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Stir of Echos (1999)

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This is like the anthesis of high tension yet both was suggested to me by the same damn person lol

So in this movie Tom (Kevin Bacon) lives in a house with his wife, maggie and son, Jake and his son basically has the temu version of the shine and can speak with ghosts. We see him do it from the get go. Tom and his wife head over to a party at his friend's house ( And his friend randomly drops a fuckin obscure racial slur, squaw, about his wife. As a native wtf-) and there he lets his sister in law hypnotize him and allow him to see ghosts. He sees the ghost of a chick named Samantha, a mentally disabled teen who everyone thinks ran away from home. Through a series of visions and crazy shit we learn that she was killed (and nearly raped) by 2 of his friend's sons and entombed in the home because one was his landlord. They get into a shoot out and one of the wanna be rapists dies by being shot, the other tried to shoot himself and one his friends died with the other being regretful. Story ends with her ghost being shown at peace and we get no justice as far as we know.

This movie wasn't particularly bad but it also wasn't particularly good. It definitely could of used a little extra run time because it very quickly shoved all the important twists into the last 10 minutes of the movie. We see Tom lose his mind after only having seen Samantha once (which feels like a slight over reaction) and Tom gets one or two visions of the future. A whole month + some weeks gets yatta yattad away in some dialogue between Maggie and her sister and judging by the constant drop of slurs and offensive assumptions, it definitely hasn't aged well. For being a horror movie, it was pretty tame. I didn't jump at anything and because everything moved at light speed, I could never get fully emersed in a scene to be afraid.

The movie was too short, too afraid to stay in one place for too long and despite me writing this review not 3 hours after having seen the movie, I can tell I'm forgetting things about it. It didn't make a splash and it surely didn't wow me. However, as a person who suffers from a mental disability, one of my big fears about this movie was how they would portray the inciting incident and how they would portray the mentally disabled girl. I didn't have high hopes after hearing the slurs and I was deeply afraid they would make her a walking stereotype of someone with mental disabilities and that they would shoot the rape scene in a gratuitous fashion, making it look more like porn than something very serious and very traumatizing. I was blown away by how well they actually handled it. The girl was not a horrible stereotype and is honestly one of the best representations of us I've seen in a while, only seconded by charlie in hereditary.

It's very important to handle the existence of your mentally disabled characters well and I could absolutely see myself in the way she carried herself and spoke. I understand her desires for a normal relationship and being taken advantage of because people assume I won't remember things or I am incapable of consent. I understand her fear when she could only repeat something she's likely been told to say before, that she just wants to go home. Very few female representations of autism and other mental disabilities are good, if a girl with autism is shown at all, most are boys and most are alright representations if not a little flat. The thing that tied this movie together for me on the field of representation is that the rape scene was not explicit, did not show underage bodies and did not try to turn it into something a budding rapist could jerk off to. It was realistic and it was serious, never laughing at her fear and showing just how hard most women have to fight to escape. It was scary, it didn't revel in the violence against her as a woman and it showed the reality of Fighting back and didn't vilify her for doing so.

Shes never violent or cruel towards Jake or Tom and she just wants to be found and wants her killers brought to justice. In a away, stir of echos is a rape revenge movie. It, of course, still falls into the shitty pattern of not allowing the victim to enact the revenge and instead puts a male protagonist, usually a father, brother or in this case stranger, in the position of Fighting back. It was realistic in showing how parents who even think their son did something wrong, are more afraid of taking away their potential instead or losing their children to the prison sentence, they would rather silence the victim than address the rapist living under their own roof. The movie never justifies or sexualizes their actions, it shows it as it truly is and this is not the only time a woman is shown as powerful in this movie. Maggie is never a damsel in distress and lisa, her sister, is shown as open about her spirituality and sisterhood even in the face of Tom's toxic masculinity friends.

This movie, for being from the 90s and earily 00s is surprisingly real and progressive about the hard topics it tackles even if it comes with some bad cultural artifacts of the time. However, even then, people were actively telling those spouting random slurs to be edgy to shut the fuck up. This movie has many flaws and it's not super memorable but for the few topics it tries to tackle, it tackles them better than many movies made today. Its not perfect by any means but I feel a modern adaption could smooth out the cracks shown in this movie and center more of its feminist and Disabled friendly themes.

6/10 sinks. I can't give it more than that on the principle of how short and rushed the movie is but I can at least throw it one bone for the topics it handled amazingly for it's time. See it but don't go in with flying expectations.

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Stir of Echoes (1999)

Directed by David Koepp

Cinematography by Fred Murphy

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13/31: Stir of Echoes (1999)

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STIR OF ECHOES (1999)

Interesting film, especially for the time. A spiritual mystery film! Some discrepancies in the characters and plot but overall well acted and the sympathy you feel for the characters was good.

⭐⭐⭐⭐

Creepy kid talks to whispers. Kevin Bacon is part of the 8%. One nipple. Bright red blood. Hypnosis. Random black character who is seen 2.5 times then never again, nor is he mentioned. Does not pass the Bechdel test. Kevin Bacon really wants to see this ghost, is told to dig, wrecks the grounds but guess what, she's in the fucking wall. What a dumb thing. Sad that she died. Weird ending too, the kid hears a bunch of ghosts and just covers his ears.  A big "fuck you" to the ghosts.

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The Rolling Stones - Paint It Black 1966

"Paint It Black" is a song by the English rockband the Rolling Stones. A product of the songwriting partnership of Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, it is a raga rock song with Indian, Middle Eastern and Eastern European influences and lyrics about grief and loss. Two months after it being released as a non-album single, London Records included it as the opening track on the American version of the band's 1966 studio album Aftermath, though it is not on the original UK release.

Originating from a series of improvisational melodies played by Brian Jones on the sitar, the song features all five members of the band contributing to the final arrangement although only Jagger and Richards were credited as songwriters. In contrast to previous Rolling Stones singles with straightforward rock arrangements, "Paint It Black" has unconventional instrumentation, including a prominent sitar, the Hammond organ and castanets. The song was influential to the burgeoning psychedelic genre as the first chart-topping single to feature the sitar, and widened the instrument's audience.

"Paint It Black" was a major chart success for the Rolling Stones, remaining 11 weeks (including two at number one) on the US Billboard Hot 100, and 10 weeks (including one atop the chart) on the Record Retailer chart in the UK. Upon a reissue in 2007, it reentered the UK Singles Chart for 11 weeks. It was the band's third number-one single in the US and sixth in the UK. The song also topped charts in Canada and the Netherlands.

"Paint It Black" was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 2018. In 2011, the song was added to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame's list of "The Songs that Shaped Rock and Roll". It has seen commercial use in film, video games and other entertainment media, such as Full Metal Jacket (1987), The Devil's Advocate (1997), Wednesday (2022), as well as being used as a plot device in the supernatural horror film Stir of Echoes (1999).

"Paint It Black" received a total of 92,8% yes votes!

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𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 ✯ 𝐓.𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨

"𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚."

PAIRING. Best Friend'sDad!Kuroo Tetsurou x f!Reader

CONTENT. Sexual Content, Age Gap, Adultery, Degradation, Pet Names, Sub!Reader, Dom!Kuroo, Vaginal Intercourse, Spanking

The hidden struggles and desires lurking behind the façade of Kuroo Tetsurou's seemingly picture-perfect suburban family. An ordinary man who, in the midst of a midlife crisis, becomes infatuated with his daughter's friends, Y/N L/N.

WC. 4.2k

A/N. Proof-read like half and hoped for the best. Ts too long not reading allat

WARNING. Minors DNI

Inspired by American Beauty (1999)

𝓣he mid-morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft, golden glow on the bedroom walls. Another day in the monotonous cycle of Kuroo’s existence begins. Pulling away from the blissful embrace of sleep, he fumbles to silence the alarm clock, its persistent beeping an unwelcome reminder of the unremarkable hours that lie ahead.

Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror,he saw a stranger. Deep lines etched themselves deeper into his face, a testament to the weight of a life half-lived.He wondered where the spark of vitality and adventure that once defined him went, as he forced a smile that felt foreign on his weary lips.

Downstairs, the illusion of domestic tranquility is maintained. Akira, his wife, moved through the kitchen with an air of calculated efficiency. Every gesture, every word, a well-rehearsed performance. Beneath her composed facade, was the growing chasm that separated them, a canyon of unspoken grievances and unfulfilled desires.

Nana, his daughter, slouches at the breakfast table, lost in the world behind her headphones. Her sullen gaze hints at the disconnection that has settled between them, a silent reminder of the fragments of intimacy that have slipped away unnoticed. He ached for the days when laughter echoed through these walls, when a genuine connection was forged in the simple moments they shared.

The room was shrouded in an eerie silence as the family sat around the dining table. The clinking of cutlery against plates echoed through the room, accompanied only by the occasional rustle of napkins. Each family member seemed lost in their own thoughts, their faces masked with a disinterested expression.

Nana, a quiet and reserved teenager, took a deep breath and broke the monotony. She glanced at her parents, Kuroo and Akira, who were engrossed in their own world, their eyes fixed on their untouched meals. Her voice barely above a whisper, she quietly shared, "I have a cheer performance tonight."

Akira and Kuroo exchanged a brief, absent-minded glance before shifting their gaze back to their plates. Their lack of response was disheartening but not unexpected.

“We’ll be sure to come dear, what time is it?” Akira replied. “6pm mother.” Nana responded, not looking enthusiastic about it. 

Without uttering another word, they continued their silent meal, the sound of chewing filling the void that enveloped the room.

When 6pm rolled in, Akira and Kuroo drove to their daughters' cheer performance in silence as usual, no music, just the sounds of the bustling streets of Tokyo. 

Tetsurou Kuroo, a man adrift in the desolate sea of middle-aged mediocrity, found himself drawn to the vibrant chaos of his daughter Nana’s high school cheerleading performance. As he sat in the bleachers, surrounded by enthusiastic parents and the deafening cheers of the crowd, a peculiar restlessness stirred within his soul.

His eyes scanned the sea of young faces, each filled with anticipation and hope. And then, like a siren's call, his gaze fell upon you. You, a vision of youthful allure and confidence, stood at the forefront of the cheerleading squad. Your (h/c) hair cascaded over your shoulders, framing a face adorned with delicate features that seemed to radiate an intoxicating beauty. You radiated a youthful energy, an untamed spirit that danced in your eyes. Laughter, like cascading melodies, echoes through the air, and for a fleeting moment, time slows as your gazes meet. 

In that instant, time seemed to slow down, the constraints of his ordinary existence fade away, and the dormant embers of desire ignite within him. The world around Kuroo blurred into the background, as if a spotlight had illuminated you, isolating you from the rest of the universe. Your smile, a seductive curve of lips, pierced through his complacency and ignited a dormant flame within him.

Kuroo's thoughts swirled with a mix of admiration and desire. He couldn't help but be captivated by your aura of self-assuredness, the way you moved with a grace that defied your tender age. You symbolized everything he had lost touch with—youth, vitality, and the intoxicating allure of unbridled passion.

As he watched you perform, Kuroo's mind became a battleground of conflicting emotions. A part of him yearned for the forbidden, to embrace the vibrancy of youth and indulge in the forbidden fruit of desire. Yet another part recoiled in guilt, acutely aware of the consequences and the moral boundaries he risked crossing.

But beneath the surface of his infatuation, a deeper realization began to take hold. He understood that you, with your superficial allure, was merely a vessel for his own misplaced longings. You represented a nostalgia for the freedom and excitement of his own youth, a time when possibilities seemed limitless and life was an open road.

Kuroo's thoughts ventured into the depths of self-reflection. He questioned the choices that had led him to this point—the compromises, the sacrifices, and the loss of his own identity. Your  ethereal beauty became a symbol of the life he had forsaken, a reminder of the person he had once been and longed to reclaim.

But as the cheerleading routine came to an end and you disappeared into the bustling crowd, reality settled in. Kuroo recognized the ephemeral nature of his infatuation. You were but a mirage, a fleeting embodiment of his own disillusionment. The true path to fulfillment in rediscovering the beauty himself.

And so, as the applause faded and the cheerleaders retreated from the spotlight so did Kuroo's fantasy.

Kuroo rose from the bleachers and got ready to congratulate his daughter. As they were in the hallways picking up their daughter, his eyes lit up when he saw you holding bouquet from your parents. Your smile shined brighter than any other. It was like those cartoons of a man smelling food and floating towards it, however to him, it was as if he hadn't ate for years.

Kuroo later found himself standing at the window of his dimly lit study, gazing out at the world beyond. His eyes, once dulled by routine, now seemed alive with a glimmer of hope. A gentle breeze danced through the curtains, rustling the papers on his desk. Lost in his thoughts, Kuroo pondered the emptiness that had consumed his life. The monotony of his job, the strained relationships with his wife and daughter, and the relentless pursuit of societal expectations had left him feeling like a hollow shell. A desperate longing for something more whispered within his soul, a plea for salvation from the mundane.

And then, as if in response to his silent prayer, he saw her. A figure, ethereal and captivating, emerged from the shadows. The evening light caressed your porcelain skin, and your flowing white dress seemed to float around you like a cloud. Your hair, cascading in waves like the milky way, framed a face that radiated a beauty so rare and otherworldly, it took Kuroo's breath away.

At that moment, time stood still. Kuroo’s heart, burdened by years of disillusionment, skipped a beat. It was as if an angel had descended from the heavens, gracing his world with her divine presence. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, as though caught in a mesmerizing spell.

As his gaze locked with yours, Kuroo’s mind was flooded with a torrent of emotions. A sense of longing and desire, but also a profound sense of understanding. In her eyes, he saw a reflection of his own hidden dreams and forgotten aspirations. It was a connection beyond words, a silent conversation that reached deep into his soul.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Kuroo felt truly alive. The weight of societal expectations and the shackles of conformity melted away, replaced by a surge of newfound liberation. In this mystical encounter, he glimpsed the possibility of breaking free from the chains that bound him.

His thoughts swirled in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. He yearned to abandon the trappings of his past life, to embrace the beauty and wonder that beckoned him. The angel became a symbol of his redemption, a guiding light in the darkness of his existence.

When morning came he was back to his mundane life routine, it was all just a dream. The morning sun painted gentle streaks of golden light across the kitchen as Kuroo sat down at the breakfast table, his mind still grappling with the lingering thoughts from the previous day's encounter at the high school cheerleading performance. He had been captivated by the enigmatic allure of you, yet a part of him recognized the illusory nature of his infatuation.

"I'll be working the night shift today.." Akira spoke, her back turned to Kuroo as she lightly spread avocado on her toast. Kuroo didn't reply.

As he reached for a slice of toast, his daughter Nana entered the room, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and mischief. She took a seat opposite Kuroo, her youthful energy providing a stark contrast to his own disillusionment.

"Dad," Nana began, "My friend Y/N from cheer is coming over."

“Who is Y/N? I mean, I know she's your friend, but what's she like?"

"Oh, Dad, you have no idea. Y/N is the epitome of beauty. She's confident, charismatic, and has this aura that draws people in. She's got this wild, rebellious spirit that's so different from anyone else I know."

Kuroo’s eyebrows furrowed, a mix of intrigue and caution flickering in his eyes. "Sounds like quite a character. But what's her story? I mean, besides being your friend and all."

Nana replied. "Well, she's got this reputation, you know? The boys at school go crazy over her. She's always surrounded by attention, but she's smart too. She knows how to use her charm to get what she wants."

Kuroo’s mind raced, caught between the allure of your magnetic presence and the nagging voice of reason that warned against crossing forbidden boundaries. "Nana, I hope you understand that there's a lot more to a person than just their outward appearance or reputation. It's important to look beyond the surface and value the qualities that truly matter."

Nana nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "I get it, Dad. But sometimes, you just can't help being drawn to someone, you know? Y/N has this energy, this confidence that's hard to ignore. I guess that's why she has such an effect on people."

Kuroo’s heart skipped a beat, his thoughts immediately transported back to the image of you on the cheerleading squad, your vibrant beauty captivating him like a moth drawn to a flame. He struggled to maintain composure, to hide the flicker of desire that threatened to ignite within him.

"Y/N, huh?" Kuroo replied, feigning casual interest as he tried to quell the rising tide of emotions. "That's nice, Nana. You two have fun."

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the windows as you arrived at the Kuroo residence, your presence like a gust of wind that stirred the stagnant air. Kuroo watched from the corner of the room, a mix of curiosity and trepidation coursing through his veins.

You, exuding an air of confidence and allure, walked into the house with a sway in her hips and a smile that could melt hearts. Your eyes locked onto Kuroo, a knowing glimmer dancing within them. The room seemed to come alive, charged with an electrifying energy that crackled between them.

Kuroo’s heart skipped a beat as you approached him, voice dripping with seductive charm. "Hi, Mr. Kuroo. It's so nice to see you again. Nana has told me so much about you."

Kuroo’s pulse quickened, his mind racing to find the right words. "Likewise, Y/N. Nana speaks highly of you. I hope you two have a good time hanging out. She's upstairs showering right now"

You leaned in closer, breath caressing his ear like a whispered temptation. "Oh, we will, Mr. Kuroo. But I have to admit, there's something about you that's caught my attention. You're not like the other dads. You have this air of mystery and allure."

Kuroo’s throat tightened, the weight of desire and responsibility pulling him in opposite directions. He knew he should resist, that giving in to your advances would jeopardize everything he held dear. Yet, the allure of your gaze and the intoxicating chemistry between them threatened to unravel his resolve.

A subtle smile played on your lips as you continued, voice laced with an undercurrent of seduction. "You know, Mr. Kuroo, you have a way of making a girl feel alive. You've got this fire inside you, and I can't help but be drawn to it."

His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape from the magnetic pull you exerted. His mind churned with conflicting thoughts and emotions, torn between the temptation that stood before him and the consequences he knew would follow.

Summoning his last ounce of willpower, Kuroo straightened his posture and met your gaze with a steely resolve. "Y/N, I appreciate your flattery, but I can't ignore the boundaries that exist. My focus is on being a responsible father and husband."

Your eyes flickered with a mix of disappointment and defiance. You took a step back, your mask of confidence momentarily faltering. "I see. Well, maybe one day you'll realize that life is meant to be lived, to seize the passion and desire that comes our way. Until then, Mr. Kuroo, you'll just have to settle for fantasies."

Kuroo’s heart sank as he watched you retreat to go upstairs, your words echoing in the empty space between them. The temptation had been strong, but he knew deep down that pursuing this forbidden path would only lead to destruction. The dance of desire had been tantalizing, but the cost was too high to bear.

As you left the room, Kuroo was left with a mix of relief and a lingering ache. He had resisted the temptation that had danced before him, choosing instead to honor the commitment he had made to his family. It was a bittersweet victory, a reminder of the fragility of human desires and the strength it took to stay true to oneself.

The night settled over the Kuroo residence like a velvety curtain, casting a hushed stillness upon the house. Kuroo sat alone in his dimly lit study, bathed in the soft glow of his computer screen. The rhythmic tapping of the keyboard filled the room, a solitary symphony in the silent hours.

Lost in his work, Kuroo's mind danced between the lines of code, his thoughts consumed by the demands of his job. It was in this moment of focused concentration that he heard a faint rustle from the staircase, a delicate whisper amidst the silence.

His heart skipped a beat as he looked up, his eyes meeting the form of you descending the stairs. Your presence, like an apparition, sent a shiver down Kuroo's spine. His initial surprise was quickly overshadowed by a rising tide of apprehension. The forbidden allure of the earlier encounter hung heavy in the air.

You approached him with a coy smile, your eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and desire. "Couldn't sleep, Mr. Kuroo?"

Kuroo's voice caught in his throat as he struggled to find words. He glanced at the clock, the late hour a reminder of the boundaries that should have kept them apart. "Y/N, it's late. You should go back upstairs."

Your steps were purposeful and deliberate as she closed the distance between them. Your voice, a gentle melody, enveloped him. "I couldn't resist, Mr. Kuroo. There's something about you, something that draws me in. I feel a connection, an electricity that I can't ignore."

Kuroo's heart raced, his resolve waning in the face of your allure. The lines of his own moral code blurred as he wavered between succumbing to the forbidden desires and upholding the values he held dear.

There was a tiny voice in his head that said he should stop before things get too far to the point where you can't control anything. His desires and impulses finally snapped.

Lingering gazes full of longing, wandering hands that find a home on your body, the voice that gives you jolts in your body. You clench your thighs at his voice and touch. The seductive act was sexy, he has to admit, sometimes the forbidden can be the most tempting. 

“Are you finished tempting your friend’s father? Did you have fun? Or do you still wanna keep going’?” he questions, placing one hand on the countertop and the other on his hip. One half of his shirt bends where he’s got the buttons undone, showcasing his chest 

He wants you to admit how much a desperate girl you are. How much of a needy slut you’re being. 

“I haven’t even got you on my cock yet, and you don’t know a damn thing already. Acting like you weren’t behaving like a whore during the whole time you were in my house.” The older man wasn’t wrong at all. 

“How about we skip to the part where you admit you want a man nearly twice your age to fuck you, baby?” he questions, snapping you out of your thoughts. Any second thoughts you had were ready to die like wilted flowers. “I know that cunt is begging to be filled.”

With his words, your walls clenches. Your panties are drenched and have turned into a darker shade at the crotch.

Kuroo stood behind you, though it takes only a few strides for him to reach you. You crane your neck to look up at him, his tall height causing him to tower over you. “What happened to the girl who was so willing earlier?” He ridicules you.

 “Please..I want this.” you quietly murmur, and you watch as his face hardens.

“Oh, now you wanna be my good girl? You’re lucky it's night, your best friend is sound asleep and my wife is at work, sweetie. I would put you over my knee and spank that cute ass of yours ‘till you’re crying,” Kuroo tells you, and you have a feeling he’ll do exactly that any given moment.

You whimper at the thought. Kuroo’s hands look heavy, veiny yet soothing, and he doesn’t seem like a man who takes misbehaviour lightly.

With the little daring personality you had left, you reached up on your toes and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Though you started it, he quickly took control. Biting, kissing, he makes out with you in an unforgettable way. A way no man has ever. 

He claims your mouth and his hands do the same to your body. They grip your hips and bring you close to him, his hardened cock rubbing against your ass. Now, it feels as though it’s more intimidating than you expected.

But it makes sense, a man of his size must be large all over. He moves into you, grinding against your body for a moment’s relief.

Eventually, you pull away when the ache between your legs turns unbearable. “N-Need your cock, Mr. Kuroo. I need you in me. T-to feel you” you tell him, reaching down to palm it. Kuroo quickly pulls away before he gently moves you.

You’re bent over one of the countertops with the older man’s hands still on your hips. The cold surface is soothing against your hot skin, but it doesn’t quell the throbbing of your cunt. “So slutty… I’ll fuck you like the whore you are. Don’t worry,” he reassures you, flipping up your skirt.

Your nipples make contact with the marble of his work desk as you pull down the top of your dress. Kuroo lands a spank on your ass, making you let out a loud cry. “Shhh… You gotta be quiet, sweetie. We don’t wanna get caught, right?” he quietly tells you, and you nod your head.

He pulls down your panties and admires the glistening of your cunt. “That’s all for me?” Kuroo questions, pocketing the cloth.

Nodding your head, you whimper and clench around nothing. “Mhm, all for you, Kuroo! No one else,” your voice is more pathetic than it usually is. The confident facade was crushed by this man alone. “Good girl. Call me Tetsurou.” The zipper of his jeans is dragged down, the sound ripping through the air and waking up the butterflies in your stomach. 

“Y’know, I could stretch this pretty cunt out so easily. Gonna let me ruin your little fuckhole? How many little boys have already been in this cause it's clearly never been by a real man.” 

Immediately, you agree, in fact you beg for it. “Mhm—please, Tetsurou? I need you to make me take it,” you tell Kuroo. The way his name rolls off your tongue makes him groan. 

You can feel the heavy tip against your opening, collecting your slick, giving you a teasing slap, and letting it catch. “You better take all of this dick, sweetie.”

With that, he pushes in. The stretch is overbearing as Kuroo pushes his entire cock inside of your wet pussy. He grazes your g-spot and fits snug, right up to your cervix. 

Your hand fists together as you adjust to his massive length and the intense pleasure. Although all you could think about was him, his daughter aka your best friend was just upstairs. The sight of her finding out what her father was doing to her best friend felt wrong but made you even more turned on.

Moans leave your mouth continuously as Kuroo begins to thrusts, growing addicted to the way your cunt clenched around him. “Best pussy I’ve ever had... this can't just be a one time thing.” Insteading of replying all you could do was simply whine. 

He begins to fuck you, pushing in and pulling out of your tightness. His cock shines with your arousal and your noises grow louder. “Good girl—such a good girl for me only. You’re takin’ it like a winner, sweetie,” Kuroo coos, but you’re speechless. 

The sensations that send jolts through your body are ones you know you won’t be able to recreate with anyone else. Each thrust leaves you nearly-trembling, his cock brushing against your g-spot as he kisses your cervix. 

Kuroo’s balls slap against your clit and your body jerks forward as he pounds into you relentlessly. “Feelin’ good, baby?” he questions, leaning over you. His chest presses against your back and his mouth is right by your ear. 

As he thrusts into your pussy, he laughs. The chuckle is low and gravelly, one you’ve heard many times. “Already fucked stupid? How cute. It’s okay, baby. It’s your fault for being a slut and tempting a married man.” Kuroo husks, and his words have you suddenly clenching around him.

He curses at your grip, and does so again when you let out a wail of pleasure. 

Immediately, his large hand comes up to your face and clamps over your mouth, muffling your moans, whimpers, and whines. 

“You dont wanna get caught now do you, princess?” he reminds you. 

“Are you gonna come, baby?” Kuroo questions, noting your little reactions. 

Your cunt squeezing his cock, your pornographic sounds, and so much more. “Yeah? Gonna soak my fat cock already? Go ahead, slut,” he smirks, finishing his sentence with a series of dizzying thrusts. 

Your eyes roll back as you suddenly hit your climax, pussy gushing around your friend’s dad, just like you’ve fantasised about. This whole scenario was straight from a porno. “That’s it, good girl Y/N. Make a mess on this dick, baby. I gotcha,” he soothes, fucking you through your orgasm.

After the shocks travelled through your body, your limbs twitch and shake from the intensity. Kuroo’s hand soaks up each of your pornographic moans while he stretches out your drooling fuckhole. The grip of your pussy is as tight as a fist, and Kuroo knows he won’t last as long as he wants to.

It’s not because he finishes quickly—it’s because you feel so damn good, and he can’t risk getting caught any longer.

Eventually, you ride out your release and Kuroo is determined to swiftly bring you to another orgasm. “You fuckin’ love this, don’t you, baby? Gettin’ fucked by a man twice your age and your size.” The mention of the two differences has you wanting to bite your lip, but you can’t. 

Never in your life have you ever been fucked so good. You nod as best as you can and in return, Kuroo laughs of pride. 

“That’s right, sweetie. Bet I already ruined you for other men, hm? This pussy was made for my cock, so you better not touch it without my permission,” he warns, and you nod your head. Kuroo pulls his hand away, the other one petting the back of your head. “Lemme hear it, baby. Tell me you’ll be his good girl from now on.”

“I– I’m your good girl W– Won’t be bad, promise,” you tell him, trying to keep your voice quiet. But it’s hard when his cock is stroking your walls and bringing you to another orgasm so soon. Your folds are sticky with arousal and so is Kuroo’s sack. It slaps against your clit each time he pushes forwards. He groans, “Good girl.”

Warmth fills you up and spills past his thickness, ropes of cum shooting out of the older man’s sensitive tip. A few seconds later, Kuroo’s cock is coated in your release. 

As you both catch your breath, you shamelessly move your hips. Kuroo curses from the feeling, he sets his left hand on your hip, the other one bracing against the edge of the desk. 

“Still didn’t fuck the brattiness out of you, did I?”

“Nope. But you love it. Don’t you. ?” 

The look on his face and the throbbing of his cock answer for him.

©Minarixx 2023 - please don't copy, repost or translate without my knowledge credit or permission.

[ittakestwopod]

[chinzhilla-main]

𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗

Whatever door you opened in my brain, I want you to shut it, now!

Stir of Echoes (1999) dir. David Koepp

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

Stats from Movies 1201-1300

Top 10 Movies - Highest Number of Votes

Splice (2009) had the most votes with 854 votes. Dark Cloud (2022) had the least votes with 290 votes.

The 10 Most Watched Films by Percentage

Ghostbusters (1984) was the most watched film with 83.3% of voters out of 756 saying they had seen it. T Blockers (2023) had the least "Yes" votes with 0,3% of voters out of 732.

The 10 Least Watched Films by Percentage

Salem's Lot (1979) was the least watched film with 64.4% of voters out of 449 saying they hadn’t seen it. A Snake of June (2002) had the least "No" votes with 6,9% of voters out of 391.

The 10 Most Known Films by Percentage

Ghostbusters (1984) was the best known film, 0,5% of voters out of 756 saying they’d never heard of it.

The 10 Least Known Films by Percentage

A Snake of June (2002) was the least known film, 90.8% of voters out of 391 saying they’d never heard of it.

The movies part of the statistic count and their polls below the cut.

Bingo Hell (2021) The Descent: Part 2 (2009) The Reckoning (2020) The Lair (2022) Dream House (2011) The Other Lamb (2019) Unsane (2018) Children of the Night (1991) Manichithrathazhu (1993) They Live (1988)

Chasing Sleep (2000) The Special (2020) Grabbers (2012) Blood and Roses (1960) Eating Miss. Campbell (2022) Violated Angels (1967) A Snake of June (2002) The Alligator People (1959) eXistenZ (1999) Blood Widow (2014)

Blood Widow (2020) Honeymoon (2014) Uninvited (1987) Scarecrows (2017) Talon Falls (2017) They Reach (2020) Devil's Gate (2017) Killer Sofa (2019) The Ghost Within (2023) Hidden 3D (2011) Grave of the Vampire (1972) Lamb (2021) See No Evil (2006) Planet Terror (2007) Lights Out (2016) Gerald's Game (2017) Webcast (2018) The Love Witch (2016) No One Gets Out Alive (2021) Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (2019)

Wounds (2019) Paintball Massacre (2020) A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors (1987) Charlie's Farm (2014) Child Eater (2016) Monster Brawl (2011) 247°F (2011) Dark Cloud (2022) The Hole (2001) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Next Generation (1994)

Hazard Jack (2014) Pumpkinhead (1988) The Resurrected (1991) Beyond the Black Rainbow (2010) The Curse (1987) The Dunwich Horror (1970) Earth vs. the Spider (2001) The Fan (1982) Mute Witness (1995) The Call of Cthulhu (2005)

The Suckling (1990) It Conquered the World (1956) Bug (2006) The Signal (2007) Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters (2013) Gehenna: Where Death Lives (2016) Monsters (2010) YellowBrickRoad (2010) The Blood Spattered Bride (1972) T Blockers (2023) The Facts in the Case of Mister Hollow (2008) The Mothman Prophecies (2002) Baba Yaga (1973) Kill List (2011) Splice (2009) The Crazies (2010) Fire in the Sky (1993) Banshee Chapter (2013) Angel Dust (1994) Blood and Black Lace (1964)

It Came from Outer Space (1953) TerrorVision (1986) Lurker in the Lobby (1998) A Night to Dismember (1983) Altered States (1980) Cube²: Hypercube (2002) The Dark Half (1993) Darkness (2002) Ghostbusters (1984) The Keep (1983)

Cobweb (2023) The Empty Man (2020) Bloody Hell (2020) The Green Inferno (2013) Turistas (2006) Salem's Lot (1979) Stir of Echoes (1999) Christine (1983) Found (2012) The Hole (2009)

[thewarmestplacetohide]

Was curious if you had recommendations for horror media that is also a great mystery story? Or a mystery with horror elements. Thank you.

some of my favorite horror films that are also mysteries include:

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920)

The Cat and the Canary (1927)

M (1931)

Dr. X (1932)

The Cat and the Canary (1939)

Gaslight (1940)

Rebecca (1940)

Gaslight (1944)

Strangers on a Train (1951)

Vertigo (1958)

Psycho (1960)

Blood and Black Lace (1964)

The Wicker Man (1973)

Don't Look Now (1973)

The Changeling (1980)

Manhunter (1986)

Scream (1996)

The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

Seven (1995)

Perfect Blue (1997)

Dark City (1998)

Stir of Echoes (1999)

The Sixth Sense (1999)

Mulholland Drive (2001)

The Devil's Backbone (2001)

Dark Water (2002)

Oldboy (2003)

Noroi: The Curse (2005)

The Orphanage (2007)

Midnight Meat Train (2008)

The White Ribbon (2009)

Prisoners (2013)

Banshee Chapter (2013)

The One I Love (2014)

The Taking of Deborah Logan (2014)

The Autopsy of Jane Doe (2016)

The Handmaiden (2017)

Terrified (2017)

Get Out (2017)

The Perfection (2018)

The Block Island Sound (2020)

Broadcast Signal Intrusion (2021)

Last Night in Soho (2021)

as far as TV shows go, i'd recommend:

Twin Peaks (caveat: i'm not yet finished with it. i think season one and the very beginning of season 2 are great. the rest of season 2 is… fucking horrible so far)

Hannibal (2013-2015)

True Detective (2014) (season one ONLY)

Mindhunter (2017-2019)

Dark (2017-2020)

The Chestnut Man (2021)

The Twilight Zone and Black Mirror also have some good mystery episodes.

literature wise, i don't read that much mystery. i find it's hard to weed out the good from the garbage. off the top of my head, i do love:

The Silence of the Lambs

The Turn of the Screw

The Woman in Black

House of Leaves

[stevebuscemieyes]

31 Days Of Horror

Day 25,25/31

Stir Of Echoes, 1999

Dir. David Koepp

[jessaerys]

watching stir of echoes (1999) a relatively mid totally forgettable kevin bacon horror film, and i don't know what it is about this one specifically that is evoking in me this intense feeling of americana nostalgia for something i never lived through and arguably never existed. pre-911 working class young parents with a two story home whose friends live across the street, with an active night life, suburbia close to the city, idyllic, sepia-tinted big-windowed bedrooms, white, lower middle class homogeneity....... i think it's really hard to explain to usamericans how this pervasive image of normalcy seeps through the world's consciousness, how ubiquitous and aspirational it is especially if you grow up in cultures/communities/families that were not at all educated in systems of power and oppression, which was very much my case. i was five in 99, living a difficult life in mexico, with a difficult family, and i absorbed this idea through my skin, osmosis-like, before i understood race or class or borders, that some places were nicer than others just because. it's almost hard to put into words how much i understood the imperial comforts of this image (that can only exist enforced by the exclusion of the other through violent borders and at the expense of the exploitation of rest of the world) somewhere wordless and subconscious and wanted so bad to exist inside of it. bleh

[inber]

I watched 'stir of echoes' (1999) yesterday and I found it middling despite having a decent rating, so I looked up other people's thoughts

[shinigabi-tan]

♦ Horror Films Watched in October of 2022 (6/?) ♦

This is a decent neighborhood!

STIR OF ECHOES (1999) Dir. David Koepp.

[thebuzztrack]

A Review of Brian De Palma’s ‘Mission: Impossible’ (1996)

In the thrilling 1996 movie Mission: Impossible, directed by Brian De Palma, Ethan Hunt is a spy who finds himself on the run. His crew members are killed one by one during a risky mission. And the accusation of being a traitor is erroneously assigned to him. Hunt must prove his innocence while facing dangerous enemies, high-tech gadgets, and a mysterious list of undercover agents coveted by everyone. Tom Cruise stars as Ethan Hunt, leading an impressive cast that includes Jon Voight, Emmanuelle Béart, Henry Czerny, Ving Rhames, Kristin Scott Thomas, Vanessa Redgrave, and Jean Reno. The movie is an adaptation of the hit episodic program of the same name that ran on American television from 1966 to 1973. This movie has sparked a prosperous film franchise that continues to this day. The film features many exciting scenes, such as the mission in Prague, the vault break-in in Langley, and the train chase in England.

It has a run time of an hour and fifty minutes, which is within the range for the usual bracket of 90 minutes to 120 minutes for a traditional movie length. It does not feel like it, though. This presentation of its story feels much more epic than that. David Koepp and Robert Towne co-wrote the script based on a story outline Koepp created with Steven Zaillian. All three writers have established careers in Hollywood with recognizable movies, some of which garnered award recognition. Robert Towne won an Academy Award for his original screenplay Chinatown (1974), and Steven Zaillian won for his screenplay adaptation of Schindler’s List (1993) from the book of the same name. David Koepp is a recognizable name for churning out the scripts and stories for blockbuster movies and small-budget independent films in equal fervor. His writing contributions include Jurassic Park (1993), Stir of Echos (1999), and co-writing credit for Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny (2023).

While watching the movie, I had a chuckle or two because the framing for some of the shots is a bit cheesy, such as the one with Tom Cruise hovering between two of his co-stars with a grin so big that he must have chugged an extra large iced coffee right before the camera began to roll. He bursts with energy while the others in the frame are neutrally composed. It seems unusual and disjointed in retrospect, nearly thirty years after the movie’s production, because the audience has more experience watching Tom Cruise on and off the movie screen. The audience perspective has changed over the years, giving the visual dynamics a different feel. Even after stating all that, I still enjoy the tone and delivery of Brian De Palma’s visual storytelling.

Brian De Palma is an American filmmaker known for his thrilling director career that spans over 50 years. He is known for his exciting, violent, and often controversial films inspired by Alfred Hitchcock and other cinematic legends. His most popular works include Carrie, Scarface, The Untouchables, and Mission: Impossible. De Palma began his career in the 1960s as a part of the New Hollywood movement, which comprised young and innovative directors. He worked with Robert De Niro in his early films, such as Hi, Mom, and Greetings. Later, he established himself as a master of the thriller genre, using unique camera techniques, split screens, and elaborate set pieces to create tension and shock. De Palma has also explored themes like voyeurism, sexuality, identity, and politics in his films, often resulting in criticism and controversy. He is considered one of his generation’s most original and influential directors. De Palma introduced new ways of visual storytelling, like long takes, slow motion, and split diopter shots, which have influenced the thriller genre. He also experimented with genres and styles, including musicals, comedies, and science fiction, which has inspired many other filmmakers like Quentin Tarantino, David Fincher, and Wes Craven.