into a state of peaceful relaxation. And at the end of the day, you couldn't stop yourself from thinking about everything that had driven you to this point. Nicolas was easily now a thing of the past. He was selfish and rude and didn't deserve you. You couldn't see yourself being with him anymore. You would rather be with a man like Jack. Kind, considerate, and treats you the way you want to be treated. You had no guilt about the situation with Nicolas. You did what was best for yourself, and had no regrets.

[umnitsa]

omg yes a story with Jack Salter would be so🥵🥵

I need to write more Jack Salter... I probably will when I watch the movie again <3 (I even imagined a mechanic AU, but to be honest, I know nothing about mechanics ahahahah)

[reddirtramblings]

It’s Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day, and since it’s June, it’s daylily season. Time for me to flit about the garden and wax rhapsodic about these big, bright perennials which take over for about two months each year. As I walked the back garden this evening, I pondered why daylilies garner so many gardeners’ imaginations including mine. I think it’s because they make the garden new every single day.

Special thanks to Carol of May Dreams Gardens for sponsoring Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day. Hop over to her site and see what’s blooming all over the world.

Echinacea ‘Cheyenne Spirit’ and many daylilies, including ‘Bricks Galore’ on the right, brighten my back garden.

Click on the galleries below to enlarge the photos and read the captions.

Hemerocallis ‘Small World 3D Snowflake’ (Miller-M., 2015) which is huge in the garden. This photo doesn’t really do it justice. It’s supposed to double, but it hasn’t in my garden thus far. It may not be hot enough yet. I bet to differ on that. It is listed as a Unusual Form, Crispate-Cascade-Spatulate, Double 95%.

Hemerocallis ‘Rolling Raven’ (Stamile, 2007), is a Spider with a 4.00:1 ratio. Spider people are very particular about their petal ratio measure. I just love this dark daylily.

Hemerocallis ‘Apache Beacon’ (N. Roberts 2005) is a Unusual Form Crispate which means the petals pinch. I love this flower so much. It truly is a beacon in the garden.

H. ‘Sunset in Oz’ (Herrington-T., 2015) is an Unusual Form Cascade which means its petals twirl and curl. I am really fond of the Oz series of daylilies, and I will be buying more. They are great garden performers.

Hemerocallis ‘Light as Air’ (Reed 2014) with ‘Cheyenne Spirit’ Echinacea.

No day during daylily season is the same. Flowers emerge fresh and beautiful each morning. If only we humans could do the same.

Each morning I run outside to catch new cultivars blooming for the first time, while earlier ones flower on new scapes (stems.) It makes for a whole different aspect each morning and evening as darker colors fade. As I look, I’m considering how my daylilies mingle with other plants creating new vignettes every daybreak. Maybe that’s why they captured me body and soul years ago.

Hemerocallis ‘Bullfrog Kisses’ with a small green frog. Kind of a funny parallel.

We are in the middle of Season Hemerocallis, and I don’t mind the takeover. I really don’t. I love all my flowers and fauna, but the daylilies hold a special place in my red-dirt-girl heart. Maybe it’s because they shelter the little green frogs in my garden. I like any plant that shelters or feeds a creature. Speaking of which, many daylilies are beloved by pollinators. Look closely, and you may see golden pollen spilled on many of the blooms as you go throughout your own garden. I find the little green metallic bees especially love daylilies.

Hemerocallis ‘Sherry Candy’ (Stamile 2006) is one my friends at the Central Oklahoma Hemerocallis Society said I needed. Boy, were they ever right! I’m not sure the photo does it justice.

H. ‘Sherry Candy’ (Stamile 2006) and H. ‘Mama’s Cherry Pie’ (Shooter-F., 1998) in the new border we expanded this year. it is just starting to take off, and I’m rather pleased with it.

H. ‘Prissy Girl’ thus far is a good example of a pretty face on a not-so-great plant. Now, it make take off next year and start blooming up out of the foliage, but not yet. If it doesn’t I will dig it up and throw it on the compost pile.

Oh, and we must not forget fragrance. Many daylilies are very fragrant. It may be a scent more subtle than true lilies, but it wafts over the garden like a sultry Samba dancer most mornings. The scent is another good reason to grow these beauties.

However, if we’re honest, we mostly grow daylilies for their sweet faces which can take almost any form from round bagels to wild twirling UFs floating on the Oklahoma breeze.

Hemerocallis ‘Harmonic Hues’ (Lambertson, 2012)

H. ‘American Classic’ (Trimmer, 2013) is actually listed as lavender, but it looks rather pink to me.

H. ‘Patrician Splendor’ (Stamile, 1996)

Hemerocallis Pink Lemonade Party (Salter, 2006).

In the beginning, I was all about the bagel form of daylilies because I loved their round shape. I still do, but I’m finding my newest purchases are Unformed or UF daylilies, crispate or cascading. I say I’m especially fond of cascading, but I’m not really sure that’s true. I have a lot of the crispate too. I think UFs blend into the garden landscape more readily than the large ruffled forms. I still grow those too though. I guess I’m not a daylily specialist.

Then, there was my pink period where I only collected pink cultivars especially those of Patrick Stamile. Now, you might say I’ve branched out a bit.

I’ve bought a lot of plants from James Hall, and he always sends along one of his cultivars. I’ve been pleased with most of them including ‘Buddy’s Yellow Bird.” It is another huge UF Crispate.

Hemerocallis ‘Ninja Storm’ with another daylily behind.

H. ‘Screamcicle’ screams its parentage of ‘Primal Scream’ and ‘Outrageous.’ It may not be your cup of tea, but I think it beckons us into the garden. I think it’s splendid.

Hemerocallis ‘Buddy’s Wild and Wonderful’ on the left and ‘Black Sheep’ on the right are two great daylilies I grow. ‘Buddy’s Black Jack’ is in there too, but I think it finished blooming.

Hemerocallis ‘Buddy’s Wild and Wonderful’ for a second photo. Sorry, i had to.

H. ‘Buddy’s Wild and Wonderful’ takes the most splendid photos and looks great against ‘Tamukeyama’ Japanese maple.

In addition to the daylilies, there are plenty of other plants blooming for GBBD. One I wanted to be sure and point out is ‘Phenomenal’ lavender. I’ve never seen a lavender thrive quite like it. Last year, during Garden Bloggers’ Fling in Washington, D.C., we were given a sample plant of this lavender, and Lloyd Traven told us we would love it. He was so right! Mine multiplied in size over the winter and is now huge. I liked it so much I bought three more plants to edge the potager. It thrives, and get this–pollinators love it. You should order some. I ordered four more ‘Phenomenal’ lavender plants from American Meadows today. They’re on sale for half price and will ship in the fall. Bear in mind though, mine are planted in the raised beds of the potager. All lavender wants excellent drainage.

In other words, don’t plant it in Oklahoma red clay. It will most likely drown.

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Before we go, assuming you’re still with me, here are some shots of the garden right now. I think it’s quite pretty. Now, I’m going over to Carol’s blog to see what everyone else is growing. You should too.

Back garden with H. ‘Radiation Biohazard,’ ‘Guadalajara’ and ‘Red Headed Hussy.’ They make a pretty trio.

Back garden triangle just below the deck. It’s part of the original back garden that is almost 29 years old.

Back garden from the side as I come in the white arbor. The ‘Annabelle’ hydrangeas are at the end.

Probably my favorite photo in the post. I took it before the rains came. I’m standing in the new shade garden and shooting south.

A view of the center left side at the bottom of the back garden. This is one of four long beds.

New rose statue we picked up in Sandstone Gardens outside Joplin, MO. This little statue solves a problem for me. Beneath it is a large sandstone rock that I cannot move, and every year, I try to plant something there. Now, I won’t.

Sombrero Sangrita trial plant echinacea with ‘Laura Bush’ petunias. I’ll let you know how they do as the season progresses.

Sombrero Granada Gold echinacea trial plant. I quite like this color.

Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day: Daylily season It's Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day, and since it's June, it's daylily season. Time for me to flit about the garden and wax rhapsodic about these big, bright perennials which take over for about two months each year.

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The Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954) starring Richard Carlson, Julie Adams and Richard Denning

Clawing monster from a lost age strikes the Amazon’s forbidden depths!

Be a farmer or not, 1954 is a bumper crop—for horror movies.  Imagine, in a single year, the many delicious, delectable, diabolical—and sometimes dumb—exploits added to the distorted world of this particular genre.

Let’s see . . . among the “lower,” properly forgettable films of that year: Killers from Space, Monster from the Ocean Floor, Gog and Godzilla.  Deeper, deeper, at the murkiest bottom, the lower regions of nothingness: The Bowery Boys Meet the Monsters, Devil Girl from Mars, Monsters from the Rue Rogue and The Snow Creature.  But working quality upward, there’s light, and despite those who see a disreputable genre, some titles rise above that notoriety and become something more: The Mad Magician, Them! and The Naked Jungle.

And, in this year of 1954, what about The Creature from the Black Lagoon?  Where does it stand in this bubbling cauldron of hell-broth?  Some critics go so far as to endow the film with high praise indeed, that its creature, a resilient fish-man or gill-man—all monsters are “resilient,” just look at the armies which try to defeat them—belongs in the illustrious company of Dracula, the Frankenstein monster, the Wolf Man and the Mummy.

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Truly, Creature, along with its monster, is one of the most original horrors of the 1950s.

Whatever its status among the horror hierarchy, the idea for Creature comes from the fertile—or festered?—mind of William Alland.  If the name is unfamiliar, it shouldn’t be: he’s Mr. Thompson the reporter, usually seen in silhouette, who is in search of the meaning of “Rosebud,” the dying word of the egotistical newspaper tycoon in Orson Welles’ famous 1940 movie Citizen Kane.

Much more than a minor actor, Alland is better known as a producer of horror films—It Came from Outer Space (1953), This Island Earth (1955), Tarantula (1955), The Deadly Mantis (1957) and, of course, the creature feature under discussion.

Alland, a member of Welles’ Mercury Theatre on the Air, with a hand in the 1938 radio scare of a Martian invasion, War of the Worlds, attended one particular dinner party given by Welles.  Alland heard Mexican cinematographer Gabriel Figueroa (later an Oscar nominee for John Huston’s The Night of the Iguana, 1964) regale his audience with the legend of a half-fish, half-man creature that terrorized the Amazon River, emerging annually to possess a woman victim.

Alland had the idea, Maurice Zimm put it on paper and screenwriters Harry Essex and Arthur Ross converted it to screen.  And Jack Arnold, no stranger to directing other “creature” films, including his masterpiece The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957), directs Creature.

Composers Hans J. Salter, Henry Mancini and Herman Stein, along with some Universal stock footage—even a snip from 1941’s The Wolf Man—assemble an unexpectedly integrated score.  Beware, however, of that three-note “creature theme” on the flutter-tongue trumpets.  Even if it’s only a claw, the motif blares out each time the creature appears and so often the motif quickly becomes a boring nuisance long after any terror-striking effect has worn off.  Still, the three notes could be the most memorable of its kind since Franz Waxman’s five-note “monster theme” in The Bride of Frankenstein (1935).

Aside from some scenes shot in a water tank, most of the underwater photography was filmed by a second unit, over 2,000 miles from Hollywood, in the sparkling clear waters of Wakulla Springs, about fourteen miles south of Tallahassee, Florida.  One of the first films shot there was Tarzan’s New York Adventure (1938).

So it is to this spring, passing for the Upper Amazon, that a scientist, Dr. Carl Maia (Antonio Moreno, Captain from Castile, 1947, The Searchers, 1956), finds the fossilized remains of a scaly forearm and webbed claw-hand.

Not even three minutes into the film, the audience hears the three-note motif, fortissimo, and is teased, some might think prematurely, by, this time, a living claw-hand groping at the river bank.  Carl has his back turned to this, of course.

Carl returns to civilization and recruits three companions for an expedition—ichthyologist Dr. David Reed (Richard Carlson, It Came from Outer Space, etc.), the financial backer of this expedition, Mark Williams (Richard Denning, the governor in TV’s Hawaii Five-O, 1968-80), and David’s girlfriend, Kay (Julie Adams, The Private War of Major Benson, 1955), the requisite “female in danger”—the woman the creature is after in any horror film.

With tag-along scientist Dr. Thompson (Whit Bissell, Hud, 1963, Seven Days in May, 1964) aboard, they arrive by river trawler at Carl’s camp, only to find two of his aids dead.  The jovial captain of the “Rita” is Lucas (Nestor Paiva, Humoresque, 1946, Tarantula).

After finding no more fossils, David believes that any possible remains might have been washed down the river thousands of years ago, and in traveling further down the waterway they discover the black lagoon with its primeval forest rising from water’s edge.

Having noticed Kay, the creature has followed the trawler to the lagoon, establishing the beauty-and-the-beast premise, specifically King Kong (1933), the writers admitted source of their story.  After David and Mark have dived for rocks in the lagoon, Kay goes swimming and the fish-man, somehow unnoticed, swims along beneath and around her.

The creature later climbs aboard the “Rita” and kills some of Lucas’ crew before its capture and confinement in a bamboo cage.  When the scaly prisoner escapes, he mauls Thompson.  Kay tosses a lantern and, in flames, the creature jumps overboard.

David wants to end the expedition, but Mark is bent on capturing, or killing, the fish-man.  There are more struggles.  The “Rita” is locked in the lagoon by some loose logs moved by the creature and Mark is killed in an underwater fight with the aquatic adversary.

When Kay is kidnapped to a grotto by the fish-man, David, Carl and Lucas rescue her, but not before shooting the creature, which retreats into the lagoon.  The last shot of the film is of its body sinking limply to the bottom of the lagoon.

The Creature from the Black Lagoon, which seems, at least on first viewing, so unified creatively, contains at least six “doubles,” necessitated by the second unit work in distant Florida.  The credited “surface” director might be Jack Arnold, but for the underwater scenes it is James C. Havens.  Likewise, the Hollywood cinematographer, William E. Snyder, is replaced in Florida by Scotty Westbourne, using a then innovative underwater camera.  This was about the same time as Beneath the 12-Mile Reef (1953) and 20,000 Leagues under the Sea (1954), films known, at the time, for their spectacular underwater photography.

In Hollywood, lead actress Julie Adams is making her signature movie, while beneath the water, exhibiting acrobatic stunts and somersaults, is Ginger Stanley, then a performer at Florida’s Silver Springs tourist attraction.  In the swimming sequence between “Adams” (Stanley) and the fish-man, some critics have seen a highly erotic ballet, a “love dance,” intimations of sexual intercourse, albeit from a distance.

Aside from the water tank shots, actors Carlson and Denning are doubled in the lagoon sequences by two local college students hired for the occasion.  On the boat and getting in and out of the water, Carlson wears two air tanks, Denning only one, a distinction replicated by the stand-ins beneath the surface.

Even the fish-man leads two lives.  Stalking on the surface, climbing aboard the trawler, being set on fire or shot at, Ben Chapman is the creature; under the water it’s Ricou Browning, who, as a result of this filming experience, became a director, writer, producer and underwater cinematographer.

Milicent Patrick, supposedly the first woman animator at the Walt Disney Studios, designed the creature’s outfit, though Bud Westmore took unfair credit, as is so often the case with him.

With the fish-man only presumably dead in the end, the writers and producer left room for—that’s right!—a sequel, and not one but two.  Neither The Revenge of the Creature (1954) nor The Creature Walks Among Us (1956) is as good as the original, and although still another remake is rumored, so far the nearest to one is The Shape of Water (2017), which its director, Guillermo del Toro, said was inspired by the 1954 film.

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Bill Minor – Fallen Hero

W. F. (Bill) Minor, legendary civil rights journalist and investigative reporter died this week at the age of 94. Once called “The Conscience of Mississippi,” Minor used his observant, objective, ethical world view to shine a spotlight on the many injustices he witnessed in an attempt to prod his adopted state to become a more just, equitable, and humane place. 

The first time I met Bill Minor was at his home in Jackson in November 1996. I was a shy, untested wannabe writer who had an idea for a civil rights book; he was a veteran reporter, having covered every significant civil rights event in Mississippi during the 1950s and 1960s, from the Emmett Till trial to Medgar Evers assassination and beyond. Needless to say, I was nervous. Bill, on the other hand, was warm and welcoming. He invited me into his spotless, well-appointed home and we sat in his sunlit living room and talked for an hour. I was spellbound.

Bill Minor at his home in Jackson, Fall 1996.

I didn’t realize his reputation when I called him just the day before to see if he’d have time to do an interview. He was accommodating. By then, he had lots of time. He was no longer the on-the-beat Mississippi reporter for the New Orleans Times-Picayune (Bill was a native of Louisiana) and a stringer for such national outlets as the New York Times, the Washington Post, and Newsweek magazine. Those days were long gone. He still wrote a weekly syndicated column about Mississippi politics, “Eyes on Mississippi,” which he dutifully and got to his editors (as he would until this past November, at age 94!). And he had had a stroke a few years before so he had slowed down a bit and his speech was somewhat slurred, but his mind was sharp and his memories clear.

 By contacting Bill, I was hoping to find an objective witness to the events of May 28, 1963, someone who had been on the scene at the Jackson Woolworth’s sit-in—the subject of my proposed book. Fred Blackwell, the photographer who took the now-famous sit-in photo, told me Bill had been on hand throughout the entire three-hour ordeal and that I should call him. That’s how I ended up fumbling with my tape recorder, trying to find an electric outlet while chatting up this legend of the Mississippi press corps.

Minor was on hand during the entire sit-in. He is likely the obscured man in the black hat in the upper right hand corner. 

 I needn’t have worried. Bill was full of stories and loved nothing more than telling them to a receptive audience. His descriptions were fine and detailed. He had a reporter’s eyes and ears and he knew which facts would have the most empathetic impact on readers. The story from our first encounter that stands out in my mind is the one that had a double impact. For two weeks after the now-famous Jackson sit-in took place, the city erupted into a wave of non-violent protest against the existing white supremacist rule. Minor covered the demonstrations daily and wrote extraordinary reports that guided my research.

 Then Medgar Evers was assassinated. Minor was stunned. The next day he went to Medgar’s NAACP office to cover a march that activist and Evers protégé John Salter had planned. Salter was watching the march from the porch of a black homeowner when police spotted him and dragged him off the porch and into the yard. There they began beating him mercilessly with billy clubs, one of which was directed squarely at his head. “A cop hit him so hard, it sounded like Joe DiMaggio knocking a home run out of the ballpark,” Minor told me. The image connects immediately. And every time I tell it to audiences, they wince. Everyone knows that sound and can only imagine what it must have felt like. Minor witnessed it and would tell it often, sometimes substituting the slugger Mickey Mantle for DiMaggio.

John Salter after the brutal police beating in Jackson after the Medgar Evers assassination. Minor retreated to a church to pray for his city after witnessing the attack.

He also was not shy about showing his own emotions by telling me what happened next. “It would tear me up something awful,” he said of having to witness violence against peaceful demonstrators. “The day Salter was walloped,” he said, “it upset me so much that before I could go back to the Capitol (where out-of-town reporters had a press room) to write my story, I went to a Catholic church downtown. It just tore at my soul so much that I just … that was the only thing I could think of to do.”

Reports of Minor’s passing have appeared in all of the major news outlets, including The New York Times and The Washington Post and PBS NewsHour. He was a journalists’ journalist. Largely unknown and unsung outside of his beat state of Mississippi (Minor was born and reared in Louisiana, thus his allegiance to the Times-Picayune), all of the major civil rights reporters knew him and sought his insights and advice over the years. No less than David Halberstam called him “a hero to other men who are heroes themselves.”

 It was only six months after our first meeting that I would encounter Bill Minor again, this time on my own turf in Washington, DC. He was being honored by many of those same journalists he had helped during the civil rights period at a swanky luncheon at the Mayflower Hotel. I read about it in a profile of Minor the weekend before and wrangled tickets for myself and Joan Trumpauer Mulholland, one of the heroes of the Jackson Woolworth’s sit-in who lived (and still lives) in Arlington, just across the river. This story goes to the heart of Minor’s character, his self deprecation, his willingness to share the spotlight.

 The occasion of the luncheon was the awarding of the first-ever John Chancellor Award for Excellence in Journalism, sponsored by the Annenberg Public Policy Center of the University of Pennsylvania. (The award has since been subsumed into the Columbia University School of Journalism. The honor was posthumously awarded to PBS NewsHour moderator Gwen Ifill just last month.) Minor was bowled over when he was told he had been nominated and selected for the award, which at the time was accompanied by a $25,000 check. “It was something totally incredible to me,” he said at the time, “that they would reach down here in the boondocks. . . . “It overwhelms me, frankly. I just never expected to received something like this in my lifetime.”

 Joan and I managed to greet Bill as he entered the great ballroom where the luncheon was being held. Such luminaries as Halberstam, Jack Nelson (L.A. Times) and Karl Fleming were waiting to escort him to the stage. But Minor stopped as if in shock when Joan told him that the last time she had seen him was at the Woolworth’s in 1963—she on the receiving end of a canister of sugar and he down in the corner scribbling his notes for his next big story. It took a minute to register, then tears welled up in his eyes. He was overcome. No one else seemed to understand his emotion at the time, but after the long lunch and the longer speeches, Minor got up to accept his award and deliver his prepared remarks. But instead of reading from his script, he deviated from his text to tell the crowd just who he had encountered on his way into the hall.

 “I know that most of you here are honoring me today because you think I’m some kind of hero,” he started. “But you don’t know what courage is. I was simply doing my job all those years, reporting on the killings and the beatings and the demonstrations. We have here today a woman who puts us all to shame. Pointing past Ethel Kennedy, who was in attendance, and directly at Joan, he said. “That little lady endured the hatred and vile of the mob for three hours at the Woolworth’s store in downtown Jackson in 1963. I will never forget it. And she came to honor me here today.” Then his voice choked with emotion as he continued to point her out to the crowd.

 Though she was camera shy, I gently encouraged Joan to stand and be recognized (since the guest of honor was pointing her out!). The crowd applauded as Bill recovered his composure and continued with his prepared remarks, deeply touched by the award and all the adulation he was receiving. When the program ended, a number of the nationally known journalists swarmed Joan to hear more about her story. (Fleming had also covered the Jackson sit-in, so he was particularly interested in meeting her, as was Halberstam.) It was the first time that Joan’s story began to be widely known. Bill Minor had helped Joan emerge onto the national stage and launch her public career.

Bill Minor with Joan Trumpauer Mulholland at Tougaloo College for the 50th anniversary of the Jackson Woolworth’s Sit-In. 

 The next time we saw the conscientious journalist was at the 50th Anniversary Commemoration of the Jackson Woolworth’s Sit-In. Bill didn’t make it down to the outdoor event on the site of what was once the downtown Woolworth’s store—he was in a wheel chair by then—but he did make it to the luncheon held out at the Tougaloo College campus from which the sit-in had been launched. Gracious as ever, Bill was happy to be part of the festivities and thrilled, frankly, to still be alive to witness all of the changes that had occurred since that fateful day in May 1963. I was honored to be able to provide him with a copy of my just-published book, which he later raved about. He was never one to keep all of the glory for himself. There was enough to go around.

Bill accepting a copy of We Shall Not Be Moved.

My final touchpoint with Bill was back at his home in November 2014. I was starting a new project, attempting to tell the story of the very first student demonstration in Mississippi, the Tougaloo Nine Library Sit-In. Of course, Bill had been there to cover it, two years before the Woolworth’s sit-in put Joan on the map. And he generously ushered me back into his study this time, the holy of holies, and regaled me of stories of the many people he covered throughout his seventy year career in journalism—from Theodore Bilbo to Robert Kennedy. I’m not sure I got much out of him about the Library sit-in—I still have to transcribe that interview—but I will never forget sitting in his inner sanctum and soaking up the history that was all around me.

Bill Minor in his home office, surrounded by memorabilia from a lifetime of reporting on Mississippi politics.

Somehow I knew that would be our last meeting. He was frail and needed assistance getting back and forth between rooms by this point. I lingered longer than I should have, until his wife Gloria called him to come to supper. As I was getting ready to go, he went to his closet and pulled out a photograph from half a century ago—he knew just where it was. I looked at it with astonishment. There he was, Bill Minor, horsing around with then-Governor Ross Barnett at the Centenary Celebration of Mississippi’s secession from the Union. (Yes, they celebrated that in Mississippi!) As this occurred the day AFTER the Library sit-in, this was relelvant to my research, so I asked him if I could use it in the new book. “Of course,” he said. “That’s why I’m showing it to you!” Generous to the very end.

Joan was the one who informed me that Bill Minor had died last Tuesday. In a very simple e-mail message, subject line “Bill Minor,” she said: “He died early today. RIP, my hero.”

Bill and Mike at their last meeting in November 2014 at Bill’s home in Jackson, Mississippi.

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