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luvyeni · 1 year

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SENSITIVE; NA JAEMIN

pairings. boyfriend!jaemin x fem!reader

wc. 1.2k

warnings. boob/nipple play, cumming untouched, dirty talk, hand job, jaemin cums on your tits, mentions of photo taking.

synopsis. jaemin realizes just how sensitive your boobs really are after you cum untouched just from him playing with them.

authors note. imma be really this was self indulgent but i decided to share my thoughts with you guys

"she doesn't let you touch her boobs?" jaemin closed his eyes cringing at how loud his haechan was being , he wasn't even sure how they got on this conversation , one second they were talking about video games , and before he knew it they were having a conversation about your boobs.

"why not?" renjun hushed the boy next to him. "i don't know , whenever i go to reach for them , she just pushes my hands away." he did a hand motion that made haechan clutch his chest. "well if you're squeezing them the way you just did , i wouldn't want you to touch mines either." jaemin's face twisted into disgust. "no i don't squeeze them like that, and don't every say that again."

"maybe they're sensitive." jeno spoke up, "i heard some girls boobs are extremely sensitive and can actually cause a orgasm." haechan scoffed. "that's not true." he said. "how would you know , if you've never given a girl an orgasm in your life?" jaemin tuned out his friends who began fighting, still thinking about the orgasm just from boob play. were you really that sensitive? "look." renjun said. "just try it out once and see what happens." jaemin nodded , he wanted to see now if you were really sensitive.

"Honey bun , what are you doing?" jaemin walked into your shared room where you were leaned up against the bed frame. "just watching a movie , it's pretty good , how was your outing with the boys?" he lied down next to you , resting his hand on your stomach. "same'ole same'ole, haechan being haechan , just in a public setting." he traced circles on your stomach , thinking of a way to intro the situation. 'fuck it' he thought before speaking. "you actually came up." you turned to him confused. "me?" he hummed. "why?" you were confused. "i actually don't know how the conversation came up , but the guys were talking about their past sexual relationships and i brought up how you never let me touch your boobs." you furrowed your eyebrows. "they'll never have any future relationships if these conversations continue to happening." you laughed. "why don't you let me touch your boobs?" he said , you were silent once again.

truth was your boobs were really sensitive , and in the past , you could never last long if someone touched them during sex , not wanting to disappoint jaemin you just told him not to touch them , redirecting his hands whenever he tried to touch them whenever you two did anything sexual. "love?" jaemin tapped you. "you zoned out on me, you alright, did i make you uncomfortable?" you shook your head no. "no , it's fine , it's nothing bad." you said. "it's just that my boobs are really sensitive." so jeno was right.

"how sensitive are you?" your face was hot , the way he was asking this question had you feeling things. "well... in my last relationship , i could never last long whenever they would touch my boobs, they hated it , and i didn't want to disappoint you , so i just didn't want you to touch them." you spoke with your head low , self-consciously. "babe." jaemin lifted your head up by your chin. "i don't care how long you last , as long as you're satisfied , that is enough for me." he pulled you into a slow kiss , he pulled away , his hand slowly finding it's way up your shirt. "besides , your ex didn't know what they were talking about." his voice suddenly became darker as his hand got closer and closer to your boob. "j..jaemim." your breathing was ragid.

"i'd find it hot if you came untouched , just from me touching your tits." his hand covered your breast , you let a soft moan. "did you like that?" he smiled , you nodded. "you're not wearing a bra love , why is that?" he began to gently rub your boob , leaving kisses along side your jaw. "i...i don't like wearing them." he hummed , letting his thumb glide across your nipple. "jaemin... fuck." you moaned. "t..that f..feels so good." he kissed down your neck to your collarbone. "does it?" he smiled through his kisses. "how 'bout you take this shirt off and let nana make you feel even better." you nodded , "please." your softed fucked out voice made his cock harden in his jeans.

you sat up , pulling your shirt over your head , jaemin groaned at the way your boobs bounced at the impact. "jesus babe , may cum untouched just from watching your tits bounce like that." your face was hot , "nana." you whined , and he chuckled. "i got you love, nana's got you, lay back down for me." you obeyed , lying down, he took one boob in his hand , rubbing it. "so fucking cute , moaning like this just from me touching your boobs." he kissed around the areola of your other boob.

"wait jae- oh my god." you moaned as he took your other boob into his mouth. "jaemin fuck." he smiled against your boob , as he began to lick and suck on your nipple. he continued the assault on both your breast , running his thumb around your nipple, sucking on the other one , you were a moaning mess , the stimulation was becoming too much , the coil in your stomach slowly tightening. "j..jaemin , i..i'm about to.. im about to cum." jaemin was shocked , but he wasn't about to deny you this , since he desperately wanted to see you cum untouched too.

"go a head princess , cum for nana." he bit down on your nipple softly and that's all you needed to cum. "jaemin , fuck!" jaemin was in awe as he watched your legs shake as you came. "did you like that?" you nodded. "i really did.""fuck love that was so hot." he groaned , he couldn't help but grind his hard cock against your thigh. "jae do yo- please." he pulled his cock out his confinements , guiding your hand down to where you needed him the most , you grabbed a hold of his cock , stroking it. "fuck that's it." he bucked up into your hand, kissing your neck. "baby , fuck im about to cum." you sped up your pace.

"do you want to cum on them?" you kept up your pace. "do you want to cum on my tits?" he almost came , the way you sounded so innocent , but your words were so lewd. "fuck baby , you're gonna kill me." he straddled your hips , holding on to the headboard with one hand , his cock on his other hand.

"fuck baby , these tits a perfect , i can't wait to paint them in my cum." he tapped his cock on your boobs. "fuck jae." you moaned , reminding him just how sensitive you were, he felt himself about to cum , you guided your hand to his cock , replacing his hands with yours. "fuck fuck fuck, im gonna cum." you ran your thumb over his slit.

"fuck, im cumming, ngh! " he came with a string of curse words , painting your tits with his cum , some getting on your chin. he held on to the headboard for a second catching his breath. "did you like it?" you asked , he looked down , almost getting hard again at how lewd you looked covered in his cum , he needed to take a picture of this. "of course i did baby." he kissed your lips , climbing off of you.

"nana, i need a tissue." you whined , "okay , baby give me a minute." he picked his phone up , opening up his camera. "what are you doing?" he smiled sweetly.

"be a good girl and lay there , i need to take a picture of you looking like this , all pretty for me."

©️LUVYENI

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blind-bytes · 1 year

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any thoughts on pervert! cyno 🥺 i am desperate for new cyno content but my greediness isn't satisfied with the short headcanons i can see on my dash 😔

would he be a closet pervert? would he be a mean pervert? i wanna know more about what you think on pervy! cyno

cyno is such a perv! but he's so suble and secret about it that no even knows! he steals your panties when you arent looking! :( it's frustrating to you to be honest, you keep "losing" pairs and you don't know where they went .. sometimes he even returns them! but not normally at all, noo, he only returns them after he's cummed in them and then you're getting all his cum over your pretty pussy! you didn't even get a chance to notice since you were rushing this morning to get dressed! you just keep squirming around, your thighs rubbing against each other and spreading his cum more as you're seated, you're on a lunch date with cyno and you feel bad for being distracted! but it's not your fault, you don't know why you're so wet down there right now :( maybe you really are a whore hm? cyno who comes over to your apartment on a supposedly movie night at your place .. you guys watch a few movies but you're passing out on his shoulder, cyno of course takes this as an opportunity to use you as he pleases cyno who lays you down on your bed after carrying you to you room, he's seated between your legs as he pulls down your shorts, and smirks upon seeing the wet patches on your panties, his cum and your arousal mixing together on your pretty cunt, he pulls them down and off, his dick getting even more hard at the sight of your pretty pussy for him, all for him right? of course it is! cyno who fucks your thighs while you're asleep and cums all over your pussy and then reclothes you, leaving you no clue to how that happened when you wake up .. all you know is that you're extremely horny this morning .. so why don't you give cyno a show? make a pretty show for the camera that's hidden in your room dear <3

#cyno smut #cyno #genshin impact #genshin smut

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violet-moonstone · 5 months

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the MCU's rhetoric about political resistance/change is often so insidious. the only time we see people who want to change the status quo, theyre destructive and often incapable of feeling compassion for anyone outside of the group theyre fighting for. so the only two options are siding with the cruel antagonist who wants real change and the heroes who will make small concessions so that the audience feels good but ultimately they uphold the harmful status quo. I'm not saying this doesn't happen in real life, but when a trope pretty much becomes the default, you start to see the writer's political messages coming out. ESPECIALLY when the primary threat comes from exploited working class people/oppressed minorities and not the colonialist powers and corporations that put them in that position.

sidenote: when i watched black panther 2 and realized that the primary conflict was going to be black people fighting indigenous people and that western hegemony and exploitation of resources was just a side plot, I immediately lost all hope for that film. I loved the music, the visuals and the fight scenes, but the writing?? i was so disappointed. All the dissatisfaction I felt from Black Panther 1 came flooding back. Before they were pitting us against each other, this time it was against another oppressed group...hhhhhhh. anyway jokes on me for expecting different. I really just need to read The Deep (and if its anything like the song its based on, its probably much better executed than wakanda forever).

anyway, yes, the audience has the freedom to see things with nuance but i dont think most people will (because "its just a fun superhero move, why are you taking it so seriously?"), and I dont think the writers want them to - otherwise they'd start including more nuanced characters rather than villains who we are shown have to be defeated for the greater good, no matter how valid their arguments may be. and I understand that the vast majority of people are not watching superhero movies looking for nuance and depth but thats all the more reason why so much of the MCU's writing is concerning. Every time we're faced with a troubling political/ecological debate, the conclusion is that whoever tried to change things was in the wrong, and we'll make a small concession at the end so everyone feels somewhat satisfied and doesn't really have to confront any uncomfortable implications.

ex: infinity war shows us Thanos' eco fascism as the main (and only?) criticism of the overconsumption of resources. I may be wrong but I don't remember anyone talking about sustainability as vital solution or anything...and in FATWS the conversation is STILL about the pros and cons of the Snap - not anything to do with sustainability...because that would require the audience to be confronted with real life political implications that are bit too close to home. Even to have one or a few characters suggest an alternative and for Thanos to shoot it down because he doesn't trust people to be sustainable, and because he truly thinks killing people is the best possible plan (which makes no sense btw because it implies that all species are overpopulated at the same and that every single species in the universe consumes resources in the same way..they made movie!Thanos *seem* so intelligent but his thought process literally makes no sense. and fans bend over backwards to justify it because "hes the mad titan" even though you clearly cant use that defense based on the way he's written in the film. The writers clearly want us to see him as rational but cruel...anyway its not 2018 so let me stop beating the dead horse of this tired topic)

basically, theres rarely (if ever) a middle between the two extremes, because theres no room for that. There has to be a good guy and a bad guy...perhaps a well intentioned and misguided bad guy, but ultimately still a bad guy. The options are: pretty much nothing but minor things change and the problem still exists OR everything changes but it would require the violent villain getting their way and killing innocent people in the process.

anyway thank god for the spiderverse , which actually does the opposite (and thank god spiderverse is not directly part of the MCU and the writers actually have something to say). I think the loki show may be doing something similar but im not caught up so idk. loki to me feels like spiderverse but with less narrative cohesion

#mcu criticism #marvel criticism #say what you will about the boys but at least it has a message thats not half as wishy washy as the mcu

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r0-boat · 2 years

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Geaser Submas Au headcannons

I hope this will satisfy everyone's craving for more.

General Headcannons

Listen if we're going full 1960 style we have to drop the smartphones y'all where is the dial-up rotary phone number Where is the " I'm very sorry Emmet my dad can only let me talk for an hour "

Talking about Emmet and ingo taking you on dates to drive in movie theaters with a stick shift car.

I'm talking begging your dad to let you get a part-time job as a waiter / waitress in a diner. And one of your Greaser boys just so happens to hang out at that Dinner

Hanging out with your fellow College fancy friend group only for them to be talking shit about your greaser boys and you none of it and tell them to shut the hell up .

Oh your boys love it when your prim and proper self gets rowdy and dirty~

Listen to me right now you three and you know who you are, don't talk to me about Greaser ingo and Emmet without telling me what tattoos they have/nm (ily guys)

Greaser! Ingo

This man acts like an angel to everybody else around him except for his Greaser friend group.

He looks scary and he acts the part to get his way but in reality he's honestly a sweetheart

Ingo has Chandelure flame tattoo somewhere where he can easily cover it up (like his leg)Or an nice dragon Haxorus tattoo on his back

Listen to hear me out I hate smoking In real life but I am nothing but a whore for Greaser ingo that has a toothpick in his mouth and it's occasionally smokes a cigarette. Don't worry he's trying to quit for you okay 😫

Greaser!Emmet

He doesn't give two fucks if your parents don't approve of your relationship are you into a hot kiss and flick them off while he takes you away. He doesn't give a fuck who thinks what is acceptable. Let him be with his Doll and he will be happy. He will continue to speak his mind always.

He has a Galvantula tattoo on his chest and maybe a full sleeve of either Eelektross or archeops.

He scaled the wall of your house just sit on the windowsill talk to you

Ok my thirst still stands for and it's about smoking. Lung cancer is bad folks but oh God what a bad boy. I'm looking respectfully at a safe distance.

....*sigh*....

Fellow bisexual and pansexual I'm disappointed/j

Where is Greaser! Elesa?!

Elesa

Her parents are extremely wealthy but that doesn't mean she can't be a greaser too. And oh my God she rocks that leather jacket.

Let her wear black lipstick let her wear boot heels!

Let her ultimate wingman for the brothers to get you.

Have her spend a platinum credit card to have you dress up as a greaser and let the twins jaw drop when they see you

;) smut below

Nsfw

Lightning round! names will be bolded

Ingo even as a bad boy greaser never loses his romantic touch. He will turn on the radio to some nice songs before pulling you into a hot make-out session hopefully things will lead to even more ;)

Emmet taking me to a Cliffside Lookout Point just to have you suck him off in the car. Do you hide you under a blanket when a cop shows up to check up on him all the while your mouth is still around his cock. Of course the cop doesn't suspect a thing On the drive home he feels like a million bucks while you're contemplating on how you're going to look your dad in the eyes after that.

Ingo and Emmet has talked about sharing you before and they love teasing you about it

Emmet taking you to a drive in theater you're confused of why he's parking all the way in the back

Hhh tattoo on arm nice to look at when being fingered👀👀👀.

Maybe Emmet will get to ruin that pretty makeup and nice outfit you're wearing ;)

People don't approve of you being a relationship with ingo and Emmet? If not then why do you feel so good huh huh if two boyfriends bad, why is it twice the fun when you hang out at a bowling alley together.

#smut #ingo.thirst #emmet.thirst #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon elesa.thirst #submas #greaser!submas

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liameowlia · 9 months

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i discovered tumblr messed up and this post was not in fact posted lmao, thank god i saved the draft before hand.

warning: i tried my best to leave this as most spoiler-free as i could, but if you really don't want to know anything about the plot at all (not even vague things about it) just jump to my tldr.

i don't really have the brain-functioning hability to put into words everything i'm feeling about the miraculous movie right now, but i just wanna say i loved the movie.

i think it was GREAT, it made me extremely emotional and i'm really sorry that apparently not everyone feels the same way (and i super understand why they may differ from me), because i genuinely will hold this movie dear to heart, as a comforting piece of media to watch when feeling sad or needing a pick-me-up.

i know it seems like a joke, but this movie genuinely feels like a fix-it fic ksdksdkjk i feel like they really tried hearing the fans while producing this and it made me happy! i understand that some people are kinda mad that they did all these big changes in the movie and not in the show, and i agree that many of the aspects of the movie would be super satisfying in the show, but unfortunately it's all we got :(.

at this point i feel like the series is like a train on fire that the crew are trying to keep on track lmao. i say it as a joke, but i really do think that they've noticed how many flaws there are in so many aspects of the series and are trying to (maybe) fix them in a way that makes sense, while simutaniously going foward with the plot, but that's hard to do and will aways leave some unsatisfying things behind, and that's another reason as to why i liked the movie so much.

i know i'll unfortunately never get to have the "perfect" development or writing or plot or characterization or finale for the show, because of so many (big or small, objetive or personal) flaws there are inbedded in the show and how it has been biult up until now, but i can get pretty close to that with the movie. no, i'm not trying to say the movie is perfect, it's far from that, but watching the movie from the perspective of someone who's been watching the show since it frist aired, it made me really happy! i got to see a new version of the story, a new retelling, with most of the things i love being rearrenged, plus some new improvements, and best of all! it's canon! it's not in the same universe as the series, obviously, but still canon.

i feel like the movie made canon (parts of) a version of the story that i've always wanted for miraculous, it made it possible and true, not just frustated and sour daydream. it's canon, guys. i know that for many people that doesn't mean a lot, but for me it weirdly does. and i'm really happy about it.

i loved the songs, i love musicals, so sorry if you weren't pleased by that. i loved the designs, even though i did find adrien's art different from the series, so it took me a while to get used to (not bad, just different!). i did miss my marichat or adrien <3 marinette action, but it's fine bc it's a movie and they can't fit everything in there. i liked the pacing, but idk if that's bc i already know the basis of the plot, so idk if it'll seem rushed to someone that never watched the show. i have some other critiques and things i personaly would've changed/improved, but i mostly liked pretty much everything.

tldr, i guess (?): i loved the new miraculous movie, even though i undertand why some may not like it and have my own critiques about it. my rating is like 8/10, maybe even 9/10 depending on which aspect i'm talking about, from the perspective of a fan. i'd give it a solid 7/10 for those who have never watched miraculous before (maybe i'm being too generous bc i literally just watched it). i would definetly recommend you to watch it, even if you haven't watched the series before, no matter how old you are. hope you guys like it just as much as i did.

thank you for coming to my tedtalk and have a nice day, evening or night. bug out!

#sorry abt my grammar #sorry for my english #ml movie spoilers #miraculous spoilers #miraculous movie spoilers #miraculous: ladybug & cat noir #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug movie #miraculous movie

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mdhwrites · 6 months

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Five Nights at Freddy's Movie: The Core of a Masterpiece Trapped in an Awkward Shell

No Spoiler Version: I really liked the movie. It has an incredibly strong thematic core about being trapped by the past and how that can cloud and destroy your present and future despite it being subtler than usual about that. The main characters feel surprisingly grounded and it knows when to cut loose a bit with the atmosphere for the sake of its storytelling. It's actually an incredibly compelling family drama.

It is not a horror movie though except for its last MAYBE twenty percent. It's much more interested in moody introspection and exploring the main character than trying to scare the audience. If not for the finale, it'd arguably just be using horror elements to help hammer in home the toxic relationship with the past. But this is a Five Nights at Freddy's movie so it needs to be horror and most of the awkward elements of the movie are tied to having to either fit into that genre or to have to bend to franchise lore rather than allowing the conclusion that would be thematically satisfying.

It's done with enough with enough charisma to allow the awkward elements to roll off me for the most part and I still liked the ending even if it wasn't thematically strong. It's a very good and I think people are dismissing it as campy and the like just because it does have those awkward elements when the core story, and how it's told, are pretty serious minus one or two scenes. So yeah, check it out!

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So let's start with the strongest element and the core of the movie: Mike's journey and arc in general is very compelling to me but there's not a lot to spoil besides the genuinely nice element that it's subtle. It takes a while to realize the theme they're going for with it and I didn't fully click on it until the thematic climax. When he realizes that by focusing on the past, he'll lose another sibling just like he did before.

But that's actually the ingenuity of his dreams. Because he has a sympathetic desire on the face of it, wanting to stop a person who kidnaps children and bring them to justice, he feels kind of justified at first. It's something you'd honestly like to see put right... But it's still revenge. It's still prioritizing the harm of the past instead of even trying to move on and focus on that which in the present you care about.

And thus the thematic finale of the movie is when Mike realizes that and rebels against the ghost children and they try to kill him. His escape is his victory and weirdly enough, it makes it so that following closer to the games... Would have been more satisfying. Mike burns down Freddy's at the end of the first game. Even Afton early on in the movie says the owner isn't willing to let it go so it technically holds a toxic grip on more than just Mike and he would have rid the world of an overall toxic blight from the past on the world and the children within who have decided that eternal play is worth any price. Not willing to let go of the fun they had here and so trying to recreate that memory until it all turns to smoke.

You did see I mentioned Afton though, right? Well, yeah, this is a FNAF movie and Afton is the mustache twirling hyper bad guy of the series, complete with slasher levels of strength and invulnerability while in the Springtrap suit (the movie implies he is still alive WEEKS after being impaled three times into his side). We get him extremely early on without his name as a career counselor that gets Mike the job and there's actually some good foreshadowing there of him knowing Mike and having kidnapped his brother which as far as I can tell, besides the fact that Freddy's doesn't burn, is probably the largest departure from the games but I don't know cause I haven't kept up since Sister Location and I never read any of the books. But then he's just gone for what at least feels like almost an hour.

And then they bring him back as the uber villian. The mastermind of it all. The only reason the children would hurt ANYONE which... is questionable with how the movie portrays them. But he can make them hurt anyone because of honeyed and a single picture on the wall that hides the truth! If it had been built up and this story was more about control and manipulation and the trauma we gain from those trying to wrangle us, it could have worked. His daughter is a main character in the movie and does talk about how how he raised her having left scars that we're supposed to cheer for her overcoming when she comes in the end... And mostly stalls for time because her contribution is minimal except to give Mike an arsenal to fight with AFTER the thematic climax happens.

That's right: Mike's arc ends and then we get a like five minute exposition dump on Afton while his sister is abducted by Golden Freddy so Afton can have another spirit child doing his bidding. It's actually done well enough to not be awful but it is a HARD slam on the breaks and because this whole movie has struggled as a horror movie, it's not finally getting the answer to beating the slasher villain or the monster, it's a weird pivot that the movie never really recovers from, even if when Afton shows up in the Springtrap suit, his movements and the framing are creepy as hell. Then he takes off the helmet and it's far less unfortunately as he becomes purely a dude in a mech suit.

He isn't the only problem element but the other one works better for the family focus of the movie. You can also see why it exists from a horror perspective because the problem with a FNAF movie conceptually is that the security guard is the main character and you can't just kill him. So little to no body count until the end. So how do you fix that?

With an evil aunt who wants Mike's sister just for that sweet sweet government money and the people she hires on the cheap to wreck Freddy's. It honestly feels like one of those 90s kids movie plots that people mock nowadays where the only motivation is greed and everyone is an idiot. Plus side, besides Max, the sequence is FUN. It's pure B horror, probably influenced by it allowing the movie to effectively do a bunch of the scares from the games because every kill on this group besides the last (which is... Bizarre in how it's done honestly and definitely meant to be comedic despite being properly built up horror) is done in a forward facing, first person jump scare. It's literally just like one of the games and as someone who was a fan I really liked that actually.

It also theoretically could have tied into other elements better. The aunt's custody case is built up as why Mike would stay for five nights. That he needs the job or he loses his sister. It is explicitly what forces him to take the job... but the conflict is he doesn't do nights because that's when he's doing his dream stuff and even at Freddy's he's slacking on the job for the sake of continuing his dream stuff because again: He's letting the present die to chase the past. Which works... But it doesn't feel like it pays off in any way either because of it. The aunt doesn't even get a jumpscare kill or anything like that to justify it as she's killed off screen by Golden Freddy, though at least we do get to see her legs to confirm she died.

And that's kind of overall my problem with the movie. The original story it's telling in the middle is actually pretty good and compelling and it has the proper build and payoff you want in a story. However, everything tied to serving the franchise or the horror elements, don't have that. They either get built up but then have no thematic conclusion or they don't have that build up and so their themes can't feel like they naturally fit into the story, even if there's an attempt.

It makes me wonder if there's a version of this, divorced from Freddy's, that could have been a masterpiece. Something horror fans genuinely keep with themselves than the novelty that I think most people are treating it. Then again, maybe I liked it for how much it's not a horror film because I'm not a horror fan for the most part.

But I DID like it and I think it's genuinely a really good movie, just don't expect it to be super campy like I had it built up as or very scary like one might expect from a horror movie. It only uses those elements as it has to and you can feel that, for better and for worse.

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Film Friday: Fear Street 1994

Another Saturday Film Friday. What can I say, migraines were A Thing this week. Anyway:

I love me a good horror movie, I love me a bad horror movie, but the one thing I can't stand a horror movie being is hopeless. The most recent spate of Elevated Horror has brought a certain hopelessness and nihilism back into vogue, and I am quick to point out that while expressing these things can be emotionally honest, it's also a source of tedium and the worst kind of complacency. It's not that the protagonists need to win, necessarily, they just have to look the inherent hopelessness of their situation in the eye and go "No fuck YOU." Today's film is a good example of a film dealing with horror hopelessness, and it makes it a surprisingly good flick for its efforts.

Life in Shadyside isn't the easiest. The general hopelessness of the kind of socio-economic malaise one generally does not escape from permeats life in the town. The century-old witch curse that turns people into slasher-like serial killers at the drop of a hat doesn't help either. Nobody is more aware of the hopelessness of Shadyside than Deena, who after her girlfriend Sam split with her and moved to the neighboring Sunnyvale, is feeling the Shadyside Suck even harder. After a football game between the rival towns escalating to shenanigans, Sam, Deena, and Deena's friends find themselves targeted by the witch's curse in an unusual way, in that a parade of assumed dead killers are coming for their blood.

What follows is a bit of a romp, but an entertaining one. The movie sets up this 90s style think-y slasher that Scream popularized back in the day, and seeing the kids try to piece together how the curse works in this particular instance and how to work around it is fun. Granted, it feels like our heroes are a tad quick to abandon fighting back after their first set of countermeasures fail. It is like the screenwriter was a touch impatient to get to the emotional core of the story, but there are perhaps worse sins to commit.

Fear Street's main "thing" seems to be challenging the way slasher films flatten characters. Our heroes do fall into slasher stereotypes broadly speaking, but also challenge those roles. The guy who's kind of a comic relief burnout isn't the brightest, but he's kind and self-sacrificing and contributes with things he has learned from experience when he can. The Nerd has a surprising amount of game. The drug dealer is a person in a bad situation who works like hell to get out of it to live a better life. The two prospective Final Girls are sleeping together, that sort of thing. It isn't extremely deep, but it's a nice bit of nuance to the character that makes the peril they are in feel more real.

The above soupçon of nuance also does a good job of underlining the theme of hopelessness. The struggle against the witch's curse ties in with the protagonists general struggle against the similarly invisible yet seemingly omnipresent pressure of poverty. It is no small wonder, then, that our heroes almost immediately agree to concede and let the witch have her sacrifice. They've been fighting against capitalism grinding them down all their short lives after all. There wouldn't be much of a movie if this plan went through, of course, but it is still a relief when our motley crew thinks better of it and starts working the problem.

It all comes together to a slightly messy package in the end, but it is satisfying. I still remember the jolt of glee I got from the ending setting up a cliche horror movie ending only to pivot around and smack me in the face with a fun sequel hook that tied into the themes of the story pretty well.

#film friday #horror #slasher movie #also looking at gifs for this movie wow y'all like Sadie Sink in the second one of these #I mean I get it #just making note is all

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Miller's girl

I decided to watch the movie tonight while I'm drawing and sort of live-comment or come back here and share my thoughts about it. This isn't Twitter, but I'll make it work and somehow make it seem like a thread tweet. I adore Jenna Ortega to the extent that I'm not sure if I want her or want to be her. This is a question that crosses the mind of every woman attracted to another woman. So far, this feels like something straight out of a Wattpad 'deep girl' fanfiction. Well, ladies and gentlemen, Cairo Sweets is definitely a Tumblr girly. "Lonely girl longs to be loved. Books make longing to seem romantic, but it's awful. It's greedy, and I wear longing like a fucking veil.'" I quite like this quote, but just in the moment. You know some quotes you read them at first. You find meaning in them, but the more you read it, you realize how stupid it.

Well, well, I never thought I would say this, but Martin Freeman looks quite handsome here, but I don't feel any charisma from him. Squid said that he looks like a realistic fanfic teacher. My dear girl, you are quite right.

A beard can make most men look hotter. This is the same guy from Lord of the Rings and Love Actually. Cairo, sweetie, I get it now. I would strive to become the teacher's pet too. Love Actually was a bizarre mess of a movie that I quite enjoyed. I miss those 2000s movies. I kind of see where the movie is going. It's going to be about a teacher and his student crossing the line, and that is because his wife isn't satisfying him, and she is quite mean because she is quite honest and a go-getter, and he is not. Biggest eye roll, and of course, that's how they showcase her in the movie. So yeah, another film trying to justify cheating and make us not sympathize with the wife. Funny how he called her vile at the end. My opinion, all of them are vile to some level. Ugh, hate this. Moving on... "He sees you even though you hide in plain sight." Same opinion about the previous quote. 'A madman's love'... God, I'd give anything to feel that. What muse could inspire this deranged yearning, to inspire, to be so inspired. Could we be that to each other?... It is like a sugar cube under the tongue. I want your attention." I love this quote, but again, can't we fucking have a good teacher-student relationship that doesn't involve cheating? I know a couple, but they are decent and not like this crap. If only this movie didn't involve cheating, it wouldn't have irked me so much. I don't mind the age gap of the actors; both are adults and of legal age. I don't like this one bit. I just have no respect for a girl who goes after a person just for fun, knowing they are married, no matter how much his marriage sucks. I mean, he is also pathetic in the situation, the blind guiding the blind. At this point, just go jump over a hill. Completely unrelated, but I can't stop thinking about Winnie's shoes in the scene where she is on top of Mr. Miller's desk. I need to find them. Her writing screams Wattpad fanfiction, and yes, that is not a compliment. It is just bad pretense, deep wannabe erotic writing. The dialogue is just excruciatingly painful. I do love pain, but this one is just extreme. Oh, this is just sad. I love the fantasy that she wrote, but really I can't overlook the bad writing and Martin's acting. Jenna is great though.

I liked the overlaying of their dialogue. That was nice. I don't know if I would like reading the whole script more than watching the movie. Just why the fuck do they pick up and drop the accent, this is so annoying. I love how confrontational Cairo is in that scene. "You can't blur the lines and suddenly set a boundary when I decide to cross it." Oh sweet Cairo, how wrong you are. This is also the stupidest argument I have heard today. "You thought you were going to be somebody? Right? Overreaching without ambition. Do you know what that means? It means you weren't brave enough to be better. It means you are deliberately impotent. It means that you, Jonathan Miller, are mediocre." Here, however, Cairo is right. He is just an excuse of a pathetic man, letting life walk all over him and doing nothing about it, and finding excuses, searching for a thrill but not executing it right. A blinded man. There is nothing more pathetic than someone always using the circumstances around them to justify their choices. For example, just because you had a shitty upbringing doesn't justify for an instance having a shitty character or shit behavior. A lot of people grew up in shit holes and that not for a second prevents someone from being a decent human being. At the end of the day, we are all human capable of making choices, and if someone ends up making a bad choice, they are aware of that and all they have to do is acknowledge it.

Jenna's acting is fantastic. This guy is stuck in a loveless marriage. I don't know why people let themselves stay in such agonizing marriage. I don't understand these relationships where communication is basically non-existent. People would rather stay sad and together than confront and maybe get better. Bunch of cowards. The only person I feel bad for in the movie is Winnie. She is rather volatile but didn't deserve to be played with like that. However, she is the person who sparked the idea, so not that innocent after all.

Whoever is playing Mrs. Miller is extremely hot despite being drunk 95% of the movie xD. The confrontation from his wife topnotch. Whoever has sympathy for this man is an utter idiot. Here, the last passage is good. That was decent. No, I take that back; I think I only said that because I was like "fucking finally this shit writing is about to end". "In the end, I ultimately understood our mutual naivete; my trust, his arrogance exposed us to the caprices of society and rendered us defeated, suddenly alone in separate camps. What will become of us? Will he measure himself an unwilling participant, falsely banished and beggared, with no job, no wife, no forgiveness, or will he be brave enough to accept his complicity in a way that is meaningful, a way that changes him like it has changed me? The answer evades me. I wanted to experience something I didn't understand; I reached for it and was made a fool by my own childish notion of love. But where was my error? Was it in the reaching or the wanting? Is this what it is to be an adult? The same exquisite longing of adolescence but with the burden of constant accountability, no excuses to be made for your choices, for they are yours alone. I cannot say whether or not I am grateful for the experience, for the knowledge. The levity of youth has been ripped from me like skin, and exposed as I am, so raw and open, I can feel it shaping me into something new: hero, villain, writer, grown from the human ruins for a madman's love."

Look, this is two people that mistake their story as forbidden love, because she is a student and he is a teacher, she young and he is old. It would have been the case if this fucker wasn't married. Those two are just two delusional idiots driven by lust. This is not a love story, this is stupidity.

So this is a review I found and wanted to share. "What starts as a manipulation game on Cairo's part turns into genuine affection, and what starts as sheer academic intrigue on Miller's part turns into longing desire. What complicates things is that both characters are sympathetic; you can see why they act the way they do, and you're left wondering, is this wrong or is this okay?" You can never justify something that is morally wrong; you can just live with it. I honestly believe I would have something positive to say about this movie if it didn't involve cheating. I like the complexity of a relationship with someone younger and old. I like the mentor and mentee trope; however, it should be done right, in the sense where it's morally right, but also you can write a story about two morally wrong people like in 'Les Liaisons Dangereuses,' but it needs to be good writing, and this one doesn't have one or the other. In conclusion, the movie is trying too hard that you just want to throw a shoe at it. I can see the idea behind it, but the execution is just plain bad; the writing is bad. I think I would have loved the movie if I put it on mute and just watched because at least it is pretty to look at. It is pretty. Plain pretty.

Something that I hate with new writers is when they want to make you believe an idea that is false, like Cairo being a talented writer and then not showing it. I mean, you can't make a character smarter than you actually are. If you are a mediocre writer, no matter how much you say your character is, your character will always seem as mediocre.

I would like to add more but tumblr is not letting me.

#millers girl #by me #my words #movie review

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purplesurveys · 6 months

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What is a smell that you absolutely cannot stand? Smell of people’s body odor. 🤢 < This is always a correct answer. Also the combination of having been sweaty + being under the sun for a long period of time. That one's a common encounter where I live because it's very humid here, and it's not a pleasant smell to be around.

When is the last time you felt adrenaline moving through your veins? September. It was a work event and the organizers we tapped were doing fuck all and were nowhere to be found for most of it, and I had no choice but to step up and oversee every single moving part of the event from the second it started and ended. Internally our team was in absolute chaos as we were deciding most things on the fly, but it was a team achievement that we managed to make it not look that way for everyone who attended.

When is the last time you bought new shoes? What kind of shoes are they? I got Dunk Lows in June for my Thailand trip.

Do you know anybody who snorts when they laugh? Who? I know a few people who'll unconsciously let out a snort mid-laugh. It's super endearing and we always end up laughing even more when it happens.

Have you ever been hit on by a stranger? Flattering or creepy? I have. I found it flattering mainly because they were extremely polite when I turned them down.

Do you remember the first Rated R movie you ever saw? What was it? I do – it was The Exorcist. I saw it when I was I think 11 or 12.

What is something good that happened to you last week? Something bad? Something good: I presented a pitch to a potential client. Pitching is one of my least favorite parts about my job because it demands a lot of pre-work/research, then I also have to worry about how I sell our business and our credentials and our team...but I think I handled last week's presentation pretty well, considering that's my first as a director. At this point I'm not worrying too much if we win or lose the account, and am simply satisfied with how I performed.

Something bad: Finding out about Matthew Perry's passing. I first read of it through Reddit and spent a good deal of time denying it until I had to come to terms with the fact that it was true.

Are you afraid of any animals? Well yes; I wouldn't exactly be thrilled if I come face-to-face with one that's very much capable of ripping my arms and legs apart.

Do you put your elbows on the table when you eat? Do you think it’s rude? I do when I'm just at home or with people I'm comfortable with. Internally, I honestly couldn't give less of a shit but for politeness' and manners' sakes I keep them off the table only in work/professional settings.

Have you ever gotten into a fight with somebody over the internet? A few. For the most part I just end up blocking the other person once they start sounding ridiculous; but there was one time I allowed myself to have a little fun going back-and-forth because I wanted the guy to continue expressing (read: exposing) how stupid he was being.

Do you think that you listen to your head or your heart more? Head.

If your mom told you she was pregnant today would you freak out? I would certainly be in shock considering she's had her uterus removed.

You trust all of your friends completely, true or false? True.

How many buttons are on the clothes you’re wearing right now? They don't have any.

If you could re-paint your bedroom, what color would you choose? I'm already content with it being white.

What has been the best night of your life so far? Why? Seeing Yoongi in concert for sure has to be up there. I never ever expected to see BTS in any capacity as soon as I had, so the whole journey of me and my friends desperately getting tickets for all of us all the way down to buying plane tickets and building up our Thailand itinerary from scratch will always be a cherished memory.

I will say that our time immediately post-concert was a bit of a downer because I didn't expect the Bangkok nightlife to be as dead as it had been. It was midnight and my friends and I were walking...and walking...and walking...trying to find some sort of bar – any bar – and ended up with nothing so our adrenaline quickly died out and we merely ended up at a McDonald's, lol. Still a fun night.

Did you learn to read before, during, or after kindergarten? During, I think. I was a big reader as a kid but didn't start having my nose up in books until Kinder 2, a whole year after I first started school.

Has anybody ever thrown you a surprise party? Nope. I wish I could have at least one of those.

Would you ever even think about taking part in a wet t-shirt contest? If a ridiculous amount of money was *guaranteed* I don't see why I wouldn't.

What is the last thing you lost? A hair tie, as I do.

Have you ever pretended to be sick to get out of something? Yep, a few work meetings I didn't want to bother with.

Who is somebody you know who is spoiled rotten? Not really, no.

Would you rather visit Poland or Portugal? Poland.

Have you ever seen somebody give birth? Never.

You have 10 minutes to make dinner for two people, what do you make? Chapaguri with pork.

Have you ever borrowed something and never gave it back? What was it? I never did give my sister's yellow jacket back to her, lol.

What is one thing you wish you understood about the opposite sex? How to have them talk more. Most guys I've talked to have been straight-to-the-point with their answers and usually the responses are also very short, and I've always found that jarring.

Is you hair color the same as it was when you were a baby? Nope, it's purple now.

Have you ever been in trouble for being too loud? I've been seriously called out once, in grade school. Apart from that I stay quiet when the need be.

Honestly, have you ever given somebody a sucky gift? I have. It was in high school when my family wasn't exactly financially comfortable yet and I had to get someone a gift with the little allowance/savings I had. I felt so shy that I had to walk away from the group when we were opening the presents.

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I'll do it for you then.

Characters: Modern AU Businessman!Kylo Ren x reader

Word Count: 3,665

Note: Welcome to my first Tumblr fic! I felt it was finally time to pursue writing on this website, and who better to start it off with than Mr. Kylo Ren? This is a bit longer than I actually intended, and I just got carried away! I actually really love how this turned out.

Contents/Warnings: NSFW, degradation, some choking, some orgasm denial, ever-so-slight daddy kink, unprotected sex

Kylo worked late into the evening. Usually, it didn’t bother you much, you quite enjoyed having your shared apartment to yourself in the evenings. You didn’t have to hear about what show your boyfriend wanted to watch, always managing to steal the remote from you when you were super into a show or movie. So, what was the issue with you tonight? The two of you had a pretty basic agreement, you weren’t always affectionate to each other all the time. A bit of cuddling at night in bed, a kiss in the morning before the two of you went on your ways, and that was enough to satisfy the both of you. If you were sick, he would manage to let down a little more of the manly wall he portrayed, always climbing into bed with you and staying with you the entire day if he could.

The one time you both were helplessly attached at the hip was in the bedroom, unable to ever get enough of each other. Breathless and coated in layers of sweat, Kylo’s shoulders glistening in the dim room. You could feel your lower half starting to work itself just as hard as your head was. Leaning your head back against the couch cushions, you could no longer focus on the show you were oh-so-excited to watch when you arrived home. You slipped a hand between your thighs, resting on your clothed crotch. Thoughts overtook you, rubbing small circles to tease yourself, holding back whimpers. That must have been why you were pondering when the hell he would be arriving home. You were hungry for him.

“Doll?” A voice called out from the other room. It snapped you out of your thoughts of being pounded into from behind from an animalistic Kylo Ren.

Clearing your throat, you called out, “I’m in here!”

You looked past the couch, seeing your lover waltz into the kitchen, setting his bag on the counter. You pulled your hand from yourself, as if nothing was happening before you heard his voice. Rising from your seat, you mosied your way into the kitchen to join him.

“Hi, my love,” you greeted, a soft tone in your words. He gave you a half-nod, it was his way of a silent greeting. A lot of the communication between you two had happened to be silent. He was oddly quiet, usually he would be going off about his day by now, interrupting you. You looked at him as his bag was unzipped, fiddling with his things. He must have had a long day. Your eyes moved to his hands, admiring them quietly. You loved the way they curled around your jaw, your throat as you begged him to fuck you senseless.

Feeling a glare piercing through your body, your eyes wandered up to his face. Kylo had some sort of puzzled look playing upon his face as tilted his head to look at you.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” He asked quietly, zipping his bag back up and pushing it away from the two of you. Kylo let out a breath, you were still halfway in your thoughts, trying to think of a way to muster up some sort of statement as to why you were just watching him.

“You’re handsome,” you mused back at him, innocently batting your eyelashes. You were going to try to play your cards right so that he would catch on to what you were trying to get him to do. Kylo huffed out a laugh, bringing a hand to your cheek. His thumb roamed over your cheekbone, a small smirk on his lips.

“Real cute, doll,” Kylo nodded back at you, removing his hand from your cheek. The fire in your veins was threatening to make you combust. You nearly whined at the loss of contact from him, coughing it out. This earned yet another puzzled look from him. At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was messing with you or not. Could he not see how desperate you were needing his touch? For him to strip every item of clothing off of you right there and fuck you into oblivion?

“I had an incredibly long day at work today,” he mentions. There he was, back to fiddling with that stupid work bag. “Trying to close this deal with another company, I’ve been bargaining as much as I could, but they don’t like Pryde.”

Pryde was his business partner and he had become pretty close with the guy. They were a dangerous pair, Kylo did most of the talking to clients, trying to set up endless deals with them. Pryde did most of the emails and got the meetings set up in the first place.

Kylo continued to go on about his day, but something about him was making it so you could not focus one bit. He enjoyed that you were a good listener, always wanting to hear what he had to say. You instead were focusing on the way his torso looked in that shirt he was wearing. It was one of your favorites, you even picked it out for him. You nodded along when you could pull yourself out of your thoughts long enough to pretend you were paying attention.

“Why don’t they want to work with Pryde, dear?” You asked him softly, raising your eyebrows. Even if you didn’t necessarily hear what he was saying all the way through, it was important you asked him questions when he fell silent. You heard a chuckle, followed by the word “pathetic” and your heart dropped out of your chest.

Once again, Kylo’s hand was on your face, angling your jaw to look up at him. His eyes scanned your face, the forced eye contact always put you under pressure. Ren’s mouth opened as if he was going to say something to you, and shook his head as he let you go.

“If you paid attention to anything I had just said, you would know why. I explained the whole thing to you. What else could you possibly have been thinking about?”

That was the next thing about Kylo, he had such a temper, it was hard for you sometimes. If you misheard one thing on a bad day, it could send him over the edge. In a way, it did get you all flustered, he was hot, and when he was grumpy or upset it made him ten times as hot.

“I’m sorry, Kylo, I don’t know how I didn’t manage to hear it,” you breathed out, looking at a mildly grumpy version of your boyfriend. He once again asked you to spit out what you were drifting off to think about. Shaking your head, you refused to let out those thoughts that got you so worked up.

“Doll, I’m going to ask you one more time,” Ren practically growled out. His voice was an octave lower than it usually was. He was so stern, and you loved every bit of his current attitude. “What is it that’s distracting you so fucking bad?”

This was it, you couldn’t get away with it past this. Your next words could either end the night in a ruthless fight, or some incredibly rough sex. You cleared your throat, and thoughts. Eyes meeting a very unenthused Kylo.

“Well,” you trailed off, looking away from him. You could never stand it when he would make you speak your mind, especially when it was about something dirty. The way you were acting should have been enough to make him know what you were on about. “Thinking about the way you fucked me last night. The way you made me see stars and the way I couldn’t walk afterwards.”

That had to be enough pleasing words for him to fuck you now, shouldn’t they have been? Kylo should have now known what you wanted tonight.

You’re met with a stifled laugh, and then his warm lips crashing on yours. He mumbles something into your mouth that sounds like the word “cute” as he bites gently at your lower lip. You move both of your hands up to either side of his face, deepening your kiss. Moaning softly at his tongue entering your mouth, his hands find their way to your hips. Kylo lifts you from underneath your thighs, moving you up on top of the island.

“Why not be open about it, doll? Do you get off on making daddy mad? Get off on any sort of punishment, because it’s attention?” His words became mumbles as he trailed kisses all around your jaw and neck. You became practically helpless under his touch as shuddering from his fingers moving under your shirt.

“No sir, I just was thinking about it and wanted to listen to you speak,” you mumbled out pathetically, watching him pull away from your neck. You whined a bit at him for loss of contact once again. His hands are placed on either side of you on the island. Even if you wanted to escape, there was not an exit you could take. The way Kylo looked at you, you knew he wanted to laugh in your face.

“You’re so fucking stupid when you look at me like that, all pathetic. Wipe that face off of your head,” he growled at you. You sucked in a breath, looking down at the ground. He loved talking down at you, especially when you wouldn’t listen to him. Admittedly, you loved it more than you could ever say to him.

You didn’t say anything in retort to him, you were terrified of what he could do to punish you. He looked extremely sexy, all worked up, lips slightly swollen in an ever-so-slight smirk. Kylo’s lips returned to your neck, biting and sucking at the skin, making their way up to your earlobe. He nipped gently at your ear, causing you to moan softly out to him. He tugged slightly, kissing below your ear and moving his way back down to your jaw, then back to your neck.

“Let’s get this off, should we?” He asked, it was a rhetorical question, but you desperately wondered what would happen if you had said no. You swallowed hard, playing on the consequences for a moment.

“What if I don’t?”

Your words rang out, your boyfriend’s face contorting once again to that confusion he first met you with earlier. He wasn’t used to being told no, you always did everything you could for him. He drank in your words, you could practically see the gears turning so he could process it.

Kylo nodded once, and stayed silent. He swooped you up almost effortlessly, taking long strides to the shared bedroom between you two. Your boyfriend dropped you on your bed, a hand to your neck as he pushed you backwards. He squeezed just enough for your hand to move up and grip his wrist, digging your nails into him. It was his turn to suck in a breath at the slight pain. You were sure you could draw blood if it got really catty between you two tonight.

“If you don’t want to do it,” Kylo’s voice finally rang out to you after all this time. He leaned down to your ear, his breath warm. “I’ll just have to do it for you.”

Without a second thought, he moved your arms above your head, making sure to rip off your shirt. He threw it onto the ground, letting it pool at his feet.

“I have a hard day at work, I look forward to coming home to be with my little girl, and she leads on that she wants me back, just to be a little bitch when I want to fuck her the way she wants.”

He sounds irritated with you, but you know he’s just playing it off. You know Kylo cannot resist the way you look when he tugs your shorts down your legs, letting them end up like your shirt. He looked over to your bedside table, back to you, and then opened it. You watched him rummage around before pulling out your vibrator. Your eyes widened a bit at him, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Dear, what’re you doing with that?” You questioned, squeezing your thighs together. You knew, or at least had a very good idea of what his plan for you was tonight, and you started to regret telling him you wouldn’t take your shirt off. Knowing what he was capable of, your mind fought with you over what would be happening if you had obliged.

Once again, snapped out of your thoughts as you hear a familiar buzzing noise. You gasped out, body jolting upwards as it hit your clothed clit. Kylo pressed your hips back down harshly, turning up the vibrator one more level. You cried out for him, unable to help squirming, attempting to get out of his grasp.

“This is what bad whores get. Take it,” he growled, eyes glaring at you. You tried to squeeze your thighs together, hips bucking up to him. Ren didn’t seem to enjoy your movements, and he wasn’t going to let up on you.

“Stop moving, or I’m going to make this a lot worse.”

His words rang out again, and this time you tried to calm your body down. The sensations on your clit were nearly too powerful, and as if he read your mind, he turned it up to the highest setting. You knew that he wanted you to squirm so that he could make it even harder on you.

You felt two of his long fingers slip into you, curling them upwards as your moans got louder for him. You wanted to arch up your back for him, show him you could take him like a good girl. You could feel his eyes peering into you, waiting for you to make one wrong move.

“Kylo, I’m really-” you stammered out, breath becoming rapid. Your chest heaved as your eyes met his. A smirk played upon his lips as he started to pump his fingers into you at a rough speed. Kylo pressed the vibrator against you even harder. He wanted you to cum, he wanted you to let loose of everything and go back to thrashing around for him.

“You want to cum? You wanna cum all over my fingers like a pathetic little slut? You’re so wet for me doll, go on, cum.”

That was all you needed, you became utterly undone as he egged you on. You practically sobbed as you came, your body almost becoming uncontrollable. He milked your orgasm, watching you as you blissfully came down. He let go of you, vibrator still buzzing in his hand.

“That was beautiful, sweet girl, but there’s something that didn’t happen,” he said, tongue peeking out and licking his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed together once again, moving yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

“You didn’t get to cum?” You asked in response, biting your lip at him. Kylo shrugged a bit, huffing a laugh out. He finally shook his head, leaving you wondering what on earth you could be missing.

He pushed you back once more, chuckling. “You didn’t stay still the whole time, doll.”

Your eyes widened once more as you shook your head in apology. “Kylo, I’m sorry, what can I do to make it better? I’ll do anything.”

“I know, my love, of course you’ll do anything,” he mentioned, dropping the vibrator on the bed next to your body. He seemed oddly innocent for the act he was just playing up not even five minutes ago. You heard his belt unbuckle and hit the floor, followed by his shirt and pants hitting the floor. This left him in his boxers only as you trembled in anticipation for what he was going to do to you.

“You’re going to take all of me like a good little whore.”

He hovered above you, his shadow nearly covering all of you. He ran the tip of his cock against your folds, pushing into you agonizingly slow. You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering shut as he got fully inside of you. You moved your hands to his shoulders, one hand to his neck to bring him down to press his lips to yours.

Kylo bit harder at your lower lip than he had before, pulling it out a bit as he began a tantalizingly slow pace inside of you. You dug your nails into his back, almost to tell him to speed the hell up. He let out a barely audible groan as he took both of your wrists off of him in one hand. Pushing them above your head harshly, restraining you to the bed. He continued with his slow, rough thrusts. He was driving you mad, helpless whines leaving your lips as his hips bucked into you.

“Kylo, faster,” you breathed out quietly, and thank god he obeyed your request. It must have been getting old quickly for him as well. Without much other warning, he began to fuck into you at an expeditious pace now. The sounds of you two moaning and groaning quickly filled the room. His free hand moved to wrap your legs around his waist, giving him a better angle to fuck you at.

You dug your nails into your palms, sobbing out for him. Tears welled in your eyes every time he met your weeping cunt. You were basking in him causing you nothing but precious unrelenting pleasure, until you felt the familiar sensation on your clit.

The vibrator.

As soon as it had touched you, you arched your back up quickly. “Fuck!” You wept out, eyes rolling back into your head. Already dangerously close to your second orgasm, you whined out for him to let him know. You heard a chuckle, just as you were on edge and about to go over it.

He stops.

He stills inside of you, he removes the vibrator from your clit. You rip your wrists away from his grasp, shooting up to his level. Your chest heaving as you unfortunately come down from whatever high you were chasing after.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Kylo?” You spat at him, just irritated that he would do that to you. It felt like he was leading you on. He looks devious, a snide smile staring back at you.

“Yeah, you didn’t think I’d actually let you cum now, did you? You didn’t obey the one very simple order I gave you earlier. So now you’ll wait until I’m ready for you to cum.”

You practically wanted to cry at that statement. He was right, you moved a ton during your first orgasm. However, in your defense he should have reminded you to keep still. Once you were sure your high was gone, that’s when he began once again, an unrelenting pace back inside of you. The buzzing sensation returned to your clit, making you tense up and arch again.

You were close again all ready, but you wondered how long your body would let you ride out pure pleasure. You didn’t want him to stop you again, so you didn’t bother mentioning just how close you were. Your strings of swears and moans once again returned to the room, hands moving to Kylo’s shoulders.

He knows just how to make you crazy, and he’s incredible at doing it. He leans down to your ear, whispering what a good whore you are for him, taking the entirety of his cock like it’s nothing. You clenched around him, which elicited a groan from his throat.

“What a good little bitch, look at you, you want me to cum inside of you? Let you take all of my cum inside that worthless cunt?” He bit at your neck, leaving marks in his trail. He groaned against your neck, pace picking up more, when you weren’t even sure you could take more.

You tightened your legs around his hips, trapping him. You could tell he was getting dangerously close, he moved back up, his hand returning to where it once was on your throat. Your nails dug at his shoulders, and you could not wait to see the scratches on his back when you two were finished.

You finally knew he was close, and you were as well. This time, you let him know, in hopes that he would finally let you come undone once again. He kept his steady pace, nodding down at you. You were both coated in sweat, bodies both glistening. Something about it made you both edge even closer.

“Go on, doll. Cum for me.”

Those were the only words you needed before your soul practically leaving your body. You screamed out for him, the waves crashing onto you so powerfully you saw stars. You could have sworn you early blacked out, your cunt clenching around your boyfriend’s cock as your road at your orgasm. Before you knew it, he was cumming too. You could feel his thick ropes coating the inside of you, Kylo letting out delicious moans as he rocked his hips into you. He almost collapsed on top of you, both of your chests heaving as you both came down from pure bliss. He pulled out of you, grabbing the shirt he dropped on the ground earlier. Kylo cleaned you both up, hearing you scoff about using a shirt instead of a towel.

“Are you seriously going to complain some more?” Kylo asked as he raised his eyebrows at you. “You should be thanking me for what I just did for you.”

You rolled your eyes as you moved up in your bed, pulling the covers on top of yourself. Kylo climbed in beside you, pulling you into his chest. You took a deep breath, kissing at his neck gently. He pressed his lips to your forehead, holding you and making sure you fell asleep before he dozed off himself.

#kylo ren #kylo smut #adam driver #oh fuck #he's hot #did not regret writing this #first fic #businessman kylo #kylo ren x you #kylo x y/n #kylo x reader #kylo fanfic #kylo ren smut #smut

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sanphoria · 3 years

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21.20 - Jung Wooyoung

pairing: wooyoung x reader

word count: 2.1k

genre: smut, slight angst

warnings: +18 content, oral (female recieving), fingering, slight angst, heavy makeout session, marking, slight unprotected sex (stay safe!), Wooyoung is a tease because he is Wooyoung

(let me now if i missed anything!)

notes: Hi guys! It's my first time publishing a work of mine in this platform, so i hope you enjoy it:)

You were wrong to think that you can spend a chill evening with Jung Wooyoung.

It all started a week ago, when your fuckbuddy told you that you two should end your arrangement because he could no longer act like he did not have any kind of feelings for you.

At first, it shocked you.

Wooyoung was not a bad boy by any means, but never have you ever thought that he would be the one to catch feelings after deciding not to almost a year ago.

From the first moment you met him, you were already drowning with the need for him.

His hair was blonde back then, he was thicker and he was a bit more arrogant. You did not blame him though, he was a really handsome man after all.

You met him at a pool party when you accidentally smacked the back of his head, thinking that he was a friend of yours. When he turned to you, the confused look on his face suddenly turned into a playful one. Checking you out with a slight smirk on his face.

And that smirk was the beginning of your end.

Wooyoung -being the usual social butterfly he was- easily started a conversation with you and soon enough you were both at the spare bedroom of the house.

At first, you thought that it was a one time thing. So did he, because thats what people did at parties: Only one night stands.

However, after a week later you ran across to him at your university and he offered to go grab some lunch at the cafeteria.

You had no idea how you found yourself on the desk of an empty classroom, with him pounding into you so hard that you couldn't hold your screams back anymore.

You were lucky you didn't get caught that day since no one liked to hang out around the chemistry lab during their lunch break.

Or else there would be no way you two wouldn't get caught.

Same things happened again and again, so you two basically decided to turned this to a 'two people hanging out casually but also like to fuck sometimes' thing.

This was only a year ago and everything was going fine. You didn't get bored of him or the sex, the sex was always perfect and lately he had been even more passionate and agressive during it which satisfied you even more.

Although you were happy and satisfied, but you were also curious about the reason he was acting like that. You wondered what was going on with him but you didn't say anything about it.

Which probably was a bad idea, because that was what encouraged him to confess.

The night of his confession, he made you come five times. Five fucking times.

You were exhausted when he was finally done fucking you, so was he. His head fell onto the crook of your neck when he came with a loud moan of your name, and you held him until his panting slowed down a bit. It was nothing unusual, after all you two were friends and a little sign of affection wasn't making anything awkward or something. You never made a big deal out of it anyways.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this anymore."

After that, you understood that he did make a big deal out of all these.

He explained everything to you, that he developed a little crush on you and he knew you didn't feel the same way about it. He assured you that he wasn't in love with you or something, it was just a crush thing yet he wasn't really familiar with this concept so he wasn't really sure what to do.

And he was right, you didn't think of him that way.

But the thing was after spending a year with him, he became a irreplaceable person in your life.

You didn't want to let him go.

So you agreed that you had to stop sleeping together, asked him to at least stay friends. You obviously didn't want to cut him off of your life and he instantly agreed with you, told you that he wasn't planning to end your friendship anyways.

That was how you found yourself on the couch of your apartment with him, under the blankets, trying to watch a movie.

Trying to, because he was looking so good today and you would rather watch the way he pushed his now-silverish-black hair back and concentrate on the way he opened his legs.

He was wearing those black, leather pants that you loved to sit on and grind until you whimpered as he did nothing but only smirk at you. All of the times he talked dirty to you, the times he said things like:

"Told you babe, I don't even need to move my finger to make you scream my name."

"Y/N?"

You winked a couple times as you turned your head towards to him, finally noticing that you weren't paying any attention to the movie.

"Hmm?" you said as you looked at Wooyoung and tried your hardest not to bite your lip as he looked at you from tip to toe and pushed the blankets away.

Your breath hitched as he came closer and looked at you.

"I know what you're thinking about."

You eyes widened and you were about to explain yourself further but he spoke first.

"You're feeling awkward about all this, right? I.. I should probably leave. I am really sorry to leave you in this position."

Then with that, he stood up and you took a good glance on those pants and his black t-shirt again as he grabbed his jacket from the corner.

"No, wait! I wasn't thinking that." you said and suddenly stood up with panic written all over your face.

Wooyoung turned back to you with that, raising his bow as he put his jacket back to the coat hanger.

"Then why were you glancing at me and squeezing your hand-" he then said and his slightly worried face suddenly changed into a playful one as he gave you one of those smirks which always got you.

"Looking at my thighs, squeezing your hands, playing with your hair... Don't you think they all sound familiar, princess?" Wooyoung said as he took a step closer to you and you only looked at the way his silver highlights were shining under the white florescent light of your living room.

"I don't know, do they?" you replied back as your eyes met his dark ones, only to see the way he was literally eating you alive with them.

"I thought I could get rid of those feelings by not touching you, but this is becoming unbearable Y/N. I can't stand it, especially after seeing you like this..." he walked towards to you as he spoke and stopped right in front of you. He lowered his head a little and kissed the sweet spot under your ear before whispering.

"Do you want me to fuck you right now?"

You never thought that words could be so simple yet so filthy. But that was how Wooyoung was after all:

Filthy and outspoken.

"Hmm, do you?"

You were already gone by the way he was speaking so lowly, his lips touching your neck but not quite kissing it the way you liked it. You knew he wanted to hear it from you, he always did since you were way too stubborn to give him what he wanted.

But tonight, after not feeling his touch for a week, you were extremely horny and even the slightest touch of his lips and the tingling sensation of his breath was enough to have your thighs squeezing.

"Do you want to fuck me?" you asked nevertheless, knowing so damn well that he treated you the best when he was frustrated.

With your question his hands grabbed your waist and he suddenly pressed your lips against yours, causing you to widen your eyes in shock for a second before opening your mouth to give him access.

He grabbed your ass -signing you to jump- and you obliged, wrapping your legs against his waist and never breaking the kiss as he walked to the closest available item which happened to be the kitchen table.

It wouldn't be the first time that you two fucked there though.

Wooyoung made you sat on the table but your legs were still wrapped around him as he groaned because of the way you were pressing yourself on his bulge, biting his lip.

"You missed me that much?" he said as he split from your lips and headed to your neck. His hand found its way inside your t-shirt and touched your bare back, caressing it with feather-like touches of his fingertips and you threw your head back when he sucked on a bruise.

"Always so sensitive..." he murmured and then unclasped your bra with one of his hands.

You were burning with need when his hand slipped inside your shorts, playing with the hem of your panties as he kissed your cheekbone sloppily.

"Wooyoung, don't." you breathed, grabbing the hem of his shirt. He looked at your face, understanding what you wanted instantly as he unbuckled his belt and took his black t-shirt off.

Your hands trailed his biceps slowly, his arms were a huge turn on for you and he FUCKING knew that.

He finally slipped his hands inside your panties when you touched his erection on his pants, causing you to stop immediately with the sudden outburst of pleasure, moaning at the way he touched at your clit and then drew eights on your cunt.

"How are you so wet already, I barely touched you." he said in a fascinated way but you did not respond.

Then he grabbed the hem of your shorts and pulled them down with your panties as he lowered himself and kissed your stomach then your thighs, avoiding your center as always.

"Come on, don't be an asshole." you said frustratedly and immediately regretted it but you didn't let him realize.

"Watch your mouth." he said and looked up at you with angry eyes, you bit your lip instead.

With that his lips were finally where you wanted them to be. He sucked at your clit and squeezed the inside of your thigh. It was already overwhelming, the way his mouth was working so skillfully inside you. Your hips suddenly bucked harshly and he stopped, holding you on your place.

Your eyes were teary because of the overwhelming sensation of his touch and he kissed your thigh, standing up to kiss your neck as you slightly trembled and breathed heavily.

"Shh, calm down princess." he whispered and kissed your cheek before looking at you.

"Do you want me to continue-"

"Yes, yes..." you said without even letting him finish, which he only nodded and went down on you once again.

You moaned and grabbed his hair as he licked a stripe and sucked, then teasing the entrance with the tip of his finger before pushing it in.

You were pressing his head to you as you felt yourself getting closer and closed your eyes when he fastened the pace of his fingers.

"Come on princess, I got you." he said and it was the last drop to send you over the edge as you came with a cry of his name and he didn't pulled back after you did, kissing your lips.

"Good girl." he said and you kissed down his neck when he pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing his thick member.

He was so hard and you almost felt bad for him but he slapped your hand away before you could grab it, looking at you with lustful eyes.

"Three." he said with a devilish smirk on his face and you frowned confusingly, not quite understanding what he was talking about.

"I'm not done with you until you are coming three times more tonight. I know you can do it princess."

He pushed in carefully yet deeply with a moan and you quickly grabbed his shoulders as a support when he slammed into you harder and the table moved with every one of his thrusts.

In that moment, neither of you were thinking anything besides the pleasure and you knew he was right about the fact that it was unbearable to stay friends with someone you constantly crave.

And he was right about one other thing too.

Because you came three times more that night.

#wooyoung smut #wooyoung x reader #ateez smut #ateez x reader #jung wooyoung #wooyoung timestamps #ateez masterlist #ateez fanfic #wooyoung angst #jung wooyoung x reader #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #wooyoung oneshot #ateez oneshot #wooyoung imagines #atz smut

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otakusheep15 · 3 years

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SFW Alphabet - Solomon

This is for my best friend/mother as she is the biggest Solomon simp I’ve ever seen lol. Also, this is gonna be angsty cause I love writing angsty Solomon

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He pretends to not like affection, but he’s a softie and we all know it. Really, all he needs is a hug and he’ll just melt on the spot.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

One word: chaos. You two as best friends cause untold destruction and cause Lucifer several migraines per day. Being besties with him also means being besties with Asmo, so be prepared for that as well.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddles. Maybe it’s just the fact that he hasn’t had much physical contact in who knows how long, but he loves any form of contact. His favorite ways to cuddle is him on his back with you either laying on top of him, or on the side of him with your head on his chest.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I can’t see him as the type to settle down, be he’d consider it depending on the person. And while he’s a terrible cook, he’s not half bad at cleaning and other household chores.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d be super blunt about it. Honestly, he’s scared to get with anyone to begin with since, ya know, immortality and all, so it’s been a while since he’s actually had to break it off. His main goal when breaking up with someone is to get them away from him, so he wants to make sure the way he breaks up with them will make them want to stay away.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Afraid of commitment. I imagine the last time he tried to commit to someone was before he became immortal, so having to watch them die made him vow to never get that close to anyone again. Then he met you, and all of that has been thrown out the window. He might try and rush things a bit, but he just wants as much time with you as possible. So, while he is afraid to commit, he’ll do it for you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s bad at human interaction, so he might not know if he accidentally hurts you, but he’ll be quick to apologize once he realizes. Honestly, he’s better at being physically gentle since he can control that better than emotions.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves hugs. They’re one of his favorite things ever. He just finds such comfort in them, and they’re great for stress relief. His hugs are a bit on the aggressive side, but they’re still very enjoyable.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’d say it on accident. And then he’d try to play it off to hide how embarrassed he is. It is pretty early on, but he does mean it with all his heart. Please say it back, he hasn’t heard it in a while.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets extremely jealous. Like, you spend so much time with the brothers and he can’t stand that. Of course, he would never admit it, but he would try everything he can think of to get you away from them. Once, he almost resorted to food poisoning out of sheer desperation.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses differ depending on his mood, but they’re usually soft and full of passion. His favorite place to kiss you is your neck because it gets a nice reaction out of you. His favorite place to be kissed is the top of his head cause he’s secretly a big softy who wants to be babied.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s not the most fond of kids, but he’ll tolerate them. They’re are fun to tease though, especially Luke.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

he’s either waking you up at the crack of dawn to work on some new potion, or he’s sleeping in until past noon and refuses to get up. Regardless, you are not leaving his side. If he gets up, he’ll drag you up with him. If he wants to stay in, he’ll hold you there until he’s satisfied.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’ll usually be up late working on something or other, but he’s never up for too long. He jins you in bed when he’s done, and he’ll cuddle the crap out of you an an apology for keeping you waiting. He’s also fond of talking to you about random stuff that happened throughout the day until one or both of you fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

This man is one of the most secretive people to ever exist. He wants to open up to you, honestly he does, but he just can’t. he’s so worried that all of his emotional baggage will drive you away, and he couldn’t stand losing another person he cares about. So, he keeps everything hidden. With time, he’ll start opening up if you push enough buttons.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s really good at pretending he’s patient. On the outside he’s his same-old self, but on the inside he’s fuming. His patience tends to wear especially thin around the brothers (except Asmo). It’s a mixture of jealousy for how much time they spend with you, and anger that they refuse to make a pact with him. But he keeps it all under wraps.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He does remember a good bit of information, but he sucks at remembering small details. For example, he may know what month your birthday is in, but he cannot remember the actual date. Or, he would remember your favorite movie genre, but not your favorite movie in said genre. He tries his best though.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves this one time where you tried to help him cook something. You were tired of dealing with the mess that is his cooking skills, and you wanted him to make something that wouldn’t kill you. Everything started out fine until you accidentally get some flour on him. It wasn’t much, but still. He just turns to you without saying anything before launching some flour right back at you. And then the casual baking session turns into an all-out food war. The kitchen is a mess and you two end up getting scolded by Simeon later, but it was totally worth it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Oh he’s very protective. I mean, you’re a defenseless human surrounded by powerful demons who want to eat you, of course he’d be protective. He would never mean to over-bearing, but he can come off that way sometimes. He used to protect those he cared about before he became immortal, so the habit comes back with you now. He doesn’t need protecting for obvious reasons, so it’s all the more reason to focus on protecting you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Surprisingly, he prefers more lowkey dates. Maybe it’s because he rarely gets any alone time with you, but he loves just chilling out together practicing magic. if you did want to go out, he would take you somewhere in the Human World to get away from all the chaos of the Devildom.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Obviously, his cooking could kill a man, but we’re gonna move past that since it’s low hanging fruit. Besides that, he has a tendency to by pretty cunning and he’s always planning some kind of prank. He also has a tendency to get jealous of the brothers a lot, and that can make him salty when you guys can finally hang out.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He used to be pretty concerned with his looks, but he’s gotten over it. He still tries to look decent since he is in the presence of some powerful demons, but it isn’t at the forefront of his mind. Although, since becoming besties with Asmo, his vanity has started picking up again.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Maybe yes, maybe no. He’s had to deal with loss several times over, so he could probably learn to deal with it like he did before, but you could be different. It really just depends on what kind of impact you have on him during your time together.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

We all know that it’s basically canon that he and Asmo have hooked up before lol. But I also lowkey think he’s hooked up with both Barb and Satan. I have no real reason as to why I think this, but I do and I’m sticking to it. I don't even ship it that much, I just think he would do something like that.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He actually doesn’t like someone he knows he’d get attached to. He doesn't want to go through that pain again, so he wants to remain distant. Also, he doesn’t like someone who doesn’t understand or accept what he’s been through and what he’ll continue going through. He wants someone who understands and who he can talk to about it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He gets very clingy in his sleep. If he’s sleeping with someone, they can expect to be trapped in his arms until he wakes up. And if you try to escape, he just hugs you even tighter.

#OBEY ME #shall we date obey me #shall we date solomon #Headcanon #scenarios #sfw alphabet

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fuckyeahisawthat · 4 years

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the old guard and moral uncertainty

One of the things I love the most about The Old Guard, which I haven’t seen discussed much, is that there is no why to their powers. There’s no origin story, either via destiny or accident. There’s no prophecy, no curse, no ancient god, no super-serum, no lab accident, no mutant spider bite. If there is a reason why these people, in particular, are like this, we don’t know it and they don’t either. Where their immortality comes from, and why it fades when it does, is a complete unknown.

In other contexts I could see this coming off as a frustrating lack of clarity in worldbuilding. In The Old Guard I think it works as an essential piece of the philosophical landscape in which the story operates.

A parallel and interlocking component of this landscape is the fact that the immortals exist in a world where there are very few, if any, other superpowered beings. There are no pre-ordained forces of darkness, no aliens to fight, no neatly-arranged supervillains that only they can defeat. There are only humans.

This means they have to create their own framework of meaning for their actions, the way the rest of us mortals do. The mythology of their world doesn’t provide any built-in delineation of good guys and bad guys and What We’re Fighting For. There’s no easy certainty of purpose or moral clarity to be had.

I think there is a distinction to be drawn out here between moral uncertainty and moral ambiguity. Because there are certainly plenty of superhero stories, and stories about violent characters in general, that engage with morally gray choices and anti-heroic behavior. But these problems are more commonly considered along the vector of ends and means. “Are these questionable means justified by this end, which I believe is good? Is there a point at which violent means make this good end I believe I am pursuing moot?” (It’s interesting that the characters in The Old Guard who engage in this more expected sort of ends-and-means reckoning are the antagonists.)

For the protagonists, the question lingers much more in the place of: “What even is our end? How do we know it’s good?” Not just, “Are we being effective as a handful of immortals against all that is wrong with the world?” although that question is there. But “How do we know we are doing the right thing at all?” The narrative provides no definitive answer to this question.

“Are you good guys or bad guys?” Nile asks.

Joe’s answer--“Depends on the century”--I think is not just meant to imply that they have been on many sides of many different conflicts, but that sorting out the good guys from the bad guys is malleable and historically contested.

“We fight for what we think is right,” Nicky says, in the same conversation where he talks about how the love of his life was someone he was taught to hate, someone who I’m sure he felt right about killing the first time around.

Andy, notably, says nothing in response to this question.

Even Copley’s I’ve-connected-the-dots board is not as satisfying as it may appear at first. For every prize-winning scientist whose fate they affected, there must have been countless ordinary civilians whose lives never dented the historic record. Was saving them any less meaningful? For every future humanitarian and peacemaker protected, how many conscripted soldiers met the business end of a labrys? What might any one of them have contributed to the world if they had survived? And how does one possibly weigh all these considerations in the moment when someone’s life is on the line? No one can, not even an immortal.

It is perhaps appropriate that the film’s clearest moral statement is articulated not in a grand pronouncement before a battle charge, but by a background character, a mortal with a handful of lines, in the back room of a pharmacy. “You need help. What does it matter why? Today, I put this on your wound. Tomorrow, you help someone up when they fall. We’re not meant to be alone.”

The final sentence of that statement isn’t an accident. Running parallel to the more philosophical musings on moral uncertainty in the text is a constant focus on the value of human connection as the thing that keeps you alive, and sane, when an easy way to make sense of the world is not on offer. It’s significant that the thing that convinces Andy that life is still worth living is not a mission, but a person. And while the scene with Copley’s research boards may be the moment that attempts to explain what the movie is saying philosophically, the emotional climax is the whole team, and in the final moments just Nile and Andy, protecting each other over and over again.

All of this adds up to a thesis statement that’s considerably more nuanced and humanist than one might expect from this genre. Protect the people you love. Give help when it’s needed. Try to do what’s right, but have humility about whether you actually know what that is.

Walking along the precipice of uncertainty without tipping over into grimdark cynicism and despair is an extremely challenging balancing act to pull off, and The Old Guard absolutely smashes it.

#the old guard #meta #action movies #morality #worldbuilding

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coeurdastronaute · 3 years

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Nerd 14

Previously on Nerd

There weren’t many things considered as decorations in the house on the corner of Inglewood Street. The old stone house, with its black shutters and manicured lawn hid behind a stately oak and the polished Porsche in the driveway, glowed as a beacon in the neighborhood, of perfection and wealthy modesty. Inside, it was less populated than one might expect, never fully lived-in, at least not to the casual observer.

Clarke moved her way down the stairs as she balanced the bag on her shoulder, fully prepared for work and then studying with her girlfriend on a fairly boring Saturday night. For the first time in a long time, she looked at the sparse frames of pictures of her family.

Unsure of what made her pause, she furrowed, pushing her eyebrows tightly together and leaning into the image of her mother and father on a random date when they were together in college. They were carefree and at some bar trivia night. Abby hugged Jake’s bicep and nearly hid in his shoulder as he leaned forward, other arm lifted to interject an answer. He was smiling wide despite his eagerness, the flash ricocheting off part of his large glasses. His hair was floppy and fully, swept to the side and neatly arranged, while Abby was brimming with life. Clarke loved the candid picture because sometimes she looked at it, and these were two people who had entire lives and experiences and she forgot that. They probably got butterflies like she did when Lexa smiled at her. They probably spent hours excitedly waiting to see the other.

In that picture, her mother wasn’t the person she was now, though both seemed insanely far away from Clarke. This college-aged person was alive, vibrant, in-love, awake, eager, and not cheating on her husband. The body language alone showed how much she adored him.

In that picture, her father was the funny, charming man she remembered, not the angry, frustrated man who was skin and bones, who couldn’t eat, who couldn’t swallow, who had difficulties moving most days and remembering his own daughter others. He was alive as well. He was the man everyone wanted to sit beside for some reason, for som inexplicable reason he had this… he had a spark that drew those to him like a moth to a flame, except he was that flame, and he shared his light eagerly with those around him.

Clarke relaxed her face after a few moments of looking and seeing and trying to find some kind of detail in that picture that would indicate that the couple in it would know what their life would like like two decades later. There wasn’t a single indication, and that terrified her.

“Did you finish you math?” her mother’s voice called from the hallway, hearing her daughter shift and move to look at the next picture without seeing her first.

“Yes.”

The next image was a very tiny Clarke on her father’s shoulders and her mother hugging his waist as they all stood beneath a redwood tree. They had hiking gear, shorts, sunglasses, hats and sunscreen. They were all smiling. They were a family.

“Did you email me that draft of your personal essay for applications?”

Clarke gave up perusing, no longer feeling the yearn for that family unit that was far away. She rolled her eyes and stomped her way down the steps to find her mother sorting through envelopes and mail.

“No.”

“Why not?” Abby didn’t look up as she flipped.

“Because I’m a junior, and I have five months before applications are due.”

“That’s no excuse not to be prepared. Maybe if you didn’t spend so much time chasing after some gir--”

“Who am I chasing after?” Clarke scoffed, crossing her arms and peering at her mother. “Do you mean helping Lexa on her submission for film school? Do you mean tennis practice? Do you mean working part time? Do you mean having a social life?”

“Considerate that you can help someone else get into college.”

“It’s going to take her months to edit, which I can’t-- I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

That did it. Clarke knew it would. Clarke new an overt expression of her own independence would trigger her mother. She knew arguing and not appearing to care about college would give her the satisfaction of a righteous fight. She wanted it. It’d been brewing for about a week and a half, ever since Clarke said she was going prom dress shopping without her. Ever since Clark forgot to tell her about spending the night camping with Lexa and the film crew while the powered through the project. Ever since Clarke didn't’ come home for dinner last Tuesday and then raved about Mrs. Woods’ garlic chicken. Tiny things Clarke did with spite because she didn’t know what else to do, because she couldn’t do anything else.

Abby’s nostrils flared and Clarke jutted her hip, shrugging to herself as she dug for her phone, ready to go to work and escape the house and the persistent smell of medical equipment and cleaner that haunted her until she was about two blocks from the house.

“I’ll be home around midnight.”

“Like hell you will. You’ll be home right after your shift.”

“No,” Clarke paused as she turned to leave. “I’m going over Lexa’s to study. We’re watching a Cary Grant movie.”

“You’re under the misconception that you get to make your own schedule and plans without asking permission. But that is not the case, Clarke.”

“I’ve been doing fine.”

“You’ve barely been home. Your father is--”

“Right there, in that room, asleep. I know this because I spent the morning with him. We made pancakes and played a game of cribbage. We talked about school and Lexa and I showed him pictures of the past week of my life. And I helped him with his meds because he’s having a bit of a flare. I told him I’d see him in the morning for omelettes because we’ve been watching cooking shows together and he wants to try the french style. I know exactly what is going on with my father.”

She hadn’t meant to, but her voice began to raise as she spoke. Clarke felt her fist shake. She felt her muscles tighten and her jaw clench. She was okay with being considered lazy and unmotivated, but to be accused of negligence was uncalled for, especially from someone like her mother.

“Don’t you raise your voice! You are greatly mistaken as to the nature of our relationship. I am your mother, and I am sick of your attitude, and your priorities not being your father and your family or your education.”

“Lexa has nothing to do with any of that. Are you just mad I’m dating a girl? Or that I don’t care what you think anymore?”

Slightly taken aback by her daughter, by her words, by her actions, by her entire demeanor over the past few months and frankly just sick of dealing with being the bad guy.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore,” Abby shook her head.

“I could say the same thing.”

The two stared at each other before Clarke shook her head and adjusted her bag. She toyed with her keys in her pockets before checking her phone again.

“I’m going to be late for work. I’ll be back tonight.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Abby insisted again. “You’re grounded indefinitely.”

“Except I’m not,” Clarke sighed and shook her head. “I’m not because I don’t care anymore. I genuinely don’t.”

“You’re going to. Give me your keys and your phone.”

“No.”

“I’m not joking, Clarke. You’re going to need to readjust your priorities and attitude.”

“I think you should take your own advice,” Clarke insisted as she reached the front door. “Or are you too busy fucking Kane to realize that there is no more family here?”

With a satisfying slam, she yanked the door shut. The anger that was stationed in her shoulders dissipated with the noise and movement. Clarke stood there in the quiet of her perfect neighborhood, the flapping of the flag lazily moving in the spring breeze was all she heard at first. Then the birds came. Then a lawnmower started in the distance.

Clarke felt lighter than she’d felt in a long time. She also felt emptier than any other time in her life. It was officially the end, and now she had to deal with that because the anger and the hurt and the betrayal was all she’d had in her for what felt like months. It hadn’t made anything better, and it certainly ruined everything, but Clarke took some solace in the fact that now she could try to fill herself up with something else.

XXXXXXXXXX

The party at Bellamy Blake’s house was in full swing by the time Lexa made her way up the winding driveway and into the belly of the beast. She wasn’t sure how she ended up there exactly, except that her girlfriend texted and said to show up. That seemed to be enough of a reason, though Lexa wasn’t particularly prepared. They’d had plans. Quiet plans. Private plans. Movie plans.

And now Lexa was going to her girlfriend’s ex’s party.

She shoved her hands in her pockets as she moved through the crowd, clearly not getting the memo that jeans were not entirely good enough attire, and in fact she seemed to be extremely overdressed. Her eyes bugged slightly as she watched a girl from her physics class walk by in a very tiny, very teeny lime green bikini. Lexa became suddenly aware of the appeal of such things, as if she hadn’t noticed them before, but then MIchelle who sat diagonally in front of her third period looked like that and she gulped.

The music thumped loudly. The beats were rattling the walls and shaking the windows while the screams and giggles of her classmates sought to shatter glass. It wasn’t like the other parties she’d been to with Clarke. It wasn’t even like thrones Anya dragged her to when she visited. This was a night of debauchery and she hadn’t had time to prepare.

And as much as she saw everyone else wearing bikinis, she hadn’t thought about Clarke wearing one. She’d seen Clarke’s boobs before. That was nice. But there was something to her girlfriend in a bikini that was… good. Very good, even.

Lexa pushed her glasses up slightly on her nose and stared.

“What are you doing here?” Gus asked, approaching quietly. She didn’t move or say anything else, just stared from across the pool, the steam billowing upward to ward the sky while everyone seemed to glow blue and green and red, the lights alternating around them, the flames of the fire pits dancing to keep everyone warm. The warm glow of the lights inside were lost on the white-blue shade to the water.

“Lexa, focus,” he snapped his fingers in front of her face. “What are you doing here? Your sister would kill me if she knew you were at a Blake party.”

“How is it different than any other party?”

“It just is.”

“Because of the pool? I’ve been to pool parties.”

It hadn’t been since seventh grade and didn’t look like an episode of a CW show, but still, she’d been to a pool party with many of the same cast of characters that were currently on display. It was before puberty, but still.

“We need to get you home.”

“Clarke invited me.”

“It doesn’t matter. This isn’t your scene.”

“I can be in any scene. I’ve watched every John Hughes movie.”

“This is more of an episode of Euphoria than an 80s teen flick,” Gus sighed and took another swig from his cup. “And I fully believe you would fit in fine with Molly Ringwald.”

“That’s very kind of you to say,” Lexa nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

She took her eyes off of her girlfriend long enough to assure her friend that she was perfectly fine now. She was dating the head cheerleader. She’d been to parties and seen--

“Gus-- is that cocaine?”

“Okay, yeah, we have to get you out of here,” he shook his head and tossed his empty cup into a flowerbed.

“Is it really?” she asked, craning her neck as he pushed her forward. “I’ve never see that in real life before. People actually do that thing with the credit cards and dollar bills? Astounding. Where does one get cocaine?”

“You don’t need to know that.”

“I’m not going to do it. I’m just curious.”

They only made it a few steps before the ran into a sopping body. A tall, muscular, tan, perfectly chiseled and dripping body. It was the body of an actual god. It was the body of the perfect specimen, with biceps and the long swimmer cuts that pointed firmly toward his… his-ness.

“Gus, long time, man. How you been?” Bellamy Blake grinned before slipping his cup in his teeth as he hugged the other football player.

“Not too bad. Heard you’re heading to Oregon in the fall?”

“Yeah, partial scholarship. We’ll see what happens,” he shrugged. “Staying close?”

“Yeah, St. Johns, about three hours away.”

“Full ride?”

“Yeah. I got offered half to OSU, but would rather not have to pay anything.”

“No, that’s smart.”

The whole time they spoke, Lexa watched Clarke’s ex intently. She frowned to herself and wondered how her girlfriend broke up with him. He was effortlessly cool. He was huge. He looked like he knew how to go down on a girl, and Lexa was still apprehensive. She wished she could fast forward in life until she was really good at sex.

She watched him grin and sip from his red cup, meeting her eyes curiously as Gus explained something about his college recruitment process.

“I don’t think we’ve ever met before. I’m Bellamy.”

He held out his hand. And though she didn’t want to do it, she sighed and shook his hand.

“Sorry, I should have introduced you. This is Lexa.”

“Lexa… Lexa…” He mulled.

“Anya Woods’ sister.”

“Wow, you’re Anya’s little sister?”

“Yeah.”

“How is she? I forgot she had a little sister. I remember her little brother died-- oh shit.”

“Yeah.”

“We were just heading out,” Gus interrupted.

“I was actually just going to go talk to Clarke.”

“Why would you--”

Before anything else could be said, before anything else could transpire between the two of them, before Gus had to interrupt again, Clarke appeared, launching herself into her girlfriend’s arms, wrapping her own around her neck, her body still slightly damp from the pool she must have just climbed out of during the awkward introduction.

“You’re here. I’m so happy,” Clarke hummed against Lexa’s warm neck. She buried herself there, suffocating herself happily, slightly tipsy.

“I told you I’d stop by.”

Clarke kissed her girlfriend’s neck. She leaned most of her body against her there and giggled, oblivious to the eyes, too drunk to care about anything else happening.

“I am have the worst day. Maybe the worst week. Maybe the worst year ever. No, wait. Definitely the worst year, and today I finally told my mom everything and then left. So Yeah. It’s been terrible. I got drunk.”

“Not the healthiest coping mechanism.”

“Not a bit,” Clarke grinned, agreeing eagerly and with a wide grin. She leaned forward and kissed her girlfriend despite her words.

“You can be healthy tomorrow,” Lexa offered. “You okay?”

“As okay as can be.”

There was some throat clearing that happened behind them, and Lexa felt a burning in her ears and chest at the display, unaccustomed to it all.

“So this is your new girlfriend?” Bellamy asked, looking at the pair.

“Lex, I suppose you’ve met my ex,” Clarke gestured.

“Kind of.”

“Is this party a little much?”

“If I remember correctly, this was exactly the kind of thing you liked. We went to many a party in our tenure,” Bellamy shrugged, lazily leaning against a counter. “Things changed since I left, I guess.”

“I enjoyed not thinking,” Clarke offered. “You were great for that.”

Gus and Lexa looked between the two and then at each other. She was almost certain she didn’t know what was happening, but that certainly, something was, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

“You moved on quick, huh?”

“Hey, step back,” Gus interrupted as Bellamy took a single step. “This is Anya’s sister.”

“Woods?” he furrowed. “You’re dating Anya Woods’ kid sister?”

“Yup,” Clarke nodded.

“I heard she was--”

“Standing right here,” Gus finished.

Lexa felt Clarke’s hand move into her own and she smiled despite the fact that she was picking up a drunk girl at her college guy ex’s party. There was a lot in that sentence she wasn’t happy about, now that she thought about it.

“You ready to get out of here?” Lexa asked innocently, ignoring the rest.

“I think we still have a few more shots lined up, Clarke,” Bellamy smiled and Lexa understood the need to punch.

Noticeably torn, she looked at her girlfriend and back at her ex before realizing that she was actually drunk, and that wasn’t good. Lexa smiled softly and rubbed her girlfriend’s back. She kind of imagined how it must have felt to implode and take her mother down with her. Lexa remembered the feeling of telling her father she was gay and sad. Clarke’s implosion didn’t seem as successful as her own, and Lexa was more than happy to try to help in whatever way she could.

“Can I stay at your place tonight?”

“Yeah,” Lexa nodded quickly. “I’ll text my mom to let her know.”

“You’re seriously leaving?” The college football player and terrible ex scoffed. “The night is still young. It’s barely after eleven.”

“Thanks for getting me drunk, but I should probably go do something better.”

“Thanks for showing me around,” Lexa offered nodding her head slightly toward the host before he could argue. “Have a good night. I’ll see you on Monday, Gus.”

“Get home safe,” the linebacker warned.

Slightly dumbfounded, Bellamy Blake stood there, hands on his hips as he watched his ex weave through the crowd of people and disappear. As much s everything stayed the same, he couldn’t shake the sinking feeling of change, and how averse he was to it.

XXXXXXXXXX

“Here, you can, uh,” Lexa quickly moved through her bedroom, leaving her girlfriend standing by the bed. “I have some old sweats if you want.”

Already, Clarke began taking off her pants, and Lexa quickly looked in the drawers of her dresser. She felt the tips of her ears burn slightly as she looked over her shoulder, her girlfriend slumping into the bed, pants lost to the floor.

“I knew I shouldn’t have gone to that party. I knew it,” Clarke sighed, rubbing her face with both hands to ride herself of the spinning. “But I didn’t care. I just wanted to… you know…”

“You had it out with your mom. You just anted to go far away. I get it.”

“Don’t be nice to me. I knew better than to go, especially to anything involving Bellamy Blake.”

“Why?”

“He doesn’t care about any of it. Just has drinks. I should have called you or like done something else.”

“You’re allowed to want to take a night off from a giant secret after a huge fight. And you don’t need my permission,” Lexa reminded her girlfriend, offering an old shirt.

“It was stupid.”

“Do you feel better?”

Gingerly, Lexa tugged at Clarke’s shirt, pulling it over her head until she flopped back down on the bed, her hair fanning out against the pillow. Agitated at herself, at her clothe, at the unfathomable uncontrollability to the entirety of her life, Clarke growled to herself as she tugged off her bra, tossing it to the side and gracelessly pulling on the shirt Lexa offered.

“I don’t feel better at all.”

It was certainly a pout, and Lexa did her best to ignore it. Instead, she slicked off the light beside the bed, and slid between the sheets next to Clarke. Lexa laid there until Clarke turned to face her, until she placed her hand on her neck and cheek.

“I’m sorry you had to pick me up.”

“It’s okay,” Lexa whispered.

“It’s not. I’m not like this… I don’t mean to be… I mean--”

“It’s okay.”

Clarke leaned forward, shifting beneath the blankets until their knees were touching. She moved to only push the hair from Lexa’s forehead and she paused before kissing her lips. She tasted the warmth of the tequila there and she didn’t care. Lexa signed.

“Please don’t give up on me anytime soon,” Clarke murmured. Stunned from the kiss, Lexa blinked in the dark and shifted closer.

“I wouldn’t ever.”

“I know you wouldn’t. I just had to say it out loud.”

“Okay.”

Lexa was certain she was going to get another kiss, but instead, Clarke dug her forehead under her girlfriend’s chin and pressed their bodies together, hugging her tightly and disappearing, being overwhelmed, anchoring herself to a steady force. Lexa rubbed Clarke’s back for a few moments until she fell asleep, and then she allowed herself the option of sleep.

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