#the curvy film critic

[buffynha]

"Those who have memory have courage and are sowers. When rebuilding emotional memory, you embrace pain and without memory we don’t know who we are . We wander confused not knowing where to go. Without memory there is no identity. The forbidden memory should not be read to stay anchored to the past, much less to open, awaken or the numb pain. If memory helps us recover our own identity and recognize the truth there’ll be no more reconciliation or reunion."

[ohtobeleah]

Switch // Jake Seresin & Bradley Bradshaw

Part Two of Kink.com Summary: A year on and a catastrophic sub-drop later, Jake and Bradley do everything in their power to bring you back into the business.

Warnings: Jake Seresin x F!reader. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. SMUT!! BDSM-type scenes. Unrealistic representation of the porn industry but it’s what you’re getting. Overstimulation, orgasm denial, anal, double penetration, subspace x subdrop.

Word Count: 7k

Author Note: This is strictly porn with a plot. There is no critically acclaimed literature here. But vibrators are encouraged. Part One linked Here!

One Year Later:

“And how did you manage to score this gig beautiful?” Jake asked, winking as you sauntered into the break room. Leaning against the countertop, Jake's eyes were trained on the way the black lace corset your wore hugged your curvy silhouette in all the right places. Your hair pulled back in a slick as all hell ponytail and your makeup done to perfection. It was your mask, nobody could see how nervous you were underneath the thick layer of foundation that hid every pour and every imperfection. Everybody except Jake that was, he’d seen you at the lowest of lows. You were as easy to read as a children’s book.

“I guess someone pretty generous recommended me for the job.” You were quick to shrink before Jake's tall stature even if he was sitting on the countertop of the break room kitchen, instantly feeling smaller than the man who would soon be sitting pretty behind a camera as he watched you dominate his best friend, Bradley. 

“Don't know what youre talking about?” Jake grinned ear to ear, his signature Hollywood smile made your heart skip a beat as he pulled you in to stand between his legs. You just sighed in response. 

“Don’t pretend you didn’t have anything to do with this, I heard you and Bradley last week talking about how I needed to get back into the game.” Walking two of your fingers up from his lower abdomen to his chest – sadly clothed with a minimalistic white button-up. A real shame, you liked Jake Seresin better shirtless.

“You’re gonna be great.” Jake jumped off the bench he’d been perched on as he purred, a small smirk gliding across his slightly scuffed cheeks as he watched you lick your lips with such confidence. The red a nice pop of colour amongst the sea of different tones of black that adorned your body.

“I am great, Seresin, always have been, always will be.” Jake's hands came to pull you closer by your ass – clothed in the leather skin-tight pants you had brought for the occasion. Wanting something to make you feel extra confident for your main return. This would be the biggest shoot since your not so amazing sub sense with Ryan Cherry-Louise, the good for nothing low life who nearly killed you with his vicious brutality. Safe to say he was never allowed to show his face in the industry again – blacklisted for life.

Long story short, it didn’t go well. Either the guy wasn’t given the changes or he ignored them. And he clearly didn’t know how to actually deal with a submissive. You left the shoot that day feeling used, and useless, like you weren’t good enough. You were in so much pain from hot wax and whippings and pinching, so deep in subspace you couldn’t think properly.

Four days later, neither Jake or Bradley had heard from you. You hadn’t read their messages or answered their calls and to say they were worried was an understatement. Jake had spoken to someone in the industry the day after you and Ryan filmed, and they said that the guy was a piece of shit. So naturally, they went to your house. The second you opened the door they both went into full panic mode, you were so clearly in subdrop, far deeper than either of them had seen you, and to be quite honest you were just a mess. The wax in your hair was enough to indicate you hadn’t even showered since the shoot.

You had whip marks all down your back, and both Jake and Bradley were immediately pissed, knowing full well that you explicitly said no whipping anywhere but your ass, chest and legs in all your contracts because it’s too much for you when filming. The welts looked raw and close to infection.

‘Can you look at me Y/n ? Jake cooed, waiting for you to turn and make eye contact, mumbling a signature good girl to your saddened expression when you did, “Bradley is gonna get in the shower with you okay, help clean you up all good for us, and help treat those marks yeah? I’m gonna make some phone calls, okay, beautiful?’ Your small nod was enough, Jake gently leaned down and picked you up, walking to your ensuite.

While Bradley helped you shower, Jake, on the other hand, was making phone calls to every possible industry person he could think of, ensuring that the piece of shit never worked another fucking day in his life. People asked why, and he sharply explained that the guy had left you, a professional, Y/n fucking Lavender, uncared for, injured and in subspace, safe to say everyone was appropriately horrified and pissed off. But it wasn’t an easy comeback. You almost left the industry entirely. But Jake had other plans.

“Why don’t you remind me how great you are?” Jake groaned as he leaned in to close the gap between the two of you – his hand wrapping around your ponytail, giving it a slight tug as you ghosted his lips. His perfect lips that had many times before been wrapped around your throbbing clit. The sensitive bundle of nerves that he loved to tease.

“You’re just the cameraman today, someone else gets to have all the fun.”

“Fun huh, is that what you call it?” Jake teased before he spun you around, whisking you up and placing you on the countertop – Standing between your legs as he smashed his lips against yours. Hungry for your touch, not wanting to wait any longer than a second to feel your lips on his. His cock aching with desire for you. tongues dancing with one another in the desperate and needy moment.

Your hand came to wrap around his neck, constricting his airways slightly – enough for him to stop his assault on your mouth and open his eyes, pulling away from you slightly as he shivered under your touch – your control.

“You do as I say this time, Seresin.” Applying more pressure to Jake's neck as he moaned and shut his eyes. “And I say get behind the camera and try not to cream your pants.” Running your tongue across Jake's swollen bottom lip you felt him tremble. A small giggle escaping your mouth as you oh so enjoyed the way you felt so in control. “I’ll deal with you when we get home, you and your other half too.” You smirked, pushing Jake away softly as you hopped off the countertop, swaying your hips with confidence as you looked back over your shoulder.

“Depending on how much trouble he gives me, something tells me I'll be gagging his submissive ass.”

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As much as you enjoyed being a submissive – especially for your favourite dynamic duo, you couldn’t help the feeling you got when you were dominating. You loved a good workday which consisted of back to back girl on girl BDSM scenes, you knew how to please just as much as you knew how to tease. But it had been a while since you had really gotten your feet wet. You had dipped a toe in here and there, worked with a few friends and written a few scenes up but this would be your first day back as a permanent on the list of Kinks employees – if that’s what you could call yourself.

After having cooled yourself off from your heated moment with Jake, you checked yourself in the mirror once more before you sauntered out to the set, a very tied and bound Bradley Bradshaw awaiting your entrance – for someone who never subbed he was extremely excited to have you be his dominatrix for this evening. Honestly, a blessing if he was being honest – he’d watched your work, seen your skills but he’d never experienced it in all the time you’d particularly lived together.

Ever since you’d met Jake Seresin and Bradley Bradshaw, the relationship you shared grew quicker than the blink of an eye–you were honestly a power trio. Although you had an apartment of your own you found yourself spending more and more time in either Jake's or Bradley’s bed - sharing you, like their little toy. But a very loved and cared for toy.

Bradley sent a devilish smirk your way, you noticed his hard cock twitch against his perfectly chiselled lower abdomen as you walked closer towards him. His wrist and ankles tied to the wooden chair surrounded by a few studio lights and your selection of torturous toys.

With Jake situated behind the camera, on-site reading Bradley’s face for his signs of distress - a job he saw pointless due to the fact you would never go too far. You cared too much, especially since your mistreatment. You always made sure to triple check the sense, read the contract twice, memorise the do’s and dont’s and recite the safe word. Bradley was no exception to the rule.

“And what do we have here?” You Purred. Running your nails up Bradley’s arm that were tied behind his back to the old wooden chair. “Isn’t this a twisted turn of events.” Your smile was wicked and beaming with glee. You were so excited to tease and torture Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw after all the times he’d denied you.

He didn’t speak when you wrapped your hand around his thick throat - whispering in his ear.

“Why don’t you tell everybody who I am Bradley?” Forcing him to look up into the camera as the hairs on the back of his neck stood to attention.

“Mistress'” He whined. The same hand that restricted his airways coming up to slap his slightly scruffy cheek softly - But still with enough force to leave a sting in its path.

“Aren’t you a good little boy?” You teased - the sound of your heels clicking against the floor echoed off the walls as you sauntered around him. Dropping down before him to get eye level with his cock. The cock which had destroyed you many times prior. The cock which gave him the nickname akin to well–a massive cock. 

Wrapping a hand around his shaft as the camera panned - Bradley let out a timid hiss. Your hand was cold against the vein that ran from the bottom of his shaft to the tip. The same tip that was red and sensitive as you circled your finger softly around it.

“S’okay Bradley, tell mistress what you want.” You cooed as you started your slow stocks– beginning to milk Bradley’s cock. He hadn’t cum in a week. A requirement for a submissive sense like this. His balls were already so tight, so full. Your other hand coming up to softly fondle them as you bobbed down in front of him - balancing on your heels.

“Wanna cum m-mistress” Bradley sighed–his head leaning back as he exhaled deeply. The feeling of your hand working his cock feeling like heaven. But you stopped.

“Not so fast.” You hissed, coming up to squeeze Bradley’s cheeks together as you straddled his lap - his cock sitting nicely between your thighs. “Suck” You ordered as you shoved your index finger into his mouth - Bradley’s tongue working circles around the digit.

“You're my toy.” You spat, making sure Bradley’s eyes never left yours - remembering to read him, make sure he was okay. He was most definitely okay–his only problem was holding back his load, already ready to explode with the softest touch. “I own you, you’ll cum when I say and when I say it better be a big load I mean it or else I’m putting you in a cage.” Pulling your finger out of Roosters mouth as you pushed off. “Understand?”

“Yes, mistress!” Bradley sighed as you walked away–his cock twitching for your touch as he watched you go through all your toys, only settling for the gag. A smirk dawned on your face as you sauntered back and placed the red ball in Bradley’s mouth from behind him - securing it in place before working quickly to wrap your hand around his length and begin your milking process.

Bradley’s moans filled the room. They echoed off the walls and made your clit tingle between your legs. It wasn’t every day you got the opportunity to dominate over Bradley Bradshaw–his best friend was the reason behind it. Jake had set the entire thing up with kink, knowing that you needed something special to help bring you back.

But he was jealous - oh so jealous of his best friend. Watching from behind the camera as you made Bradley squirm - practically try and jump from his restraints. Twitching and whining as you teased his sensitive cock.

Jake wished it was him, wished so badly that he was the one under your control. He had started to believe his feelings ran deeper than the initial attraction he had towards you, having gotten to know you over a prolonged period of time, having helped you recover and get back to normal. He was desperate to get his hands on you, a jealous ball forming in the pit of his stomach as he watched on.

“Are you gonna cum for me Bradley? Huh, are you gonna cum all over my hand?” You teased as you continued jerking Bradley off. His arms near bursting through the ropes as his entire body tightened. The vein in his neck bulged as his face turned a deep shade of red. He was ready to blow.

“You hold it, you don’t have my permission to cum.” Squeezing Bradley’s balls as he whimpered. He couldn’t control it - his cock twitching uncontrollably as a tiny spirit left his tip. “Naughty boy.” You sighed, letting go and standing up completely as you shook your head. Watching Bradley cum - ruining the first orgasm he’d had in a week.

A little saliva had dripped down his scruffed chin from the gag - you couldn’t help it. Smirking as you ran your finger through the mess he made on his perfectly toned abdomen - collecting some as your other hand worked to release the gag.

“Taste” You ordered as Bradley took your index finger in his mouth again - only this time it was not only the taste of you he was swallowing, it was his own cum. His mess. “Good— boy” You ran your hand through his slightly sweaty hair. His eyes filled with the need for praise. “You made such a mess for mistress, but I forgive you.” Bradley’s eyes closed with relief as he found comfort in your words. A smirk plastered on your face as you ran your manicured thumb across his bottom lip - smearing his cum across it like gloss.

“But you’re still getting the cage.”

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Y/n!!” Bradley shouted after you as you ran into the house, squealing as he was hot on your heels. “Get it off!”

“No! You came without permission Bradley fucking deal. with. it!” You shouted as you ran into the kitchen - a butter knife in your hand as Bradley rounded the corner after you. Eyes wide when he saw you had a weapon.

“Really? Kinda over dramatic don’t you think?” His eyebrow raised as he stood there - watching your face turn upwards slightly into that smug smirk.

“I’ll do it” You teased. “Don’t tempt me, Bradshaw.”

“Just unlock the fucking thing! It hurts! I need to fucking jerk off because you just had to be a bitch and ruin it!” Bradley pleaded as you laughed.

“Alright! Alright, I’ll take it off.” You tried talking as you caught your breath, still laughing at Bradley’s predicament. You sauntered down the hall into Bradley’s room - fishing the key from your back pocket as he raced in after you. Unbuckling his belt as he walked.

“You’re evil, you know that right?” He sighed as his dress pants dropped to his knees, his briefs quickly following as Bradley stood in front of you as you sat comfortably cross-legged on the side of his bed. “Just you wait till tomorrow princess.” He smirked as you worked to unlock the metal cage that clothed his flaccid cock.

“Oh yeah? Talk dirty to me Bradshaw, tell me more.” You raised an eyebrow at Bradley. Biting your bottom lip as you slid the cage from his cock. Instantly his cock started to thicken, started to grow as the blood rushed through his veins down to the place he needed it most.

Bradley’s hand went straight for his shaft, gripping his recently freed member with a sigh of relief as he began pumping himself - Standing before you. It was most definitely a sight you’d never get tired of.

“Need some help?” You offered as you reached out to grab his balls, playing with them softly as Bradley groaned in response - not sure if he should allow it or deny it.

“N-no” He stuttered. “Still mad at you.” He breathed out as you uncrossed your legs and got off the bed, Bradley wasting no time in taking your place.

“You’re such a bitch Bradshaw, maybe learn to last a little longer?” You teased as you threw the cock cage up in the air before catching it like a baseball.

“Fuck you Y/n.” Bradley laughed as he pumped his shaft aggressively fast. You couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip - holding back a small moan as you watched his hand move up and down his beautiful thick cock, the tip so pink and sensitive from your recent torture.

“Tomorrow.” Was all you said before you shut Bradley’s door - only to run straight into Jake.

“Jesus Hangman! Give a girl a fucking heart attack!” You held your chest feeling your heart beating at an incredible rate. The new nickname falling from your lips effortlessly, like it had been designed only for you. 

“You were right.” His voice was low and raspy as he walked closer to you–pushing you up against the wall as one of his hands held your hip while the other softly wrapped around your throat. Something he knew you loved more than anything. “You are great, but I think I want a demonstration.” Jake's lips attached themselves to your neck right below your ear. Sending a flood wave of arousal to your core. If there wasn’t already a tsunami there after seeing Bradley get himself off.

“I’ll need a volunteer.” You whispered as Jake picked you up. Your lips meeting his in a lust-filled kiss. His tongue dancing with yours as he blindly carried you away from Bradley’s bedroom door back to his, where you would spend the night in a twisted mess of limbs and sheets.

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Sex was your job. It’s what paid your bills and provided you with all your nice materialistic things. Sex was different on and off camera - even if you only ever had sex with the same two people for the past few months.

It was no secret in the industry that since your horrid treatment with Ryan that you had gone exclusive with the pair of best friends and them? You. If one company wanted to book you for a scene? They either booked Jake or Bradley or both. Kink had signed you on as a permanent but they still allowed you to book jobs with other porn companies as long as it didn’t conflict with your standing schedule. Which led you to this... two scenes... one day.

“So I’m a student and you're playing what? My teachers?” You asked as you read over the plot for your first shoot. Something for CUM4K. Not typically your style but Jake had always encouraged you to branch out and take on projects you normally wouldn’t. He wanted you to feel comfortable in the industry again – and what better way than to feel comfortable by taking a job with Jake Seresin where he gets to fuck you one on one?

“Pretty sure that’s what the script said.” He mumbled as he turned right – something Jake did that was always a weird turn on was the way he only drove with one hand. He’d turn the wheel with his palm and it always looked so effortless. “I’ve never worked for them before so it’ll be a first for both of us.”

Jake was right, it was a first for the both of you. There were no ropes or whips. Not chains or gags. Just a set that looked like a classroom. You walked around the set for a moment while the camera crew set up their stations. This was different. It made you incredibly nervous. But you had Jake and if you knew anything it was that not only would he fuck you good but he’d take care of you.

“Ready?” Jake asked as his hand fell to the small of your back.

“As I'll ever be, let's do this.” You smiled, turning to look at Jake as he drove, watching as he leaned over a little to place a small kiss to the apple of your cheek, leaving a rush of heat in its wake.

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The camera rolled and you entered the room. Two pigtails atop your head as a skanky school girl outfit clothed your curvy silhouette. a cherry lollipop in between you recently glossed lips. Jake sat behind the teacher's desk looking all kinds of mad. Furrowing his eyebrows as you swayed your hips, walking towards your designated desk. It was always fun to play make believe. 

Even though the scene had read that you were late for an afternoon detention, you knew you looked overly excited to be here.

“Sorry, I’m late Mr. Seresin, I was taking care of an issue I had.” You giggled as you pulled the lollipop from your mouth with an overexaggerated pop.

“No talking Miss. Lavender.” Jake growled. “Just pull out your work and get started.”

You did as we were told with a smirk plastered on your face. The cameras zooming in as you pulled out a body wand from your bag. Jake's eyes widening at the sight. He knew what was happening, but Jake knew how to work a character for the sake of the camera.

“What the hell is that?” He snarled, getting up from behind his desk and walking over to where you sat a giggling mess.

“What I’d usually work with at home?” You cooed with a curious tone. “Wanna see what I’ve taught myself Mr. Seresin?” You asked with a wicked smile as you got up from your seat and walked over to his desk – your ass cheeks practically hanging out of the tiny plaid school skirt. In a normal situation any teacher with a moral compass would have stopped you, most likely get the principal involved and have you expelled for trying to seduce a teacher. However, this was pron. And anything can happen in porn.

You sat on top of the desk and spread your legs, revealing you had no panties on. The ‘issue’ you had previously mentioned being you had soaked them thinking of all the things you’d do to Jake. your ‘teacher’. Biting your bottom lip you placed the vibrator in between your soaked folds on high speed. Causing your thighs to tremble and your jaw to open wide.

“Ohh—fuck!” You moaned as the camera panned to capture you in all your beauty. Masturbating on the teacher's desk in detention like the little schoolgirl slut you were pretending to be. Jake grew harder in his slacks as he approached you.

“I guess I could think of another type of punishment, something more tailored to your needs Miss. Lavender.” Jake hissed with conviction in his tone as he watched you tremble at the feeling of the vibrations right against your clit. His hands working to unbutton the white button-up shirt you wore to reveal you weren’t wearing a bra. Your perky tits on full display.

Dipping his head with a soft moan Jake attached his lips to your nipple – his hand coming down in a brisk motion to smack your other tit. A sharp stinging sensation radiating over the skin his hand had contacted.

“Yes-!” You sighed allowed with a wild smirk as you worked yourself towards your first orgasm. Moving your hips in motion with the vibrator as Jake continued his assault on your chest. His tongue rolling over the perky buds as you moaned at the approach of your first orgasm–the vibrator doing its job and doing it quickly.

“Yess sir! Watch me cum for you.” Pleading as Jake watched with dark eyes as you came for him. He hadn’t even touched you yet.

With a quick change in positions and a little time between takes the next thing you knew you were on your back–legs thrown up over Jake's shoulders as he tapped his cock against your clit.

“I bet your so fucking tight Miss. Lavender? How about I test that theory?” Jake moaned as he slid his cock inside your pussy. Your head fell back as he bottomed out–only giving you a few seconds to stretch out before he began thrusting his now arousal coated cock in and out of your slick folds.

“Ugh—! Fuck yes—!” He moaned.

“God fuck Mr Seresin h-harder!” You whimpered as you reached down to rub your trembling clit. Already one orgasm deep you were oh so sensitive. Your wish was Jake's command, he fastened his pass and began fucking deeper and harder into you–but you still needed more. With one quick motion - Jake pulled out, leaving your pussy fluttering around thin air. He pulled you up off the desk and laid himself down on his back - gesturing for you to hope on top. So you did. With your back to Jake's chest, he slid himself back inside you - holding your legs up under your knees and connecting his hands behind your head. Fucking fast and hard into your stretched out cunt.

“Oohhh m-my god!!” You whimpered as you rubbed your clit. “Mr Seresin! Fuck! Yess fucking my pussy sir–!” 

“You love this fucking cock don’t you baby girl? Always such a slut, I know you’ve been with nearly every teacher here.” He growled in your ear - feeling you clenching around him he knew you were close. So was he, he was gonna spill a load inside you for that close up he knew they needed. It was their brand after all. 

“None as good as your sir!” Your legs trembled and Jake bucked his hips - his balls so tight as he twitched, feeling his orgasm ravaging through his body–pooling at the base of his shaft. “Fuck im gonna flood this tight little cunt– ahhhhhh–yes yes yes.” Spilling his seed deep inside your fucked out pussy as you worked yourself to your own high. So much liquid spilling from you as Jake fucked his cum deeper and harder inside you as you rubbed your fingers across your throbbing clit. It was such an intense orgasm. 

“Mmmm show them how much cum you took you fucking slut.” Jake growled through gritted teeth as he squeezed your ckeeks as he slowly pulled out, the camera zooming in to see his cum dripping from your core. Near white from the volume he produced. “Push it out of them.” Jake ordered and you did just that. Pushing his cum from your core. A thick cream pie before someone yelled cut.

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You and Jake booked it through the lobby of Kink, not even stopping to wave at the receptionist who directed you both to the elevator that would take you to the floor Bradley was already waiting on. Both barely dressed after you had raced out of the shoot with the CUM4K crew.

Once in the elevator - you both let out a sigh as you looked at the time. You still had six minutes to spare.

“See! Told you we’d make it!” You laughed as you leaned against the wall.

“You’re still dripping cum Y/n and I didn’t get to make sure you were alright before we had to leave.” Jake ran his hand through his hair as he cornered you. Resting his forehead against yours. “Are you alright?”

“Promise I’m fine, that was so vanilla Jake.” You bit your lip as you watched his emerald eyes scanned every inch of your face. Wanting to make sure you were truly alright, scanning for any evidence, any sign of subspace that could be lingering behind your beautiful eyes. “You really care though don’t you?” You asked as you parted your lips. 

“I think I’m falling for you, more than I should be.” Jake admitted as the evaluator continued its journey up. Closing the gap that came between you as he stepped toe to toe with you, a gentle hand coming to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb softly caresses your supple cheek. 

“I think, maybe I am too.” You were scared to admit it, that you’d unintentionally fallen in love with your coworker and friend, but as your eyes closed as Jake leaned in for a soft peck—it felt right to speak into existence. This kiss was different, it wasn’t rushed or heated, instead Jake took his time, he kissed you like he wanted to kiss someone he wasn’t in front of a camera with. It wasn’t full of lust... but love.

Before you could really begin to comprehend what was happening the elevator dinged and doors went flying open - letting you both know you had one more job to finish before you could even begin to discuss the nature of your friendship or relationship? Whatever you’d call porn stars who fuck not only for money but off the clock as well. Co-workers who eat, sleep and breathe together. 

As you both walked towards Bradley who sighed with relief when he saw you both, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle at his frustrated demeanour.

“One” He started as he pointed to you. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out and two!” He pointed to Jake. “The fuck are you guys late for? That shoot should’ve been done an hour ago?” Jack laughed as he made up an excuse, a small jab at you.

“This one wouldn’t get off my dick bro s’not my fault.”

“Oh! You wish, Mr. Seresin.” You teased as you walked away towards the bathroom to freshen up—leaving both Jake and Bradley to stare at your ass as you walked away.

“Did you tell her?” Bradley asked as he wrapped an arm around Jake who only sighed.

“Kinda.” Is all he said before the producer came over for a quick rundown. Jake wished he had more time, but he knew he’d have all the time in the world to tell you how he really felt after he fucked your brains out with Bradley.

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When you first worked with the pair of best friends, Jake read through a list of questions he needed to know. If you were over eighteen? Your safe word? Your preferences? Your dislikes? Things off-limits? He knew everything now. They both did. So with every scene you did together they got to skip that part.

“This good?” Bradley asked as he tightened the rope.

“Going soft on me Bradley? You can tighten it more.” You cooed. You liked the banter you and Bradley could throw around. But he had a look in his eyes that said he had plans.

“Oh,” he said as he tightened the rope “I’m definitely not soft.”

The scene started with you on your knees. Naked and blindfolded—your wrist tied in front of you with the classic bondage rope all three of you preferred to use.

Bradley walked over to you with a devilish smirk plastered across his beautiful face. His scruff made him look so much more irresistible. His moustache thick and tailored. But Bradley had a bone to pick. He was ready to dish out what you had served him yesterday.

Crouching down beside you, you already knew it was Bradley - you couldn’t see him but you could smell the minty freshness of his breath. Remembering the mints he’d eaten right before shooting began.

“Look at you,” He snarled as he reached out to grab your chin. Only for you to pull away. You were feeling extra bratty. You were already fucked out from Jake and your patients had begun to wear increasingly thin.

Bradley squashed your cheeks together, forcing your lips to pucker as he drew you closer to him.

“Are you gonna be a fucking good girl? Or am I gonna have to show you what happens to naughty little girls who don’t do as they're told?” He hissed before he spat in your face - pushing you away. Grabbing you by your hair before standing up. “Up!” He hissed as you got up on your feet - your heels clicking against the marble concrete.

You felt Bradley suspend you with something, hooking your wrist on either side of something. You didn’t know it at the time but you’d find out later when watching the footage back that it was a giant hook. Without your heels on you wouldn’t be able to touch the ground.

“Now, I’m gonna ask again.” His voice was lower. Softer as you listened to him. He was walking around you, you could hear the position of his voice changing. But you didn’t answer. Bad move. Because when you didn’t answer Bradley slapped your bare chest with one of his favourite whips.

“Ah! Y-yes! I’ll be good!” You cried. The sting radiating over your chest sent a wave of arousal dripping down your thigh. But someone was there to catch it - someone slowly dragged their index finger up the inside of your thigh before tapping your chin. Asking you to open your mouth which you happily did.

It was Jake. His arousal coated finger sliding past your plump lips. “Good girl” He whispered as you tasted yourself before he pulled away. Bradley pulled back on his whip before hitting you once again. 

“Why don’t you tell everybody who I am, Y/n?” Bradley smirked as he asked you the same question you asked him yesterday. When you were in control.

“Mmm, sir!”

“Very good, Jake give her a treat.” Bradley ordered as Jack picked up one of your legs, a vibrator on low-speed dancing against your clit.

“Ohhhh yes—!” You sighed as you let your head dip. Jake slowly moved the vibrator around, hitting all the right points of pleasure—tingling in your feet to the tight sensation in your thighs.

Jake chuckled to himself as he turned up the intensity as you squirmed, Bradley lightly slapping your chest in a few consecutive whips as Jake held you around your stomach. Stopping you from moving.

Once again he turned up the speed, holding it right against your clit as your muscles tightened and breathing hitched in your throat.

“Uuuhhhh—! Fuck, please! Please, sir!” You begged. “Make me c-cum!” 

You could feel it. You were about to cum, already? No, they fucking wouldn’t - you held it for as long as you could. The feeling so painful as you held back your orgasm, only for Jake to pull away seconds before you combusted.

“You aren’t gonna cum, understand princess?” Bradley growled as he untied the blindfold as Jake lowered the hook so you were down on your knees with your arms still above your head. “What’s gonna happen now? is while I fuck that pretty pussy of yours Jake's gonna fuck your sassy ass mouth - put it to some good use.” Bradley chuckled as he walked away. Only to return with a big silver butt plug.

“But you’ll be wearing this too.”

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A close up of Bradley slowly stretching your puckering ass with the butt plug opened the next scene. He had already positioned himself underneath you reversed cowgirl style. His fingers working to slowly glide the silver bud shaped plug into your ass as you moaned from the pleasure of being so stretched. So full.

Jake, on the other hand, was just inches away from your face - his dangerously hard cock throbbing at the thought of being inside your mouth for what felt like the twentieth time today. But he would never get over the way your lips felt wrapped around his girth. When he saw Bradley had successfully placed to plug inside your tight ass Jake grabbed onto the back of your head and tapped his tip along your bottom lip - asking you to open your pretty little mouth so he could fuck your face.

You accepted, and Jake wasted no time. He shoved his cock deep inside your throat. Forcing you to produce excess silica that coated his cock immediately, so much so that even if he pulled away it would leave lines connecting your lips to his tip. Your eyes watered as you gaged and moaned. Jake was huge and you needed time to adjust your throat to his size. But soon enough? You felt him sliding down the back of your throat with ease.

“Yes Y/n,  oh fuck! Your mouth is so fucking good baby.” The way Jake moaned would never not sound like a symphony to you. His teeth clenched together as he closed his eyes and thrust his hips back and forth - keeping your head still with his hands.

Meanwhile, as Jake used your mouth as he personal fuck hole, getting himself off to the feeling of his cock begging buried in your throat—Bradley circled the tip of his throbbing cock around your entrance. Only to allow you to sink down on his shaft when he bucked his hips slightly.

“Fu—!” You gagged around Jake's cock. The feeling of Bradley and the plug making you feel so incredibly full. It was euphoric.

With one quick slap to your ass, Bradley began fucking up into you. He could feel Jake's cum still coating your walls from the previous scene you two had done. It made him fuck you faster, harder.

“My fucking god you’re a tight little thing.” He moaned as he fucked into you, his cock being coated in a mixture of your own arousal and Jake's previous load.

It was a sight, to say the least. Bradley Bradshaw  fucking up into you - Jake Seresin fucking your throat. All the while your ass was being stretched by a silver plug that seemed to work itself deeper inside you whenever Bradley bottomed out. However? This was only a warm-up. If you knew these two at all you knew there would be more. More torture, more toys.

“Ahh—! Fuck I’m gonna cum Bradley, stop for a second so I can give her a pretty facial.” Jake ordered as Bradley bottomed out— stilling himself inside you while Jake jerked his cock right in your face till his load was spewing out all over your  tear-stained face. “So pretty Y/n.” Jake cooed as you took his load. “So fucking pretty all for me baby.” 

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When the camera panned back to you after Bradley and Jake had untied and retired you in a different set - they found you on a table. Legs held apart by the same rope that had previously tired your wrists. Your tailbone right on the edge of the table, your sensitive and fucked out pussy on full display for the camera. Arms held down by the cuffs that were bolted to the table.

It was so easy for Jake to slide his cock inside your slick folds.

“Mmmm fuck!” You sighed as he slowly pushed himself out before slapping his tip against your clit.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked, slowly burying himself again as Bradley stepped behind you. Reaching over the clasp some nipple clamps onto your perky buds. The chain heavy as he tugged on it.

“Answer him!” Bradley growled in your ear before he slightly slapped your cheek. “Go on.” 

“Yes! Yes, fuck me please sir!” You begged. You had already been denied an orgasm once. Jake trusted his hips back before slamming them forward - holding onto your thighs to gain more leverage as he fucked his cock deeper inside you.

Bradley sitting at your head reaching over to press the vibrator against your clit while he simultaneously played with the heavy chain that connected your nipples.

“Ahhh!! My god! Fu—ucking god! Yesss—!!” You screamed. Jake's cock pushing the plug that still called your ass home deeper inside you with every thrust.

“Such a little cock whore.” Jake moaned as he slapped your thigh, earning himself a wince from you.

“You're our little slut aren’t you Y/n, all ours?” Bradley asked right next to your ear - letting go of the chain to twist your head to face him. “Aren’t you!?” He asked again. You bit your lips as you shook your head yes. Unable to speak due to feeling so full. Your clit on fire from the overstimulation.

“Open” Bradley ordered. You opened your mouth only for him to spit straight inside it. “Good girl, Jake make her cum.” It didn't take much for Jake to speed up his thrust. His balls slapping against the curve of your ass as he fucked hard into you. Bradley turned the vibrator up to full ball as he tugged on the heavy silver link chain.

Your eyes rolled and back arched, hands curling into fists as your breath hitches in your throat.

“Fuck fuck fuck yes—-! M’c-cumming!” You screamed out as your body shook. Jake pulled out at just the right time before you gushed everywhere—squirting intensity in one long stream as Bradley worked the vibrator on your clit. Your orgasm forcing your walls to clench around nothing.

“Uhh, fuck thank you, sir, thank you!” You sighed as you started to come down. Knowing that the scene was drawing to a close. Camera’s fading as Bradley and Jake stepped aside for the camera to get a close up of you. All fucked out and extremely tired.

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When you walked in the door of Jake and Bradley’s home later that evening. You were sore, tired and just wanted to go to bed. But either Jake or Bradley could let that happen - not without showering you with praise and affection and reassuring you how no matter what you were always their good girl.

It was different when you were a dominant - you felt an overwhelming sense of power, but the second you switched into a submissive? It’s like you need all the affection you could get - and ever since you were treated so poorly? It had gotten worse. Much worse.

But Bradley and Jake knew how to handle you, knew you’d want a bath, some chocolate, a massage and tones of affection. And Bradley was kind enough to let Jake take over the workload for this evening. Giving him that much needed time to spill his guts about how he’d fallen for you. Hard.

After an hour-long bath together and some cuddles in his bed, Jake finally swallowed his fears and asked the all important question that had been bugging him since the little elevator moment you two shared.

“Hey, gorgeous?” He cooed, running his hand through your damp hair as you laid between his legs - head in his lap.

“Hmm?” You responded, so tired from all the fucking you’d done on camera. Nearly 100k between the two scenes alone.

“Do you wanna be more?”

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[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Is It Really That Bad?

When it comes to infamous animated films, few are treated with quite as much revulsion as Mars Needs Moms. Based off of Bloom County creator Berkley Breathed’s storybook, brought to life by ImageMovers Digital (who created The Polar Express, that...beloved?… Christmas classic), distributed by Disney, and produced by Robert Zemeckis, the film really had the deck stacked in its favor… and yet, it quite infamously fumbled.

It released to become the 12th worst opening for any film in three thousand or more theaters, netting only $6 million on debut, and then proceeded to only gross $39 million dollars worldwide—and that’s including 3D theaters. With a budget of over $150 million, this cause a net loss of over $110 million dollars, which unsurprisingly led Disney to cut their losses and shut down ImageMovers Digital… which is what I would really rather say, but the depressing fact is that Disney nuked the studio before the movie even came out, as if they knew they had a massive bomb on their hand and wanted to punish the studio ahead of time.

As divisive as the studio’s animation was, it’s never really fun seeing an animation studio get scrapped like that. With its death, we lost some interesting film concepts, such as a remake of Yellow Submarine (which would have probably been even trippier with the motion capture animation), Roger Rabbit sequel, and a kaiju throwback film by Michael “Trick ‘r Treat” Dougherty called Calling All Robots. Say what you will about the studio’s output, but it’s genuinely a damn shame these ideas never came to fruition.

Over the years, just about every animation critic worth their salt has given this movie shit, from Mr Enter to the Nostalgia Critic, and Disney has largely seen fit to sweep this under the rug and pretend it never happened. But I can’t do that, can I? Y’all voted for me to watch this for the first time over a decade after it came out, and see if it’s really that bad. Did this movie manage to prove far better than its infamous reputation, or am I gonna have to put myself in a Martian memory extractor?

THE GOOD

Milo is actually pretty believable as a kid. I know some people find this character really annoying, or bratty, or obnoxious, but… that’s just how kids are. He’s a little bit of a shit and doesn’t understand the gravity of things he says sometimes, but he has a good heart and when it gets down to it he does all he can to save his mom. Like he’s just a child in need of harsh life lessons, typical of any fantastical family film. In a movie brimming with awful characters, he’s easily the least worst. Joan Cusack as the mom is pretty good, getting some funny line deliveries, and I’m sure she’s made someone’s list of “Hottest Animated MILFs.”

I think the core ideas behind the Martian society are really fascinating. Here we have a fascist, sexist dystopia. Every quarter of a century children are hatched, and females are passed off to nanny-robots to be raised while males are tossed down the garbage chutes to become feral, hairy wild men. The nanny-bots are programmed with the memories of abducted human women, memories which are forcibly extracted in a very fatal process. The women are then made to serve as the enforcers of the fascist regime, ruled over by an aging ruler who governs with an iron fist and doesn’t accept deviance from her desires, desires stemming from a deranged belief she is bettering society with her straw feminist viewpoints. On paper, it’s all very deep, dark, and intriguing.

The operating phrase, of course, being “on paper.”

THE BAD

Let me just get this out of the way: The animation is awkward, uncanny, and unpleasant. This is not a new or interesting observation, so I just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, though it does feed into a few other issues, particularly the design of Ki.

Ki is just absolutely aggressively female in her design. Like, she’s pink, she has those curvy hips, she’s just really in your face about being a girl Martian. And yeah, the girls are the ones we see a lot of because of how the society is structured, but she’s so glaringly feminine it’s kind of obnoxious. Like she’s clearly given this overly polished design because she’s the beautiful, heroic lead character; other Martians do not look nearly as pleasant as she does. That’s not even getting into the obnoxious decision to have her speak in outdated hippie slang, a decision that’s about as pleasant as jamming splinters under your fingernails.

She’s not even the most annoying character, though. That would be Gribble, played by Dan Fogler, the fat dude from Fantastic Beasts. You’d think that because he was the best part of those flaccid spinoffs he’d be the best part of this movie, but you’d be absolutely wrong. He’s every annoying comic relief trope smashed into one incredibly obnoxious character, and considering almost no one else in this movie is likable at all he really sticks out as being unpleasantly annoying. It doesn’t help that the single moment they try and give him depth—when he recounts to Milo the harrowing experience of watching his mother die as her memories were extracted, so close to saving her and yet so far—is immediately followed by Ki showing up and Fortnite dancing and spitting out some more of her obnoxious slang.

And that right there really highlights what’s wrong with this movie: It is tonally inconsistent to an absurd degree. With a title like “Mars Needs Moms” and the general atmosphere of the opening as well as the marketing really lead you to believe this will be a simple, silly family comedy where a kid learns to appreciate his parents a la Jimmy Neutron. But then we get into the Martian dystopia, the explicit mass murder of moms, the grim visuals, the constant peril, and it’s pretty obvious the film wants to be serious and say something as well… all while keeping the funny wisecracking fat guy mentor, the Fortnite dancing monkey Martian men, and the pink and perky alien hippie graffiti artist who loves to talk like she just stepped out of Woodstock. It’s not impossible to handle two wildly different tones in a film, but to say this movie bungles it is an understatement; it ultimately causes the film to lack any sort of identity and just dissolves into an ugly mess of interesting ideas and confused writing that is impossible to take seriously.

IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?

The short answer? Yes, this movie is really, truly awful. But a short answer is pretty unsatisfying, isn’t it?

I was honestly, genuinely hoping going into this that the critics were wrong and maybe there was something to like here… and yeah, there were a couple of things I thought were done pretty decently, but overall the movie is just an incredibly sloppy and tonally inconsistent mess that never really settles into what it wants to be. It actually had me thinking about another movie while watching it, and that movie is The Guyver. While I’m saving a full review of that for when I bring back Michael After Midnight, the film had the same sort of wild tonal whiplash that Mars Needs Moms does, a sort of dissonance in the story where it can’t decide if it wants to be dark and edgy or lighthearted and goofy. But while I don’t think either film is particularly good, I think the fact I find The Guyver to be infinitely more valuable as a film highlights the strength of live action cinema over animation. Jarring tonal inconsistency is just so much easier to swallow when you don’t have to look at some of the ugliest animation you’ve ever seen, y’know?

Mars Needs Moms is honestly quite a bit worse than that score would suggest. This is definitely one of the worst animated movies ever made, unlike what happened with The Emoji Movie, I don’t think the overwhelming revulsion towards the film is over-exaggerated by much. Like, yes, this isn’t the worst movie in human history, nor even the worst animated movie, but the fact that it’s not only bad but bad enough to ruin an entire studio makes it kind of legendary in terms of badness. At least Sony Animation was able to put out the two best Spider-Man movies ever made after The Emoji Movie flopped; ImageMover Digital got no such second chance, and not only went under but dragged the entire motion capture animation style down with it. I think it tarnishing an entire style alongside everything else (and thus probably being partially responsible for the lack of a Tintin sequel) really seals the deal on this being a piece of shit.

I’d honestly drop this film into the low 2s at best. It’s a bottom 100 contender for sure, and it’s far worse than some of the movies on there. Gigli? This movie is way worse than that. Cats? That movie is way campier and has far funnier use of uncanny valley animation. The Room and Trolls 2? Those are both way too funny to be worse than Mars Needs Moms. Fucking Batman & Robin? That’s an actual solid movie, how is it rated lower than this? Hell, I’d even say The Emoji Movie is better, because at least it doesn’t hurt to look at.

The thing is, while I think it’s objectively awful, I can’t say I can personally muster up too much hate for it. It’s so confused tonally that it’s almost fascinating to watch. If you’re a bad movie connoisseur like I am or just generally fascinated by bombs of this magnitude, it’s worth a watch. But outside of that, this movie is just too messy to really find even a cult audience. So if you don’t fall into that weird niche of people who watch bad movies for some reason, don’t bother. You’re not really missing anything valuable.

[sebsgirl71479]

Shoot Your Shot  The Sequel

Sebastian Stan X Curvy Actress Reader

A/N Yup im baaaack with a little sequel that i didn't think would happen but here we are. Let see how our beautiful celebrity couple are up to in this story at the Golden Globes. Again reblogs always appreciated and loved. 

Word Count :2006k

Warnings: Fluffy AF, Sexual content, smut 18+ only No Minors 

It had been 4 months since the emmy awards, where you not so subtly asked out Sebastian Stan on live tv. After your wonderful night together just talking and kissing, you both were head of heels for each other. When December rolled around, Sebastian was nominated again for Pam and Tommy, first a Golden Globe then a Critics Choice Award. You were so happy for him, a day after you went with him to his agent's office and what waited for him was a massive bouquet of flowers from the Hollywood foreign press for his nomination. 

“Sebastian, are you sure you're okay walking all the way back home carrying those? We could get a cab if you want.”  “Printesa, I’ll be fine, besides I want to see peoples faces as I walk with this monstrosity in pink.” He giggles a little bit while you picture the streets of New York City watching a 6ft tall man in pink himself no-less carrying a bouquet of pink flowers. 

When you both got back to Sebs’s apartment full of laughter, you started planning your trip to LA next month. You were still on hiatus from ted lasso and Sebastian was in between films at the moment so it was perfect timing. “Baby are we staying at my place or yours when we get to LA?” While you're in Sebastian's closet picking out clothes for him to take to California he comes up behind you to wrap you up in his arms. Placing gentle kisses on your shoulder and neck, humming in content you look over your shoulder into his eyes and just drink them in. He's rocking you back and forth in the closet like there is music playing in both your heads. 

“How about we split our time between both? We can stay at my place just before the golden globes, then after we can go to your place and be ready for the other awards show and beyond.” You turn around to face him and place your hands in his hair to comb through it, Looking deep into his eyes. “I think it’s a great idea, but I have one question? How big is your bathtub?” “Hmmmm, big enough to fit both of us with plenty of room to spare, what do you have planned printesa?” Still swaying back and forth with him just taking him in. “ I was thinking when we land we leave our luggage by the door and spend an hour in a hot, steamy bath to relax and maybe a little something extra?” Wiggling your eyebrows and giving him a sly smile. “I think you have one of the best ideas ever. Now how about we celebrate a little bit tonight with some take out, wine and some dessert?” He winks at you, that's your cue that when he does that you know what he has in mind.

Before you knew it it was new year's day and you both were all packed and ready to head to LA a week before the Golden Globes. You decided to have a lazy night in for new years eve considering you had a 6 am flight the next day. Just the 2 of you, a few glasses of wine and a home cooked meal made by you. When the clock strikes midnight you stood out on Sebastian's balcony and watched the fireworks go off around the city, and a midnight kiss that lasted 2 mins. The perfect way to start 2023 in your opinion. Because of the time change you got to LA around 9am, plenty of time to have that relaxing bath you promised Sebastian. The bathroom was filled with the scent of roses from the bath soaps and candles. Sebastian dimmed the lights to make it more romantic. You sat in front of him while he took a loofa and caressed your body, getting the smell of the airplane off. He abandoned it for his own hands not 5 mins into the bath. You didn't mind it, you preferred it. He started at your shoulders rubbing them and kissing the area afterwards, his new beard he was sporting was tickling you a little bit making you giggle. 

Next he grabbed your chin to have you look at him giving you a strong passionate kiss. Midway you fully turned around and straddled his waist holding on to the back of his head to ground you. You both moan into each other's mouths getting more needy for one another. You rocked your hips back and forth on Sebastian's already hardened cock with how wet you were for him already. “Angel, baby I need you so bad, I need to be inside you right now.”  “Seb, oh baby, make me feel good.” He lifted you up a little bit and you sank down on his cock so easily. Sebastian threw his head back with how good you felt. You melted into him, staying still for a bit to get used to his size. No matter how many times you've had sex with him it takes a min to get used to him. Sebastian lifts his head and rests his forehead against yours. You started to move your hips up and down just enough to not let any water out of the tub.

"Draga, you feel so good, keep it up and we will be done sooner than I expected."  You throw your head back in ecstasy as your organism washes over you in now time. "Oh Sebastian cum for me baby, fill me up." “I’m cumming baby oh god you feel so fucking good. AHHHHH!” You both came together basking in your highs resting your foreheads together. You began to comb your hands through his hair to sooth him, he rubbed your back at the same time. You opened your eyes after your breathing came back to normal, Sebastian was already looking at you. Both of you having a silent conversation looking deep into each other's eyes, Sebastian lifted you up slightly with a little hiss and had you sit sideways in his lap. It was another 10 mins before the water really started to get cold and decided to get out of the tub. 

The rest of the week leading up to the golden globes was spent arranging the makeup artist for you and making sure you and Seb had the right outfits. You also spent days being lazy in his house but also taking in LA by hiking Runyun Canyon a few days and grocery shopping as well. It felt so domestic at times you wondered what it would be like to spend the rest of your life with Sebastian but you put that in the back of your head for another time. Little did you know Sebastian had packed a beautiful diamond engagement ring in his luggage and left it under his bed for the right time. 

The day of the golden globes came and it was super busy at Sebastian's house, even his longtime manager came by to check up on you two to make sure things were running smoothly. By 4pm you both were ready to go to the Beverly Hilton. It would take almost an hour to get there with how LA traffic was. Walking the red carpet with Sebastian as a couple was a huge deal and everyone took the opportunity to tell you and show you when the camera went absolutely crazy when you showed up. You both took pictures together and individually. You entered the ballroom just in time to have dinner served with plenty of champagne for the table. By the time all the plates were taken away the show was beginning to start. While the show was being broadcast you both sat holding each other's hand and never letting go. When they broke for commercials, that's when you both would stand and start talking to a few other actors. Paul Walter Hauser came over and introduced himself to you since he was at the table next to you. Sebastian looked over at you talking to Paul, one of best friends and his heart swelled. You looked like you were having an animated conversation with him and it made him happy.

Paul finally saw Sebastian looking over at you two and smiled. That was his way of saying ‘you have a good one here’ He came over to say hi to Paul and congratulate each other just before the broadcast came back. It was finally time for Sebastians category, you held his hand tight in yours your nerves were so high for him that your leg was bouncing so much he let go of your hand and started rubbing your thigh to calm you. You looked over at him and gave a small smile mouthing him a ‘thank you’. When they announced Evan had won the award you were more disappointed for Sebastian than he was for himself. He felt your body slack after that after being wound tight for the last 5 mins. He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “It's ok baby, it won't be the last one.” “I know sweetheart but I really wanted this for you, but understand I’m just happy you got nominated and are finally getting recognized for the hard work you have been doing.” “Thank you draga, I love you.” I love you too Sebastian.”

The night had been wonderful, at some point during the show you and Sebastian got to speak to Billy Porter you were in heaven. You both went to an after party at the chateau marmot and talked to more celebrities. By the time 1am rolled around you both were tired and ready to head home. Sebastian helped you out of your dress and shoes and you went to steal one of his t-shirts for the dresser. “Baby you looked wonderful tonight but seeing you in my shirt makes me love you even more.” “I only do it because it smells like you and helps me sleep better.” He is only in his dress pants at this moment, you're just taking him all in. Then he starts coming towards you and in no time he has you weak in the knees with a body numbing kiss. After the thought of breathing comes to you both you part with chests heaving staring into each others eyes. Its at this moment that Sebastian has his perfect moment to propose. “Draga, wait right here I have something for you.” Before you have the chance to say anything he is on the other side of the bed taking his luggage out. He comes back with his hands behind his back as he stands less than a foot away from you. 

“Sebastian baby, what is it?” With a big smile on his face he begins to get down slowly on one knee. Your lip is quivering at this moment ready to just ball your eyes out. “Y/N when you asked me out on live tv 5 months ago i knew that when i met you i would never regret it. Tonight I may not have won an award but you won my heart. Y/N Y/L/N  draga will you stand by me for every awards show, every premiere and every other milestone in our lives forever? MARRY ME BABY.”  You look at the beautiful sapphire engagement ring in the black box. Vision blurry which most likely you still have mascara running down your face. You look him in the eye and place your hand on his face with a water smile. “Yes Sebastian, I'll marry you. With all my heart.” He slipped the ring on your finger and you both just held each other for the next 10 mins just basking in the other's warmth and love. Finally parting he held your face in his hands and kissed you so softly and sweetly. 

“I love you y/n so much I can't wait to marry you.” “I love you too Sebastian forever and always.” 

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[destinyc1020]

The Curvy Film Critic Interviews Zendaya and Florence for "Dune: Part 2" 😁

Loved this interview! ❤️😁 She was Zendaya's first TV mom on Shake It Up 😊

Everything has come around full circle 😁

I love when she interviews ppl. I still remember when she interviewed Austin for "Elvis" lol 🤭

[shoutyourporpoise]

been letting my thoughts percolate on the Barbie film since I saw it over the weekend and: for one, I want to clarify that I had a lot of fun watching it. and for another, I am critiquing it because this is how I engage with movies I’m trying to actually think about. Complaining is my love language. The Barbie movie is funny and it also takes itself seriously and tries to establish that it’s making a Point, so I am also taking it seriously and evaluating it as such. Also this post is gonna be a total mess bc it’s just me tangenting over and over. Uh. Okay now that I’ve written it out it’s long as all fuck lemme add a readmore.

the way they handled Sasha from a costuming perspective bothered me. She’s introed to us dressed in all black tee and jeans, and over the course of the movie she undergoes Barbiefication with her top becoming a deep maroon and eventually ending the movie in a bright pink dress, which I should add is if anything even *more* girly than the pink pantsuit her mother Gloria ends up with. In this way, the film conveys her rejection of Barbie as not just a lack of connection with her mother, but as a disconnect from *her own* femininity which it implies she’s distances herself from because she thinks it’s shameful to be what the world thinks a woman is. Did they have to do that? We see other Barbies who don’t wear pink but manage to convey a very slick, costumey version of their job and I would not have minded seeing a camp Goth Social Justice Barbie costume by the end of the film.

but I think the thing that sticks in my craw the most is how Sasha’s Barbie Takedown Speech (which is supposed to be a mirror to Gloria’s Contradictory Womanhood Speech*) is grounded in real criticisms people have of Barbie, which is blunted by the fact that Barbieland as shown in the movie is explicitly more diverse than Barbie is now. The comment Sasha makes about body image issues to Stereo Barbie is supposed to be seen as clearly ridiculous once she goes to Barbieland and meets Barbies of all body types including fat ones, when I know for a fact that at present the “curvy” Barbie body type on the market is like at BEST someone on the edge between midsize and plus. And that was introduced alongside the petite and tall makes like…I think less than a decade ago?

it’s also the fact that Stereo Barbie is metatextually both an individual doll and the representation of Barbie as a collective. She defends herself to Sasha by citing the other Barbie’s’ accomplishments because for her they are all inseparable and almost interchangeable. In theory this is how every Barbie works, but by having Margot Robbie (“Stereotypical Barbie”) be the one to go out into Los Angeles and get Velveteen Rabbitted into being real by the Ghost Mother-God of Ruth Handler** it also sets an interesting tone for Sasha’s critique because she’s not just yelling at some white woman, she’s yelling at a white woman who represents a collective of Barbies that are more diverse than she is and also critically less Real than she is.***

also I know the part where Sasha calls Barbie a fascist is supposed to be funny bc it’s a very Teen Angry thing to say to someone you disagree with but. I mean lol she goes back to Barbieland to find that the Kendom**** has taken over and then goes “we must return everything back to our Ideal Past where the Kens were merely decorative and to do this we must hatch a plot to prevent them from voting” lmao. Obviously after that she has the conversation with Ken and they have the briefest scene going “maybe we should all be equal and individual” but WILD thing to see after the fascist line. Also uh. Sentiment is cool and all but where actually do the Kens live. Are they back to being homeless.

*hey how come hearing about how womanhood is multifaceted and contradictory deprograms the Barbies from patriarchal Ken conditioning…into agreeing with one another completely? None of the Barbies were like “hey I meant it I liked taking a Brain Vacation where I didn’t need to bear the load of decision making?” None of them were like “What the Ken’s did was wrong but maybe we can talk to them the same way you’ve talked to us to make them understand this hurts them?” None of them were like “love y’all but I am not sitting through 4 hours of guitar to turn my friends Ken against each other through making them jealous?” No??? Women are complex and contain multitudes but those multitudes all align? Or am I supposed to accept that they all agree because even after exposure to both patriarchy and the “antidote” of feminism they are still insufficiently Real to think complexly?

**also given the opening of Barbie mentioning that she was groundbreaking because she was a doll that represented an aspirational adult woman so girls were no longer consigned to motherhood it is VERY interesting that they had her introduce herself at the end of the film as Barbara Handler***** rather than her canonical name of Barbara Roberts, thereby cementing herself as Ruth’s daughter. Why frame Ruth as the mother to her creation just because she named the doll after her real-life child? Why not emphasize that she, too, broke the mold of motherhood by becoming a businesswomen and creative entrepreneur? Like cool cool get a pithy jab in about the double mastectomy and the tax fraud but why not engage more deeply with her as a businesswoman given that the film’s opening volley is that women are capable of being things other than mothers?

***and they’re less Real in more ways than one! If you look at posts showing which doll each Barbie represents, you will see that many of the women of color are either playing a racebent version of an existing doll, are an amalgam of other doll concepts, or are created from whole cloth. Again, Sasha’s speech is grounded in real-life critiques of Barbie, but the film’s more diverse casting undermines that speech because in *this* universe Barbie is less of a tool of white hegemony. Did you know that besides the red-sareed doll from the Dolls of the World collection, we didn’t see an Indian Barbie until *last year?* If you were going off the impressions of the movie you might not have known that!

****also I get that it’s supposed to be a twist that the enemies aren’t the Mattel executives; it’s Ken learning about patriarchy and bringing it back to Barbieland. And we’re supposed to be like “oh cool Will Farrell’s character genuinely cares about inspiring little kids with Barbie!” but it *does* leave the issue of the boardroom being maidenless still very much there which I guess is solved by…they have the ghost of Ruth Handler there? …I guess this is one of those lines you’re not allowed to fully cross if you’re making a movie approved by Mattel?

*****yep I get the joke to the ending line and it’s funny in the moment but now I’ve thought about it for more than two seconds and like. Okay so the setup for the punchline is that when she’s catcalled by guys IRL and then mentions she doesn’t have a vagina (and Ken doesn’t have a penis) so they’re all smooth down there. Given her total lack of knowledge of the world outside of Barbieland how do. Any of them know what a vagina is to deny having one. I assume Midge has a detachable belly bc that’s what her doll was too, so she doesn’t…have a vagina either. And because the gynecologist joke happens after she becomes Real what does that say? That your genitals are what make you Real (or worse, that a vagina is what makes you a real woman because you cannot call upon the lack of one to protect you from catcallers)? Is Hari Nef’s Dr. Barbie trans? What does that imply would’ve happened to her if she became Real?

Okay wait now I’m on *this* thread of thought. So Dr. Barbie is horrified when Stereo Barbie’s feet go flat to point of fake-ralphing alongside all the other Barbies, so that implies she…wasn’t assigned Ken at birth? Because otherwise why would a Barbie having flat feet be so shocking to her? Are there no possibilities for transition in Barbieland are you either a Barbie or a Ken (or Allan)? Actually yeah hey Barbie’s feet going flat is sort of an aspect of her body not conforming to her gender isn’t it??? They could’ve done something there maybe.

And look I know casting Hari Nef made a number of people very angry and that it’s a stone on the scale for letting trans people just play roles that have nothing to do with their transness which is cool but also why *didn’t* this movie have anything more than a passing nod to Earring Magic Ken and then call that a day for representing the franchise as it is? The racial casting attempts to make the franchise more diverse, so why not do the same for gender and sexual orientation? There are actually already two Barbies released for the BMR1959 60th anniversary collection who have “Ken” builds; why aren’t they in there; get them some rep!!

I guess this is maybe a lot to ask of a film with a runtime under two hours but given how it hyped itself up I didn’t see it address the whiteness baked into the Barbie franchise or how it reifies cishet ideals beyond the implication that everyone acts Like That because it’s how girls are expected to play with their Barbies. When they went to the Real World (cinemasins ding implying LA is the real world) I wish in all the facets of womanhood they showed us we got to see ANY queerness made explicit. I would’ve eaten my own fingers to see a butch on that screen.

…I guess at the end I feel about this the way I feel about Legally Blonde? It’s trying to have a dialogue with both itself and with the culture in which it’s made re: attitudes towards femininity and it’s a VERY fun watch but ultimately lies back on existing ideas about gender without bothering to interrogate it as much as those who love the film claims that it does.

[caitlin666]

The issues I have with Uglies by Scott Westerfeld especially to do with the books ideals of beauty

I have a really weird love-hate relationship with this series. I love the characters and worldbuilding, but some of the themes are really icky.

I had a love-hate relationship with these books in school. I loved the world building and characters and sci-fi stuff like hoverboards. But in the books a young teen who is an “ugly” (or normal looking person in our society) becomes a “pretty” or perfect looking person through a complex surgery, and preteen and young teen me was so insecure and so scared that I would never be pretty because I wouldn’t get the surgery.

I thought the beauty standards were never explicitly revealed or defined in the books but I re read quotes and plot summaries, as apparently a pretty needs to be

-skinny but not chubby just “healthy curvy”

-symmetrical face

-dimples

-big eyes

-small nose

-big lips

-no pimples or blemishes

-long hair if you’re a girl

-muscles and abs if you’re a guy

-“not too short but not too tall”

-“not too pale but not too dark” (which lowkey has racist undertones)

For reference, swimsuit models in our time (their past) would be considered ugly and A list top tier celebrities would be considered “almost pretty.”

Apparently “natural pretties” do exist who do not need the surgery, but are EXTREMELY rare, apparently like a 1 in a million chance if that. Maybe even 1 in 10 million.

Some fans headcanon supermodel Taylor Hill as a natural pretty.

Literally every character aside from a select few who are “rebels” get the surgery and I thought there was something deeply wrong with me (even though I initially I wasn’t even a teen yet I was 12) and that insecurity carried into early high school honestly. I feel like Mean Girls (a movie filmed in 2004) has a similar premise but a way better execution because Cady realises being a plastic (or popular pretty girl) is bad and wrong. It isn’t glamorized in anyway like being a “pretty” in the uglies series is.

The “uglies” and most students at Mean Girls high school are seen as inferior to the “pretties” or plastics but ultimately it plays out differently and with mean girls the story actually makes sense. It NEVER made me insecure because funnily enough the plot was super secure and had a strong message. Uglies didn’t. You could even compare a character in Uglies; Shay to Janis in Mean Girls in that they are dark haired tomboys and they want nothing to do with beauty or popularity and are rebels, however Shay ultimately conforms and becomes a pretty and Janis never conforms

MOST books I read as a preteen and young teen were pretty innocent stuff like vampires and mermaids and fairies and princesses along with mindless chick lit about high school drama that wasnt anything serious and overall fun. But yeah unfortunately I did read this series lol. Even divergent and hunger games which I read were also sci-fi but it wasn’t glamorised in anyway.

One person commented in an uglies book review video how back in high school, popular girls started calling anyone who wasn’t popular an ugly shortly after the books came out.

What’s crazier is that I forgot about these books for YEARS since like 16 (I am 20 now) when I FINALLY started to feel comfortable in my own skin (funnily enough the same age when characters also become pretty), but only recently like a week ago I remembered them and all the weird memories started flooding back.

I was so scared a guy wouldn’t ever find me attractive because I didn’t fit into that hyper specific mold and looking back that is SO fucked up like what the actual fuck. I would sometimes spend hours examining my face thinking that there was something deeply wrong with me and super upset I couldn’t get a surgery to become perfectly beautiful.

When someone becomes a pretty, aside from having the surgery to look beautiful, pretties become brainwashed to be airheaded and not have critical thinking skills. But aside from that, they can party and shop and have no boundaries or limits. There’s no overall drawbacks to being a pretty and that’s why it feels glamourized. Pretties aren’t even mean aside from judging “ugly” people (who are normal looking) and that’s only because they have been brainwashed to act that way.

I’m also going to compare this book to two kids movies. The first being Shrek. Fiona is a gorgeous princess who has a curse on her to become an unattractive ogre at night. Fiona learns to love all aspects and facets on herself and decides to fully become an ogre and embrace herself and learns beauty comes from within. Tally the main character of Uglies, starts off being “ugly” then becomes “pretty” and then becomes “special” an intimidating looking pretty who’s a crime fighter. The series ends with her not being brainwashed anymore but her still looking like a special. A better ending would be for her to stop looking pretty or special and becoming her “ugly” self again but embracing it and learning beauty comes from within and she doesn’t have to be pretty or ugly, she can just be the best version of herself.

Another movie is Ugly Dolls. In the movie, dolls are separated into two towns, Ugly Town and Perfectville. Six ugly dolls want to become perfect, so they travel to perfectville and try to complete a series of challenges, struggling along the way. Ugly dolls never go into stores but pretty dolls are. The leader of perfectville is scared that ugly dolls won’t ever sell. However, the ugly dolls defeat the leader and get into stores, and the kids love them. The two towns merge into imperfectville, and extreme beauty standards don’t exist anymore.

Also I’m going to mention that the third uglies book called Specials is kinda glamorizing cutting (self harm) and even had a gang called The Cutters. I blocked most of that out of my head so I can’t recall much.

Various “pretty” characters also starve themselves to make themselves seem “bubbly” which was pretty slang for “cool.” That was also messed up.

It’s sad though because I loved the hoverboards and the other tech in the books but unfortunately it got overshadowed by the messed up beauty messages. Apparently Netflix is making a movie with Joey King as Tally but I don’t know whether it will be good or not.

Lemme know your thoughts below!

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

The things I wanted to see in CARS...

I'm one of the few weirdos out there who actually digs, no... Not just digs, **loves** CARS.

Time to turn in my "animation fan" card, huh?

Yes that's right, the 2006 Pixar film that was largely conceived and mapped out by the incredibly talented Jorgen Klubien, but highjacked by a very overzealous John Lasseter, who pretty much wrote Jorgen's contributions to the movie out of the official production history. Anyways- Yeah, whoever actually made that movie, I love it.

And it's honestly very refreshing to see a generation who grew up watching that movie regarding it as "top tier Pixar" or "cinema". I was there from the start, I knew back then that it was pretty cool. CARS came out when I was 13 years old, and that young animation enthusiast back then loved it every bit as much as previous Pixar darlings like the TOY STORY movies, FINDING NEMO, and THE INCREDIBLES... While everyone else around them jeered that it was their first misstep, or it just was not as good as their previous movies. That it was just a DOC HOLLYWOOD rip-off. (A movie that no one would've ever thought of, until Pixar made something... See also, HERMAN'S HEAD being dredged up from the past when INSIDE OUT was being released.) Even THE SIMPSONS made a joke about CARS being regarded as a Pixar black sheep. Oh, and the endless discussion, "How does that world work??? It makes no sense???" (Please don't show these people 1940s and 1950s talking vehicle cartoons, lol.)

The previous whipping post/designated "weak link" was A BUG'S LIFE. No surprise, a relatively "simpler" fable that wasn't interested in reinventing the wheel... (And that too has been reclaimed, particularly for its not-so-subtle parallels.) Interestingly, CARS was conceived in the mid-1990s, and in another timeline it would've been the third Pixar movie *after* A BUG'S LIFE. I feel both movies had a lot in common, so this linking just confirms that for me.

Anyways, yeah... I knew it all along, but it's cool to see younger folk have held onto it since seeing it as kids and hold it up in high regard. The kids are alright, they know don't they? Just like they did with animated financial flops of the 2000s such as THE EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE, and critical duds like ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE. But that's what happens when adults go into an animated feature expecting something that specifically caters to their tastes, eh?

So, yeah, CARS of course spawned a massive franchise - and remained a thorn in the side of AH-dult animation fans and anal-retentive types who insist that Pixar only put out one specific kind of movie. CARS' success in 2006 lead to two theatrical sequels, two spin-offs produced by Disney's defunct animation studio Disneytoon (who handled direct-to-video movies and such), a ton of short films, and even a Disney+ series that came out last year.

However, I find it rather unusual that two of my favorite things pertaining to automobiles were *never* in these movies...

A) One of my all-time favorite cars...

Dodge Vipers.

The Viper was in production from 1991 to 2010, a short hiatus occurred, then it returned in 2013... But then the Viper ceased to be in 2017. It's seemingly a relic now, a car contained to the 1990s... But I'll always love the Viper, no two ways about that. Video games I had and played religiously starting in 1998 had a Dodge Viper option, and I fell in love with that car right off the bat.

And yet, not a single CARS movie, show, short, etc.... Had a Dodge Viper in it... Why you do me dirty like that, Pixar? I know that the series could only have so many kinds of real-life licensed vehicles in it, but the Viper was still a thing when the first movie came out and when the second movie was in production... And the third movie, for that matter...

Why no Vipers?

Ah well, Lightning McQueen kind of looks like a late '90s/early '00s Dodge Viper GTS Coupe anyways. The curvy front, the back spoiler, I kinda think so. No?

So yeah... No Vipers... I'm sure Pixar will continue this franchise in some way or another. CARS ON THE ROAD debuted in September 2022, which was five years after the release of CARS 3... The only new CARS stuff that came out in those five years were... Shorts, I think? There was at least one PIXAR POPCORN short dedicated to it. And it's very possible that show gets a second season, even if one of the people instrumental in it and other CARS media - Steve Purcell - got let go from Pixar.

Thing is, CARS 3 didn't really do all that good. Lowest grossing mainline movie in the series, and one of Pixar's lowest grossing in the pre-COVID years at that. $383m isn't terrible by any means, but against a $175m production budget... And when you compare that to what CARS 1 made in 2006 *without* the aid of 3D or IMAX or any premium formats... 11 years earlier, when tickets cost less... Yeah, I think that film kind of was the end? Disneytoon would've made more vehicle movies, such as a spacecraft movie that was set for 2019 and a movie about subway trains, but Disneytoon was shut down after Lasseter was ousted from every position of his at The Walt Disney Company. It's as if he kept DT on life support in the post-Eisner era.

But then again, it's still apparently an easy moneymaker for Disney, so a fourth movie could happen. Or another Disney+ series. After all, Cars Land is a thing among other various parks stuff.

I dunno, I just wanna Viper in a CARS movie or show!

And, also, I'm a weirdo. I'll gladly take another few of those movies, especially if they pay for more originals at Pixar.

So, what else did these movies not have?

B) Beach Boys songs about cars... And other classic cars songs, at that!

Okay, so I am a massive fan of The Beach Boys... And in their early years, roughly 1961-mid 1964, they did a lot of songs about cars amidst the burgeoning "hot rod rock" scene. Classics such as '409', 'Shut Down', 'Little Deuce Coupe'...

... heck a whole LITTLE DEUCE COUPE album filled to the brim with car songs, in addition to songs like 'Don't Worry Baby', 'Little Honda', etc. etc. etc.

Anyways, I can literally smell the motor oil when I hear these songs. Once leader Brian Wilson started producing the group, he really brought a level of immersion to these songs via the harmonies and arrangement of the instruments. Like, these songs define "car song".

Outside of The Beach Boys, you have songs such as fellow surf group Jan & Dean's car tunes. Here's a banger one, 'My Mighty G.T.O.':

About half of the soundtrack of CARS 1 was vintage stuff, but not really car stuff. I mean, you did have 'Route 66' by Chuck Berry, a road song for sure, but a song like the two above. That being, I always loved the needledrop choices in that one: 'Sh-Boom', 'My Heart Would Know', the cover of 'Life Is a Highway', etc. In addition to the songs recorded specifically for it.

Because CARS 2 largely sidelined its racing stuff for a spy plot, there wasn't much car song stuff to go around. And weirdly enough, that movie has a cover of 'You Might Think' by The Cars... You would think (hah) that they'd use the original version by **The Cars**? What is with these movies?

CARS 3 thankfully circled back to this kind of musical backdrop, but it was just a few covers of road songs and some new stuff, like Dan Auerbach's 'Run That Race'. Good stuff, but... No '60s hot rod songs!

Heck, if they ever made a fourth film or another series... I'd be down with it being set in the '60s. I'd legit love for it to be a straight up 1960s racing movie, as that was a prevalent subgenre back in the day. Something like those film reels of Doc Hudson's races that we saw in CARS 3, but as a whole series or film. Complete with the grain and worn out film texture. Hire me Pixar, I'll pitch you that and direct it, and I'll stuff it with all those '50s and '60s car song needledrops!

...

This piece was largely written in jest. Who am I to tell an animation studio what to do? Lol.

[thecurvycritic]

Happy Valentines Day

Who hasn’t fallen in love or had their heart broken or loved someone who didn’t love you back the way you wanted them to?  Almost everyone right?  So, whether you are spending the holiday alone or with the love of your life, Valentine’s Day is upon us!  Get some Chocolate Wine, popcorn and your trigger finger ready to do some serious streaming of what I consider to be my  Top Five Romantic…

[elennemigo]

2nd ✧ Amazon Studios released a new scene from “The Electrical Life of Louis Wain” ✧ Interview with Indiewire.

4th ✧ New photoshoot and interview with The New York Times. (Interview and Gallery)  (Transcript)

✧ The Power of the Dog Official Trailer. + New posters. 

6th ✧ Benedict and Sophie attended the 10th Annual LACMA FILM+ARTS GALA in LA. (Gallery)

7th ✧ Interview with Filmink.

✧ Benedict on CSB Sunday Morning.

✧ TPOTD press conference in LA. (Clips x x x . Pics: x x x x x )

8th ✧ Interview with ABC Radio National. (Audio)

9th ✧ New photoshoot and interview for Esquire UK. (Transcript)

10th ✧ Benedict participation at the Tmall Single’s Day event. (He starts at 4:50:07)

11th ✧ Short interview for Reuters during the Venice Film Festival, recently posted.

✧ Benedict guest at Jimmy Kimmel Live!

✧ TPOTD premiere at the AFI Fest in Los Angeles. (Gallery + Red carpet and Interviews x x x x x x)

✧ TPOTD AFI Fest Q&A. (Gallery) (Clip x x x x) (THR article)

13th ✧ Benedict interview with The Irish Times.

14th ✧ Benedict Cumberbatch talks TPOTD and TELOLW at Deadline Contenders panels. (Gallery 1 and 2)

15th

✧ List for all the TPOTD press junket. (⚠ Beware of possible spoilers!)

Stack magazine.

Digital Spy.

Bonnie Laufer Krebs

Tara Hitchcock

Jake’s Takes

Steve Hargrave *

ET Canada

MBC2 Channel

The Curvy Critic

VPRO Cinema *

The  playlist. (audio)

NewstalkFM

BBC Talking Movies *

Entertainment Weekly

News Sky

PopCultureConfidential (audio)

CineXpress

AVClub

Collider

* Done during the Venice FF but posted now.

All these interviews were posted in different days, but I put them all here so you have them all together in one place.

16th ✧ Spider-man: No Way Home second trailer.

✧ Outtakes from the Esquire UK phothosoot.

17th ✧ Benedict guest at Late Night with Seth Meyers.

18th ✧ New photoshoot and interview with NME magazine.

25th ✧ Some TELOLW behind the scenes pics from Benedict make up and prosthetics.( x x x )

✧ Interview with Empire UK, January issue. (scans)

30th ✧ TPOTD new promo still announcing the release of the film on Netflix.

                             »»———FIN———-««

[celestialrequiem]

Days of Candy Chapter 2

Warnings: CreepyDark!Duncan Shepherd, sexual harassment, dubcon/non? (just to be safe) touching, dirty talk, possessive Duncan, abuse of power, manipulative Duncan, male masturbation, forced kiss, cockwarming, mention of rape and abuse (but none in the chapter), housewife kink, implied age gap, corruption kink, innocence kink, implied homophobia, mention of anxiety, depression and mental disorders, misogyny kink, corruption kink, sexism, implied age gap, Duncan‘s dirty thoughts, sir kink, praise kink.

Summary: In the small town of Willowdale, Y/N finds her dull life as a waitress at a mediocre diner get a little more interesting when the mysterious and daunting Sheriff takes an interest in her.

Pairing: Duncan Shepherd x Naive/shy reader

This is the first thing I ever written and posted so sorry if this is bad, please give me any constructive feedback/criticism to improve! I am new to this please don’t hate it too much lmao.

Author’s note : This series will have dubious consent and sexual harassment. It is a dark story about a Corrupt Sheriff’s who manipulates people so if you are uncomfortable with that please don’t read! This story deals hugely with sexism as its based in the late 50s/60s.

Thanks to @bloodcoatedeclipse for reading through some parts of it and giving me feedback lmaoo.

I didn’t use a lot of 50s/60s slang just two besides swell and gal

Flip your lid - go crazy

Nifty/groovy - cool or cool vibes

Word count: 5.6k

“what a perfect view doll, bend down, y’ur ass stickin out, all for me all in this lonely night”, a familiar voice said seductively

You quickly get up, feeling flustered, adjusting the hem of your skirt as you hold the mop close to your body

“Sh-sh-sheriff what are you doing here?”, Feeling nauseous because of his presence, alone, at night…after that previous incident.

“What does it look like doll? I am here to pick you up.”, Duncan says with confidence as if the question you are asking him is the stupidest he has heard

You immediately, look up to him. He was wearing a brown greaser jacket, you felt it is similar to jacket Xavier might have had…this made your heart sink, what didn’t help is when you realized how attractive he is because of the result of the rain, his beard is glistering from the reflections of the diner’s lighting despite it being dull.

You felt your heart beat.

“No, its okay its a walking distance”  

“I can’t let a beautiful young dame like yourself walk alone now can I? Hop in the car once you’r are done.”

You blinked at him not knowing how to respond, you feel shy when you talk to him, always not knowing how to answer him back..maybe because he knew Xavier?

Or maybe because he had so much power as a sheriff..and you are sure he is going to be re-elected again next year. He apparently helped a lot of people to get out of debts but that makes you wonder how does he get all this money? Did Xavier know?

He seems like he is waiting for your answer, as his hands are on his waist, around his handcuffs and keys, and his lips playing with the toothpick lingering on his mouth

You easily get stuck in your head, you snap back to reality:  “it is okay, you don’t need to do - ”

He interrupts your sentence, “is there something you would like to say to me doll?, cause it looks like you just don’t want my company is that it?”  You felt his chest vibrate from how he uttered that question, it sounded nearly unintelligible.

You felt your heart pounding, sweat forming on your forehead. You didn't want to make him angry. “No no of course I want your company!, let me finish up and I will meet ya outside.”  You agitatedly vocalize your statement while looking at the ground

He loves that he can always get his way with you. You make it so easy.

He hums in approval

“No its alright I will wait for ya, love seeing you doing those house chores like a pretty little housewife. It is a sight dollface”, he chuckles while eyeing you up and down.

You pause, feeling tensed.

“Go on, continue” as he gives himself a seat, across from you to see you working and see your face.

He does love seeing your rear, but he loves seeing you flustered when he gazes at you.

You shakily start mopping the floor, every second feels like torture. Hoping he doesn’t realize the effect he has on you.

But however he has noticed, he is mused that he has power of you, makes his cock excited

“Am I making you nervous babydoll?” He cooes, shifting his toothpick on his lip, left to right with a slyish grin

You ignore him, giving him your side angle, while mopping away from him. You give him your back figure which makes me angry and hard at the same time.

“eye on me little lady”,  he says in a harsh tone, punctuating each word slowly

You respond back to him surprised with your confidence as you look at the door behind him, scared to look at him in the eyes, “can you please let me finish and you can take me home…” 

“Watch your manners baby, or you are in it for a spankin’, declares it with raised eyebrows.

You blush, why is he talking to you that way? it’s not like you were his wife….

Was he that touchy and talkative with you when Xavier was your boyfriend?

Carissa has told you no, he started acting differently ever since Xavier went missing and then declared dead.

“S-sorry sheriff”, you shift back to your older position, so that Duncan can see your face, and continue mopping

He likes when you are eyes are engaging with his eyes, he is waiting for the day when you touch yourself on his bed with your legs spread wide open for his wolf-like eyes to take in the view as you chant his name like prayer to give you the command for you to finally cum, while staring at him with your chastely eyes.

As you mop the floor, motioning it back and forth towards Duncan, your curvy body was in motion as well. He hoped you didn’t re-button your dress again, as he can take in the view of your breasts jiggling again. His eyes lingering slowly all over his favourite parts of your body, your neck, lips, neck, waist and hips . He noticed how nervous you are, there were fear in your eyes, you felt naked in his eyes because of his alpha-like eyes, giving you goosebumps.

You saw his pupils dilated not sure why.

-

After 15 minutes of awkward silence and Duncan forcing you to look at him as you were mopping the floor, you hoped the floor looks fine and that your boss Bob doesn’t get mad the next day.

You are not going to lie, you always wanted to be in his car. It was a dream car. You have seen them a lot in magazines, you don’t know much about cars but you do know this one, 1956 Chevy Bel Air, with a unique colour. White with purple around the edges, elaborate taillight and chrome highlights.

This was the first time you got close to the car, Your head started to hurt, you stood your ground, as you remember fragments of Xavier riding a similar car but in red.

Duncan realizes you might have remembered something…fuck fuck fuck, he hoped you didn’t remember what he didn’t want you to remember..

His hands grips your hand to make you snap out of it before you dig deeper into your suppressed memories.

“you alright there, doll?” Faking his concern you don’t know that, as he opens the door for you to hop in

“Ye..ah..” I am fine” you softly respond. His hand leaves your hand and goes to your back to shift you to get into his car.

You hop in his car, the car felt new, smell of leather with a mix of aged.. cigarettes smoked probably by Shepherd.

-

The car ride was silent.. he has an old song playing which makes it even more unbearable.

Midnight with the stars and you

Midnight and a rendezvous

Your eyes held a message tender

Saying "I surrender all my love to you

“How old is this song anyway?” You mention in annoyance with your right hand on the the rest that is placed near the door handle

Duncan has a wide smile on his face, happy that you are finally making a conversation with him.

“it’s from the 1930s I believe.....besides I don’t like the weird music you youngsters listen to nowadays..what was it Elvis Presley and The Beatles? They aint manly, jiggling all around with their bobby haircuts”  removing his hands from the steering wheel to motion with his hand the disapproval.

You giggle, and his heart skips a bit. Fuck. He couldn’t believe he made you giggle. Xavier always made you giggle and it frustrated him.

“The Beatles are swell….but James Dean has my heart. I loved his style in that movie, particularly his red jacket in Rebel Without a Cause.. it’s nifty.” You state swoonly as you gaze out of the window.

Midnight brought us sweet romance

I know all my whole life through

I'll be remembering you, whatever else I do

Midnight with the stars and you

He thought maybe that’s why you liked Xavier, he bought a similar red jacket as James Dean from the film several days after meeting you. Xavier also had that rebel vibe to him. He remembered his friend as well being a fan of Marlon Brando hence why he wanted to be an actor. To move out of the suburbs, to go to the dreamland..to Hollywood with you. You used to always want to be around him, he didn’t let the deputies patrol the drive in, since he always saw you there with him. He hated seeing you with his friend but he can’t help himself, he wanted to always be near you, see you and to one day feel your skin on his skin.

His jaw clenched and his brows furrowed as he starts to get jealous over a dead man.

You noticed his face seems boiling from rage as his hands gripped forcibly the steering wheel…you don’t know why. Scared to ask so you just continue gazing at the view in locomotion from the car window, as your sheer scarf around your head blowing from the impact of the window.

You loved the aftermath of the rain, the order after the chaos.

-

After a few minutes, The sheriff parks in front of your house. It’s 12 AM.

The house you lived in was basic, owned by your deceased father. It was a small house with a small balcony, it looks a little bit like a tree house. Wooden with no paint job. With a white door to enter the house, two small front steps and a small terrace, where you tend to read the Woman magazines.

He can’t wait for you to live in his house. Especially since he is a veteran who served in the Second World War, the government provided him with the perfect suburban American Dream home.

“Thanks for the ride, Sheriff.” you shyly state, about to open the door of his fancy car.

“Nah -ah -ah not too fast, you have to be punished.” He sings in a mocking tone with a daunting smirk.

You were nervously fidgeting, you don’t know why maybe because you are worried you might have done something that might be incriminating especially with your memory loss situation.

“What? What for?” you gullibly ask, looking up to him.

“You lied to me, you told me you had a doctor appointment when it fact you finish your shift late, kitten” , you see him remove the toothpick that was on his plump lips and put it on the ledge behind the steering wheel.

Oh thank God-

but why should I be punished for this? You didn’t know what to say to him so you just look at his eyes, waiting for any instructions.

He remarks that, he loves how obedient you are to him.

“Come closer, suga’r ” he taps his chest motioning you to come closer to him

What is the punishment? Is he going to spank me?

But we are not married why would he??

You timidly move close to him, refusing to make eye contact with him.

He lifts up your chin, bringing your face near his and your gaze to his.

“Kiss me or else I won’t let you leave this car”, Duncan whispers seductively as he shuts your window’s car seat and secures that your door is locked, trapping you in.

“..N…no..o” Duncan this isn’t right”,  you respond back.

As you shift back to your seat, Duncan aggressively grips your waist with his right hand and grips your chin with his left hand, forces you into a kiss and he goes deep and sensual, demanding access to your mouth but you instantly deny him entry.

This angers him, he aggressively yanks your hair, you gasp giving Duncan the chance to insert his tongue, he needed to taste your mouth.

You try biting his upper lip, he decides to lift up your weak body from your seat, manhandling you, without breaking from the kiss, you feel his strong hands spank you harsh. You whimper loudly.

This made his cock twitch, lust filling him at the thought of your spanked, bare ass turning into crimson-like imprints by his own hand; or by the paddle with his name engraved, so that his name can be imprinted on your ass…maybe next time.

He is waiting for you to make a bad move again so he can discipline you this way, even if you weren’t his bride yet.

You break the kiss gasping for air, “D..Duuncan..stop” you panted with watery eyes, trying to break away from his grasps, with your hands pushing his muscular chest. He didn’t take no for answer. Removing your hands out of the way with his claw-like hands and putting them around his broad back. He then forcefully dragged you onto his lap to straddle his thick thighs, “be a good girl now, you don’t want to be spanked now don’t you?”

He linked his lips with your lips with urgence and dominance. His tongue dancing with yours, wet and minty from the flavoured cigarettes he tends to smokes.

You felt one of his hands leave your waist and lingering underneath your skirt to cup your clothed sex.

A deep growl leaves his chest

He dreamt of touching this pussy for years. Your soft and squishy puffy lips felt so good on his rough manly hand.

You let out a soft gasp with eyes wide open in surprise, and broke away from the kiss to come up for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Duncan grabs your chin, not giving you a second to breath and continues his assault on your lips and your clothed pussy. His middle finger going from your slit all the way to your swollen clit while his index and his forefinger are on your lips, touching you slowly with his hand. He wanted to make you wet before you left.

Your face flushed, you don’t remember if you reached that base with Xavier yet or not…he was your first boyfriend.

This felt forbidden, having his hands all around you.

You felt like you wanted to go to the bathroom, you were worried it might have been your period?

His tongue feels like hot water burning your skin. He claimed your mouth with intensity. You feel your knees weakened, Duncan filling all your senses.

You are so close to his body, your head in the crook of his neck, eyes closed, you feel his warmth and felt his heart beating quick. You put your hands on his golden badge situated on his right chest, reflected in the moon light, to try and push him away, but he didn’t budge.  

he left your assaulted mouth, hearing you panting heavily, and started licking at the column of your neck, his hand leaves your pussy and goes to your bared fleshed upper thigh, his hand moving in a reciprocating motion.  

You felt his beard tickling your left check and your neck, His hot soft grunts and warm breath sends shivers down your body and to your aching pussy

Not sure if it’s lust? Is this how you felt with Xavier ?

You bit down on your bottom lip trying to hold back a sob or was it a moan? 

“Duncan, I don’t feel good”

He knows he is making you feel good, you just need guidance that’s all.

“Why are you moaning then huh?” He chuckles, you felt his chest vibrating from his laughter, giving you goosebumps.

“give in baby, let me take care of you, that’s what Xavier would’ve wanted” he mutters darkly

your stomach twisting into a nervous knot, is this what Xavier would’ve wanted?

“Re-ally?”  You utter quietly with a blush heating up around your neck and cheeks.

He didn’t hear you. Thank God

he gets closer to your ear and whispers,“Knew you’d taste so sweet, just like candy, I wonder what’s the rest of you taste like hm?”

He aggressively bites your earlobe, his hot breath danced on your ear, “I bet just like those pancakes you serve me every morning, thick and creamy.” In a lustful tone.

You squirmed uncomfortably on his lap, felt something touch your stomach, he lets out a profound loud rumble, you look up at him out of shock, his wide blown eyes have now darken.

He looks at your lips that is now glistering and swollen from the kiss, he finally marked a part of you with his spit, he can’t wait to corrupt your other holes.

He decided to let go, this was enough to get him by in the meantime.

You felt his hand loosening around your waist. You take that chance to go back to your seat.

“I….I.. think you need to leave Sir, thanks for the ride”, your hands nervously twist with each other on your lap as you mentally facepalm yourself

“Sir” where did that come from?

Hearing you call him Sir made him groan silently and made his cock stir painfully against the zipper of his pants.

His already rigorous cock getting harder. Duncan trying to recollect himself and not fuck you for the first time in the backseat of his car.. he thought you deserved better than that..a shy innocent young server…probably a virgin.

Well he hoped you still were a virgin, he hoped that fucker didn’t take your virginity. he wanted to claim you for himself, every part of you.

“Why don’t you leave then birdie?”

You felt your thighs automatically clenched and your pussy tingling.

he never called you that, why did you like him calling you that?

Duncan saw your legs clamping together and took note of that. He also didn’t realize you can blush harder than that….you realized you were in his car….idiot

You got out of his car and you heard Duncan tsk out of annoyance, “where is your manners kitten?”

Whats up with him? You thought to yourself.. you thanked him before why do you have to thank him again?

You did not care anymore, you just wanted to back home without any problems and arguments

You huffed in annoyance, “Thanks for the ride Sheriff.”

You uncomfortably felt him linger at your figure as you walked back to your house.

He loves seeing you in motion.you move better than the waves of the ocean, smoothly and flawlessly. His steel blue eyes scanned you up and down, consuming in your body with hunger; that waitress dress in pale blue making you look even more innocent and seductive, an odd combination. He believes only you can do that, besides Marilyn Monroe.

He hoped he can see you from your window, with no curtains or an open curtain, so that he can watch you domestically, wondering how you look like touching yourself when you feel needy at night, if you did touch yourself.

-

You entered home safe and sound then the realization hit you…. how does he know where you live? You didn’t give him your address? But then again he is the sheriff, he probably has access to all that information but …does he know everyone’s address by hard?..you doubt that.  Maybe he visited you with Xavier?

-

After he saw you close the door, he paused for a second to relish the taste of you left on his lips and was about to put his key back to the ignition, until he saw something interesting.. that made him much harder than he already was… your arousal on the seat of his car.

He reclined his head back to the head restraint,

“Fuck.. you are trying to kill me doll?"

He was so tempted to taste your arousal… he felt like an animal as he brought his index to his seat that was tainted with your nectar and brought it back to his lips.

A hungry growl grumbled in his chest, “tastier than any fuckin candy”

His chest was full of pride, he was glad he made you wet. Not Xavier. Him

He opens his car’s compartment, there lies a stolen panty of yours covered in blood from that day, he didn’t want your fresh arousal going to waste, mixing it with your bloody panty.

After arriving home that day because of sexual urges, he relieved himself to thought of you for a second time, with his left hand holding your used panty from a year ago and his right hand unbuckling his belt, to reveal his throbbed cock. He smeared on his long length, the pre-cum leaking at the head.

Working on his cock, he brings your panty to his nose to sniff your dried blood blended with your womanhood scent, it smelled pure and sweet just like you. To make himself cum faster, he thought of you coming to his office one day during your break and cockwarming him on his lap while he finishes up paperwork, imagining your painful whimpers, you fidgeting in his lap because you are finding it hard to adjust to his cock because of how big he was, he imagines his cock bottoms out in your tight pussy, and how you wet walls clenches around his big cock.

“Dun..c.an, you are too big”, you whine with a giggle, shifting it into a squeal

“Call me sir, love it when you call me sir darlin’”,  he growls in your ear

“Sir”  , he imagines you whimpering through tears from his cock’s intrusion in your narrowed pussy

“Dollface, you are taking me so well, taking me all in” he praises you in a slightly low deep voice

A groan leaves his chest as he starts pumping his erected length harder, going from the bottom all the way to the top, twisting his tip, and then back down.

He envisions his pelvis rubbing against your mound and clit, your pussy being pink and wet engulfing his cock, while his right hand is feeling your soft and pulpous butt cheek. Your chest is heaving right in front of his predatory eyes, he decides to save the lustful images of him sucking your tits and nibbling your areola another time.

He imagines your voice in his ear, calling him sheriff, sir, daddy and begging him to start fucking you.

As he is about to reach his high, his thrusts gets sloppier with his sticky hands, chanting your name like a prayer over and over again.

Groaning louder as his cock twitches, moaning your name louder as ropes of white soaks his hand, and soaking your panty a bit with his cum.

-

Tired to change out of your clothes, you quickly go to your bed situated on the left side of your room. You feel the most peaceful in your room, the only time you don’t feel like someone is watching you despite the reoccurring nightmares ever since the incident.

With the floral window curtains. Roses and daisies on a shelf next to a concealed window, giving floral scents all around your room to help calm your nerves and help you fall asleep. At least that was what your doctor had recommended as repression memories if stayed long-term can cause emotional health problems like anxiety, depression and post-traumatic stress disorder.

You immediately shift to the deep slumber of sleep, out of exhaustion.

-

You wake up the next day 10:30 am. You slept well that day oddly enough, a peaceful sleep. You were happy since you haven’t had any nightmares the past few days. That happiness shifted when you realized the sensual incident that happened in public, and you don’t know how you will be able to work in the diner again, especially how small this town is. You will be the talk of the town again, because obviously that situation had to be with the fucking Sheriff.

At least for today, you had the day off today.  You told your Boss Bob that you have an appointment with your doctor at 1 pm, and since you closed the diner yesterday he decided to leave you off the hook.

You made yourself some coffee, and went to your closet that was attached to the wall to choose an outfit. You decide to go with a yellow pastel cardigan with a yellow gingham dress that has a spaghetti strap, wear some rouge lipstick and yellow pale eyeshadow with your hair tied into a pony tail.

You then passed sometime on TV watching Bewitched re-runs, and called Carissa at around 12:30 pm during her break to check in on her brother.

Your hands swirling around the cord waiting for someone from the diner to pick up.

Selma answers, “Hello, Welcome to Jukeburgers, the best milkshakes in town!, what can I do for ya today!” You could hear Venus by Franke Avalon playing and muffled voices in the distance, seemed surprisingly busy today.

You answer loudly, “hey Selma, it’s Y/N, can you pass the phone to Carissa!”

“Oh, Y/N how you been? I heard from Adam about what happened with the Sheriff, so y’all a thing now huh?… You went for the old powerful friend.” Selma teases, her laughing echoing from the speaker.

Your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest, you knew this was going to happen. Trying to sound strong and not in the verge of crying, “Whatever Selma, pass the phone to Carissa” your fingers twisted the cord nervously.

Selma just snickers and you hear her shouting out Carissa’s name to grab the phone

“Hey Y/N?”

“Cari!, I wanted to check up on you with Richard… you didn’t get to tell me what exactly happened…. is everything okay?” You utter in a concerned tone, gripping the phone handle harder.

“yeah yeah, we had to go to the hospital again, he got beat up again, but he didn’t wanna tell me why”  you hear her voice quivering on the other side.

You know Carissa is worried about him, as well as about his town finding out about his lifestyle.

She continues,“ You know Richard, I don’t want him to get locked up again, especially this town…views anyone that goes to the mental hospital… as lunatics”, you hear her voice quivering on the other side.

You remember Richard telling you that the Sheriff bailed him out the first time so now he owes the sheriff twice.

Why twice?

Was it because of his relationship with Jim Mason?

Does his sister know?

To not worry his sister, he sometimes tells you things that she doesn’t know and you were like Carissa to him. His big sister.

You snap out of your thoughts when you heard Carissa sniffling.

You hated hearing your friend’s sadness echoing from her voice, hoping you were there to hug her. “ I am glad he is okay at least, I miss seeing Richie, I will talk to him whether I get the chance… and you are right.”

You thought about what Carissa thought.

This small boring town feeds on gossip. It made you worried about Xavier’s parents…finding out about yesterday’s incident. Between the last girlfriend of their deceased son and one of his friends in an intimate scene.

What doesn’t help is that Xavier’s parents invited you and Duncan for dinner next week.

“He actually didn’t come today its as if he knows you might-“

You look at the time while you were on the phone, It was 12:40. Your eyes widen out of anxiety of being late. You cut your friend off without letting her finish the sentence.

“Oh shoot Carissa, I have to go now, my appointment is in 20 mins!”

“I really hope all goes well with the appointment, I know I tell you a thousand times but…I don’t really trust that doctor to be honest with ya”  she admits assuredly

There was a small pause, because you didn’t really know how to  react to that. He was the cheapest Doctor that you can afford. You really had no choice.

Carissa breaks the awkward silence, “well let me know what happens, hope it goes well!” She suddenly sounds different..and hopeful. Makes you happy that you can at least end the call with her tone shifting positively.

“Yeah.. I hope so.. bye Cari” you say weakly with a soft smile

The line goes dead.

-

You have been going to the doctor 11 months ago, it was recommended by the doctor who helped with your bruises and aided your surgery, Matt Rogers. Since there was nothing particular wrong with your brain scans. He thought it might be something psychological, and he was right. Your neurologist doctor Dr.Barnes, said it is due to trauma that your memories are repressed. Dr. Barnes said it is possible to have specific memories of people, locations and events repressed when it is too hard to bear. He also said It is possible for memories of abuse that have been forgotten for a long time to be remembered….you hope it isn’t related to abuse.

You feel nervous going to his office, you are honestly terrified of the idea of regaining back your memories, what if you find something really disturbing about yourself? About Xavier? How did you get those bruises? Why were some of your clothes missing? Why going to the doctor all those months didn’t help as much? Actually at all?

His office is located not that far off from the the Police department, in the neurology department of Willowdale public hospital.

“Welcome back Miss Y/N, please have a seat” signalling you to take a seat in front of his desk.

It doesn’t help that his office has muted painted walls, changed from age and a faint smell of mouth wash.

“So Y/N, has there been any recent changes?”, He asked while he scanned over your file.

“I finally have a small fragment of Xavier..in my head..” You pinpoint to right side of your forehead.

He knew about your relationship with Xavier and that you don’t remember much of it. It's weird how your brain almost erased that incident and Xavier out of your head.

“Finally some great news, please tell me more!”  He lowered your files to give you his undivided attention

“I..I don’t remember the incident, or any memories that I shared with him, just that Xavier had a similar car to Sheriff’s car, but a red version of it.”

There was a torturing pause, you look at your doctor, he seemed lost in thought with brows hollowed and biting his lower lip, he seemed anxious while clicking his retractable pen

You felt tension in the air, when you mentioned the Sheriff..but why?

He breaks a heavy smile,“Well, that’s great news to hear, maybe being  around the Sheriff might be in your favour huh?” he chuckles with a Chesire’s smirk on his face

Oh fuck. He probably heard about the incident that happened yesterday.

Your cheeks turn red as you turn your head to the left side of the room, focusing on the wall full of his certificates and accomplishments.

“Oh sorry, Y/N, that was unprofessional..covering his face with his hand, and then went back to look at your files

"No it’s all good Dr.” You gulped and nodded.

He clears his throat and asks, “ any nightmares lately?”

You shake your head, “I haven’t had one the past few days”

He nods while holding your file, “Good, Good. Are you taking the medications regularly at the appropriate time?”

“Yes…. but I haven’t remember anything that much sadly, is it supposed to take that much of a time?” You ask confusedly

“the brain is a complex neurological system, you can’t force its responses.”  thrusting out his lips in displeasure

You feel like you are wasting not only your time but also your money. But he is a doctor that you can afford so you have no other choice?

“Ah, I see, well as long as I get some answers pretty soon.” You look down on his Brintons carpet.

You felt your chest tightened out of sadness, will you ever find out what truly happened?

“So far, we are not sure if it is going to be a short term memory or long term memory loss Y/N, so what you can do is keep taking the medications, and you will be eventually get better Miss Y/N”

You nod with a fake smile.

Do you have a choice?

-

Duncan knew you were at the doctor today, he wish he was able to follow you, but he had a huge workload today. He wanted to see what kinda doll-like outfit you wore today. He particularly liked you in pastel colours and plaid skirts.

It was his break now.  He was waiting a call from a certain someone.

Clock ticking, and his legs bouncing up and down waiting for that fucker to call.

Phone rings once

Duncan takes the call.

“Whats the update?”

“Hi Sheriff, he continues "Well, your sweet gal remembered something..”

Duncan eyes widen, and his hands grips the cord aggressively

“What does she remember?”, Duncan says in a threatening voice

“She remembers he had the red car….. the one you got rid of”

His Adam apple gulps out of nerve but he is relieved you still don’t remember what happened that day.

“You fucker, you said those medications well help her not remember a fucking thing-“ his voice getting louder.

“Hey, hey, hey calm down there sheriff, no need to lose your temper, she hasn’t remember anything the past goddam 11 months! And I haven’t even tried hypnos-

“Listen you fuckin cunt, if she remembers anything I swear to God- I will put you in jail for your multiple-“  he chastised with a harsh tone.

“Alright Alright! No need to flip your lid! I will see what I can do to not make her remember a thing”  

“You better, or else I will make you lose your fuckin job and lose your pitiful wife” Sheriff expresses in an authoritative sound and hangs the phone stridently.

The Doctor had multiple rape attempts done. Duncan was called several times because of noise complaints, hearing ladies crying or screaming in multiple occasions at night, in drive-ins, parks and carnivals. 4 out of 10 times, it was Duncan who stopped the rape from occurring but he didn’t bring it up to the police department, and instead used this knowledge in his favour and out of power to gain information about his girl, when he discovered that he was going to be her neurologist, and to use him to manipulate her medications or her so that she doesn’t remember a thing.

He will do anything to make you not remember. He is shaping you to be his perfect little housewife. He got this far and he is not going back.

some songs mentioned in the chapter

https://open.spotify.com/track/3dDtXviPnTfLUg111MuTic?si=0d4f2a331a244100 - Midnight and The Stars and You by Ray Noble

https://open.spotify.com/track/2uwP4d0aVAo90aet6UnaRK?si=dc41f548d3324c9d - Venus by Frankie Avalon

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[dreamersparacosm]

when he stopped to talk to the gorgeous black woman at the met gala when she asked what he was wearing and his little “mmm” when the black woman interviewed him saying her name was the curvy film critic 😭😭😭 he’s such a flirt. i REFUSE to believe he’s shy when it comes to charming the ladies. he just gotta give me that look when he give me that look then the panties comin off 💦

WHY IS HE SUCH A FLIRT KSKDKSLD

like i know he’s def shy with everyone else but when he’s attracted to u he makes sure you’re gonna KNOW IT

[austinbutlerr]

what did they say in the last video you posted? sorry is because english is not my first language and i didn't get it 😭

Ah, no worries. The woman interviewing him goes by the nickname The Curvy Film Critic, so when she introduced herself like that, he made that "mm" sound :))

[wistcrias]

BELOW IS ALL YOU MAY NEED TO KNOW ABOUT VALENTINA PUDDIFOOT, AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER FROM THE HARRY POTTER SERIES. ( no affiliation with jk rowling, and very anti-her entire bigoted existence. )

INTRODUCTION.

FULL NAME: valentina victoria puddifoot NICKNAMES: val ALIASES: n/a AGE:  18-24 ( verse dependent ) DATE OF BIRTH: april 2nd BIRTHPLACE: hogsmeade, scotland SEX/GENDER: cis-female RELIGION: atheist ORIENTATION: bisexual/biromantic   ETHNICITY: white OCCUPATION: waitress and eventually model, then film critic LANGUAGES: english PEOPLE OF NOTE: madame colette puddifoot ( owner of madame puddifoot’s; her grandmother ), her mom, susanna puddifoot; her twin brothers alistair and charles ( ali and charlie; both in hufflepuff ); batty ( her dog ) 

APPEARANCE.

HEIGHT: 5′4″ WEIGHT: 122lbs BUILD: petite and slightly curvy COMPLEXION: tan and rosy EYE COLOR: hazel-green HAIR COLOR & STYLE: naturally dirty blonde hair ( dyed brown in her mid-twenties), typically in a messy bun or half up/half down.  NOTICEABLE FEATURES: her upturned nose AESTHETICS & STYLE: the typing of cold fingertips against a keyboard. nitro-coffee and artisanal baked bread dipped in hot chocolate. tendrils of hair falling into your face and bold eyeliner. a dry laugh and a subtle smirk. FC: florence pugh

HEALTH.

PHYSICAL DISORDERS: n/a MENTAL DISORDERS: n/a EATING HABITS: very decadent tastes; doesn’t enjoy cheap foods or junk foods EXERCISE HABIT: in the muggle world, she takes up spinning as a hobby and an exercise routine. 

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS: problem-solver, witty, loyal NEGATIVE TRAITS: intimidating, opinionated, judgmental TALENTS: literally no fears when confronting people. it’s definitely a talent. ZODIAC: aries HOGWARTS HOUSE: she’s a squib, but likely would have been sorted into ravenclaw or slytherin

ABOUT.

valentina was born, a squib, to her mother, susanna. there were hopes for her to manifest the same magic as the rest of the family, but she was never able to. this led to a lot of internal turmoil and a difficult understanding of disability and what it meant for her.

she was exposed, at a young age, to mockery and bullying, something that led her to feeling ostracized from other wizard and wizard children her age growing up. instead, she began to retreat into herself, building walls of sarcasm and irony that kept her safe.

valentina maintains distance from most hogwarts students, finding them to be entitled and ignorant. most of the time, however, she is quick to assume they’re all the same, even before she’s ever talked to them. gossip does, indeed, spread fast in hogsmeade.

during the events of the harry potter series, she remains far from the battle-business. however, when hogwarts falls, she is used by the carrow twins as an example of how to properly “treat” squibs

she manages to escape from them eventually, and her family helps get her out of hogsmeade safely, where she hides until the war is over, and eventually chooses not to return, remaining in london.

as an adult woman, valentina has a very popular film critique blog where her ruthless but poignant reviews can be make or break it for the indie movie industry.

VERSES.

01. MAIN VERSE. in which valentina works at madame puddifoot’s in hogsmeade until she’s 19 and then moves to muggle london to pursue her own life. 02. OTHER HP ERAS, including marauders and next gen. valentina can easily be melded to other generations and not much changes. 

[hoochy-coo]

also as for girls aloud:

-the members allegedly broke up bcuz of tensions between the members cheryl and nadine & sarah and nicola

-member nicola won the 1st season of the masked singer uk

-cheryl is a judge on the x-factor; the first member to go solo, had a son with ex liam payne (they co-parent), was arrested in 2002 or 2003 for assaulting a black woman who was an employee at a bar during a night out with fellow member nicola while intoxicated and maintains the narrative that the woman punched her first (WORSE THING IS SHE HASN'T APOLOGIZED TO THE WOMAN BUT HAS BLAMED HER BEHAVIOR FOR BEING "YOUNG AND DUMB AND EGOISTIC AND ALCOHOL"), married a football player and adopted the name "cheryl cole" up until she divorced him for infidelity, and is the most successful of the group bcuz of her x-factor stint and her solo career where she was the first female solo artist to have top 5 hits in the uk with her singles "fight for this love", "promise this" and "call my name", which are bops but listening to the songs + learning abt her past behavior makes it hard to listen em, and when shes singing live shes mostly accused of lip-syncing (one instance of her singing her single "call my name" on a chat (or talk) show got her backtrack for the song not playing so bad she ended up dancing along with the dancers + when the backtrack was fixed she ended up singing again)

-member nadine is the 2nd to go solo but her album flopped bcuz critics say "shes talented but has no charisma like cheryl" but has now lived a quiet life raising her daughter and appearing on reality shows like the great british bake off and im a celebrity, get me out of here where she taught caitlyn jenner how to sing and dance the girls' biggest hit single "the promise"

-member nicola went solo after nadine and had a critically successful album called cinderella's eyes which had bops like "beat of my drum" and "lucky day" but commercially it wasnt a success, won the 1st season of the masked singer uk, is an anti-tanning advocate bcuz of how tanning got her injuries while filming for their single "love machine" and has a successful business where she makes products for women with fair skin and is the most bullied of the girls bcuz of her appearance, which sucks

-member kimberley is a successful musical theater actress appearing in west end productions of "shrek the musical", "elf" and "big"; was fat-shamed for her curvy appearance; she managed the group for a while bcuz louis walsh (who managed 1d and other groups) left them during a dispute (thank god they werent managed by him bcuz he's an asshole + he gave me creepy vibes during cheryl's audition where he and the other judges complimented her looks instead of he singing)

-member sarah reminded me of cameron diaz a lot + she has this friendly popular party girl vibe to me; sadly she died on sept. 2021 at the age of 39 bcuz of breast cancer (she was supposed to have treatment but the pandemic delayed her chances of getting better)

-members nicola and kimberley were rejected during their auditions for a reality show that formed the band but were added as replacements for two women who dropped out of the show (one left bcuz of her pregnancy + she was considered too old and the other left bcuz of contract dispute i think? but i know she left bcuz she thinks the show was "exploitative" but in reality, it was bcuz her jealous ex pressured her to leave the show and now she got some fame bcuz of a stint in i can see your voice uk where audiences + hosts + judges were surprised of her vocals)

-most of their hit songs were written + produced by a production team called xenomania, known for their songwriting skills that are very unusual for the standard songwriting. critics have considered them "modern day motown". the team has written songs like "believe" by cher and more, but they mainly work with girls aloud, sugababes and pet shop boys.

I knew most of this but this was still such a good summary!

Also, Cheryl and Nicola make such bops as solo artists. ‘A Million Lights’ is full of party jams and Nicola went a very experimental route (for pop anyway) with ‘Cinderella’s Eyes’

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Let’s get one thing straight: Body-shaming someone is never OK, even if the target is a public figure. However, despite the fact that this should be a universal rule of decorum, people are still prone to criticizing the appearances of others, including those of celebrities.Although social media has shone a bright light on the issue in recent years, celebrity body-shaming is nothing new. Since the rise of gossip magazines, stars have had their bodies scrutinized for all the world to see. From critics saying Gigi Hadid is too skinny for the runway to onlookers rudely commenting on Tyra Banks's swimsuit body, it seems no celebrity is totally immune to the plague of judgment and unnecessary remarks.Pregnancy rumors, comments about weight gain, and bullying for clothing choices all fall under the tasteless domain of all that encompasses body-shaming — and it happens even more often than you may think. But that doesn’t stop most of these stars from living their best lives and even taking some time to teach these trolls a lesson or two, when they're in the right mood for it. Below are 17 times celebrities have experienced body-shaming, either before their time in the spotlight or while living directly in it. Gigi Hadid Supermodel Gigi Hadid is no stranger to having her body commented on by the public. Some people have accused the model of being too thin while others have said she’s too curvy for the runway. Despite these comments, Hadid stresses that she loves her body and that shamers should mind their own business. It’s not their body, after all. Demi Lovato Growing up in the spotlight is no easy task for anyone. Demi Lovato has dealt with body-shamers since her days as a Disney star and still faces unwanted comments about the way she looks regularly. Most recently, people came after the singer for supposedly gaining weight while in rehab and used a paparazzi photo to tear the singer apart. Thankfully, Lovato isn’t afraid to stand up for herself and has a history of taking people down when they make negative comments. Selena Gomez Like Lovato, Selena Gomez grew up in the spotlight and has subsequently suffered years of body shaming at the hands of "fans" and haters alike. In 2015, the actress and singer opened up about how she sought therapy after being body-shamed publicly. Most recently, Gomez clapped back at fans who commented on a photo of her wearing a bikini on Instagram. Jennifer Aniston Jennifer Aniston has also experienced some body-shaming. The former Friends actress once wrote an empowering essay for HuffPost in 2016 about being “fed up” over ridiculous rumors and unwarranted comments about her body. During this time, gossip magazines were speculating that Aniston was pregnant because her stomach "looked bloated" in a few photos. The actress set the record straight while simultaneously destroying the idea that people’s bodies are something that should be critiqued. Tyra Banks “Kiss my fat ass.” That’s the iconic and unforgettable response that queen Tyra Banks had for body-shamers in 2007 after tabloids captioned a photo of her in her swimsuit with cruel phrases, and it seems she's sticking with it. Kelly Clarkson Kelly Clarkson has dealt with body-shamers, as well. In 2017, a Twitter troll tweeted that the American Idol winner was fat. Clarkson responded, “...and still fucking awesome,” proving she is not here for any type of comments on her body. This wasn't Clarkson's first troll, either. In 2015, British media personality Katie Hopkins had the nerve to comment that Clarkson had gained weight, to which she responded by saying this wasn’t the first time she’s been attacked for the way she looks. Clarkson also said she’d rather have wine than waste any time thinking about shamers. Same, girl. Adele Adele has faced years of disgusting comments about her body since her intro to stardom in 2006. Nevertheless, the clap-back queen makes sure to shut down instances of body-shaming immediately. But that doesn’t mean words don’t hurt. In a 2015 interview, Adele mentioned that while she does sometimes

struggle with her body image, she tries not to let it rule her life. America Ferrera For her 33rd birthday, America Ferrera wrote a letter to her body. She shared the body-positive message on Instagram, saying she’s finally learned to love her body after years of harboring feelings of negativity towards it. However, people are still commenting on Ferrera’s body. In fact, Ferrera has famously said that she didn’t know she was ugly or fat until she starred in the show Ugly Betty, which says a lot about the way people treat public figures. Chrissy Teigen Twitter phenomenon and multitalented model Chrissy Teigen has often been the subject of judgmental comments. In fact, Teigen was body-shamed at the 2018 Emmy Awards, with trolls talking about her weight post-pregnancy with son Miles. Teigen sarcastically responded to the trolls in her typical hilarious tone by showing them she has no time to be shamed for her body. Lady Gaga Body-shamers have come after Mother Monster, too. Lady Gaga, who has been open about her struggle with chronic illness, has had her image picked apart since appearing on the scene with her 2008 hit “Just Dance.” Trolls also had something to say after her 2017 Super Bowl halftime performance. Of course, the ever-busy superstar didn’t have time for such nonsense and quickly responded that she loves her body. Alicia Silverstone Clueless star Alicia Silverstone saw her career take off in the '90s, but stardom didn’t come without a slew of critics picking apart the actor's appearance. When it was announced that Silverstone would play Batgirl in the then-upcoming film Batman & Robin, the actress was met with an onslaught of hateful comments about her body. In an Entertainment Weekly article from 1996, it’s noted that fashion critics said Silverstone looked “more Babe than babe,” referring to the fictional pig. The actor later recalled that paparazzi chased her down in an airport chanting “fat girl” to the Batman theme song. Rihanna Rihanna has also been attacked for the way her body looks. After her 2018 Grammy performance (which she slayed, by the way), trolls came after Rihanna for her apparent weight gain, speculating that the singer might be pregnant. This isn’t even the first time Rihanna has faced such criticism. In 2017, the Fenty Beauty founder shut haters down with a Gucci Mane meme (in which she showed two photos of rapper Gucci Mane, from 2007 and 2017, and captioned the meme "If you can’t handle me at my 2007 Gucci Mane, you don’t deserve me at my 2017 Gucci Mane"), proving that body-shaming her or anyone else will not be tolerated. Serena Williams Serena Williams is one of the greatest tennis players of all time. Yet the 23-time Grand Slam champion has had her body scrutinized countless times for being "too muscular." Although the tennis champion says such comments have hurt her feelings, she also says that she's now more confident than ever about her body and calls it her “weapon.” Jennifer Lawrence Jennifer Lawrence says that when she was beginning her career, people in the film industry shamed her for "being fat.” According to the actor, she was once told she would be fired if she didn’t lose weight. Kate Winslet Before she landed her lead role in Titanic, Kate Winslet says the kids at her school would bully her for the way she looked. The actor opened up about being body-shamed by her fellow classmates, who called her “blubber” and told her she was too ugly to be an actress. However, Winslet never gave up on her dreams and has since spoken out against body-shaming, saying that she had to ignore the negative comments to be the person she is today. Drew Barrymore The lovable Drew Barrymore faced her own harassment in the '90s over the way her body looked onscreen. During this time, Barrymore often had her “baby fat” criticized in reviews. In a 2010 interview, the actor says she was often bullied for her weight when she was younger. More recently, the actress has had to refute pregnancy rumors over the way her stomach looks on TV. Renée Zellweger It seems Ren´ee Zellweger

can’t please the critics (nor should she have to). Since gaining weight for her role in the early-2000s film Bridget Jones's Diary, Zellweger’s weight has been a subject of contention for body-shamers everywhere. Some people think she’s too skinny, while others think she’s too fat. Nevertheless, Zellweger isn’t here for tabloids that want to critique her body. The actress wrote an article for HuffPost in 2016 after people commented on her rumored cosmetic surgery, proving once and for all that her body isn’t for public consumption or criticism.