#mississippi grind

[jadebeckersdrawings]

Dancing scenes from some of my favorite movies !

[twenty-words-or-less]

Mississippi Grind

Summary: Estate agent and unlucky gambler Gerry (Ben Mendelsohn) meets significantly younger and much luckier gambler Curtis (Ryan Reynolds) and go on something of an odyssey together.

Incredibly stressful examination on addiction and the difficulty of quitting with two compelling central performances. Ambiguous but hopeful ending, too.

Rating: 4.25/5

Photo credit: Roger Ebert

[kantyy77]

I didn't see that film yet, but I saw that scene on youtube and I melted inside, he is so cute 😭😭 When I saw this for the first time I was like "I wish I were in that kitty place" THAT WAS TOO CUTE 😭😭💖💖

[spiritawardsnominees]

Ben Mendelsohn as Gerry in Mississippi Grind (2015) Independent Spirit Award Nominee for Best Male Lead

[gordopickett]

WIP Title Ask Meme

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs (or however many ppl you want, as I did).

Tagged by @benwvatt

Tagging @castalyne @sparkleplatypuswriter @allatariel @onekisstotakewithme @lacontroller1991 @violetmuses @katesofheaven & anyone else who wants to play!

Feel free to ask about as many WIPs as you like! 😊💙

Spiral

Missed the Mark

Confined

Cabin in the Woods

Beautiful Loser

Welcome Home Weight

Wayward Son

Getting it Together

The Scale

Cracks

Wonderland

Crash Forward

And If It's Not Okay…

[kahootqueen69]

girl help I've entered the Mendoverse

[angel-ponders]

I want to see them flirt with each other with a better script. And perhaps one where Ben isn’t constantly beat up and stabbed while wearing baggy polo shirts. Their chemistry was fantastic. The plot was meh tho.

[pulpsub]

ジェリーは日本でみれる出演作の中のキャラでも1番好きかもしれません。いつ見たかは忘れました

[jimsmovieworld]

MISSISSIPPI GRIND- 2015 ⭐️⭐️

Ben Mendelsohn and Ryan Reynolds star in this buddy movie about a pair of fellas that strike up a friendship and go on a gambling trip.

Couldnt get into it. There was nothing wrong anywhere it was absolutely fine but wasnt hooked by anything and called it quits half way in.

[topherfoxtrot]

Mississippi Grind (2015) dir.: Ryan Fleck & Anna Boden

[ellieslittlewh0re]

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐)

* ೃ⁀➷ part 1 - part 2 - part 3

pairing - farmers daughter! reader x farmhand! ellie

summary - ellies willpower gets tested

additional tags - shy/loser! ellie, promiscuous! but inexperienced reader, masturbation/wet dream mention, cowboy boot wearing els, eventual smut, sexual tension, mutual pinning blah blah blah

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You stirred in your sleep, darkness still cast over the sky. You tossed and turned, trying to get a couple more hours of sleep in before the day started, but you couldn't- the aching in your tummy growing harder to ignore.

You push your hips further down into the pillow that sat between your thighs, grinding down on it. A soft whimper seeps through your lips, growing more desperate.

Imagines of Ellie that last time you saw her clouded your unaware mind, sweat gleamed her cheeks, slightly red from the sunburn, and how she ditched the button-up, leaving her in a white tank top stained with dirt and rust.

In your sleepy fog, you turn over on your tummy, holding the pillow in place beneath you. Your nightgown bunched up from your rustling, settling around your waist, leaving your white cotton panties exposed to the moon.

"Mm-fhm e-ellie." You whimper, drool pooling onto your floral pattern sheets beneath you.

You looked pathetic, humping your pillow, eyes still shut, and a cease between your eyebrows. It was lazy and sloppy, but it's not your fault since you were still technically sleeping, having a wet dream about your daddy's little helper.

It was deprived and sick. I mean, you've only just met her, and you've never even had sex before, so what's so special about some girl you barely knew?

Your head didn't know, but your body did. You craved her- in a fucked up sort of primal way, the same way animal instincts work during the spring, eager to find a mate and reproduce.

You felt empty, and only she could fix that.

-

The morning greeted you how it always did, sunshine flooding your window and the songs of birds ringing loudly outside.

You rub your eye with the back of your hand, looking around slightly confused. You don't remember what you did, the sheets in disarray more than usual, and the damp patch in your panties seemed to help you remember.

"Shit." You mumble, stumbling out of bed and tugging your panties down and over your legs. You dig through your drawer, pulling out a clean pair as your fathers voice called to you from the bottom of the stair.

"Y/n, I need to run into town, I'll be back in a few hours. Ellie's here in case anything happens."

Even though you were technically an adult- your father never liked to leave you home alone for too long- too scared of something happening to his precious daughter.

"Okay~" you yell back in a sing-songy tone- basically, it was your best attempt to sound like you weren't as panicked as you were.

You change your clothes, throwing on some denim shorts and a cropped baby tee since you were too tired for "first impressions" bullshit.

You make your way down the stairs, the soft pattering of your socks went unnoticed to the unaware Ellie who was standing in the living room, observing the collage of pictures that decorated the walls.

"Good morning, Ellie."

Your soft, slightly groggy voice made her turn around. Her eyes immediately take notice of the lack of a bra under your thin shirt and the strip of skin showing between the bottom hem of your top and the waistband of your shorts.

"M-mornin', doll." She clears her throat, looking back to the pictures to hide the fact she was absolutely falling apart in your presence.

You however, we're better at hiding it than she was. It was painfully obvious that Ellie was worked up about something, and you knew it was you.

You were kind of used to it- the admiration, that is, being in such a small town, the pickings were slim, and it just so happens that everyone in town agreed that you were by far the prettiest thing on this side of the Mississippi River.

"Have you eaten?" You asked, already passing under the archway into the kitchen and pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

"Uh- no, not yet."

Ellie follows your lead like a dog, making her way into the kitchen to sit in a barstool that over saw the kitchen, giving her a first row view of all your movements.

"Good- let me make you breakfast, I can make a mean pancake."

Ellie stutters to interfere, not wanting to bother you to do such a thing for her, but you insist- claiming she needed some meat on her bones.

You even poured her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice since she refused the coffee.

Ellie's face was bright red upon seeing you all done up, "real housewife type," she thought. Your little apron hanging loosely around your neck, the strings wrapping around your waist, accentuating the curve of your hips just right, and how your hair danced over your back as you mixed the batter.

She could get used to this- seeing you every day and the little outfits you wore that made her head spin. She ached for you the same way you ached for her, but she'd never let herself give into her desires, not unless- you gave in first. 

"What did daddy need to go into town fr'?" You asked, placing the plate in front of Ellie before sitting down beside her on the empty barstool.

Ellie observes the plate, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the amount of food- a stack of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and not forgetting the bacon, of course.

She thought, for a second, you were trying to kill her or give her a heart attack at the very least.

"Uh- said something about needing some parts for the tractor-" She picks up the fork and knife and begins to cut into the food.

"Thank you, doll, you didn't have to do all this for me."

"Hush- don't you start, I did it because I wanted too." You smile at her, taking a bite of your pancake, licking the syrup clean off the fork.

Ellie almost choked on her own food. Surely, you were doing this on purpose; to make her life a living hell- or maybe, some sort of sex fantasy that only her dreams could muster.

She awkwardly laughs out of discomfort, directing her eyes to the food in front of her incase you actually do give her a heart attack with your little antics.

You two chatted while you ate- well, mostly you chatted- Ellie being too scared to make a sound to direct attention on her- just silently agreeing with whatever words came out of your mouth.

She watched you though- in between bites. You had her wrapped around your little finger, even if she didn't know it.

You had her exactly where you wanted her.

You knew she'd notice how your tongue wetted your lips or how the syrup started to drip down you chin.

"Oh.. you got a little- here." She dropped the silverware, her hand coming up to your face as she took her thumb and wiped the sticky substance away before putting it in her mouth, tasting the sweet molasses on her taste buds.

Your eyes linger on her lips, darkening with your growing insatiable hanger. Ellie's face immediately lit up in embarrassment, regretting the gesture altogether. She was painfully unaware of what she just did- just trying to help you is all.

"Sorry.., sorry- I dunno why I did that." She awkwardly chuckled, rubbing the nape of neck with her hand.

"Don't be sorry, els- I really appreciate havin' you around- don't know what I'd do without you." You found your voice to be; sickeningly sweet when Ellie was around, but you couldn't help it when you could tell how much of an effect it had on her.

You pat her thigh before dragging it away, making sure she can really feel your touch through her jeans as you grab both of the plates and take them to the sink.

Ellie swallowed the rest of her juice in one gulp, her mind at war if she should make an excuse that she had to leave because if she didn't? She didn't know what she might end up doing to you.

But it was already too late, you were quickly grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the kitchen.

"Come upstairs- wanna show you my room."

Ellie was fucked.

You open the door, holding your arm out as a soft "ta-da" leaves your lips. You fall into your bed, flipping onto your stomach with your ankles crossed, slightly swaying in the air.

Ellie hesitantly; takes a step into the room, still holding onto the door handle in case she needed an escape plan.

"Uh.. why are we up here?" She cracks a nervous smirk, looking around at the new environment.

"I wanted to show you my room-" you slightly pout, your hands tucking under your chin.

"Whaddya think?"

Ellie takes a second- looking around at the room and down to you, her eyes pausing at the curve of your back that dips into your ass.

Fuck- daisy duke shorts might be her kryptonite.

"It's- uh... it's very girly." Her hand leaves the handle as she takes a few more steps into the room, looking more closely at the pictures and paintings that decorated your walls.

"Do you not like it?" You pout some more, flipping onto your back with your knees propped up, making it even harder for Ellie as your cropped shirt rises more on your torso, dangerously close to exposing the undercurve of your breasts.

Ellie takes a seat at the edge of the bed, her head turning to look at your horizontal position over her shoulder.

"It suits you, doll."

Your hand comes up to play with the fabric of her sleeve. In Ellie's eyes- it seemed absentmindedly- like it didn't mean anything on your behalf, and she was getting worked up for nothing, but you knew exactly what you were doing- carefully calculating every little thing you did when Ellie was around.

"Why do you always call me that?" You softly chuckle, fixating your eyes on your hand that slipped to the exposed skin of her forearm- just lightly traces shapes over the faded ink.

Ellie tenses under your touch- her boxers tightening under her jeans.

"Because you look like one." She said barely above a whisper, her voice; coarse, and it dug into your chest.

Silence filled the space between you two besides the soft rustling of the trees outside your window. Your hand moves to her back as you drag your nails lightly across it.

You were testing her limits, wanting to see how much it would take until she finally gave in to what she's been wanting since the day she met you.

Her head turns away from you, letting it hang between her shoulders as she mumbles an inaudible fuck under her breath.

"You scare me."

Your eyebrows slightly scrunch at this, momentarily confused by the statement, but it was all an act. You were playing a game with Ellie- whether she knew it or not, and you were winning.

"Scare you? How?"

Her head comes up, looking back over her shoulder at you. Her eyes were piercing this time, darker than you remembered them being.

She leans down, getting dangerously close to your face- close enough you could feel her breath against your lips.

"You make me feel like-" she pauses, her voice firming under her clenched jaw.

"- like I can't control myself around you."

*sorry idk if I like how this turned out but oh wellll

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[daddyhausen]

well now i need face sitting with hook cause the randy one was so good 🙄

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「 SUMMARY 」 — face sitting headcannons w/ hook

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+ [ MINORS DNI ] smut, oral sex [ female receiving ], face sitting

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 161

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x hook

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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he gets so whiny

he’ll moan and whimper into your cunt, bonus points if he’s kinda tired

becomes submissive, thanking you for allowing him to taste you

he laps up your sweetness like he’s dying of thirst

his hands gripping your thighs, pulling you deeper onto his tongue

he normally lets you take control, grinding your cunt against his lips until their all red and puffy

his lips wrapping around your clit as he drinks all of you in

will end up calling you mommy or mistress, depending on how submissive he feels

adores when you pull his hair

when he needs to breath he’ll leave small kitten licks to your clit as your cunt hovers above him.

jerks himself off while he thumbs your clit.

will make you cum multiple times on his tongue, not stopping until you’ve cum at least twice

loves to kiss you after, the way you shudder, tasting yourself on his lips gets him so hard.

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[womenwilldominate]

A Letter from a Mississippi Graduate: The Superiority of Women is No Secret

Here I am, cap in hand, diploma in the other, and I'm feeling like I've just unlocked a truth the world seems reluctant to admit: here in Mississippi, young women are 52% more likely to have a bachelor's degree than young men. And guess what? I'm one of those women.

Let's get one thing straight as I walk across this stage: this isn't just about passing exams or memorizing textbooks. It's about a fundamental shift where women are not just participating; we're leading. We're not just getting degrees and we're not just showing up; we're taking over. 💪♀️

I've watched the boys struggle, some still lost in the haze of whether to grow up or game on. Meanwhile, we've been here, grinding through coursework, internships, and leadership roles. It's clear as day - women are superior in ambition, in resilience, and in sheer intellectual capacity. 🧠

This isn't just my graduation; it's a statement. We're not here to compete; we're here to dominate. The future? It’s looking pretty female to me. While some might cling to outdated notions of gender roles, we're busy redefining what it means to lead and succeed.

So, to all the future graduates, keep pushing, keep proving, and keep shining. Women are not just the future; we are the now, the architects of change. And to the guys? Maybe it’s time to take notes because we're not just catching up; we're leaving you in the dust.

[bullet-prooflove]

Before - Mike Dodds x Reader (NSFW)

Rated M for SMUT

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Mike’s kisses were like fire, hot and searing as you straddled his lap, your fingers carding through his dark hair as he moaned into your mouth. His white shirt hung open, revealing his muscular chest and that large starburst scar that disappeared into the waistband of his black trousers.

Your lipstick marks decorated the hollow of his throat, fading as they reached his collarbone. Already he looked debauched, his pupils blown as you arched your hips just slightly, grinding down along the length of his cock. His hand fastened on the nape of your neck as he drew you back to his swollen lips.

“I missed you.” he said, smiling into your mouth. “Missed being with you like this.”

“Me too.” You told him, your fingertips trailing along the outline of his scar.

“I love you; you know?” he whispered, his nose trailing along the length of yours. “I didn’t say it before, but I felt it.”

‘Before’ being prior to the shooting that had almost ended his life. He’d died for a few minutes in his hospital bed. When it happened, it felt like you were being eviscerated, like someone had cut you open and torn out your heart. You thought of all the things you hadn’t said, that you’d wanted to say.

“I love you too.” You told him, smiling against his lips before kissing him.

It was soft and sultry, full of unspoken promises. It had been a while since the two of you had expressed yourselves physically, not since before the shooting. Mike’s recovery has been a long, painful road and neither of you wanted to compromise that, but you missed the intimacy that came with making love.

“Be gentle with me.” He teased as you unzipped his trousers. He lifted his hips as you helped to remove his underwear. A blush crept across his cheeks as you straddled his lap again. “It feels the like the first time.”

“Are you nervous?” you asked, your thumb trailing over the apple of his cheek as you tilted his head up to meet your gaze.

“I just want it to be good for you.” he said as his hands coming to test back on your hips. “I don’t want to disappoint.”

“You could never disappoint me.” You told him. “We’ll take it slow and if anything hurts, we’ll stop, ok?”

“Hm.” He mumbled before kissing you again.

He moaned into your mouth as you sank down inch by inch. His grip on your hips tightened as he guided you back down onto his cock.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel.” He whispered into the hollow of your throat.

You rocked slowly together, Mike’s arm wrapping around your waist, pinning you against him. He needed you, needed the intimacy of this act, because saying how much he loved you wasn’t enough, he needed to show you.  Already he felt wrecked, you were ruining him with each, and every motion and he loved it, loved the sensation of being wrapped up in your again, of being loved by you.

“Fuck baby, it’s been too long since we did this.” He tells you. “Love being with you again. Love you.”

It was perfection, a slice of time carved out where the two of you could simply enjoy each other in the moment. The ecstasy built and it built, and it built, until Mike couldn’t hold back anymore. His orgasm was on the horizon when you peaked, your core gripping his cock so fucking tightly he felt like he was going to combust. His own climax hit him like a freight train, tearing through his system like an IED. He cried out as he thrust up into you, spilling inside of you as he buried himself all the way up the hilt.

He sagged back into the couch, drawing you back with him so the two of you remained pressed together. He tipped his head back, teeth grinding together as he hissed through his teeth.

“Mike?” You questioned withdrawing from his body, before coming to kneel on the couch beside him. “Does it hurt?”

“A little.” He confessed, his arm enveloping your shoulders and drawing you closer.

“You should have said something.” You told him.

“I didn’t want to stop.” He murmured into your hairline.  “I missed being with you like that, I missed the intimacy. I wanted to reconnect, be normal again.”

“It takes time.” You reminded him, your hand coming to rest on the space where his heart resided. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His fingers entwined with yours, before he brought them up to his lips.

“I think…” he swallowed hard against the well of emotion in his chest. “I think I just really needed to hear that.”

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[sagitariusrising]

Agreed

Whenever I’m watching a new Ben Mendelsohn thing it’s like a coin flip on if we get Pretty Mendo, who is nicely cleaned up and exudes Hot Dad Energy, or Trashcan Mendo, who looks like he just rolled out of a dumpster but I’m still somehow inexplicably into.

It’s like…

Mississippi Grind: Trashcan

The Outsider: Pretty

Slow West: Trashcan

Animal Kingdom: Pretty

Bloodline: Trashcan

Rogue One: Pretty

Untogether: Somehow both Trashcan and Pretty

MCU (As Fake Keller): Pretty (In a Dork Way)

MCU (As Talos): Pretty (In a Smoking Hot Way)

That’s talent, my friends.

[imagineredwood]

Poly coco and angel who are stressed with the club and instead of being rough, they just want to be used like toys :))))

The last two weeks had been ass and the boys were sick and fucking tired. Their stress had been at an all-time high and while normally that would end in them having you bent over every piece of furniture in the house, they were actually worn out physically and mentally. They had no energy nor brain power when they came home, much to your dismay.

You were used to them humping you like rabbits and this new fatigue they were exhibiting was not usual not enjoyable for you. So you pouted and whined until Angel's light bulb went off.

"Just...use us."

Your blank stare earned a chuckle from them both and they stripped before throwing themselves down flat on their backs.

"Pretend we're just toys. Life-sized toys that exist only to make you cum. Use us. However you want."

And it's foreign and different, but you find your footing pretty quickly, your hips coming to settle down on Coco's lap, sinking down on him while your lips wrap around Angel. Settling your pussy down onto Coco's face and reaching over to stroke Angel. Stroking them both at the same time. Switching and alternating and letting your body think for you. And they just lay there, cursing and grunting and moaning as you lick and suck and ride and grind on their bodies, you're two big tough men reduced to just their cocks, nothing more, nothing less. Just toys for your pleasure.

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