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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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birthday drabble 11 - jjk

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pairing: jungkook x reader contains: smut!! camboy!JK & camgirl!reader, they're ~just friends~ (who fuck) tho, JK has fangirls lol, chat-controlled vibrator, multiple orgasms, minor overstim, the smallest bit of dirty talk, condomless sex, DVP with a sex toy, crying after sex summary: your camming partner thinks he can handle your new toy.

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Your comments have been a fucking disaster since you started camming with Jeon Jungkook.

There are your long-term viewers, mostly creepy straight dudes, who are pissed that you don’t solo stream as much as you used to. Those are easy enough to ignore, and the block button is your friend for the ones who stray a little too far into straight-up delusional territory.

There are your favorite group of viewers: the ones who are either some flavor of queer or just indiscriminately horny, and beg you both to fuck them, often with extremely creative suggestions. They regularly get into bidding wars (encouraged by you, naturally) to come up with the freakiest scenarios possible, trying to see who can get Jungkook to blush so hard his ears turn red.

And then there are the new viewers, who are specifically there for Jungkook, and love to demand that he leave you because they could treat him soooo much better. His “bunnies”, he’s affectionately labeled them. You have to roll your eyes and make a gagging face off screen when he says it. Who does he think he is, Hugh Hefner?

Yeah, your comments are a mess. Your bank account’s doing pretty good though.

You aren’t actually dating Jungkook, but you don’t need the people of the internet up in your business like that, so you let them think what they want. He’s been a good friend to you for a long time, and when you started casually hooking up, you learned he was great in bed– great enough that you felt a little sorry keeping it all to yourself.

So one night, after enough liquid courage, you admitted to him what you actually do for a living. As a long-term sex worker, you’ve heard just about every reaction under the sun to your career: you’re going to hell, that must be so sexy, oh I could never do that… but of course I support you. Blah blah blah.

Jungkook is the only person who’s ever surprised you with his answer: he leaned in, puppy-dog eyes wide, and whispered: “I’ve always wanted to do that."

That was when you knew you’d have fun with him. Though fun doesn’t quite seem like a strong enough word to describe it as the remote control vibrator shoved up inside of you works two back-to-back orgasms out of you– your second and third of the stream.

You’re spread out on the bed, propped up on your elbows so you can still read the chat, and everything from your neck down is shaking from the effort of staying upright despite the sheer pleasure rolling through you. You throw your head back as you cry out, doing your best to keep your legs wide for the camera as your pussy pulses again and again and again.

“Fuck, baby, was that another one?” Jungkook gently caresses a hand over your thigh as you writhe underneath his touch. He loves to play up the couple-y shit on stream, and you get it; his demographic eats it up. You could do without the pet names, but it’s not a big deal. He’s sweet, and really good at checking in with you.

It’s just a little hard to respond when you’re losing your shit. “Y-y-yeah,” you manage to gasp out, chest heaving with effort. “Two… oh fuck, t-two in a r-row.”

“Do you need a break?” His hand creeps closer to your core, ready and willing to remove the toy at your command. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head as your walls continue to flutter.

“No, no, no.” You say emphatically, doing your best to jiggle your tits to punctuate the words. When your eyes blink open, Jungkook shoots you a small knowing smile, his face turned away from the camera so that only you can see it. What can you say? You like to put on a show. “I need more.”

“I’m sure they can give you more.” You can barely think, let alone read, so he leans forward to check the screen of your laptop. “Thank you so much for your donation… JKDumpThatBitch69.”

You quickly close your eyes again so your audience can’t see them roll back in annoyance. These fucking girls, man.

“I’ll think about it, bunny,” Jungkook says with a shy laugh, and you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s shooting the camera a playful wink. You slowly open your eyes as the vibrations trail off, and you run a hand down over your cunt and the toy tucked inside it, mostly to make sure it hasn’t fucking fallen off yet.

“You always know how to make me feel so good,” you whimper for the camera, chasing the phrase with an exaggerated hiss as you squeeze your pussy lips around the vibrator.

Jungkook has told you that you oversell it sometimes– he’s the only one who’s seen both sides of you, so maybe he’s right. But when you glance over at him, he’s clearly enjoying himself, as indicated by the outline of his erection now straining against his tight black briefs. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and you can’t help yourself.

“Come here, baby,” you stress the pet name on purpose, an inside joke between the two of you because he knows you lowkey hate them.

An anticipatory grin spreads over his face. Jungkook always looks so excited that he gets to fuck you, and you can’t deny– it’s quite the ego boost. You inhale sharply as a gentle round of vibrations rolls through you, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. Tilting up to read the screen, you rock your hips against the bed with a soft groan of appreciation.

“Thank you,” you have to squint to make sure you’re reading the name right, “BothOfYouTopMe420. Hear that one, babe?”

Jungkook has stepped out of frame to slip off his briefs and is now squeezing a healthy amount of lube into the palm of his hand. Your eyes drop heavy-lidded to watch the way he spreads it over his cock, knowing good and well the camera can’t see him: this part of the show is only for you. His tip is already starting to leak precum, and you bite down on your bottom lip at the sight as the toy continues to rumble inside you.

“Yeah, I think you’d look pretty good in a strap,” he says, loud enough that the stream will pick it up, and you laugh a little, not expecting that comment out of him.

“Maybe we can try that next time,” you tease. “Now will you please come fuck me?”

Stepping back into the shot, Jungkook kneels down on the corner of the bed, gently grabbing your legs and shifting you to the perfect angle for the camera. You’ve run the numbers on this– your content performs substantially better when his ass is in the frame. The people want what they want.

The toy has stopped buzzing for now, and you know exactly what everyone is waiting for. You’re a little jealous of the view they all have, that they get to watch Jungkook’s muscles flex as he braces himself on the mattress on either side of you, but you lose that thought entirely as he starts to push his length into you.

Nope, you correct yourself, you actually don’t give a shit about the view. Getting fucked by him is way better. They have every right to be jealous.

It’s definitely a stretch to take both him and the toy, but the lube does its job, and the three orgasms have certainly also helped get you relaxed and pliable. There’s barely any pain, you want him so bad.

“Feels so good, baby,” he groans, and you have to bite back the urge to tell him to buckle the fuck up.

The tip jar dings, and you brace for impact, but some kind soul clearly decided to go easy on you and give Jungkook a chance to get used to the lowest setting. You’re grateful for it, especially because you can already feel his cock twitching inside you, pressed tight between your walls and the toy.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, his hips starting to roll. “Do you like it, baby?” Translation: Is this still okay? It doesn’t hurt?

He’s too good to you. You nod your answer, lifting up to find his lips with yours as he starts to properly thrust. The two of you don’t do a lot of kissing when the cameras are off, and you always forget how nice it is, his lips so soft and warm. It’s good for the stream, you tell yourself, but your heart squeezes in your chest all the same.

When you hear the tip jar ding again, you know you won’t get lucky twice. You pull away from Jungkook with a smile, your muscles tightening in anticipation. “Get ready, baby.”

He talked a big game all morning about how he’d be able to take it, how good his stamina is, so you can barely hold your laugh in at the way his eyes roll back in his head when the highest setting kicks on. That’s what he gets for underestimating the bunnies.

“Oh my god–” Jungkook gasps, “oh my god.”

The feeling is insane even for you, and you quickly lose your ability to focus on him. You drop back against the bed, your back arching and your still-sensitive pussy shuddering at the intensity; you know the way you pulse around him only makes it that much harder for Jungkook to hang on.

“Fucking shit, baby,” he cries, rutting desperately into you, animalistic. “Yeah, so good, so fucking good, agh–”

The way he grinds against the toy pressed firmly into your g-spot is more than you can take, and you can only moan as you feel yet another wave of pleasure crest inside you.

“I’m coming, fuck,” you breathe, “I’m coming.”

Jungkook’s pace increases, ruthless now, as your walls squeeze tight around him and the vibrator, pushing the intense buzz so far into your core it makes your fucking teeth chatter. He doesn’t have the breath to say anything, but you can feel his cock pulsing inside you as his release hits, too, ropes of warm cum spilling out of him to fill up your already overfull cunt.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Jungkook finally manages to groan hoarsely as his head drops onto your shoulder. You can't believe he came that fast. As smug as he can be about it, his stamina is typically impressive.

You tip your head up when you feel something wet drip down your collarbone, wondering if he lost it so bad that he’s drooling on you. With one hand, you gingerly lift his chin up to look at you, only to realize a few tears are streaming down his face.

“Oh my god, Jungkook,” you say, momentarily forgetting your pet names. “Are you okay?”

He smiles shyly, clearly embarrassed, balancing on one arm so he can wipe his face with the other. “That was just really fucking intense. Fuck.” He turns to look at the camera, and you hide a giggle behind him because you know his fangirls are going to love this shit.

Jungkook drops his voice into the low end of his register, so fucking ridiculous that you have to bite down on his shoulder to keep yourself quiet. “I’ve never cried during sex before, but I guess there’s a first for everything.”

Once you've swallowed your laughter down, you release his shoulder to seek lazy kisses from him, smiling against his mouth, until you’re both a little more recovered. When he slips out of you, ducking out of frame once more to pull his briefs back on, you recenter yourself on the bed. Your walls continue to flutter tenderly as you move with the toy still inside you.

“Look at that pussy, so fucking messy,” Jungkook groans softly as you spread yourself wide for the camera again, his cum glistening as it leaks out of you onto the sheets. “How many rounds was that? Four?”

You trail a finger through your folds and bring it to your mouth, nodding at his question as you taste him on your tongue.

“God,” he laughs, “we’re about to break our own record. Think you can go for five, baby?”

Leaning back on your hands, you quirk an eyebrow at him, at the fact that he even has to ask. You’re a goddamn professional.

“Bring it on.”

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eideticmemory · 4 years

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FINE LINE 3 | SPENCER REID

Two decades of history and two kids later, you and your ex-husband learn to navigate the world of co-parenting. Part 3! Read Part 2 Here!

If you saw typos, no you didn’t ❤️

Word Count: 3,165.

Warning: Daddy issues, mommy issues, angst, romance, drama, yay!

PART 3: EDEN

Eden Penelope Reid was conceived on the twenty-sixth of September, on a ugly, yellow couch in the BAU briefing room. Not two feet from the roundtable! You didn’t mean for it to happen. The sex . . . or the baby. But they were both the result of a dark, disturbing case, sleep deprivation, a long plane ride back to DC, and an encounter in a dark room after everyone had gone home.

Spencer placed a long and slimy kiss to your lips, almost like he had been holding it from you for days. You stepped back, jolted, and you would’ve fallen backwards had Spencer not had his arms around you.

“What on earth are you doing?” you whispered, your voice still laced with shock and surprise.

“Wha — what do you mean . . . ?” Spencer asked, genuine confusion plastered over that pretty face of his. “I thought that’s why we came in here?”

“Oh, my goodness, I came in here to grab my things and go home, Hugh Hefner, where is your mind?”

“My mind’s on you,” he murmured, nuzzling your body into his, pressing his lips to your cheek. “Always.”

“Hm,” you hummed, your eyes fluttering closed as he gave you a dreamy kiss. “You’ve always had that verbal thing . . . quick mind, soft lips. You could talk your way into anything, Spencer Reid.”

“Yeah?” he mumbled, his lips pressed feverishly to yours. “Anything?”

“Yeah . . . anything.”

Stepping out of the shower and drying off, surrounded by the scent of fresh lavender, you wrapped yourself in a cotton towel. Your outfit was laid across the bed, from the top to the pants to the black flats. It felt a little morbid, as if you were staring at a dress made for a funeral. But, God, let’s face it, you’re just being dramatic.

You tied your hair up, and dropped the towel to your toes, warmth caught under the surface. As you took your shirt between your fingers, your bedroom door swung open with an intense creak, and you jumped out of your skin.

“Ah!” You screamed, hugging the fabric against your body, crouching down to hide any and every inch of your figure. “Spencer!”

“Whoa!” He crowed, immediately backing out of the room. “Sorry!”

“What the hell?” You shouted. You hugged the shirt, pressing it to your chest, your torso, one arm outstretched to cover your legs.

“I’m sorry, [y/n], I thought you were dressed!”

“Yeah, right . . . pervert. What are you doing here? I’m meeting you at the office in an hour.”

“I told you I was dropping by in the morning.”

“So?”

“So . . . here I am.”

“Sorry, I’m just not used to you being somewhere when you say you are, my mistake.”

He shook his head to himself, chin ducked down to avert his eyes, “I came to ask if you’d like a ride this morning? After we drop the kids off?”

“A ride?” You responded, quickly dressing yourself to maneuver an icky, uncomfortable situation. “We’re carpooling to therapy?”

“If you want,” he shrugged. “Thought we could get breakfast, maybe.”

You scoffed, and rolled your eyes as you marched towards the door. Prepared to confront Spencer with a bit of sass and sarcasm, you were taken aback by the sight of him. Early in the morning, hair perfectly curled around his face, and he was dressed in a wrinkle-free, perfectly pressed black suit. Like the ones you used to buy for him, just to see the way he moved in them.

“I think I’ll pass,” you told him. “I told the kids I’d take them to school today, and they’ve already got their hearts set on getting Dunkin’ this morning, so . . .”

“So, I’ll see you at the office,” he nodded, solemnly.

You returned the nod with a gentle motion of your head, and as you turned to walk off, Spencer aligned beside you, ultimately following you through the hall. “You look good,” he said. You didn’t respond, just released a silent exhale while focusing your attention forward. “It’s nice to know that . . . some things are still as nice as I remember.”

You laughed -- head thrown back, mouth open, the sound erupting like a volcano. “It’s not,” you explained, looking him in the eye as you approached the stairs. “It’s better.”

Four weeks after Eden Penelope Reid was conceived, you were in Texas, a small town outside of Austin haunted by a head of murders throughout the area. You can’t remember specifically what the town was called because you were so, fucking, sick. You woke up with a headache, nausea threatening to spill by the second, and a stomach ache that wouldn’t kick it. It was bad.

But you know how to put on a Brave Face. You pushed through, even with your husband’s voice echoing in your ear, close to your ear, his worried hand on your back.

“[y/n],” he pleaded. “You’re sick, just — please.”

“Spencer, I’m fine. I’m up, I’m walking, that’s a good sign. I’m okay.”

You visited a crime scene not fifteen minutes later. It was hot, very hot, suffocatingly hot, and you felt yourself. You felt yourself wobble on your heels. Felt the life just fall out of you, like gravity had sucked it into the Earth. Spencer called your name as your body fell.

“Mom?” E called, the sound of the traffic blending in with her voice. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, hun,” you glanced at her, balancing your attention between E and the road. “Why?”

“You’ve been hitting your juul more than usual lately,” she explained.

“What?” you gasped. “No, I haven’t.”

“Yes, you have. You’re driving with it in your hand right now!”

“On average, mom hits the juul 16 times an hour, but she’s just hit it seven times in the last five minutes,” Em added from the backseat.

“There. Statistics to back me up,” E gloated.

“I’m fine!” you laughed. “Really. I’m more than fine.”

“Really? So the sudden nicotine uptake has nothing to do with your super secret meeting with dad this morning?” E asked.

“It is not a super secret meeting, it’s two parents, meeting for a discussion.”

“Right . . . not secret at all.” She nodded.

You sighed, “A secret is an awful thing to keep. You can ask your Aunt Emily about that one, but, you know I’d never keep a secret from you,” you smiled.

“Right,” she nodded, suspicious at your sudden change in tone. “You sure you’re not keeping a secret, mom?”

“Are you profiling me?”

“Okay, enough with the profiling jokes.”

“No. Why? Are you keeping a secret from me?” you piqued. It’s been buried. For almost a week now. E, and the boy, as you call him. For a few days, you just needed solitude, time to process and understand. After that, came the confrontational period, well, as confrontational as you get with Eden. Which means you dropped subtle hints until she just thought you were being weirded than usual. But now, she had reason to be suspicious that you were suspicious, and two suspicious Reid women don’t make a mix.

“No?” She responded, slowly, her eyebrow raising at you. “Why?”

“No?” You paused to take a breath. “Okay.” “What does that mean?” “Nothing.”

“Do you know something I don’t?” E asked, her arms now crossed over her chest. Not good. She’s defensive. E’s never defensive.

“See, that’s just the same as the secret thing we had going earlier,” you joked.

“Ugh,” E groaned.

“What?”

“You always get like this,” she shook her head.

“Like what?” “Like this when dad comes around!”

You stopped the car, the brakes skidding to a halt at the school entrance. “Are you -- E, this isn’t about your dad, this is . . . about that boy. That boy that kissed you at your party. The boy who kissed my sixteen year old daughter on the cheek.” “What?” E snapped, sitting up in her seat.

Em slid out of the car, ran to class.

“I mean,” you rambled. “ I have an eidetic memory, E, I can’t unsee that!”

“See that . . . ?“ she whispered to herself. You could see the wires clicking in your head. Her eyes widened, “You saw that? You saw --” She began to pack up her stuff, scrambling really, grabbing her iced coffee.

“E --” you stuttered. “What are you doing? Hey, hey, talk to me.” “I’m late for school, mom, I’ll text you.”

“E --”

“Bye.” you were cut off by the sound of the car door slamming in your face. If ‘what the fuck?’ could be a facial expression, you were wearing it right now.

You had a concussion when the doctor told you about Eden Penelope Reid. You had fallen on the concrete, and couldn’t really see straight. You felt Spencer though. He was holding your arm and supporting your wobbling body with his since you’d hoped straight out of the hospital bed.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Reid,” The doctor smiled at you.

“Huh? What? Congratulations?” You slurred, tired and confused and looking to your husband.

“Oh, I’m . . . sorry, I thought of you . . .” After exchanging glances with Spencer, she sighed and beared another grin. “You’re . . . pregnant. About five weeks along.”

You fainted. Again.

“Hey,” Spencer greeted you, following your fast footsteps with his eyes.

You rounded the edge of the couch and took a seat beside him, huffing as you plopped down, only to give him a glance of acknowledgement.

“You’re late, I thought you got lost,” he said.

“Nope, just took the scenic route,” you grumbled. “Hi, I’m [y/n],” you directed at the therapist sitting across from you. She wore dark red lipstick and a matching blouse, her nails a deep purple over her slacks. Okay. Cool.

“Olivia Oliphant,” she nodded kindly. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Reid.” “Oh, just [y/n], please,” you told her.

“Well, [y/n], Spencer here was just telling me about your kids.”

“Oh?” You looked at Spencer. “He was?”

“Yep, Eden and Emerson, beautiful names. How did you guys pick them?”

When you were approximately five weeks pregnant with Eden Penelope Reid, you felt the most excruciating pain of your life. That’s including two rounds of childbirth, some beatings, a bullet wound. You clamp down on your lower stomach, grasping for air as you collapsed to the floor, in the middle of a crowded police station. Penelope rushed to your side, calling your name, “Oh, my goodness, [y/n], what’s wrong? What’s wrong?” “I don’t --” you whimpered. “Something’s not -- ow! -- something’s not right!” Local PD helped you to your feet, a worried Garcia following behind them. “C--call Spencer!” You pleaded, although the phone was already to her ear.

Spencer had just been shot in the neck.

They didn’t think he was going to make it. They didn’t think he was going to make it. You beat Derek, pounding your fists into his chest for not telling you sooner, broke down in the center of the waiting room.

But he did make it.

He made it, and he was right here. He was right here, and you were right here, and E was at school, mad at you, and it was eating you alive. Did you completely undo your ‘cool mom’ reputation with one meltdown? No, how could you?

“[y/n]?” Dr. Oliphant called.

You zoned back into reality, both Spencer’s and her concerned faces focused in on you.

“Yes,” you cleared your throat. “Well, Eden is named after East of Eden by John Steinback, and . . . Emerson is named after Ralph Waldo Emerson.”

“And,” she began. “Would you say your kids are your main reason for being in therapy?”

“Oh, wow, okay, just jumping into it, got it,” you huffed.

Spencer was still eyeing you, worried and troubled. He knows you. He knows when you’re upset, and stressed, and he couldn’t stop staring at your nails. “Uh . . .” you hummed. “Hm? . . . hm? Would I say that there’s any other reason I’m in therapy for sixty minutes with my ex-husband? No.”

“[y/n].” Spencer spoke, turning his body full to you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” you shook your head.

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “ I haven’t heard that one before.”

“Yes, yes, yes, you’d ask what’s wrong, and I nothing’ed my way through our marriage and we got divorced. I know.”

“Jesus,” he sighed, exasperated, pressing his palm to his forehead.

An awkward silence floated throughout the room for what felt like hours. You stared at your shoes, and huffed. Lifting your head up to smile at Dr. Oliphant, you said, “And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.”

There was an earthquake in California the day Eden Penelope Reid was born. A magnitude of four. This would not have mattered in the slightest -- due to the fact that you were on the other side of the country -- but Spencer was there. In California, sitting in the dark, surrounded by broken glass when Eden was born.

She came at night, after your water broke at the BAU headquarters. You spent hours of the day stumbling around a hospital room, waiting for Spencer to show. Penelope’s quick with a phone, she knew hours before you finally asked her.

“Penelope?” You whimpered, curled up in the bed with your hand pressed to your back.

“Yes?” She pipped.

“Spencer’s not coming . . .” you turned to her. “Is he?”

“We’ve got to talk.”

You glanced over your shoulder, rolling your eyes, “Spencer, please.”

“[y/n], come on,” he pleaded.

You looked him in the eye, sighing as you leaned back in your seat. You could hear the kids shuffling around upstairs, having just been dropped off by Spencer, who was stern and pressed. It was kind of funny.

“I was in a bad mood,” you told him.

“Bad mood? [y/n], you sat there for forty-five minutes sipping your coffee every time Dr. Oliphant asked you a question so you couldn’t talk with a full mouth.”

“Bad mood . . .” you repeated, this time quieter, softer, to yourself.

Spencer’s expression softened, almost instantly. “[y/n]?” he called. “What happened? You’ve been biting your nails, I know something’s wrong.”

You crumbled. You ran yours hands over your face and sobbed. From that moment Spencer and you saw E with that boy, you’ve been reliving it over and over. Trying to recognize his face, and it wasn’t until just last night that you realized it’s . . . Spencer. This boy looks just like Spencer, and you can’t even figure out how you feel about Spencer, -- who you didn’t meet until you were 23, by the way -- let alone this kid.

So how is E doing? How is she already so comfortable around him? And kissing. Have they kissed before? You don’t want to know. No. You do want to know. It’s all you want. You want the most important girl in your life to talk to you, to confide in you the way she did when she was seven years old. But now she’s sixteen and she won’t even look at you.

“And of course, I found a way to blame it on you,” you paused to breath after a long rant. “Because, well, you’re here, which is still weird to me, but hey,” you shrugged, inhaling a hit from your juul.

Spencer nodded his head understandingly, biting down on his to contain a smile. “Now, that . . . is how you should’ve spoken in therapy this morning.” He laughed.

You chuckled, for the first time all day, and rolled your eyes, “Next time.”

“Next time?” He grinned. After connecting his eyes to yours, and seeing a glimmer of confirmation, he sat up, “Well, okay, cool. Then, next time I’ll tell you that you are the best mother on the planet. Raising the kids the way you did . . . you made Eden who she is. You made that incredible girl, and you shaped her into the slightly . . . stubborn girl she is today. She is her mother’s daughter, she just needs someone to push past the hardhead every once in a while.”

You exhaled, a slow, steady breath.

Spencer.

He stayed until Sunday afternoon. Just like he said he would. A whole day after you wandered into E’s room, full of fresh courage and love. You asked her if she was hungry, and she said no. By the time you left, you had a name. Sullivan.

“Sullivan?” You repeated. “Does he go by Sully?” You cackled.

“When he was six!” She shouted, a fit of giggles dribbling from her lips. “He goes by Van now.” “Oh, my goodness,” you feigned as though you were collapsing on the bed. “Van?”

“Yes! Hey, don’t judge! You married a guy named Spencer.”

“[y/n]! [y/n]? [y/n] --” Spencer’s voice lowered to immediately silence the moment he stepped into the room. Under the hospital lights, you laid on a bed, a tiny baby in your arms and a soft smile on your face.

“Don’t be shy now,” you giggled. “Come in.”

He stepped into the room, slowly, his breath shaky from running down the halls. “I--is, is this her?”

“No, I misplaced the actual baby, so they gave me a very life-like doll,” you smirked.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, placing a million and one kisses to your forehead. “You’re incredible, you did -- incredible,” he held you close, looking down at the infant against your chest. “So, what’s her name? You did remember to pick one, didn’t you?”

“Yep, UnSub --”

“[y/n] . . .” he smiled.

You laughed, holding your child up to her father. “This . . . is Eden Penelope Reid.”

Spencer didn’t come out of his room for hours before he was set to leave on Sunday. As worried as you were, you kept to entertaining the kids in the living room. The two of them were snacking on some popcorn, watching a movie on netflix. Em was tucked underneath your arm, and you did your very, very best to focus in on the TV. But the moment you heard the hinge of his bedroom door, you sat up in your seat.

He came down the steps in a stomping rage. Didn’t even come in to join you all, just called for you, “[y/n] . . . [y/n], can you come here, please?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, and stood to your feet, nervously eyeing the kids. “Be right back,” you told them, before walking out into the foyet.

“Okay . . .” Spencer said, just above a quiet whisper. “Okay, okay . . .” He was trying to calm himself down. Pacing, muttering, hands on his hips.

“Spencer?” You walked up to him. “Hey, what’s the matter? Hey . . .”

“I’ve had . . . some time to process, some time to fully understand the information, but I know that you, haven’t, so I’m going to get to it . . . Catherine Adams is being injected tomorrow.”

Crickets. Silence. No sobs, no boo-hoos, nothing. “And?” You replied. “Are we throwing a party? Because that can be arranged.”

“And in exchange for her cooperation in multiple homicide investigations . . .” Spencer sighed, his head ducked down, hands in his pockets. “She gets a final request.”

You scoffed, rolled your eyes, “What does she want now? A night with you at the Ritz? Just give it to her at this point so she’ll kick the bucket.”

“She wants to see Eden.”

“Wha --” The sound slipped out before you could catch it. Thoughts. Thoughts. Thoughts. So many. And all you could say was, “No. Absolutely-fucking-not . . . fuck!”

“[y/n] --”

“The psycho who had my daughter kidnapped wants to . . . meet her? She can go straight to hell, and suffer on the way there.”

And that was the moment, Eden Penelope Reid stepped into the doorway, her hands stern at her side, her face brazen with courage and strength, “I want to do it.”

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tainted-wine · 4 years

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just saw that hawks and bunny s/o and I gotta ask,,,,what would hawks do if his s/o wore one of those playboy bunny outfits?

Hugh Hefner? More like Hawks Hefner, amirite?! Eh?!!

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Time for more feral!Hawks. So I got a little too into this and basically made an alternate version of my other bunny scenario.

Like, Hawks apparently does model gigs for fashion, right? Imagine that he has an S/O that also models, but for things more..mature. He owns just about every product that you’ve been featured in—magazines, advertising, merchandise—he’ll take anything that has your face on it. Such a supportive boyfriend. Just don’t touch any of his pics; there’s mysterious stains and a stickiness to some of them.

And then there was that one job that had you dressed in a playboy-style bunny outfit. As usual, Hawks received his own copies of your photos and…well, it’s too bad you weren’t there to see his drooling face. The next time you see him, you’re surprised to hear just how enamored he is with your most recent photo shoot.

“I never thought you’d look so delicious.”

“Look at you, acting so small and meek in this shot. If only I was there to taste you.”

“This one’s my favorite. So sexy and delectable.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he wanted to literally eat you.

You got to keep the costume in the end, and since your man loved it so much, maybe you’ll surprise him tonight. Hawks had just gotten home from an active day of chasing down several quick-footed villains, and he wasn’t at all ready for what greeted him in the bedroom.

Then again, turns out that you weren’t ready either. You were expecting several possible reactions. Maybe he’d nut on the spot, maybe he’d faint, maybe he’d drop on his knees and thank you for blessing him on this stressful night.

Instead, he just…glares. You’re not sure what to do as he takes a step toward you with the most predatory gaze you’ve ever seen on a human. Hawks has been chasing down villains all evening, his speed and ambushing skills being put to the test. And now he comes home with traces of adrenaline still flowing through his veins, and you dress like this. You’ve got some damn nerve.

With one strong flap, he’s across the room and on top of you. He just stares down at your pinned form, watching you breathe harshly in confusion and slight fear. Any other time, he would stop what he’s doing and apologize. But this cute little bunny, this scared and helpless bunny that’s shaking beneath a hunter’s hold was turning him into something fierce. His lips crash into yours in a violent kiss before he’s licking you all over. You lay there in scared arousal, having no idea how this all got out of hand so quickly.

He’s growling as he tries to remove your clothing, too frustrated and currently too simple-minded to figure it out. When you motion to help him, several feathers are launched, wrapping around your wrists and holding them down. The look he gives you is sharper than a dagger. He doesn’t speak, but the message is clear: ‘No Moving.’

The outfit is officially ruined by the time he gets it off, and with you wearing nothing underneath, the smell hits him instantly, raw and powerful. You can’t deny that his feral behavior was exciting you, especially when he spreads your legs wide and salivates at your dripping cunt.

His mouth was on you instantly, lapping at you so loudly and sloppily that the sounds alone are bringing you close. He’s snarling and whining like a starving animal that’s ecstatic to finally be fed. When you cum, you try your best to free your legs and scoot away from his greedy mouth, but your struggling only riles him up. Prey is tastiest when it struggles. You’re writhing and moaning weakly while he drinks every drop that leaks from your pussy. Eventually, the loud and juicy meal is finished and he releases you, rising to his feet and leaving you in your paralyzed and drenched state.

Ten minutes later and Hawks is bawling about how he’s destroyed the best outfit in the world, cursing his “damned raptor instincts” to the moon. He buries the remains outside, dressed in all black. You just watch in pure bewilderment while your lower body tingles from small aftershocks, still at a complete lost over what the fuck just happened.

#asks #smut #hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami #i apologize for bringing this image into existence #wine shot

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The Exam (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: The Exam Rating: PG-13 Length: 1800 Warnings: Medical procedures (female physical examine, mentions of procuedures related to reproductive health) and discusions of miscarriages, infertility, and other topics related to conception and pregnancy. Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in July 1996. I learned something new about Reader today. So that was cool. Summary: Reader goes to the OB/GYN for an exam.

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You chewed at a hangnail on your thumb as you perched on the edge of the exam table, looking between Javier and the door. “You know, I ran out of a doctor’s office in a hospital gown once.”

Javier’s brows rose upwards as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest, “That sounds like a story I haven’t been told before.”

“Oh, the stories I could tell.” You laughed, though it didn’t quite reach your expression. “My mother was being… her usual self. I got fed up with her bullshit and decided to peace out. In the hospital gown.”

He snorted, “Somehow I can see you doing that.” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth as his eyes wandered around the room.

The walls were covered with anatomical posters of uteruses and Fallopian tubes; gleefully pregnant women and their partners. You watched the way Javier’s face sobered — and you wondered if he was thinking what you were thinking.

A quick knock gave you a moment’s notice before the doctor and a nurse stepped into the room.

“I do apologize for the delay,” the doctor remarked as she introduced herself to the both of you. “We had a mother going into labor during her exam. Never a dull moment.”

“Lucky her.” You offered wryly, brushing your hands over your lap, straightening out the hospital gown.

“Indeed.” The doctor chuckled as she washed her hands, before slipping on a pair of gloves. “Mr. Peña, you’re welcome to wait in the waiting room while we exa—“

“I’d prefer it if he stayed.” You interjected with a shake of your head.

Javier scratched at his jaw, “I don’t want to be in the way.”

“We’re in this together.” You reminded him, before looking towards the doctor. “There’s nothing we’ll discuss that I won’t tell him later.”

“It’s nice to see a supportive partner,” The doctor remarked with a smile. “If you don’t mind laying back, I’m going to begin the exam while I ask you a few questions.”

Your teeth bit into your bottom lip as you laid back on the table, the paper crinkling beneath you as the doctor loomed over you.

“How long have you been trying?”

“Two months.” You answered as the doctor examined your breasts, before moving towards your stomach. “But we’ve never really used protection outside of birth control.”

“And you’ve been pregnant before?”

“We have a daughter.”

“Any history of miscarriages?”

You nodded slightly, “When I was fifteen. I didn’t even know until I went to the hospital.” You tilted your head, your eyes meeting Javier’s. There was nothing but compassion in his gaze.

The doctor’s fingers pressed into the soft flesh of your stomach as the examination continued. “Any history of sexually transmitted diseases?”

“We’ve both been tested over the years. We’re clean.” You winced a little as she pressed down hard on a spot.

“Is that tender?”

“Yeah,” You shifted under her touch. “But I’ve got a bruise there.”

The doctor’s brows rose upwards skeptically.

“We’ve taken the trying very seriously.” You admitted with an awkward laugh, “Javi, do you have that chart?”

“Yep.” He popped the ‘p’ as he passed the piece of paper to the nurse, who handed it to the doctor.

She bummed curiously as she reviewed the past two months. You’d charted out the last day of your birth control, your period, temperature changes, and indicated the days and times of intercourse. If you were thorough in your professional work, you’d gone thoroughly overboard in your pregnancy planning.

“Now that we’ve completed the external examination, I’m going to do an internal and external ultrasound. Just to ensure that everything looks normal and healthy.” She looked towards Javier then. “I usually recommend that the male partner be tested as well. It’s a simple procedure to check semen count.”

Javier shifted uncomfortably, “I read the leaflet.”

The nurse stepped out of the room and returned a moment later with a cart that held the ultrasound machine.

“Did you have any complications during your first pregnancy?” The doctor questioned you.

“Our daughter wasn’t planned.” You admitted. “Birth control, but no other protection. Easy pregnancy, aside from morning sickness.”

“Beginner’s luck,” The doctor said lightly as she adjusted the stirrups at the base of the exam table, helping your feet into them. “We’ll start with the internal ultrasound. It will feel a bit uncomfortable at first, but hopefully it will help us figure out what’s going on.”

You gave her a thumbs up, turning your head to look at Javier. “Be glad you don’t have to do this part.” You remarked.

“Trust me,” Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, nodding towards one of the posters detailing an external cephalic version. “I’m already in awe of what women go through.”

There was nothing wrong with you. Everything looked healthy and functional. By all accounts — you should’ve been pregnant. But you weren’t.

The doctor ran a panel of blood tests that would take a few days to get the results of, but she doubted that they’d reveal anything. Javier scheduled an appointment to get his swimmers counted.

“You sure you don’t want me to drive?” Javier questioned as he settled into the passenger seat.

“It’s a nice distraction,” You retorted, reaching across the center console to steal his sunglasses off his shirt. “What’s the process?”

Javier huffed, picking you the sheet of instructions he’d been given, “Three to five days without activity.”

“Glad it’s next week then.” You rubbed your thumbs over the steering wheel, staring straight ahead for a moment before starting up the car. “I’m supposed to start ovulating at some point in the next forty-eight hours, if things are running smoothly.”

“It seems like I’m the problem here,” Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, brows furrowed as he stared at the sheet. “I figured this was coming. You know, Steve had to go through a whole gauntlet of tests when they were struggling.”

You nodded, “I remember. They both went through the ringer.”

“It says I can bring a guest.” Javier remarked as he turned the piece of paper over and continued reading.

“I’m sure Steve will be honored by the offer.”

“Really?”

“I feel like there’s a testy joke in there somewhere.”

Javier snorted, “You’re lucky I love your bad humor.”

“I’m lucky for a lot of reasons.” You told him with a smirk. “I’d be happy to help.” You reached over and patted his leg. “I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with you either. It’s just a matter of timing.”

“Maybe.” He sighed, folding he paper in half, and then in half again before tucking it into the front inner pocket of his jacket. “How are you feeling?”

You made a face as you stopped at a red light, “A bit violated, but that’s pretty normal once the stirrups come out. You should see what happens during a pap smear.”

Javier glared at you, “I read the informational poster. I’d rather not.”

“It’s fun.” You said dryly as you started through the intersection, making the turn onto the highway. “Thank you for coming today. For staying.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” Javier told you. “Even if it was one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life.”

You grimaced, “I should’ve told you before—“

“No.” He shook his head. “It’s none of my business.”

“True.” You scraped your teeth over your bottom lip. “There was never a time to casually bring it up.” You pointed out, “Hey when I was fifteen I had a miscarriage and I didn’t even know what was happening.”

“When you were fifteen,” Javier rocked his jaw, “I would’ve been already in and out of college, and settled into the job at sheriff’s office.”

You nodded, “Sounds about right. Twenty-three?”

“Probably twenty-four.” Javier rubbed his hands together as he stared out the passenger window. “For what it’s worth… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You told him honestly. “That was the first time I’ve thought about it since..” You thought for a second. “Maybe since I was a teenager. It never came up with Josie.”

“I wish this were as easy as it was with Josie.” Javier sighed. “It’s gotta be me. I’m not exactly young.”

“You’re not exactly old either.” You rolled your eyes. “Didn’t Hugh Hefner just have a kid at sixty-five?”

“True.”

“Okay, then it’s probably not you.” You flipped onto the turn signal and merged into the lane for the off ramp that led to your condo. “You’re only forty-five Javier.”

“I know.” He sighed heavily, sinking back against the seat. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the way he was clenching his jaw.

“Hey,” You reached over and squeezed his leg. “I think the doctor was pretty impressed by our chart.”

Javier snorted, resting his hand over yours. “We’re gonna have to break our streak when I’ve got to go without you, baby.”

“But that’s not for a couple days.” You reminded him, squeezing his leg three times. “You should’ve seen her face when she touched the bruise.”

“I’m sure she had a few thoughts on it.”

You laughed, “I’m sure.” In reality — you both knew that that was what happened when you got fucked into the side of your kitchen table. “You know what I don’t get?”

“Hmm?”

“When the doctor tells you that they’ll give you some privacy to get changed…” You said as you turned into your condo parking lot. “As if they haven’t just had a full look at your most intimate parts. Inside and out.”

“It didn’t look fun.” Javier’s brows rose upwards as he tilted his head to look at you. “You wanna rest? I can handle Josie this evening, when Steve drops her off.”

“I’ve been through worse.” You shrugged, pulling the keys out of the ignition. “It’s mostly just awkward. I mean, you saw the process. Mostly my stomach’s just a little sore because she prodded at me like it was a deep-tissue massage.”

“We’ve got a couple hours before he drops her off.” Javier tilted his head to look at you.

“I know.” You smirked at him. “And we’re home just in time for General Hospital.” It was no telenovela — but damn if you weren’t hooked.

“You know we don’t have to do this, right?”

“But I want to.” You met his gaze. “It’s probably just a matter of timing.” You wanted this to work — for him. You saw the way his eyes lingered on new mothers with their babies sitting in the waiting room. The way he made conversation with the anxious dads waiting for their partners to come out.

He’d missed all of that with Josie and you wanted to give him that one thing, after he’d given you everything.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

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Two years after Hermione’s first trip to Malfoy Mansion, she and Draco found themselves at a crossroads. Both felt the pressure of their looming 25th birthdays, budding careers, and their strictly physical relationship. A time of reckoning had arrived. Could they truly see themselves in a committed relationship with one another? Or, was it time to leave their carnal relationship in the past where it belonged?

[ E | AU | DRACO MALFOY IS HUGH HEFNER | EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT ]

chapter three: brittoli, italy in august 2003

new image by me because i can never make up my mind; i also think that this one reflects the energy of this fic better. anyhow, chapter three has been posted! this is a lovely little flashback to their first trip to italy together a few months after hermione first visited the mansion ;) keep reading for an excerpt!

The dining table only seated six, which Hermione found unusual for a man whose job it was to entertain people. Two places were set with plates and utensils; a small vase sat at the center, supporting two brilliant blue flowers. Hermione kept her feet moving forward, stepping into the lounge.

“This is probably my favorite room in all of Europe,” Draco said, making his way to the center of the room. The plain white walls were decorated with landscape paintings, showing off brilliant green trees swaying against fields with dozens of purple flowers. A river raged in one of them, fish jumping out of the water every few moments. “When things get to be too much, this is the one place I’ve always been able to escape to.”

“I like it,” Hermione stared at the fireplace along the back wall. On the mantle were pictures of Draco in his youth, all of them him alone or with Narcissa. Not a single image of Lucious could be found in the first level of the house. “It’s quaint.”

Draco stared at Hermione as she slowly closed the space between them. She couldn’t help herself--even if she wasn’t going to get screwed into the following week, she wanted to touch him. He eyed her as she approached, and hesitantly opened his arms as she moved to wrap herself around him. Hermione rested her head on his chest and could feel his heartbeat against her left ear. His arms made their way around her and she didn’t know how long they stood like that.

“I’m happy you’re here,” he said softly as if hoping she wouldn’t hear him. Hermione placed a gentle kiss on his right collarbone before turning up to face him.

“I’m happy I’m here,” she told him. Draco kissed her then, reaching up one hand to wrap in her hair and hold her in place. Their lips moved in perfect rhythm, spurred on by the growing feeling of warmth in both of their chests. When Draco pulled back, his eyebrows were knitted together in an expression Hermione couldn’t quite read. Draco cleared his throat and stepped backward, putting a few inches of space between them.

“I do believe we have a tour to finish,” he quipped, raising an eyebrow at her. “Don’t distract me.”

“I can’t help it,” Hermione giggled, tucking her hair behind her ear. She’d decided to keep it down, and the wind from the topless car had done a number on her curls. “You make it so easy.”

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hefnerama · 4 years

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I was tagged in a “three random things about you” thing by the great @captainbaddecisions, which I won’t be tagging-in anyone else because I don’t want to put anyone on the spot. Anyone except @captainbaddecisions, because he’s awesome and he roped me into this in the first place.

1.) I’m the estranged cousin of Hugh Hefner and met him once when I was seven, at the Playboy Mansion no less, and never heard from him again. I was completely cut off from the family for something my father did, and I have had no contact with the rest of my family ever since. I’m also related by marriage to Mark Rein-Hagen, creator of “Vampire: The Masquerade.” Met him at a family reunion, cool guy. We’re Facebook friends.

2.) I was a drama major in college and I used to perform one-man-shows across nineteen Fringe Festivals across the US and Canada. I dearly miss performing but my body issues have made me terrified to get back to it in some manner. See also: I used to cosplay. I hope that someday I’ll feel secure enough in myself to pull off a turtleneck Two-Face, possibly while doing a one-man-show.

3.) I only just recently realized, at age 36, that I’m asexual. Specifically Gray Ace and biromantic. That’s a long time to go wondering if you’re broken or wired wrong for not being as horny as your peers or the people you date. The culture of acephobia and erasure didn’t help either. Realizing it has been a source of great comfort and strength, as has been the surprising amount of support from Facebook friends, most of whom are older and blissfully ignorant of acephobia.

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“What Happened, Miss Simone": a documentary about the iconic American jazz singer, songwriter, pianist and civil rights activist

Today, we’re going to talk about a documentary released in 2015 and directed by Liz Garbus: "What Happened, Miss Simone?". It’s an archival documentary recounting the life and career of this great artist (Eunice Waymon — that was her given name). Lisa Simone, Nina's daughter, was the executive producer and helped the filmmaker to collect archive footage for the film. Indeed, the documentary is a digest of archives footages, but also of photographs and of contextual materials such as newspaper articles. The use of Nina Simone's personal diary is especially priceless: many extracts were selected in order to prove the facts that are told, and support the narrative framework chosen by Liz Garbus.

The film also distinguishes itself using sound archives: we hear Nina Simone's voice talking about her life. These recordings were made to simplify the writing of a biography, while the artist was still alive. The tapes were found in a house in the south of France, at the home of the journalist who had interviewed Nina Simone (Jayson Jackson). Most of the archives in this documentary leave me speechless, mainly due to the inclusion of rare archival footage that I had never seen before. Some are from the very beginning of the career of Nina Simone who released her first album in 1958 (Little Girl Blue). For instance, one of the film's most surreal scenes shows her performing in 1959 “I Loves You, Porgy" for Hugh Hefner (founder of Playboy Magazine) and his friends on the set of his TV show, Playboy's Penthouse.

Many of Simone’s pieces are broadcasted in the documentary (I Loves You Porgy, Love Me or Leave Me, My Baby Just Cares for Me, Backlash Blues, Missisippi Goddam, Strange Fruit…). We often watch her seated on stage, at her piano, playing frantically with her musicians; very often, the songs appear as instantaneous reflections of Nina Simone’s eventful life. The documentary has a very classical form, alternating between archive footage, and multiple testimonies of talking heads, including among others Lisa Simone, Alvin Schackman (the American jazz guitarist, who was a great companion of Nina Simone), but also Andrew Stroud (her husband who was also her manager).

Unfortunately, if the documentary begins by taking an interest in the importance of music in Nina Simone's life, it quickly gives up this study, which could have been fascinating. The documentary prefers to closely analyze the complexity of the artist’s life, mentioning her family relationships, her volcanic personality, her depression, the ups and downs of a long career. From this point of view, the documentary is sometimes violent in the words which are used. For example, when Lisa Simone explains that her mother sought violence, and that she “attracted” it. Also, while we hear the Nina Simone’s testimony on the domestic violence she suffered, we also hear the man that is responsible for the reported facts (she said: “He put a gun to my head, then he tied me up and raped me.”). But, his status, his words, are never questioned in the documentary, so that is deeply violent. In my opinion, this documentary really raises the question of the status of the witness' speech, the problem of hindsight, particularly in biographical movies. The words here carry an extremely sensitive, subjective and painful memory. The back and forth between all the testimonies illustrates a chaotic memory, and we understand that the artist's legacy is deeply complex.

However, I didn’t expect to watch a documentary with such an intimate bias, and I was disappointed from a musical point of view. Indeed, we learn nothing about Simone’s process of creation, nothing about her way of composing, writing, being inspired. However, she was not only a great pianist (she missed out on her dream of becoming a concert pianist as a result of segregation) but also a composer of great texts and pieces. She was able to instantly change the key while playing, she was able to improvise and change a known piece during a live concert. She introduced contrapuntal fugues in jazz reminiscent of Bach. She went from one musical genre to another. There is no documentation to provide information about her work, because the filmmaker didn’t want to focus on this. Even if she’s often shown on stage in the documentary, the voice-over would rather point out her inner worries, her suffering and her tiredness, so that music is associated with a negative feeling. As a critic said: “it’s a one-sided view of Nina Simone, without a focus on her amazing achievements. Not a mention of her music really - it functions more as a backdrop to this angry, slightly sad, slightly defeated so-called "objective" rendering of her life “. Yet, archives footage show her smiling, poised, energetic, alive with the audience. We can hear the exchanges she enjoys with them. In my opinion, the documentary didn’t put enough emphasis on her creative dexterity, her talent as a musician and didn’t speak enough of her songs, even though some of them are powerful and symbolize an entire era (such as Mississippi Goddam, which was a very important piece for Nina Simone and a whole generation, emphasising her commitment to the civil rights movement in America).

« Can't you see it Can't you feel it It's all in the air I can't stand the pressure much longer Somebody say a prayer

Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam »

As a lover of her music, I would have liked to have learned more about what drove her to create, which is necessary, and can’t be forgotten, while the film focuses more on her failures, or her status as a woman struggling with men. It’s important that biographical documentaries don’t gloss over the details that might make protagonists look bad and this one is far from glamorous.

The aim of the following articles will be to study how jazz documentaries deal with musicians' figures in order to ascertain whether or not the biographical function always omits documentary, musical and creative data in favor of lived experience. In “What Happened, Miss Simone?”, very little information in the documentary supported the very specific, detailed process of her creation. I still wonder if her processes were in her diary; I wish the film had included more of Nina Simone's music. In my opinion, the archival footage saves the documentary, providing a real joy showing her doing what she did best: playing piano, singing, performing on stage. In particular, the footage of her comeback performance at the Montreux Jazz Festival in 1976 captures both her terrifying and uncontrollable personality (“Sit down,” she orders someone in the audience) and her powerful beauty.

The title is a quote by the American author Maya Angelou. It’s a nice way to introduce the subject; it’s also about playing on words. What happened to you, who put all your rage and your unpredictability in your music? Then, what happened, what are the facts: through her music, we know what happened, because a real artist is a deep voice of the era and of history.

Anne Vinet

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Hugh Hefner's ex-girlfriend Sondra Theodore on being 'groomed' by Playboy founder: 'I saw the devil in him' #اہمخبریں

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Hugh Hefner's ex-girlfriend Sondra Theodore on being 'groomed' by Playboy founder: 'I saw the devil in him'

Hugh Hefner’s ex-girlfriend Sondra Theodore is coming forward with shocking allegations about the Playboy founder.

The magazine empire is being explored in a 10-part A&E docuseries premiering on Monday titled “Secrets of Playboy.” The special will feature new interviews with the former Playmate, along with numerous members of Hefner’s staff and inner circle. Hefner died in 2017 at age 91.

In response to doc, a spokesperson for Playboy issued a statement to Fox News.

“Today’s Playboy is not Hugh Hefner’s Playboy,” the statement began. “We trust and validate these women and their stories and we strongly support those individuals who have come forward to share their experiences. As a brand with sex positivity at its core, we believe safety, security, and accountability are paramount.”

PLAYBOY MODEL VICTORIA VALENTINO ON SPEAKING OUT AGAINST BILL COSBY: ‘IT WAS ABSOLUTELY LIBERATING’

“The most important thing we can do right now is actively listen and learn from their experiences,” it continued. “We will never be afraid to confront the parts of our legacy as a company that do not reflect our values today.”

“As an organization with a more than 80% female workforce, we are committed to our ongoing evolution as a company and to driving positive change for our communities,” the statement concluded.

Sondra Theodore met Hugh Hefner when she was 19. He was 50 at the time. (Ron Galella/Ron Galella Collection via Getty Images)

Theodore talked to Fox News about why she’s speaking out now, what it was like meeting Hefner at 19, as well as what compelled her to finally leave the Playboy Mansion.

Fox News: Why did you come forward with your story now? Sondra Theodore: I had been trying to come forward with my story, along with [former Playmate] Miki Garcia, for the past 10 years. And we were blocked at every turn. We had people who were interested, and then all of a sudden they weren’t interested. We were being shut down. We prayed for a woman like [filmmaker] Alex Dean to come along, a strong woman who was brave enough to take on Playboy and show us in the good light. We found that only a woman could really understand our stories.

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All of a sudden, she was in our lives. We thought, “She’s here.” So we decided to go ahead and do it. It was difficult for me, especially going back in the public eye. I’ve been living a really quiet life on a mountain. And I really liked it that way. But this was just too important. We had to do it. We had to get the story out.

Sondra Theodore had big dreams of becoming an actress. (Ron Tom/NBCU Photo Bank/NBCUniversal via Getty Images via Getty Images)

Fox News: How did you meet Hugh Hefner? Theodore: I was invited to go up to a party at his house with my high school best friend. I really didn’t have a concept of who he was. I told my mom, “I’m going to Howard Hughes’ house.” *laughs*. She goes, “He’s dead!” And I said, “Well, there’s this other guy with a HH in his name – it’s Hugh Hefner.” She immediately went, “Oh no, please don’t go up there.” I told her, “Don’t worry, I’m going with my friend and we’re coming back home together.” We wanted to check out what the party was all about. We ended up being introduced to him and he then took us on a tour of the property, just the two of us.

Fox News: What was your initial impression of Hugh Hefner? Theodore: He was very, very charming. I’m a 19-year-old girl who went to LA to be an actress. I felt like my world was becoming wonderful and I was meeting my prince. He had all the smooth moves and knew exactly what to say. We went back to the house and we started dancing to a Barry White song called “Baby Blue.” By the end of the night, my nickname was Baby Blue. I was in love before the night was over.

Fox News: How quickly did you become his girlfriend? Theodore: Right after that first night. But I didn’t move in right away. That took about six-eight months. … He started introducing me as his girlfriend and I became a Playmate right away. Things just started snowballing, and before I knew it, I was there for over five years.

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Sondra Theodore immediately became Hugh Hefner’s girlfriend after meeting him. (Ron Galella/Ron Galella Collection via Getty Images)

Fox News: When did you first realize something didn’t feel right to you? Theodore: I worked really hard to become an actress. My phone had been ringing off the hook. I’d go from one job to another. My star was shining. And then all of a sudden, my phone wasn’t ringing anymore. I mentioned it to [Hefner] and he said, “You don’t need to work anymore.” I didn’t understand it. … I remember he had security follow me. He said, “You’re my girlfriend, I get death threats and you could be a target.” Something in my gut told me this didn’t feel right.

When we broke up, a publicist told me I was supposed to be in a movie with Mary Tyler Moore, which would have been a big career move, to play her daughter. But he wouldn’t let me. I also learned from an executive that a memo went out, saying that nobody was allowed to tell me of any work coming in. And if I didn’t have any money, I couldn’t leave. He kept me secluded and pretty much under his thumb.

Fox News: According to the documentary, Hugh Hefner wanted to “party,” which was a term he used for something else that made you very uncomfortable. How did you make sense of it the very next day after it happened? Theodore: You have to remember that it didn’t happen overnight. I was groomed. It was a slow grooming to get to that point. And he broke me. He kept on and on about it. Finally, I made a deal that I would try it once and if I didn’t like it, he couldn’t make me do it anymore. You know, just leave me alone about it. Before then, every time he would ask, I would say, “Never, it’s never going to happen. It’s never going to be part of my world.”

The documentary alleged that Hugh Hefner manipulated Sondra Theodore into participating in an orgy. (Images Press/IMAGES/Getty Images)

We started with just one girl. I’m not bisexual. I’m not gay. And there’s nothing wrong with that, but I put that out there. It’s not something I would have ever pursued outside of being with him. But you have to understand, I fell in love with him. I was 19. He used to tell me things like, “We could be together forever if you did things that pleased me.” I didn’t have a prayer. … But the girls, we formed these incredible bonds. None of us were doing any of this outside of the mansion.

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It was something that we just did for him. Why? Because we were young and stupid. That’s the bottom line. And then drugs were introduced, which made everything easier. But it was all playacting. How did I make sense of it? I didn’t. I buried it so deeply. … I later realized how damaging it can be to a relationship in the end. I think any time you involve a third, fourth, fifth person in your relationship, things are going to get sticky. I would eat a worm or jump off a cliff than go into that situation ever again.

Fox News: What goes through your mind when you see those photos of you and Hugh Hefner together? Theodore: It’s like I’m looking at somebody else’s life. … I know it was me, but I’m still baffled by how he got me to twist my world so completely. And it was all for him. He used to say that Playboy did incredible things for these girls. And in some ways, yes, it gave us power over ourselves. But not really because behind the scenes, we were being manipulated and used for his pleasure, for other men’s pleasures up there. Behind the scenes, they were taking such gross advantage of these young girls.

We were barely out of our teens. I was still in my teens. We hadn’t seen the world. We hadn’t had our adult lives yet. We were just entering it. And he had. He had been married, divorced, had children. He was 50 when I met him. He was on top of his game. Playboy was on top of its game. People were enamored by him. I felt special.

He used to tell me that he had never liked a girl as much as he liked me. How he would love to have a child with me. How we were going to live happily ever after. He made me believe in all of those things. … He knew it was not going to last. It was just temporary. But how cruel to play a young girl that way.

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Fox News: What do you think was your breaking point? Theodore: The last year of our relationship was the scariest for me. He started taking acid every night and he would put it in my mouth. I would wait until he turned around and then spit it out because it was way too intense for me. Way too much. And it lasted so long. When sex was done, he’d say, “Now it’s time to have dinner and watch a movie.” And then he’d go to sleep. I thought, “How can he do that? How can he just turn this powerful drug off?” I never saw him drunk. Never, ever slurred. I just thought he made a deal with the devil. And I know it may sound crazy, but I could see the devil in him and it would scare me.

Sondra Theodore alleged there was rampant drug use at the Playboy Mansion. (Ron Galella/Ron Galella Collection via Getty Images)

I would slip out of the bedroom and go hide. The next day he would go, “Where did you go? How dare you.” But it was all worth it to get away from that. And at that time, there were always girls coming in. I remember there was one particular girl who pretended to be my friend. She wanted to be my best friend. She was really after my position.

But by then, I was just so over it. I was going to be 25 and I started questioning him. He didn’t like that. He didn’t like to be challenged in any way. So I was an easy replacement. And I was ready. I was becoming difficult. I was trying to hold him accountable, but he didn’t want to hear any of that. He just wanted the story to continue. So he kept replaying the same story with a new face.

Fox News: The documentary claimed Hefner used to have something called “Pig Night” where. allegedly, prostitutes were brought up for sex parties. Theodore: I remember people were coming over and I didn’t question it at first. But when I first heard about it, I had no idea what it meant. I snuck down the hall to find out what “Pig Night” was. There were all these young girls with these men wearing gold chains around their necks and presenting them. They all ended up in the grotto. All these faceless women had been brought up through those gates and blatantly used. They would wake up the next morning hungover, like “What happened to me?” It was awful. I just wanted to reach out and make them feel better and let them know it wasn’t their fault.

FORMER PLAYMATE CRYSTAL HEFNER SAYS SHE REMOVED ‘EVERYTHING FAKE FROM MY BODY,’ IS EMPOWERED BY ‘MODESTY’

Sondra Theodore said she became more difficult, which led to her being replaced. (Ron Galella/Ron Galella Collection via Getty Images)

But I didn’t have a prayer. I was a young, naïve girl myself and he was an older man. I thought I’d met my prince, maybe the prince of darkness. I had no idea how twisted his world could be. Anything taboo, he wanted to try. He took me to a sex club that had opened on Sunset [Boulevard]. I was still 19. I didn’t want to go. I begged him, “Please don’t let me go.” It was him, myself, his best friend and security. We walked in and I was just horrified.

It was dark and, can you imagine a club where people went to have sex in front of everybody, with everybody? I was just so sick. I begged to go home or at least go back to the car. Finally, he let me go and security took me back to the car. I felt embarrassed even just watching. But those are the kinds of things he did to break me, to see how far he can push me. He wanted me to believe that our lives were better than anyone else’s.

Fox News: How would you describe your life after you left the Mansion? Theodore: I don’t know if they had the term [PTSD] back then, but I know it affected me in a lot of ways. Certainly with relationships. When I left that property, I had things done to me all those years. I had forgotten how to fit in. I couldn’t fit in. I didn’t know what to do with myself. All those girls that were sent out back to society struggled to find themselves. I hope they went on to have a normal life, something they could be proud of. I know for me, that took a long time.

Sondra Theodore said that after Playboy, she found refuge in the mountains and led a quiet life. (Photo by Ron Galella/Ron Galella Collection via Getty Images)

Fox News: How do you feel now that you’ve spoken out? Theodore: I hope my kids can be proud of me for it. I hope they’re proud of me for coming forward. They’re my salvation. My children would say, “It’s the past, forget about it, move on.” Well, I am moving on. I’m moving on by telling the true story of what happened, so that doesn’t keep happening over and over again with another Hugh Hefner. Because there’s always going to be a Hugh Hefner out there.

“Secrets of Playboy” premieres January 24 at 9 p.m. ET.

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I don't support that nasty man in anyway, but it's kinda fucked up to bully a kid who can't help the way he was raised. How old is Travis anyways?

Oh boy, this is going to be a long one.

Coming from someone who studied psychology, has worked with children, who is working to become a teacher, yadda yadda yadda, I think I can say something here.

The fact of the matter is, no. It doesn’t matter how you were raised. I was raised in a strict religious household with an abusive father. But look at me. I’m one of the most liberal people you will ever meet. Why? Because I got up, went outside, and got educated. I learned. I studied. I researched.

There is no excuse in this day and age to be uneducated. Clearly, he has access to Internet. He’s on Tumblr. He can easily go to google and research Hugh Hefner and whatever else he’s posted about. There’s quite a lot on his old blog. Yes, I know about it. I very much known about it. It’s not that hard to do research.

And there hits a point where you can no longer coddle and play into the victim complex. Hell, you should never play into a victim complex. But y’know what? Sometimes, you need to give someone a swift kick in the ass and knock them off their high horse so they can see the fact that they are in the damn wrong. That’s what it took for me when I was that age. I needed a swift kick, metaphorically and sometimes literally. Obviously, I don’t support beating children. But you get the point.

TL;DR: Do your fucking research. If you’re wrong, people are going to call you out for being wrong. Quit being a little bitch about it and suck it up.

But that’s just the tea. My years of experience working with children as not only a teacher’s aid, but being in a foster family fostering children from all sorts of backgrounds means jack squat.

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Darren changed

I've been on Tumblr since 2012 and my former blog was all about Glee. Especially Klaine and CrissColfer.

Both ships helped me through a lot and gave me the strength to overcome the burdens I was carrying back then.

I'll never forget that and I'll always remember that time with a smile.

Now, six years later, I don't own my old blog anymore and left the fandom as an active member and decided to watch everything from afar. I left for several reasons – toxic people, questionable behavior inside the fandom and from the actors, senseless ship-wars, etc. But most of all, I had a very weird feeling which told me to create some distance between myself and the fandom and Chris and Darren.

Today I know why and the feeling I had eventually found an answer.

I've been watching this CrissColfer thing for the past six years, believing they were together, watching the PR game, learning about the PR game. I've been so deep in the fandom, gathering tons of information/knowledge and it was a great experience because I've learned a lot.

But now I'm older and since I've created some distance between me and the fandom and am, no longer, emotionally invested as I used to, I see things from a different perspective.

It started with Darren saying and doing questionable things (like that one Halloween costume as Hugh Hefner, things he said during Hedwig, that one Trevor interview in 2015(?)) and so did Chris, that I slowly started to feel uncomfortable by supporting them. I know, many things probably aren't even their doing but their PR telling them to say, or them trying to protect themselves and their privacy. I understand, it's not I like I don't get the system.

However, just because I understand doesn't mean I'm okay with that. Because I, out of respect towards myself, can't support someone I mainly don't agree with and consider their actions and what they say as problematic. It was a process, a game of patience because I believed, well we all make mistakes and we all sometimes say things in a way that can be easily misunderstood.

But it didn't stop.

And a lot of problematic things came especially from Darren, in the past 2 or 3 years. What bothers me the most is, how he labels himself, constantly, at any given chance, as straight (recently as straight, white, cis man) and yet thinks it's okay to talk about the LGBT community and act as some sort of savior while he distances himself so very clearly from the community. Not to forget the people he hangs out with, most of them people you'd never think he'd hang out with in the first place. I know it perhaps belongs to some sort of contract, some kind of game and maybe he has to do that. But then I've also learned something else.

People change and I change too, and sometimes people change so much, you simply can't and don't want to be associated with them anymore. It's like me, saying, I'm not a racist person and yet I consider and introduce someone as a friend of mine who is obviously racist. Of course people will question my words and who I am.

Sometimes we are friends with someone for so long, we don't question why we are friends, it simply is like that and we see that person the way we got to know them. We believe we know, we have an idea who they are because that's who they always were to us. It's hard to accept or notice the change when you're emotionally involved and in a friendship for a long time. I suppose it also has a lot to do with experience and age.

Sometimes it's healthy and important to have some distance and reflect.

Darren and his questionable behavior towards the LGBT community is not the only thing I'm really bothered with and I wish he would just stop behaving like he cares and knows stuff because he does not. All he did was say and do the right things and then, suddenly, piss on all the people by distancing himself as if gay is some sort of insult.

The things I've heard from him and read about him made me honestly feel sick.

But there is even more. As I said before, I was very deep in fandom and learned a lot, saw patterns etc. I believed, by supporting him I'd do the right thing.

Today, I don't believe that anymore.

If something is obviously wrong, it shouldn't be supported. Period. And I'm not just talking about Darren and the things he says and does, I'm also talking about the things that happen behind the curtain. Because as long as someone gets support it means whatever they do works and the person will be able to do more things while not allowed to cross certain lines. I don't want to support F/ox nor Ryan nor any other person who stands behind all of that. I don't want to support someone who hangs out with people who are obviously 'not good'. I don't want to support a system that needs to be changed so future actors can be who they are and recognized for their talent and not their sexuality.

There are so many other people who are true to themselves, who need so much more support than any other cis straight white person. People who genuinely care and are honest and keep themselves far away from an ugly and sick system.

Darren, in my opinion, changed, a lot. He used to be a person I'd support without a doubt because I agreed with his POV, with his personality and where his heart was. Today I can't see any of the things that made me his fan. Today he makes me sick whenever I see him. It makes me sick how people defend him too.

The CC fandom has become something that isn't much different from the haters from 5 years ago. They defend him constantly, find excuses about something that shouldn't be excused. I even end up wondering what would happen, if Darren did something really bad, and I mean really bad. What would people say then? His team forced him to?

My feeling back then was hard to be put into words. But what I've seen happening in the past weeks was the answer for that feeling. It's sad to watch what became of something and someone I once cared deeply about.

Darren is 30 years old, he is a grown up person who can speak for himself and who needs to be responsible for his actions, as we all do. It worries me to see how people treat him like some poor cupcake baby Darren who can't do anything for himself or on his own. No one can convince me that he isn't partly responsible of the things that happened and happen and no one can convince me that he, too, might have changed into someone who puts fame and money first

I’ve been thinking a lot if I should say anything or not because I honestly don’t care enough. But seeing how some people got called out for no longer supporting Darren by CC shippers changed my mind. And I feel sorry for those who decided to be good towards themselves and leave, getting called out on that and being called ‘no true fans’ or ‘people who don’t believe enough’ or ‘you don’t understand PR and what Darren has to go through’ as if his well being is more important than from any other person... the CC fandom changed a lot. And not in a good way, sadly.

#crisscolfer #darren criss

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I’m sorry, that I talk so much about Harvey Weinstein and the system of abuse around him. The interview the George Clooney though is really good. It gives insights into the mindset of men in Hollywood and elsewhere.

They think it is totally normal that an obviously not that handsome older guy hits on young girls, they think those young girls are freely sleeping with a guy like that and that there is nothing sleezy or creepy about it. If anything the girls want it to advance. An old married man sleeping with his employees is nothing strange or weird to them and certainly not something that makes them think there is somethig wrong. They never question it or themselves.

It’s the mindset of Hugh Hefner and Playboy that girls are somewhat dumb playthings. Always available to every man that has money or power. Men truly think they are irresistible and that it is normal that young beautiful women have to sleep with them to advance.

I’ve heard rumors, and the rumors in general started back in the ’90s, and they were that certain actresses had slept with Harvey to get a role. It seemed like a way to smear the actresses and demean them by saying that they didn’t get the jobs based on their talent, so I took those rumors with a grain of salt. [...]

A lot of people are doing the “you had to know” thing right now, and yes, if you’re asking if I knew that someone who was very powerful had a tendency to hit on young, beautiful women, sure. But I had no idea that it had gone to the level of having to pay off eight women for their silence, and that these women were threatened and victimized.

A guy like George Clooney who at least is somewhat conscious about what is going on in the world needs to have it pointed out to him explicitely by all those women coming forward with the stories about the horrible things they endure and how it made them feel, to take the moment and think: “Oh, maybe the problem weren’t the women, but the men and maybe we should question the way we think.”

That said. I believe him. I believe he ignored it and wasn’t aware that there was systematic abuse behind it. Not because he didn’t see it, but because he lives in this disgusting mindset that a huge part of society shares. I don’t believe those that said they never heard anything, but I can believe those that were so damn ignorant and oblivious to never question the motives behind “old sleezy slimeball sleeps with young beautiful actresses”. Society is fucked up like that and we really have to learn to support the women and victims and that power imbalance should always alarm us. It’s not only in Hollywood that thinks like that happen. Stories about the boss hitting on a young girl are sadly part of too many workplace rumours. We have to take them more serious.

#harvey weinstein

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Crystal Harris Pretends To Cry While Explaining Hef Breakup

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Crystal Harris continued her Runaway Bride press tour last night on Entertainment Tonight; it was her first television interview since announcing earlier this week that she would not marry Hugh Hefner as planned on Saturday. While she did try to cry during her interview, Crystal was mostly all smiles as she explained her reasons for calling off the wedding, one of them being the 60-year age difference — you know, that same 60-year age difference that everyone from awards show hosts to blogs to pundits mocked since the couple's December engagement (Crystal pretended to be offended by that mockery during her last interview with Entertainment Tonight). She says that her rumored affair with Dr. Phil's son Jordan McGraw had nothing to do with the breakup and that the two are just friends who have been working on her music career.

And in case you were wondering, Jordan had nothing to do with the dance single Crystal released earlier this week. Reply114 replies

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Burpy Boo Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 11:49am She's 25, right? So, perhaps I am naive, but why does it seem like she's had some sort of plastic surgery? Her face just doesn't really move when she speaks... or, maybe it's just that she's not particularly emotionally moved by the end of her engagement - so many possibilities! Reply

BlondeGoddess Burpy Boo 6/17/11 12:10pm Botox. Reply

thenumbler Burpy Boo 6/17/11 12:48pm It's like her lips are too huge for her to be able to talk correctly. Kind of sounds like when someone tries to cry and talk. Reply

This is an Awesome Pen Name Burpy Boo 6/17/11 12:54pm A lot of cosmetic surgeons are pushing to have Botox done *before* you get wrinkles so it can prevent wrinkles.

I know because my mother has suggested I do it to my brow-furrow area. Because I tend to furrow my brow. My husband has begged me not to because he said it's the best way to know when I'm really angry. Reply

bitchfacemcsasspants This is an Awesome Pen Name 6/17/11 1:18pm My mom told me this the other day after returning from a Botox session, and I almost laughed. Preventative Botox? Seriously? Dumbest thing I have heard lately. As if injecting bacteria into your face isn't already a dumb enough idea. Reply Show more replies in this thread

missWhaTha Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 11:32am There's something...off...about her face. I understand that's par for the course when it comes to Playmates/Hef's ladyfriends in general, but she's only how old?! She looks like the next Real Housewife of Orange County. Reply

cefdonnelly missWhaTha 6/17/11 11:42am I thought the same thing..she is 25 yet looks 40. I blame plastic surgery and unhealthy lifestyle. Also I really don't understand what's special about her. Reply

padme cefdonnelly 6/17/11 11:47am She's 25? Here I thought Hef was being more reasonable marrying an older woman. I thought she was in her late 30s at least. Remind me not to get plastic surgery on my face ever. Reply

BoxMeowBox missWhaTha 6/17/11 11:48am Her upper lip appears frozen when she speaks. Maybe she and Hef were experimenting with cryonics together. Reply

Myxomatosis missWhaTha 6/17/11 11:52am Well (and I mean this with the least amount of body snark possible when talking about someone's appearance), it's pretty clear she had her lips done, and the top one especially stretches across her face really tightly when she talks, and it looks super unnatural Reply Show more replies in this thread

lost_grrl Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 9:27pm It seems pretty clear that she planned this since the beginning...she broke it off like the day after that month's magazine went to print or something like that and there are rumors that she had planned all along to leave him at the alter in order to get publicity since the wedding was going to be filmed for a special TV show. She was said to be shopping around for a $500,000 deal for the first "Runaway Bride" interview. Does she really think that the general public is going to believe that she suddenly woke up 5 days before the wedding and realized that Hef was the Crypt Keeper or that there were other women at the Playboy Mansion? I don't know how the whole thing works...if he is really having sex with multiple women or not (I got the impression from something I saw with that Kendra girl that he does not sleep with all of his "girlfriends"...which begs the question why he would call them girlfriends otherwise) but it should have come as no surprise to her that the man she was about to marry was older than her grandfather or that there were other women willing to take her place. Sorry Crystal...I don't buy it for a second.

It makes you almost feel sorry for Hef...almost. Reply

Dumbbutnotblonde lost_grrl 6/18/11 6:03am @lost_grrl: Not to mention it was also the day her single was released.... Reply

welllahdeedah Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 11:49am The only other woman in Hef's life at this point is probably an at-home nurse, who attends to his daily shots of virgin blood and changes him every so often.

If Crystal was so jealous of the sponge-baths, she should have offered to take a PSW course. Reply

Apricot Poodle Riding Eeyore Across a Rainbow Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 2:13pm I think the interviewer's concern!face is pretty spectacular. Reply

jesbelle Apricot Poodle Riding Eeyore Across a Rainbow 6/17/11 2:41pm Watching this without the sound was really the only way to go. It's like performance art or something. "Smarmy douchebags mime emotions at one another"

Am I the only one who's uncomfortable by the camera constantly zooming in on whomever is speaking? I really don't want to get closer to either of these fools, thanks. Reply

Leahthekid jesbelle 6/17/11 10:32pm i got the feeling he hit on her afterwards. i felt like he was trying to look professional and concerned, but the whole time was thinking, she's a whore-i have an entitlement to tap that Reply

kookla Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 6:07pm If I were Jordan McGraw, I wouldn't want to be associated with that single either. And I'm not talking about the song. Reply

BabyJane Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 3:14pm I hate the fake cry. You know you're not crying. I know you're not crying. So let's just knock it off, shall we. Reply

Jessica Zimmerman Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 11:37am I use a Mac and all of a sudden over the last few weeks I can't view any of these videos. I use firefox and tried safari, anyone know what to do? Reply

GravityBringsUsDown Jessica Zimmerman 6/17/11 11:46am I use Chrome and I can see all of them on my Mac! Reply

tourist19 Jessica Zimmerman 6/17/11 11:47am I use chrome on my mac, but sometimes have that issue here. If the video doesn't load at all, but the rest of the page does usually a reload will make it appear. If the video does load, but doesn't play I generally hit play, then move the dot on the viewing bar back and forth until it kicks in. Sounds weird, but it works. Reply

Jessica Zimmerman GravityBringsUsDown 6/17/11 11:47am Good to know thanks :) I may have to get that! Reply

Slomo788 Jessica Zimmerman 6/17/11 11:48am Google Chrome. Your Mac's Flash plugin might need updating too. Reply Show more replies in this thread

SittingDuck139 Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 11:51am Lol, I hate to admit it, but here's a guy who can't help but enjoy how transparently this gal used and then dumped Hef.

Full disclosure: I am, in fact, a Hef-hater. I know, bros before hos, hate the playa not the game, (but REALLY don't really hate the playa, either, cause then you're just a jealous friggin' loser, dude). The whole guy code, I get it, I'm familiar with it, I'm generally on board with it. I usually TRY to comply — sincerely, i do.

But in Hef's case, I've never been strong enough, I guess. I hate the guy. I know what you'll say — I'm just envious of that ridiculous lifestyle of his — and I won't argue the point — I'm sure that it's to some degree true. But frankly, more than the lifestyle itself, I think it's Hef's smug, self-satisfied, flaunting of that lifestyle that really grates... I mean, enjoy, brotha, you're old, decrepit, fading, you might as well enjoy what you can while you can. But can you have the good manners to just do it a little more quietly?

Anyway, I'm kinda cheering Crystal on this one, even though I know she doesn't particularly deserve it. Call me a hata, 'cuz a hata I am. Reply

bitchfacemcsasspants SittingDuck139 6/17/11 1:14pm I don't think you're as alone as you think you are in those sentiments. I know plenty of men who think he's a repulsive old bugger. My dad has two daughters, and his thoughts on the matter pretty much revolve around how he would mutilate Heffner in 10 different ways if he even ever looked at us. Hef's just gross, most people know it, and I doubt very many people genuinely support his lifestyle. I think he's more of a laughingstock at this point than anything else. Reply

Greenspanner-in-the-Works SittingDuck139 6/17/11 1:37pm Makes me wish duck season were here, kinda, sorta, almos'. Reply

Perhaps Not SittingDuck139 6/17/11 3:44pm Um, hallelujah. Reply

bitchfacemcsasspants Greenspanner-in-the-Works 6/17/11 4:10pm Best comment ever. Reply Show more replies in this thread

nyc-caribbean-ragazza Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 11:40am He has other women in his life? Oh please. The dude can barely walk. My grandfather passed away at 96. During his 90s he seemed a lot more with it than Hef. Reply

expertdabbler nyc-caribbean-ragazza 6/17/11 12:59pm

I'm pretty sure this Anna Berglund chick is the next in line. She's been posing on red carpets with just Hef and Crystal all year even though her issue came out in January. Reply

nyc-caribbean-ragazza expertdabbler 6/17/11 1:27pm Maybe she will have a show with Hef. The one with Crystal and twins didn't do so well. I wonder if Hef still makes his "girlfriends" keep a 10:00 p.m. curfew. Reply

real_recognize_real Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 7:47pm I'm sorry the lip injections, the botox, and plastic surgery... it's too much, and it's really distracting me. She's like my age!! What you need botox and a facelift for? Those lip injections are killing me softly. If you have thin lips, you have thin lips! The lip injections on the upper lip look like she has like a thick slim upper lip. not natural at all.

It's just funny because she got all the botox and what not to look younger, but that stuff really just makes you look SO much older!

oh, beauty standards in this country. When you try to achieve them, you wind up looking worse. Reply

black and tan real_recognize_real 6/18/11 2:14am it really does blow my mind that she is 24. its a combo of the plastic surgery and "the look". it is not flattering for young women. not fresh at all.

i know women in their twenties who have had botox and fillers. they look great; they DO NOT look like this. you would never know. it isn't just the needles, its the "look"/"image" and the lifestyle. very aging. :( Reply

nowmedusa Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 11:33am No regrets? Not even for that zig-zag part? Reply

gold_gato nowmedusa 6/17/11 1:21pm Hef likes his women in the 90s. Oh, wait! Reply

talithaghetto nowmedusa 6/17/11 7:18pm Just think how much worse her roots would look if her hair had a straight part. Reply

mannequin Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 12:26pm I actually thought she sounded really genuine when she talked about the dynamics of the mansion (jealousy, cattiness, revolving girls, etc). Obviously its ridiculous that this is even this big of a deal, just my 2 cents. Reply

Dr Pamela Isley mannequin 6/17/11 10:55pm I was set to see a gold digger and what i saw was a gold digger who had just enough of something in her that she couldn't go through with it. I also thought she was pretty genuine when she talked about how the mansion works and what she realized she couldn't do or live with. Reply

ApocalypseHow Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 11:34am Hef and I have the same birthday. I take it as proof that G-d has a sense of humor. Reply

spiraloflife ApocalypseHow 6/17/11 12:02pm We have the same birthday, then! Reply

Dirk Anger ApocalypseHow 6/17/11 2:01pm Different century, though Reply

slowtraincoming Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 11:53am Wait, when did she try to cry? Reply

BrightSpark slowtraincoming 6/17/11 11:57am Around 00:50 if I would have to guess!? Reply

Leahthekid slowtraincoming 6/17/11 10:34pm oh i geuss they cut that Reply

HopeAngel Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 1:57pm I cannot BELIEVE Hugh Hefner did not tell this innocent girl that not only is he 85 years old, but that he allows other women to venture in and out of the Playboy Mansion. Just to TRICK her into marrying him! The utter nerve! She's lucky she escaped that level of deceit while she still had her integrity intact. Reply

Dumbbutnotblonde HopeAngel 6/18/11 6:06am @HopeAngel: This Reply

Samoonta Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/18/11 12:58am Ahhh, I see. Coco is likable (and she is) so her plastic surgery decisions are OK. But Crystal is unlikable (and she is) so we can all pile on and body snark on her own personal surgery choices. Cool, cool. Reply

black and tan Samoonta 6/18/11 2:11am LOL! yes.

also, how women are designated as "likeable" and "unlikeable", on this site and in the media in general, seems extremely arbitrary to me. and it is really mostly other women doing the judging/designating. Reply

Leahthekid Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 10:30pm How could she not have known about the latest playboy? seriously....besides the fact that she posed for it and was aware of the upcoming release (or possibility of one), why would she not check up on that? Reply

Dr Pamela Isley Leahthekid 6/17/11 10:52pm she didn't know it was going to be labeled "Runaway Bride," not that she was in it. Reply

person9911 Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 1:30pm Is she obliged to cry or something? Am I missing something? Reply

Ignotus person9911 6/17/11 2:54pm It's an odd title but I'm assuming their talking about the lack of emotion coming from Crystal. *shrugs* Reply

Justine Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 3:57pm Do people just say "no regrets" because it sounds badass now, with no regard for context? Reply

Leahthekid Justine 6/17/11 10:31pm because it's become totally fetch to say that. Reply

Ignotus Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 3:02pm Eh. Ever since the beginning this whole marriage and shit always seemed like a set up. I mean, he has to have as many women in that mansion as he is old. And that thing with Holly wanting to get married and have kids with Hef was weird enough. Why get married? Am I missing something. Reply

Her? Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 12:00pm "There's definitely an age difference."

Understatement of the fucking century. This whole mansion thing reeks of Waco Texas to me. The whole family was planning the wedding? Not the only woman. Women in line to be on Hef's arm next.

It sounds like the deprogrammers got to her just in time. Reply

Science and Sex, Bitches Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 12:01pm I guess her Castle of Sin must be the next mansion, just waiting for Hef to kick the bucket. Reply

Papaya432 Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 11:33am Wow... why did I click on that song? Didn't Heidi Montag already make a whole album like this? Reply

Hotpants-McGee Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 12:47pm OK, maybe the first chick that moved into the mansion could have been taken aback by the Playboy lifestyle, but after like 50 years, I think we all know what it's like there. Jealousy and cattiness will happen, sorry. Reply

helechoanarquista Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 5:37pm I don't even recognize her. Clearly she told them to go heavy on the Botox in preparation for her big media tour. Reply

kaylam89 Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 11:47am Jesus that song is annoying. Reminds me of Kim Kardashian's failed attempt at making music. Reply

JoeThursday Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 1:57pm I hate how ET uses those little cartoon ribbons to cover her already-covered lady-bits. Reply

allcomingupmilhouse Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 11:59am Is it wrong that I kinda liked that song? It's fairly reminiscent of Britney. I'm a fan. Reply

bozofish11 Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/18/11 4:52pm I bet Holly is doing her crazy dolphin laugh all over Vegas.

...Or just doing dolphins all over Vegas. Reply

ortcutt Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 7:04pm This is the most brilliant viral marketing campaign of all time. Can you believe how much free publicity Hefner has milked out of this fake romance? Reply

tinfoil-party Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/18/11 1:28pm CALCULATED, CLAIR ST. CLAIR. The word is calculated. Reply

This Lady is Brutal Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 8:46pm There is NO WAY this was ALL PLANNED IN ADVANCE! NO WAY! Reply

Perhaps Not Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 3:46pm All good points, but you know who I don't feel sorry for? Hugh Hefner. Reply

tlong1122 Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 11:33am She's pretty.

She's skeevy.

She's pretty skeevy. Reply

Proofer Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/18/11 3:03am She sounds overwhelmed. But if I looked that pretty, I'd be overwhelmed all the time. Reply

girl_ninja Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 11:30am Calucltive move? I'm sorry, I don't even know how to spell what she said. Reply

Kelfire Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 12:30pm whats up with the guttural gasping sound at 0:22 ? Reply

YouToldMe Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/18/11 7:35am She's as fake as her tits. Reply

ohmystars Tracie Egan Morrissey 6/17/11 2:03pm holy plastic surgery! Reply

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viohra · 7 years

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This whole Hugh Hefner thing has revealed how ridiculous Tumblr is when it comes to porn. I see puritan ways don't die easily.

Also tumblr feminists self destructing trying to decide if porn is empowerment or not and to support sex workers or not, and the results of doing any of that thereof, is fucking hilarious.

Never change, America, you ridiculous, ridiculous nation of inanity

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skeletonfromspace · 7 years

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OP is a terf, here’s that good shit

Emotionally/sexually abused and manipulated women in the Playboy mansion:

From Jennifer Saginor, a woman who used to live at the Playboy mansion:

-“Honestly, are they Playmates or inmates?” (x)

- Girls had to stay tanned, slim, and ideally, blonde. They were also required to dress a certain way. (x)

- Heftner decided who was allowed to speak. (x)

- Women in the mansion were forced to do whatever Heftner wanted sexually. Women who disagreed or refused to participate were given horrible treatment and lowered in “ranks”. (x)

- Additionally, girls would be told to sleep together even if they weren’t bisexual: “He’s big into ‘girl-on’girl”.) (x)

- Diets were given to the women in the mansion who help them lose weight. Lots of girls were on amphetamines, and Jennifer described the emphasis on weight loss as “very abusive”. (x)

From Holly Madison, a woman who used to live at the Playboy mansion:

- “He knew roughly four things about each girl: her name, her age, where (approximately) she was from and how well she behaved and followed the rules. He liked to play favorites to keep everyone on their toes. How else could he stay in control of seven women? He needed to somehow maintain the upper hand.” (x)

- Hefner conducted a nightly “bizarre bedtime group sex ritual”. (x)

Other:

- “[The Playboy mansion] disguises a grubby world where some girls feel they are no better than prostitutes, paid pocket money by an octogenarian obsessive who funds plastic surgery to turn them into his physical ideal […]” (x)

- The mansion had dirty living conditions, with a rigid 9pm curfew for grown women. (x)

- “There was no protection and no testing for sexually transmitted diseases,” said a woman who used to live in the Playboy mansion. (x)

Supported pedophilia:

- Jennifer Sanginor stated that the Playboy mansion housed underage girls (x)

- Playboy magazine wrote an article containing an article on a book titled Without Shame: Encouraging the Child’s Healthy Sexual Development, saying its release “couldn’t have come at a better time”. This article was accompanied by an image of a child’s letter block with a nude, masturbating woman depicted on one side (captioned “never too young”). The book itself noted that “innumerable baby boys were born with fully erect sexual organs” and that “all girl babies lubricated vaginally in the first four to six hours of life” – and are, therefore, apparently ready for sexual intercourse. (x)

- Heftner made his sons Marston, 9, and Cooper, 10, share a bedroom with a “girlfriend” in the mansion. (x)

- Playboy published a feature article entitled “The Child-Pornography Myth” by Lawrence Stanley, which was originally published in Paidika, The Journal of Paedophilia. Stanley was also affiliated with Uncommon Desires, a publication geared toward those with a sexual interest in young girls. He has since been arrested for the possession of child pornography. (Playboy Magazine 1988) (x)

- Examining Playboy magazines over the span of 25 years, it was found that Santa Claus was depicted as a “child magnet” 329 times. In 170 of those cases, sexual activity was involved. (x)

- In urging men to have recreational sex, Playboy stated “date virgins, orvery young lovers, or people who were monogamous for the past decade, and you cut down your chances of being exposed to the virus”. (Playboy Magazine May 1987)

- Dorothy Stratten, a Playboy centerfold, was tricked and intimidated into photo sessions by Snider at age 17, who then sold the photos and access to Dorothy herself to Hefner. Ms. Stratten said she was sexually molested by Hefner. After her death, Hefner was made aware that Ms. Stratten had hated the pornography made of her and had hated posing for it. He responded by issuing more videotapes of Ms. Stratten posing. (x)

- Playboy featured photos of Brooke Shields, painted sexually, naked in a bathtub, at age 10. (x)

Promoted Beastiality:

- Cartoons in Playboy depicted men raping animals as being humourous. (source link contains photo of an example cartoon)

- “Then Hefner said that while he liked “Deep Throat”, he was more interested by the movie [which she was forced into by her abusive husband] I’d made with a dog.” “Oh, you saw that one?” Chuck [her batterer husband] said. “Oh that was terrific,” Hefner said, “You know, we’ve tried that several times, tried to get a girl and a dog together, but it has never worked out.” “Yeah, that can be very tricky,” Chuck said, “The chick’s got to know what she’s doing.” “That’s something I’d like to see,” Hefner said, “I think I’ve seen every animal flick ever made but–” Then Chuck offers Linda as a “willing” participant. (Ordeal by Linda Lovelace)

Other:

- Heftner offered an unwilling participant a quaalude. When she declined, he replied, “Usually I don’t approve of drugs, but you know, in the ‘70s they used to call these pills ‘thigh openers’.” (x)

- Heftner on feminism: “These chicks are our natural enemy. What I want is a devastating piece that takes the militant feminists apart. They are unalterably opposed to the romantic boy-girl society that Playboy promotes.” (x)

#hugh hefner

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