#bc the simple thing to do when a student tries to seduce you is to Turn Them Down

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I have to scream about Lust, Caution a bit more because it's just one of those films that alters your brain chemistry for a while. Everything below the cut bc spoilers, and triggers, and this is long. (It's also not a review or analysis or anything I just had to ramble about it and now I feel better lol)

For how simple the premise of this movie is - seducing and killing the enemy - it was so complex.

Firstly, what really didn't come through the trailer I saw on imdb was how it all started. As in: this was originally no organized secret service effort but a bunch of theater kids deciding to murder a man lol And I have to acknowledge that historically speaking it is extremely common for political resistance movements to include a lot of university students. So it's great because it both makes the plot more realistic, but it also adds a level of absurdity because it becomes clear early on that these guys are very much in over their heads, and don't know what they are doing. I mean they are really talented actors. But they have no idea how to kill a man. And when they get there to actually kill someone it gets really messy. (It's also not the guy they set out to kill.)

I feel like this beginning also gave Wong a lot more agency than I expected, and I really appreciated that. Because with a lot of similar plots, the heroine often gets pushed into this plan against her will. (She is trained to be a spy, or she is the only one who can do it, etc.) Here, there is some peer pressure, of course, but she decided quite freely to get involved in it at first, and then she again made that decision a few years later. Also, in my understanding, she was the one who initiated the whole seduction bit of the plan when she wrote down her number where Yee could see it. The others in the group were clearly uncomfortable with the idea at first. (A lot more uncomfortable than with the idea of putting a bullet through a man's head.)

So you know, I liked that I felt like her own choices put her into these situations, basically.

I also found it interesting, how from the moment Wong stepped on stage, you couldn't really tell anymore when she was acting and when she wasn't. Obviously, she played different roles, but for example, in the first part, when she rushed to the phone, she looked so giddy, and it was only her friends around so there was no need to act that way, if there wasn't a little bit of honesty in that. (She also looked pretty heartbroken when she learned they were moving away. More than a failed mission warranted.)

Or when later she tells the leader of the operation that they should act soon and how Yee is hurting her... At that point, the things that happened between them were pretty consensual. Yeah, he was being a dick throughout, but at that time he wasn't intentionally being cruel anymore, I think. There was more of the risk of what ended up happening, that she would actually fall in love. But the way she warned them was also a bit of an act.

So idk I just really enjoyed the genius actress thing, and how the lines between act and reality blurred by the end of it. Because I felt like what really managed to capture Yee were the honest, playful parts of her, the parts of her that she let shine through the act.

The chemistry was obviously incredible between the two main characters, and the acting, and the way it was filmed were so beautiful. There was this constant push and pull between them. From the beginning, they were just looking at each other so intensely, that it was clear how much of an attraction there was. But then they had so much trouble reaching for each other. Yee was obviously extremely heavy-handed at first. But you could tell that sometimes even he recognized that he overstepped, and then he would try to touch her more gently, but he would be extremely clumsy about it. And then he would get frustrated and go back to violence. Meanwhile, when Wong tried to touch him more gently, he would push her away, because that just wasn't something that he was used to allowing himself. I just loved how much of this was communicated without words.

And that is exactly why I liked the sex scenes too. I read that this was made based on a book and that the book didn't have all these scenes. And that obviously the whole thing got censored to bits in mainland China and got quite a bit of pushback. (Because of the nudity and but also the political part of the ending.)

Personally, I think the sex scenes were an amazing addition, and if anyone says that intimate scenes don't add to character development or the plot then I will shove this movie in front of their face lol (No I won't bc this movie could be pretty triggering, but it's also a great example of how sex scenes can be well done and I'm passionate about that okay?)

Even the first one between them, that is SA (there is no question about that) even that one had its place. It shows who Yee is: the man who orders another one to die in the first two minutes of the movie, and someone whose job is to torture people. It also shows that he is extremely paranoid, and doesn't trust her, so he would rather hurt her and take control of the situation. Because, let's face it, she made it pretty clear that she was there to have sex with him. He didn't need to force it. He just wanted to rattle her and restrain her because... well, because he's an asshole, ruthless secret police chief. (And because there were already two other women who tried to kill him by seducing him, you know) I'm not trying to justify his actions, or anything, but what happened was pretty in line with his character.

The whole movie that far showed that he was a very dangerous man, but that scene just really cemented that he was a threat even to her.

And it also showed a lot about her. I lost my mind when afterwards she was lying on the bed and she just smiled... Like... she was not as upset about what happened as you might have expected??? And you could interpret it in a lot of ways. As a feeling of accomplishment that she did manage to do what she set out to do with her acting... Or idk, hell, to me it was clear that our girl had some daddy issues. That with her father taking her brother with him and leaving her in a warzone and everything. And you know, Yee must have been like twice her age. It also kind of went back to that conversation they were having when he told her that he saw that she wasn't afraid.

Anyways, it was also obviously shot in a way that was sexy, in the same way we can find some non-con fanfic sexy and art should be allowed to do that.

There was nothing remotely healthy about this, obviously, but it was also really complex and I liked that.

And then every other sex scene was not just beautifully shot, and not your typical missionary setup, but you could also see the character development in them. Wong discovering her sexuality, for one. Especially, if you compare any of those scenes to the one with the other student.

The other thing you could see in those scenes was how they started to trust each other more. Yee stops restraining her and lets her touch him. In some of those shots, he's just lying on the bed and letting her get all over him.

And then there is the one where she looks at his gun, and he catches her looking... And then instead of making a big deal out of it, he lets her pull the pillow over his eyes?? (And they both seem to really enjoy that one... ) That scene really spelled out everything between the lines.

The way I like to think about it is that by the end of it, they both must have known deep down who and what kind of person the other one was. He knew she wasn't honest with him. And she knew that he wouldn't hesitate to sign their death warrants. And they fall for each other anyway. She chose him over herself and all of her friends. And he was absolutely heartbroken by the end.

I loved this movie, and I loved the characters' dynamics, and I loved the acting.

#so fucked up #but so delicious #lust caution #okay I think I'm done talking about this #I just had to get that all off my chest lol #nara rambles #dead dove do not eat

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what game are you referring to when you said “ lmao well im peacing out of that, given some new information, as well as the creator’s own response to... uh... the grossness lmao” it seems like I might want to avoid that game

m*nd bl*nd lmao

one of the romance options is the MC's teacher, someone brought it to my attention that the creator is themself a teacher in their thirties, and the creator responded to criticism of the iffy dynamic with a pissy attitude and an "im tired of getting hate mail for this >:[" Then Maybe Reconsider Your Narrative Homie

basically they were like "well i wanted to have a game where people my age can romance someone their age" and there is an easy solution to that, which is Make Your Protagonist Of A Similar Age/Not A Student

#pidge replies #dont r/b pls #like yes age differences in romance can be handled in a way without a power imbalance that makes it skeevy #but there is no way to do that with a teacher/student relationship #full stop #and while it seems the mc pushes for that romance that doesnt make it better #thats a narrative thats always brought up as like #a method of giving the student 'agency' r blaming them for it #which is gross #bc the simple thing to do when a student tries to seduce you is to Turn Them Down #and then to get pissy when people speak up about it and try to claim superioty? the whole thing reeked of 'tumblr mom' brainrot #and the cheeky little tag on how their next project involved a centuries old demon? lmao you know its not the same

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a gra fic! :)

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Pairing: 2010s graham coxon x reader

Word count: 2.383

Warnings: smut, age gap (45ish/20ish)

Requested by anon x

(ok so i didnt really know how to premise this but i decided to make it like an au where hes not famous and hes just a guitar teacher, to avoid any dodgy family friend relations or whatever for the ppl that feel uncomfortable with that heh (bc famous gra probably wouldn’t be teaching guitar to someone whos not already a friend in some way, if he was still a famous successful musician, you know???)) anyway enjoy this very very unrealistic fic x

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“Try that for me,” Graham asked in his usual small voice. He was sitting across from me - his knees almost touching mine - with an electric guitar resting on his thigh. I was holding one as well and desperately trying to focus on what his hands were playing, rather than the details of the veiny pattern on the back of them.

“Uh,” I mumbled and tried to place my fingers like he had placed his on the strings, but quickly getting confused. I had been taking guitar lessons with Graham for a few months and it was getting harder and harder to push away the inappropriate thoughts.

I had never really had a crush on a teacher before, but of course a guitar tutor would conjure up those feelings in me. Musicians really are a whole different breed.

“Like this,” Graham helped and moved my fingers to the right strings. He was leaned in closer to me and I could feel my heart beating harder behind my ribs.

“Ah, sorry,” I apologised for my inability to pick up such a simple pattern. I caught a second of eye contact with Graham before turning my head down to hide my hot cheeks.

“Oh, don’t be,” he said with a cute concerned tone in his voice. “That’s why you’re here, to learn.”

I nodded and desperately continued to try chasing my inappropriate thoughts away. I played the chord progression almost flawlessly, and mentally beat myself up for the small errors I did. I hated failing in front of Graham. He was one of the sweetest and understanding people I’d ever met but he still intimidated me because when he played guitar he was a completely different person. I just needed his approval so bad.

“Good,” he mumbled and nodded his head. I looked up at his face again. His glasses had slid a bit further down his nose and his dark fringe laid messily across his forehead.

“Y/N.. Is there something wrong?” Graham asked after a short moment of silence and me getting a bit lost in his dark brown eyes.

“What?” I asked back and shifted in my seat. The awkward tension grew between us and Graham stared back at me with a puzzled expression and a small confused smile on his lips.

“You seem distracted,” he explained.

A war broke out in my head. One part of me wanted to just spit it out and admit to being extremely attracted to him, and another wanted me to shut up and stop acting so odd and pathetic. I settled for a stiff shrug of my right shoulder and an increased heartbeat.

“You’re probably not gonna learn much if you’re thinking about something else… Has something happened?” Graham asked. Concern had completely taken over his voice now and he was still leaned in close to me. It made my chest tighten with infatuation for him and the way he was genuinely worried about me.

“No, I’m just.. thinking,” I shrugged again and looked down on our knees that were even closer to touching now. 

“About?”

I could tell was being as careful as he possibly could and he really didn’t want to put any pressure on me. And he didn’t. All the pressure that was on me I put on myself. At last the impulsive side of me won and I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Your hands.”

Graham was taken aback a bit and laughed nervously. He leaned back again and I felt like throwing up. Why did I have to be so stupid?

“What about them?” he chuckled.

I had already dug myself a hole that was impossible to get out of, might as well keep digging.

“They’re, uh.. attractive,” I mumbled and swallowed nervously. I couldn’t think of a single adjective that felt appropriate to use. It felt like I was sweating from every pore and there wasn’t a single cell in my body in which I felt sexy or like I was capable of seducing this forty-something year old man.

“Attractive?” He asked and sent the ball right back to my court. To be fair, I was the one who had started this whole thing. I deserved to feel this uncomfortable.

“Yeah, like.. I-want-them-on-my-body attractive. That sort of thing,” I kept digging my hole and Graham’s cheeks were now getting a bit red too.

He stared at me in silence for four seconds. I counted them carefully and slower than normal, so it was probably even longer in reality. He then looked down for another few prolonged seconds. I began lining up all the curse words I knew in my head and threw them at myself.

“Okay,” Graham said quietly as he slowly looked up again. He was still hugging the guitar and his hand tightly clasped the neck of it, rather nervously.

“Well,” he continued uttering words, but not forming a sentence that carried any of this agony forward or backward or in any direction really. I couldn’t speak because I knew whatever I said I would make everything worse.

“Would you like to do something about it?” he asked cautiously and suddenly took a giant leap in the conversation. His head was tilted downwards slightly but he was looking me in the eye as my stomach turned over with nerves. I knew I should’ve said no and he knew he shouldn’t have asked that but here we were and I couldn’t think of any other answer but yes.

“Yeah,” I answered in a weak mumble.

Graham reached out to put the guitar back in its stand and I figured this was one of those times when actions speak louder than words. I did the same and sat back again with my clammy palms resting on my thighs. Graham had his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he reached his hand out. He touched my leg gently with his fingertips and lifted my hand from my thigh. The notion that all this was highly inappropriate was forgotten as soon as he loosely held my hand and rubbed his thumb across my knuckles. I felt like I’d been holding my breath for the last ten minutes.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. Graham held my one hand a bit tighter and reached out for the other one. I took it as a sign and took a giant metaphorical leap of my own. I stood up on wobbly legs and clumsily straddled his lap. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and I was wearing a pair of tight black ones. Even with all this fabric separating us, I could feel Graham harden a bit under me as I slowly grinded my hips back and forth a couple times. His hands let go of mine and immediately held my face, making me look into his eyes.

“Tell me if it’s weird,” he whispered. I could’ve sworn his lips were already touching mine - with the way I could taste his breath - but I soon realised they weren’t. I wanted them to be.

“You tell me,” I said with a nervous laughter. “I started this,” I joked and looked away from his eye contact. I was caught in a feeling more conflicting than I had ever felt before. Half of me wanted to tear every part of clothing from our bodies, while the other half was terrified and wanted to run away and never have to expose my body to Graham. The thought that he was old enough to be my father crossed my mind fleetingly and I was turned off for a minute, but at the same time I couldn’t keep from kissing him for much longer.

Graham’s hands were calmly resting on my hips now. I pressed my sweaty palms against his soft stomach under his shirt and watched his gaze fall to eye me up and down - or down and up, rather. He helped by raising his arms and I pulled his striped t-shirt off. I threw a glance at the, closed but not locked, door. We had about fifteen minutes left of the lesson, but I knew there was still a risk of another tutor or student walking in at any second. It made me more nervous and more excited.

I realised I would have to step down from his lap to take my jeans off. Now when I had finally gotten it I never wanted to break my contact with his body. I stood up hastily and struggled to get my tight jeans off. I then tore my hoodie off and felt completely naked. I was still wearing my pair of mismatched, yet oddly flattering, bra and pants as I stood frozen to the ground and allowed myself to stare at Graham’s bare torso. He looked even more handsome without a shirt than I could’ve ever imagined. His shoulders were broader than his waist and his stomach looked smooth and warm with a few soft hairs around his belly button and his chest.

“Help me out of these,” Graham suggested and both our gazes fell to his crotch. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of the bulge inside his jeans.

I nodded and kneeled down in front of him, placing my hands on his firm thighs. I could see a modest grin begin to form on his lips. He was clearly enjoying the sight of me on my knees in front of him. As my breathing picked up, I undid his jeans and pulled them all the way off his legs as he stood up to help. My hands were back on his thighs as he sat down again and I let one of them wander up to cup his prominent bulge outside of his underwear. A quiet moan fell from his lips. There was something raspy in his otherwise soft and gentle voice.

“You’re so beautiful,” Graham mumbled, the newfound rasp still apparent in his voice.

“Thank you,” I breathed shyly and kept rubbing his erection for a few more intense seconds before I decided I needed him inside me.

I stood up again and Graham pulled his pants down to the middle of his thighs. I didn’t mean to sound so defeated or in absolute awe - even though I was - but I exhaled sharply at the sight of a nude Graham with his hard cock in his hand. My reversed gasp made him smirk again. It looked out of place on his face but I liked it.

“Come here,” he mumbled softly and leaned in to give my stomach a few wet kisses as his large hands held my waist. His grip around me was just as gentle yet firm as his grip around his guitar.

He pulled me onto his lap again and kissed up my body, until our lips finally connected. Graham pulled my underwear to the side and my whole body twitched lightly as I grinded my clit against his length. He dropped a mumbling comment about how wet I was and I giggled nervously. I refused to believe I had made him this hard.

“Do I make you this hard?” I asked. I realised right away that it was a stupid question to ask.

“Yes, clearly,” Graham chuckled. There was a bit of struggle in his voice again as he was just about fed up with my slow teasing hip movements.

Graham held my hip as he finally guided the tip towards my entrance. I sank down slowly as his size stretched my walls out and made them ache. A few whispers fell from my mouth and I could feel him watching me. I opened my eyes and looked into his. They were large and round and just as dark and beautiful as always. I kissed him again and we both moaned quietly into the kiss. Graham’s left hand was still on my hip and his right was gently cupping my  breast. I was still wearing my bra but he pulled it down slightly and moved his lips from mine down to my nipple.

“Do you mind if I leave some marks?” he asked and kissed around my nipple softly as he waited for me to answer.

“Not at all,” I breathed. 

I had fully adjusted to his size and rode him faster and faster as I came closer to my climax. Graham sank his teeth into the skin on my chest and sucked hard on it. It prompted an even louder moan from me and even made Graham hush me as he laughed quietly. It was a smug laugh.

With the wonderful pain from his teeth sinking into my skin and his cock as deep as it could go inside me, it wasn’t long before the orgasm built up inside me. It came quickly and almost caught me off guard when it washed over me, contorting my whole body and making me exhaustedly fall down with my forehead pressed against his shoulder. Graham held both my hips now and thrusted a few more times before he pulled out suddenly and came all over his hand and thigh. Seeing his veiny hand all covered in his own cum and hearing his heavy breaths almost made me want to go for another round right away but I contained myself and backed away from him. 

I glanced at the clock on the wall as I buttoned my jeans and pulled my hoodie over my head. Graham had found some tissues to wipe his hand with and was standing faced away from me. His back was broad and beautiful and I wanted to kiss every inch of it.

“Well, I’ll.. see you next week then,” I said awkwardly and Graham turned around. The apples of his cheeks were still tinted pink and I could imagine mine were as well. He laughed lightly and walked back up to me. He gave me a quick peck on the lips and smiled.

“Yeah..”

I grabbed my stuff and awkwardly waddled out of the room with sweaty palms and a small grin that was untameable. My skin was still burning with the feeling of his teeth and lips on it. I knew there were already bruises and marks all over my chest and neck.

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╰ ♡  MUSE 25, AMY ADAMS, CIS FEMALE ┊ have you seen ELIZABETH “LIZA” CALLOWAY around hillston? the 41 year old is said to be an EVENT PLANNER. the neighbours would say that they’re MANIPULATIVE and DECEITFUL, but they’re actually CHARISMATIC and PRAGMATIC. SHE often reminds people of a soft lilting accent, a flashy diamond necklace, a lipsticked smile like a fox. watch out, though. you wouldn’t believe that SHE’S A CON ARTIST. ( ally, 22, est, she/her )

me: don’t let me take a muse too early lmao!!!!!  also me: applies for liza literally on day two. ... we irritatin’. 

fr though i have never come up with a bg and personality faster for a character. this is liza, my neutral evil mother, and i love her so much. i don’t really have any wcs in particular for this character, but i def wanna plot and see what tomfoolery we can come up with. as usual, deets below the cut, and like for me to hyu for plotting ! 

pinterest | tl;dr at the bottom bc i wrote a novel | (tw for abuse and alcoholism, all mentioned briefly)

history. 

in another life, elizabeth would be an actress. her rags to riches story would enthrall millions, she’d bring audiences to tears and the academy to their knees, and her name would be remembered for generations to come. but fate had other plans for a woman so talented and hungry for fame, for elizabeth was born lyudmila fyodorovna, the fifth child of a pair of factory workers in leningrad.

her father was an alcoholic, and terrorized the household, and lyudmila finally ran away at age nine, all on her own. from there, she quickly learned how to survive. when she couldn’t get enough money begging in the streets, she stole a school uniform and pretended to be a student who’d gotten lost on a school trip and needed money to get back home. she quickly learned the fastest way to make money: lie. 

her favorite way to con, once she became a teenager, was to seduce and then vanish with whatever she could grab. as she grew older, she went for bigger and bigger fish; party men, mobsters, oligarchs, you name it. she could read them, devise what kind of girl they wanted; sometimes she was a university student, other times a ballerina, other times a simple farm girl. 

at age twenty, however, she was caught rifling through the drawer of one of her marks. the mobster threatened to have her killed. she barely got out alive, and she fled the city. at that point, she figured it was time for a new con. 

it was not long after that she found little zoya, then just a baby, left at a government building in a nearby village. admittedly, her first thought wasn’t to take the child in out of the goodness of her heart; it was that, if she pinched this thing, it would be an incredibly useful prop for cons.

it was a successful con, and she ran it for a while. long enough that she became attached to the baby. she realized, when she started calling her myushka even when they were alone, that she’d actually come to love the little girl. 

as soon as she had the opportunity, she moved herself and zoya to the us, not necessarily for the glitz and glamor associated with america, but for another reason: america was the mecca of the con artist. where russians are pessimistic, americans are optimistic, and lyudmila played them all for fools. she’s gone by countless names by now, and is an old pro at countless types of scams. 

calloway was a miracle she stumbled across while running insurance schemes out of a hospital. a man with amnesia who also had a billion dollar inheritance? she nearly tripped running out of the place to get everything in order. all the forgeries she could think necessary, a small shoplifted closet of designer clothes, and, of course, a wedding band and matching engagement ring from a pawn shop. 

after that, all she had to do was fling herself at calloway and apologize profusely for getting stuck in russia visiting family, and how much her poor husband must have missed her. 

tl;dr - soviet woman runs away from abusive family, cons to survive, finds a baby, grows to love her, moves to america, cons some more, until she trips into the job of a lifetime. 

personality.

of course, she’s actually a fucking snake in all meanings of the word. cunning, conniving, constantly looking for her next payday. she, of course, considers herself a survivor. 

naturally charismatic and charming. 

as liza, however, she is incredibly gregarious and bubbly. she loves to talk to people, and is actively trying to make friends in hillston. probably trying to host parties and stuff, especially to advertise her event planning business. 

will liza figure out who has beef with each other and then invite them to the same brunch to watch them fight, pretending she’s too sweet and clueless to notice that these people wouldn’t get along until it’s too late? yes she will. 

she honestly picked the event planner career out of the blue; she pretends to not be very good at it, but she finds herself enjoying it. when she gets work, that is. 

has kept a slight russian accent for this con, so she has a sweet purring lilt when she speaks. (she’s incredibly talented with her voice; she can do any number of accents, from italian to brooklyn italian. her natural voice is a much deeper russian accent, though.) says her russian name is yelizaveta, but goes by elizabeth or liza because it’s easier for americans to pronounce. 

she’s also incredibly protective and somewhat controlling over zara. she’s still liza’s baby girl, after all. 

uuuuuh tries her ding darn best to be perfect. always wearing a beautiful outfit, with perfect makeup and hair. always willing to lend a hand, do a favor. basically so nobody kicks up a fuss about her being here. 

#hillston.intro

[curly-cal]

L.H | Playing Innocent

Premise: greaser!luke au where he gets a special surprise from the Golden Girl

Word Count: 3105

Warnings: swearing, oral (18+)

A/N: hiya, this has been requested, hope ya’ll like! i know its suppose to be greaser!universe type thing and that its technically suppose to be set in the 60′s but i wrote it in the time frame of maybe 1980′s? i felt like it was easier that way for me as its not a series i wanted to do an immense amount of research on.  This is also my first publish on this blog of any of my writing so i hope you like and pleeease give me feedback. Critique. anything. Its sooo helpful to know what ya’ll like and don’t. Also thank u for requesting bc this was fun to write and now im craving greaser!luke to take me for a spin on his bike. enjoy! xx

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It wasn’t as if maths was something he struggled with, in fact, Luke considered himself quite clever when it came to the subject. However, when he found out that y/n was offering her spare time to anyone in the class who needed help, he thought it to be the perfect opportunity to get her to speak to him.

To Luke she was the prettiest girl in the school, maybe even the prettiest on the North side of Riverwood. He was enchanted by the way her hair fell in her face, the way her eyes crinkled in concentration, and how she had an answer to every question Mr. Dundell asked in class.

But Luke had a reputation that he was very well aware of, so he found it difficult to get someone like her to give him even the slightest of her time. She was a typical Good Girl in his eyes. She always got straight A’s, her attire was always perfect, she went home to a happy family, performed in the school plays and volunteered at the diner on weekends.

It wasn’t as if he was afraid to talk to her, not at all, Luke just found it much easier to go after the girls that were throwing themselves at him, rather than chase after some preppy little spoilt girl that would be too frigid to do anything with him anyway, so instead, he admired her from afar. He definitely thought about all the things he would do to her, though, all the ways he could put that chatty little smart-ass mouth to use, and when he did think of those candy pink lips wrapped around his cock, he found himself making excuses so he could go rub one off over her in the boys bathrooms.

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 He was sitting up in the bleachers when he was caught, she was running laps around the oval for gym and for a split second she let her eyes stray from the path in front of her. They locked with his for only a short moment, but to Luke it felt like a lifetime. When she looked away, however, Luke found himself a little disappointed. A small sigh left his lips, one which didn’t go unnoticed by the hazel eyed greaser to his right.

“You jonesing for that preppy still Hemmings?” Ashton smirked, a tone in his voice that only portrayed mockery.

Luke rolled his eyes at his friend, diverting his attention to him nethertheless. “Shut up.”

Ashton let out a chuckle, but continued on with his teasing. “Isn’t she tutoring? Why don’t you ask dollface to help you out, then you can feel her up, get rejected and move on from this ridiculous crush you can’t seem to piss off.”

And that was how the plan became.

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Later on that afternoon, Luke found himself transfixed on the girl who sat 3 seats in front and one across from where he had been sitting. She had a piece of hair curled around her finger as she listened to Mr. Dundell explain the notions of algebra. The school day was coming to an end, and not yet had Luke had the opportunity to speak to her since gym. He had a plan to catch her after class when everyone was cleared out, knowing full well that she’d stick around to speak to the teacher about extra notes, that was when he was going to make his move. He planned on playing the fool. To go over to Mr. Dundell and express how difficult he found the assignment and hoped she’d offer, or at-least the teacher would recommend her assistance, and that would be where the plan would begin.

30 minutes went by before the bell rung, then a sea of students jumped up and headed for the door in a rush, leaving only a few left behind. Luke watched as she packed away her things and headed straight to the teacher, where she did infact stand and ask for extra notes.

He quickly jumped up, grabbing his things and headed over to where they stood, but before he could reach her, she was off. Damn it. He thought to himself. He quickly ran after her, calling out her name in hopes she’d hear him in the pit of noise that filled the halls.

He finally caught up to her once she stopped at her locker, his hand flew flat against the locker beside hers, catching her attention as she looked up at the smirking boy standing before her.

“You’re a difficult girl to catch, darlin’” he grinned and wiped a stray strand of curl out of his face.

 Her frown was deep, but sat alongside confusion. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped to rethink her words for a second. “What do you want?” She eventually spoke, but turned to continue putting her things away.

“Want your help, darlin’ my maths isn’t too good. Heard ya willin’ to help out”

Her ears perked at this, she turned and gave him and amused expression. “You want my help? No way.” She laughed as she closed her locker. Y/n began to walk away but frowned as Luke moved in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.

“And why not?” He was a little confused, but refused to show her anything but arrogance as he smirked down at her. “Where ya going, Darlin’?”

“Firstly, my names y/n, and secondly, I know you’re not struggling, Luke, you have one of the highest grades in the class. Besides, do you know how it’ll look if I’m seen with you? Already there’s a million eyes watching us.” She spoke as she scanned the hall.

Luke couldn’t help but let out a laugh at this. “You scared to be seen with me, Darlin’? You didn’t strike me as someone who cared about her reputation.”

“I don’t.” She huffed, her back straightening as she tried to stand tall, as if it would help her deceive him.

“Then help me.” He smirked, stepping closer, letting his face inch closer to hers in an attempt to seduce her. “I’ll come by the diner tomorrow, you can help me after you finish.” He winked at her and before she had an opportunity to interject, he was gone, leaving y/n standing in front of her locker in a state of confusion.

“What the heck”

_

It was Saturday afternoon and y/n was just finishing up the last of her duties at work. Luke hadn’t come by yet, much to her relief. She was hoping he’d just forget and she could go straight home and work on her assignment, not that she had much left, considering she had already finished most of the work yesterday after her class. Y/n wasn’t sure how the hell she had even managed to get as much done as she did, considering most of what she could think about was the blonde, curly-haired boy who was forcing her to help him.

It wasn’t as if she didn’t know of Luke, because she did. She knew of his reputation, and how he was considered trouble, he and the rest of his pals. The town called them the misfortunates of Riverwood. Notorious for getting into fights, graffiting the back of public toilets and getting caught and arrested by the police for public indecency, which was usually because they were screwing girls in their cars at the drive-in movies.

Being seen with him would definitely make her the talk of the town, and that’s what she was afraid of. Not because she cared of what the people thought, but because her parents had dressed her up as the towns ‘Golden Girl’. She loved her parents and wouldn’t ever want to do anything to displease them, which was why she was nervous. She knew that the reputation her parents tried so hard to maintain, for her benefit and theirs, would be demolished within seconds if people started to think she was in cahoots with the town's biggest trouble maker.

Her thoughts were abrupted by the sound of the diner doorbell, her eyes flicking to the man that had just been taking up her thoughtspace.

She wasn’t going to deny the fact that he was attractive, especially with him standing there in his leather jacket, his curls styled perfectly atop his head, jeans clinging tightly to his legs with what seemed to be a match stick rested between his lips. He gave her a wink as he began to stride over to her. “Darlin’” he nodded in an attempt to greet her. “Ya finished?”

She let out a small sigh, her hands going to the back of her body to untie the apron that adorned her. “Find a booth, I’ll be out in a second.” She turned on her heel and walked out the back, Luke doing as she said and finding a seat somewhere in the back of the diner.

When she came back out, she noticed his books out on the table, but caught a glimpse of him at the dukebox instead. She walked over to where he stood and cleared her throat. “We need to start so I’m home before 6 o’clock.” She sat down and began to flick through her notes.

“Early.” He hummed. “Ya parents strict, Darlin’?” He questioned as he chose a song and then returned to the booth, finally accompanying her.

She rolled her eyes, wishing she could lie without him knowing, but she knew he’d see right through it so she decided to not answer.

Luke let out a small chuckle, removing the stick between his teeth and let it slip between his fingers before speaking again. “Ya do everything they tell ya, Darlin’? They got ya on a leash or something?” He questioned.

“We’re here because you can’t do simple math, Luke, so how about we focus on that.” She bit back, clearly becoming agitated with his questioning.

His hands flew up, but he didn’t bother to hide the smirk that couldn’t help but permanently stick to his face. “Don’t get ya panties in a twist, just tryna see if you’re really as innocent as ya perceive, Darlin’.. clearly ya are.”

The book in her hands thudded against the table, causing a loud bang to fill the diner. Her eyes narrowed at him, a small huff leaving her lips. “Am not.”

“Pretty girls got anger. Don’t let daddy see.” He winked. “Cmon, you’re not fooling anyone, sweets. Everyone knows ya wouldn’t do anything a respected lady wouldn’t do. Would ya, darlin’?”

At this she rolled her eyes. She knew what he was doing. He was testing her, trying to get her to do something that would convince him she wasn’t who she pretended to be. He wanted to see how the real y/n behaved. Which was exactly what he was about to get.

“Fine. You want to see me be naughty? Because I can be naughty.” She hummed. When Luke only laughed at her words, a small ‘yeah right darlin’ left his lips she grinned back at him, a devilishly grin that he wasn’t ready for.

Her eyes grew bright, but filled with a strange colour. “I’ll prove it.” She stood, grabbing her things and quickly packing them away. She began to walk off, and when he didn’t follow, she turned on her heel and looked at him. “Are you coming or what?”

Luke jumped out of his seat and quickly ran after her, tossing everything he had brought into his own bag in the midst of motion. They walked out the front of the store and she turned to him. “Where’s your bike?” She smirked.

Luke’s brows raised but he didn’t speak a word, mainly because he was slightly in shock and confused about what was happening. He wasn’t sure how she was going to show him, but a thrill of excitement washed over him as they both walked to his bike. He helped her on and climbed on afterwards. He didn’t have a helmet to give, but she didn’t seem to mind.

As they drove off, her arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. Luke was sure he even felt her hand slip a few times against his member, but he wasn’t convinced it was on purpose, so he stayed quiet, and instead focused on the feeling of her breath on the back of his neck. “Where are we going?” He yelled out.

She grinned and pointed south. “Parklands, Hemmings.”

_

Luke pulled up at the reserve along the water. Trees surrounded them both as he put down the bike stand and waited for her to climb off before following suits. “What’re we doin’ her, darlin’?”

She smirked, her eyes glued to the boy before her as he leaned against his bike. “You wanted to know how innocent I was. I want to show you.” She spoke, seductive-like as she let her pointer finger run down his chest.

Luke’s eyes widened as he finally realised what she meant, but smirked as he began to play along. “Ya gonna show me how naughty you are, darlin’? Nah ya ain’t got it in ya.”

Her lips turned into a slight pout at his teasing. “You don’t know the half of it, Hemmings.” She hummed as she moved closer. She let her eyes stay glued to his as she began to slowly peel off his jacket. “You don’t know how good my mouth feels, how sweet my lips taste. How hot your body would feel up against mine.” She smirked, watching as Luke swallowed a lump in his throat. “You don’t know how well I can make you cum inside my innocent little mouth.”  

He let out a small moan, his eyes filling with lust as he watched the girl before him inch closer to him. All of the things he could only imagine doing with her was about to happen and he couldn’t wait to see how good that dirty mouth of hers felt. His dick grew harder and harder at her words, and all he needed was some sense of touch, so when she refused to give him what he wanted, and continued to tease him with her words, he began to grow agitated. “Darlin’, ya gonna prove ya ain’t all talk or am I gonna have to bend you over and get it out of ya?” He growled.

She smirked at this, her tongue clicking in disapproval. Her hands moved back against his chest, her nails scratching down the material against his chest, eliciting small moans from his lips. Once she had reached the bottom of his shirt, her fingers gently wrapped around the material and began to tug the white t-shirt that clung heavenly to his chest, up over his head and let it fall over his bike where his jacket hung.

Y/n moved quickly, pressing her lips to the exposed skin above his collarbone as she then began to let her lips make their way down his body, stopping a few times to nip and suck on his skin, making sure to leave love bites. Heck, she thought, if I’m going do this, might as well make it memorable. As she slowly reached the bottom of his torso, she found herself falling to her knees. Luke’s hands instantly tangled in her hair as she began to undo his jeans and slide them down his legs. She could see his hard on showing through his briefs, the sight of his large cock making her stomach turn in excitement. She slowly pressed her lips to Luke’s v-line while her fingers began the work of pulling off his boxers.

Once his cock was free, she let her kisses trail to the underside of his shaft, then slowly began to let her tongue trail over his prominent vein.

Even just her breath fanning him had Luke seeing stars, he tried so hard to watch her, but with every small, teasing action, Luke found his eyes drifting shut and his head rolling back in euphoria.

Once her tongue reached the tip of his cock, she hummed slightly, waiting for his eyes to reconnect with hers, and when they did, she gave him a cheeky grin before wrapping her lips around his head completely. A small moan left her lips as she tasted the pre-cum against her tastebuds. Y/n made sure her eyes never once left Luke’s as she began to the bob her head up and down against his cock, small moans escaping her lips and filling the quiet void that surrounded them, her tongue made work on running along his shaft as she continued to blow him.

Luke’s eyes were squinted, his lips in the shape of an ‘o’ as he let loud moans dance with hers. His hands worked her hair, fingers tangling and then releasing as he forced her down on his dick further. The moans and occasional gags began to feel all too much, the familiar feeling in his stomach forming as he looked down at the beautiful sight before him. “Darlin’ ya so good. Darlin’ ‘m gonna cum, ya gotta stop.”

When she refused to stop, Luke’s hands attempted to pull her off, but were met with her own, swatting them away. She continued to run her tongue as she bobbed her head, purposely moaning against his cock until she could feel liquid fill her mouth.

A loud grunt left his lips alongside a loud “fuck Darlin’ ‘m cumin’” as he released his load inside her. She continued to work him through his high, both of them now releasing quiet, short moans as she milked him of his orgasm.

After he had finished, he carefully helped her off his cock, a loud ‘pop’ noise leaving her lips as she smirked and looked up at him.

His chest was heavy and breathing uneven, but all he could pay attention to was the girl before him, down on her knees, looking up at him with a devilish smirk on her face, alongside a whole heap of saliva, mixed with his cum. “Not so innocent now, hm?” She smirked.

Luke let out a low chucked, his finger moving to wipe at the mess on her face before forcing his finger in her mouth for her to suck clean. “Not so much, darlin’ not so much.” He smirked as he removed his finger. “Should’ve asked for ya help earlier, who knew what I was missin’ out on.”

She grinned at that then stood up. “You never needed my help, did you hemmings?”

“Nah, but now Darlin’, now I might just.”

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