#director!charlie barber

[rynwritesstuff]

Crazy In Love

Movie Director!Charlie Barber x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, PIV sex, brief name-calling (slut, whore), gendered pet names (pretty girl), and general sexy stuff

Word Count: 1,150

Summary: You and Charlie have sex after a movie premiere. 

Author’s Note: Thank you to the people who sent requests/ideas in! I’ll get to them soon, I just had to write this lmao. Feel free to send as many as you want. <3

Your love’s got the best of me, baby you’re making a fool of me . . . “ - Crazy In Love, Beyonce 

The lights come up, and Charlie stands, which tells you that you should stand as well. You do, smoothing out your dress as you smile softly. Charlie’s grinning and waving and lighting up a cigarette, and God, he looks delicious. 

You’re so proud of him, of his accomplishments, tonight and always. He’s so creative, your Charlie. He made a masterpiece, he really did. You’re not good at sharing, but tonight? You’re alright with the world seeing just how talented Charlie Barber is. The credits of his movie are rolling on the big screen, and people are standing up to clap. You could cry, so beyond thrilled that everyone who ever doubted your boyfriend has been proved wrong. He did it. He did this, and he did it well. 

He looks back for you, trying to find you in the sea of people, and when he spots you, his smile widens. You blow him a kiss. 

He catches it, then reaches into his pocket to pull out a cigarette. He lights it up and begins to smoke it. You swallow harshly, still clapping for him as heat forms between your thighs.

People make their way out of the theater, and you hurry to catch up to Charlie. When he sees you, he holds his hand out to you. 

“There she is,” he says. “My pretty girl.” 

You smile, leaning against his arm as you hold his hand. 

“You did such a wonderful job, baby! It was incredible!” 

“Yeah? You really think so?” Charlie asks. He kisses the top of your head, and the cameras go crazy, snapping and shooting pictures of the two of you. “Of course I think so!” you say happily as the two of you walk out to the car. It begins to drive you both back to the hotel. Charlie’s hand rests on your thigh the entire way there, and you know exactly what this means. 

He’s trying to contain himself, behave himself, but really? He loves the way you look in this dress, and he’s eager to take it off of you. 

The two of you walk up to the hotel room wordlessly, and Charlie swipes the card to unlock the door. You step inside before him, and he puts the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the outside handle before closing and re-locking the door. 

You smile at him as he loosens his tie. 

“You look so handsome, Charlie,” you say as he walks towards you. He hums, putting his hands on your hips and pulling your body flush against his. 

“And you look absolutely – mm – beautiful,” he says, kissing you in the middle of his sentence. 

You need him so badly. He looks so good, and your pussy is so wet . . . 

“Please fuck me,” you breathe against his mouth. Charlie hums. 

“You need it that badly, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you say, nodding eagerly. “Need you. Need your dick.”

Charlie chuckles lowly, then says: “And they say romance is dead.”

You give his ass a playful squeeze. 

“The offer’s gonna expire, Mr. Director . . .”

“Oh?” Charlie says, tugging you towards the bed. He shoves you down on it. “We wouldn’t want that.”

You smirk, pulling your dress up as he works at his pants. By the time he manages to get his cock free, you’ve pulled your panties off and tossed them to the floor. Charlie gets on top of you, settling between your legs, and kisses you deeply as he presses his cock up against your entrance. He smells like cologne and cigarettes, a smell that is so classically Charlie. 

You love it. 

He’s kissing you like his life depends on it, like he’s a starved man in need of something, anything. 

“Mm. You gonna take my cock?” Charlie breathes against your mouth. You nod, and Charlie presses his tip into your pussy. 

“Fuck, Charlie . . .” 

“Ask nicely,” he teases. “Ask me nicely, and I’ll fuck you how you like it.”

Your pussy clenches. 

“Need you,” you say, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. “Need you so badly, Charlie, need your cock in my pussy, please . . .“

He thrusts the rest of the way into you, and once you’ve adjusted to the feeling, he begins to roll his hips. He wastes little time, picking up speed almost immediately and fucking you into the mattress so hard that you can barely formulate a sentence. 

“F-Fuck! Fuck, Charlie! Mmm!”

“Take it . . . Take it, pretty girl. Take it like I know you can . . .”

Your body is bouncing as he rolls his hips furiously. Your hands move up to tug at his hair, and he grunts softly as you give it a good yank. 

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you all through the movie,” Charlie admits. “Couldn’t stop thinking about having you like this . . . My perfect little slut . . . Such a good whore . . .”

“Mmm, fuck!” you groan at his words as he pounds you. “Fuck, shit, Charlie . . .!”

“Touch yourself,” Charlie says. “Touch that little clit for me. Wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

You reach down, and you desperately rub your clit, chasing your orgasm. 

“Don’t stop talking, Charlie,” you breathe, rubbing your clit quickly. “Tell me what a good whore I am . . .”

Charlie grunts, fucking you faster. 

“The best,” he breathes. “The best l-little whore . . . Mmm . . . Always taking cock like a good girl . . .”

He’s losing himself in the pleasure that your body is providing, and his cock begins to throb and twitch. He’s close already. 

“Fuck, fuck, Charlie . . . “

“My own personal slut, hm? You love taking cock, but I know you l-like mine the best . . . Shit!”

You nod quickly. 

“I do,” you breathe. “I do. You’re the best I’ve ever had, Charlie . . . Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” 

He nods, then presses his face against your shoulder as your orgasm crashes over you. Waves or pleasure cascade over you, all radiating from between your legs. Chills rise on your arms, but you can’t feel them. You’re too focused on prolonging your orgasm. When Charlie feels you flooding his cock, he cums with a long grunt. 

“S-Shit! Fuck!” he exclaims, dumping his cum into your pussy. You groan at the feeling. You’re so full of him, so full of his seed, and God you feel fulfilled. 

“Fuck,” you sigh before Charlie kisses you. His lips work against yours, and you laugh breathily when he pulls away. Your lipstick is all over his mouth. You touch his cheek. 

“Pretty boy,” you mutter. 

You kiss him again. 

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[strawberry-whorecake]

One Hell of a Star | C.B.

pairing: Charlie Barber x fem!reader

summary: Being an aspiring actress, fresh off the press of Julliard, Charlie Barber’s theater company was the first place you put your bets on into making it. However, your audition doesn’t go quite how you’re used to, not that you’re complaining.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: swearing, power dynamic, abuse of power, PinV sex, unprotected sex, cum eating, slight dubcon

A/N: i’ve been writing so much Kylo, i decided to take a break with Charlie

Charlie Barber was the most sought after director in New York. His theater company, Exit Ghost, was exactly where you found yourself being a young, aspiring actress. It was the first place you figured you had a real shot, and after hearing nothing but good about Charlie Barber, it was worth that shot.

The halls glowed a soft orange as your shoes echoed against the linoleum with every step you took. It was mostly empty, only passing about two other people who paid you no mind as you walked along.

Reaching the main theater doors, you took a reaffirming breath as you pulled them open, the doors groaning in response. The theater was dimly lit and barren of anyone except for the back of a head containing raven colored soft waves.

Upon the doors' announcement of your arrival he smoothly turned his head and peered over his shoulder. "Can I help you?"

You'd recognized him in local papers and from website articles critiquing him with high praise for his work. "Oh, I'm so sorry to disturb you," your eyes flashed to the notebook he'd previously been scrawling his thoughts away in. "Uh, hi, are you Charlie Barber?" you asked, taking a few steps into the theater. He set his preoccupations aside and stood, swelling to his full 6'2 height.

"I am, and you are?" He looked you over as you two approached one another, taking in every aspect of your appearance while you introduced yourself. He stuck out his hand, giving yours a shake. His grip was firm, confident, and your handshake in comparison felt weak. Just as weak as you felt in the knees taking in the sight of the handsome man.

"I've heard all about your theater company–I saw your play on Broadway, Electra, it was excellent." He smiled at your praise and nodded his head in thanks. "I'm an actress–er, I'd like to be." You lowered your gaze, holding out your makeshift resume of previous productions you'd been a part of. He took it from your grip, letting his eyes graze over the paper.

His brows furrowed softly as he made mental note of everything you've done thus far. "You've never been a part of a proper play?" His tone was gentle despite his words being vaguely critical. "No sir, Mr. Barber, I've just graduated from Julliard, I've only done college productions..."

He raised a brow, his dark eyes meeting yours. "Julliard, huh? They're tough to get into." You nodded, but he spoke again before you could get a word out. "And please, call me Charlie, Mr. Barber was my father and makes me feel much older than I am." he chuckled softly, easing you into a gentle smile.

"Charlie," you familiarized yourself with the feeling of his name on your lips. "I know I'm asking a great deal from you, being rather inexperienced, but I'd like to ask you to take a chance on me."

He considered you, his eyes grazing over your appearance again. His gaze drifted across your features for a few moments before he allowed himself to peer at your frame only for a second–meeting your eyes again.

"So you're looking to audition then?" You nodded, "Truth is, I'd be honored to be a part of your company, even if I'm not on the stage, just being a part of Exit Ghost would be an incredible privilege."

"You've brought a piece to audition with?" You nodded once more, shuffling through the papers you'd held in your hand and outstretched another one toward him, which he immediately looked over. "Ah, Juliet's most famous monologue from Act 2, Scene 2." his words were butter-smooth, and you suddenly flushed.

"It's not too stereotypical, is it?" you chewed at the inside of your lip in nervousness, immediately second guessing your monologue decision–out of every monologue to ever exist you went with perhaps the most well known.

Charlie immediately took note of your sudden nerves and bid you a sweet, consoling smile. "No, no. It's good to play to your strengths, Romeo and Juliet is a classic for a reason, is it not? It's, uh, timeless."

You smiled, relief washing over you in waves. Charlie's gaze lingered to the stage for a moment before his lip curled slightly in the corner. "We can take this to my office, the stage's just been polished–it might be too slick to stand on currently." His hand lightly pressed against your lower back, guiding you back out the doors of the theater.

Following behind him, you made your way through the hall coming to a stop at a door that had a golden plaque hanging dead-center labeled, 'Director'. He pushed open the door, gesturing you in with his strong hand.

You took a few steps in, looking around at the office as Charlie followed in after you, shutting the door, making you look at him. "Oh, I'm sorry–would you prefer I left it open?" His brows raised softly as he spoke. "No, that's okay. It's your office."

He chuckled, his tone was mellifluous, a slight playfulness hung on his voice when he spoke. "It's your audition." You bid him a smile as he bypassed you, rearing around his desk and taking a seat in his chair, folding his hands together.

"Whenever you're ready to begin, you can." He gestured to you once more with a roll of his hand as he crossed his leg over his thigh and placed his hold onto his calf with one hand–effortlessly draping his other atop his opposite arm. You took a deep breath, and softly cleared your throat, mustering up your stage persona.

You lifted your head confidently, swelling your chest, and feigned your best love-stricken look–though in the presence of this admittedly handsome man, looking lovestruck was nowhere near impossible.

"O, Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?" Your voice was desperate, calling out. "Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn, my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet."

"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" Charlie's voice was gentle, taking you slightly off-guard as you hadn't expected him to take Romeo's lines, but you were oddly relieved he had–filling the silence between Juliet's monologue. He ran his hand through his hair, cocking his head slightly as he looked at you.

You wet your lips, keeping your gaze on him because you just couldn't help yourself, he was elegantly handsome.

"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art myself, though not a Montague–" you began the following part of Juliet's monologue, performing with great ease as it came naturally for you, while simultaneously watching Charlie's reactions to your audition.

As your chest would swell with confidence, he'd gently lean his head back, his eyes drifting over your frame, likely judging your stage presence. "What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot," you took a step forward, contemplatively. "Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man."

Another step forward, your fingers clutched the edge of his desk as you cried out desperately, "O, be some other name!"

Charlie's eyes studied you the entire time, your expressions were one he lingered on the longest. You pulled away from his desk, wrapping your arms around your own shoulders. "What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet."

Continuing the monologue you watched as Charlie stood, breezing around the side of his desk as he placed himself upon the corner, closing more distance between you two as he studied you. You took a great chance and pulled yourself closer to him, closing in more distance as your heart beat faster.

"-take all myself." the final line of the monologue ghosted off your lips, your voice nothing more than a hushed whisper. Your eyes interlocked with his. You didn't speak, awaiting your feedback and criticisms, and the silence that echoed throughout the room as you two both beheld each other.

His hand snaked up, fingertips gently caressing your cheek as he drew your face nearer to his. "I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth. I will never be Romeo." he muttered, words gliding off his tongue with ease.

His thumb traced up to your lips, your face burned with heat as he stroked your bottom lip with his thumb, your chin resting in the crook between his index finger and thumb as he held your gaze firm to his.

His thumb edged deeper into your lips, splitting them apart. You allowed his action, intoxicated with his touch and his attention, but you gently nipped at the tip of his thumb with your teeth, watching as his lip curled into a soft smirk.

Your heart skipped a beat–this was surely never the way any previous audition had gone down, and you convinced yourself if any other director had done this to you, you would've kicked him where it hurt... but Charlie...

Charlie had you enamored. You craved nothing more than his recognition, his touch. You were putty in his hands, and little did you know he planned to shape you into the budding star he saw you as.

"Quite the little Juliet you are." his words came out as a breath as he gently pulled your face closer to his. His nose touched your skin first, dug delicately into the plush of your cheeks before his lips made contact with your jaw–his thumb and forefinger pinching at your chin to keep your face close to his.

"Tell me..." he whispered against your flesh, "How good do you think Romeo made Juliet feel?" You couldn't stop your breath from hitching in your throat as he spoke. Your hand inadvertently grabbed hold of his leg as your thighs squeezed together.

He chuckled breathily as he watched your desperate attempt for friction, but he was in the lead, diving his knee between your legs and drove them apart. He took the opportunity to let his free hand snake around your waist, resting against the small of your back as he pulled you closer to him.

The smell of Charlie's cologne filled your senses, it was robust and masculine with undertones of leathers and wood, while being incredibly elegant and lavish. The scent alone made desire burn through your core.

His hand teased lower, cupping your ass and shoving you flush against him. "Charlie-!" you squeaked out in surprise. His fingers squeezed your chin, making you look up into his eyes through your lashes.

"How badly do you want to be an actress?" he purred, drawing his thumb back to your bottom lip again as he gripped your chin against his palm.

"M-more than anything..." you squeaked again, using all your control to not whine. His face zeroed in on yours, his eyes narrowing and darkening slightly. "Prove it."

He shoved his thumb into your mouth and you closed your lips around it, drawing in your cheeks and sucking on his digit. His eyes locked in on the sight of your mouth around his thumb, watching the way your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked–his own lips parting in awe. He pulled it free with an obscene pop before smearing your saliva across your bottom lip.

His hand trailed down your body, his eyes following the movements of his hand. "We need to take these off. I need to study you."

His hands clutched at the fabric of your shirt and despite your embarrassment you raised your arms, allowing him to pull your top over your head. You were taken aback as he folded your shirt in half and placed it with care on his knee. He wasted no time to begin fidgeting with the clasp of your jeans, working with his thick fingers to unbutton them.

The craving in your core forced your own fingers to assist him, kicking off your shoes before sliding your thumbs into the waistband of your jeans, dragging them down the plush of your hips, then your thighs, until you pulled them all the way off.

He took the pants from your hands, folding them with the same care and placed them on top of your shirt. He stood to his full height making you raise your head to keep your eyes on his. He placed your clothes in the chair that sat kitty-cornered to his desk, using his foot to sweep your shoes in that direction.

He swept around you, leaving your back vulnerable to him as you peered over your shoulder as he took you in. His brows furrowed softly, "No, not good enough. I need to really see you." Big warm hands grazed the small of your back again before tracing up and unclasping the hooks of your bra. He then grabbed onto your side, spinning you rather harshly to face him.

His eyes draped over your chest before meeting your eyes–locking in on your wide-eyed expression as he pulled your bra off your body, your nipples pebbling in the open air of his office. He draped it over his forearm as he indulged himself in looking at your breasts, his tongue darting along his bottom lip as he took in the sight of you.

"Almost." he hummed, looping his fingers into the waistband of your panties. His thick fingers pressing against your pelvis made your body burn with a mix of need and embarrassment.

This was definitely not how any other audition played out.

With an easy tug, he pulled the fabric down your hips, offering you his other arm to steady yourself as you stepped out of them. He placed the two articles in the chair with the rest of your clothing before returning his attention to you.

You bit your lip to silence the whimpers that leeched in your throat at the sight of him observing you fully bared for him, before he caught wind of your nerves and met your eyes again. "Stunning." he purred.

Your cheeks flooded with warmth the second his fingers reached out and trailed down your side, starting just below your ribs before stopping at your hip. He drew you closer to him, pressing you flush against him and you felt the tent in his pants from his half-hard cock prod against your lower belly.

"Let me spoil you like a real star." his words fell off his lips in a breathy grunt. His eyes searched yours for a moment and when you nervously nodded your head he dove his lips into yours.

The feeling of his plush pink lips against yours shot shockwaves through your nerve endings. It was hot–full of fervor–the way his lips worked. His chest fell as he exhaled against your lips, his thick fingers trailing around your waist, and he squeezed at the plush of your ass.

He kissed you heavily, pressing his hips firmly to your body as your hands rose up to his chest, gently dragging your fingernails down his shirt. You desperately wanted him to remove his clothing too–if anything, just to ease your nerves over being the only one so exposed, but you knew you were in no position to ask, forcing you to swallow down the thought.

The hand not fondling your ass rose between your breasts, circling itself around your throat before gently squeezing at the sides. You didn't have the time to stifle the breathy moan you pressed against his lips.

He smirked as he pulled away from you. He took in the sight of you once more before he grabbed hold of your waist and spun you around so your back was to him.

He trailed his thick fingers down your flesh, following the line starting at your shoulder blades and ending at the dimples in your waist. His hips rutted against yours forcefully, making you gasp and stick out your hands to his desk to balance yourself.

"You're perfect." he hummed, diving his hand around your waist as he reached between your thighs, his thick fingers sliding though your slit. Feeling how wet you were for him pulled a breathy chuckle from his throat.

"Oh you're quite the little star already, aren't you?" his words felt slightly jeering, making you whimper in protest. His fingers worked at your core, drawing meticulous circles around your clit. His hips rutted into yours again, pressing his hardness against your ass, and eliciting a moan from your throat.

He pulled his hand away from your folds and you bit down on your lip at the loss of contact, missing the feeling of his thick fingers on you until you heard the clack of his belt coming undone.

You peered over your shoulder to look at him, watching as he unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down just enough to free himself from his boxers.

You gaped at the sight of him–his cock was much bigger than you'd anticipated, the vision of it made your thighs tremble and your cunt clench around nothing.

He caught sight of you looking, seeing your knees wobble softly and he chuckled again, "Don't worry, you can take it." He stroked himself a few times, swirling his precum along his length. He grunted softly as his fist worked him for a moment, before he grabbed hold of your hips again.

His hand trailed up your back, gently shoving your body downward and urging you to arch your back. You swallowed down a whimper as his tip slid between your slit, gathering your slick on the tip of his cock.

He teased you a few times by thrusting through your folds, making you whimper out and clench around nothing again. Another mocking chuckle escaped his throat. "Okay, I'm done teasing."

His tip aligned with your entrance, and you bit down on your lip as he dug his fingers into the plump flesh of your hip, easing himself inside of you.

"Fuck–" he huffed, "You are tight."

His explicit words made you moan out as your cunt throbbed, pulling him deeper into you. He withdrew slightly, making you whimper. "C-Charlie... p-please..." you pleaded.

He hummed in response before slamming his hips into yours, making you cry out at the sudden intrusion that seared between your legs. He repeated the action, groaning as you whined again.

Once he bottomed out inside of you he gripped your hips, pulling you against his length as he thrust in and out of you.

"Sh-Shit-!" you panted.

He filled you up so well, his cock nestled itself perfectly in your pussy, taking up all the room you offered him–which compared to his size–wasn't much.

"Language." he hissed through his teeth, ramming his hips sharply into yours again, making you cry out at the force.

He found rhythm, methodically unsheathing from you before thrusting in again. "God–you feel so good." he praised, squeezing at your hips.

Your brows knit as he hit spots of you no guy ever had before, all thanks to the sheer size of him. His cockhead nestled itself against your cervix, prodding it insistently.

His hands wrapped around your waist, moving toward your lower tummy where he felt himself inside you. "Filling you up so good, aren't I?" he hummed.

"F-Fuck... Charlie..." you moaned, earning another hiss through his teeth as a response. "I need to fill that filthy mouth of yours."

He hastily shoved his middle and ring finger into your mouth, making you gag at the intrusion before humming against them. "There... isn't that better?"

You whined in reply, sucking on his digits as you rocked your hips in pace with his, your brows knitting again in pleasure.

The drag of his hips was agonizing, and every time he withdrew your cunt clamped down around him, not wanting him to leave you. He groaned every time you pulled him back in, driving his fingers deeper into your mouth again making you gag once more.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, quickly placing them on your waist, "Turn around, I need to see that pretty face." He simultaneously pulled out of you, making you whine as a brief emptiness settled over your insides. He spun you around so you now faced him, leaning against your arms for leverage, and he wasted no time to bury his cock deep inside you again.

He watched as your eyes nearly shut and your brows furrowed together, absolutely drunk on his dick. He leaned forward, placing sloppy open-mouthed kisses on your breast, keeping one hand on your hip as the other kneaded at your opposite. He groaned against your flesh, his hot breath exhaling from his nose as it dug softly against you.

He pulled away from your chest, moving his lips up to your neck as he fucked into you. "You're absolutely gorgeous like this–" he panted against your skin. You could only moan in response. "You take me so, so well."

You were already teetering on the edge of ecstasy, which you hardly ever did off pure penetration, but he hit every fucking mark.

You looked up at him rather pathetically, the knot in your core tightening incredibly as you looked at him. His brows were furrowed in focus, his forehead had a soft sheen of sweat, and his lips parted as he breathed heavily.

His already dark eyes looked black from being blown with lust as they caught yours and his lips curled into another smirk, eliciting a whimper from your throat. "You want to cum, is that it?"

Your mind was fuzzy from your impending orgasm and the sheer sight of him. You whimpered as a response. "No–use your words."

"P-Please!" you cried out, cheeks burning in embarrassment at your haste. He chuckled breathily, "Good…good girl."

Catching you by surprise he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before diving into your lips again. His thick fingers snaked between your legs, pads finding your clit again. You moaned against his lips, making him swallow down your noises as he drew tight organized circles against your bundle of nerves.

Your thighs trembled at the added pleasure. "Fuck! Charlie!"

His grip on your waist spared, still using his other hand to tease your clit, his fingers dove into your mouth again. "What did I say about that mouth, hmm?" His digits pressed against your tongue, gently pulling your mouth open as you panted around them.

Your walls clenched, the knot in your core unbearably tight. "C-Charlie-" you attempted to speak around his fingers but it came out all muddled. His eyes met yours beneath his heavy brow. "You gonna cum, gorgeous?"

You nodded, feeling his thrusts and fingers around your clit pick up pace–moving frantically–the fingers in your mouth prodding against your tongue as you moved your head. "Cum on my cock, pretty girl." he purred, his eyes hungrily staring into yours.

As if he'd uttered the magic words, the knot in your core unraveled and your arms that held you up shook as your vision blurred, waves of white flooding your brain as your crescendo hit.

You cried out, trembling in intensity as he pulled his fingers from your mouth, steadying you with his grip again. Your cunt throbbed against him, as he continued pace, chasing his own orgasm. You listened as his breath hitched in his throat, grunting between breaths and he quickly withdrew his fingers and pulled out of you, frantically taking himself in his hand as he stroked himself off.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and harshly pushed you to your knees, groans and expletives pouring past his lips. "Open." he ordered. You obliged, propping open your jaw as you looked up at him from your knees, looking between his hand pumping his cock and his face.

You watched as his chest stuttered, his tip twitching and he quickly used the grip on your hair to bury himself into your mouth–making you gag again and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You could barely close your lips around his girth, but did you surely try your damnedest.

His essence flooded your tongue, overwhelming your tastebuds with sweet saltiness as he let out a strangled groan. You swallowed as best you could around him, which he bid you the courtesy of pulling from your mouth as you struggled against his size, but not for long before he pressed his tip to your lips again, making you clean him off.

You pulled him from your mouth with an obscene pop, before taking him in your hand and lapping your tongue along the underside of his cock, eyes looking up to him. He groaned at the feeling, prying open his eyes to peer down at you.

He released your hair, grabbing for your hand as he helped you to your feet before immediately smashing his lips against yours, tasting himself off your tongue. His hand smoothed over your ass again, reveling in the softness of your flesh before he pulled away.

"Rehearsals start Thursday at noon. Be there on time." he huffed as he shoved himself back in his pants. You stood speechlessly for a moment–recounting what just happened in your head. His eyes met yours, his brows raising slightly, "Do you understand?"

You quickly nodded your head, "Yes. Thursday, noon sharp." He smirked softly. "Good." He turned, grabbing ahold of your clothes and outstretched them to you.

You redressed, your skin burning in embarrassment as his eyes kept their focus on you. He only stopped looking at you once you pulled your jeans back up your waist, rebuttoning them.

He reared around his desk, grabbing the papers you'd given to him when you first arrived in the theater room, and he outstretched those to you too.

"I'm gonna make you one hell of a star." he hummed, shamelessly running his hand along your backside again as he saw you out of his office.

You bit your lip nervously, begging you weren't walking funny from your 'audition'.

"What time Thursday?" he called after you, making you spin on your heel. "Noon."

He grinned. "Perfect."

You bid him a smile as you spun back around, your mind racing as you left the building. If your audition consisted of Charlie burying his cock in you, you couldn't wait to find out what was in store for you during rehearsals.

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[adamdriverscereal]

Don’t Let Me Be • Charlie Barber x Reader

You are desperate and you need Charlie to make you feel better - and that may or may not include, riding his thighs.

MATURE CONTENT!!! smut, fluff, explicit content. Minors DNI

It was your usual, busy New York Saturday. Evening lights painting the city as the night slowly creeps in. Things are awfully quieter than usual, probably due to the slightest bit of snow dazzling the streets. Calm. Not the first word that comes to mind for describing The Big Apple but for tonight, it was calm.

You on the other hand were absolutely restless in your bed. Twisting and turning between the sheets. You let out a frustrated groan as you throw your purple vibrator onto the floor. Your breathing is laboured, you are so so horny but you just can’t get yourself off. You are so frustrated you think you could cry. You just wanted the edge off… actually you were in the middle of getting the edge of. Your fiance, Charlie was finger fucking you really hard, you were near the brink of your third orgasm of the evening, moaning his name as you grabbed onto his shoulders. The two of you were rudely interrupted for the third time by Charlie’s phone ringing. He gave up and answered, shooting you an apologetic glare as you huffed under him. You couldn't hear what the mysterious cock-blocker was saying but looking at Charlie’s face you realised pretty quickly that this night was not going to shape up to your liking. He cuts the call with a sigh before looking back at you and sweetly calling your name as he pressed sweet kisses to your face.

“That was Trina she-”

“What is the problem?” you cut him off

“Some mess up with the actor and the understudy. Apparently I need to go in”

“How long?”

“It shouldn't be that long sweetheart. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better Barber!” you swat his chest lightly as he kisses you.

He pecks your lips one last time before hastily putting on his favourite maroon sweater, “I love you honey!” and leaves the apartment.

So now here you were , a half an hour later - externally sexually frustrated. Maybe you would just have to take matters into your own hands.

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You rushed into the theatre to escape from the cold. It was so dark here. You saw a few of the actors on stage rehearsing their lines. You scanned around for Charlie, his usual director’s chair was empty. He must be in his office, you thought to yourself as you slowly crept up to the office.

You slightly opened the door to his office and were greeted by a very stressed and sleepy looking Charlie typing furiously on his laptop. He looked so fucking sexy. His crisp yellow sweater, his wavy fluffy hair slightly unruly and his soft soft pink lips just asking to be kissed. He was laser focused on his task and didn’t even notice you until he heard the sound of you locking the door.

“Sweetheart!” The excitement upon seeing you was evident in his voice as he stood up and walked towards you. “What are you doing here?” he asks as he pulls you to him by your waist.

“I’m so wet Daddy.” you waste zero time. You immediately see his eyes darken. “I’m so horny and I tried to get myself off after you left but nothing’s working!”

“Oh sweetheart…” he whispered slowly, his voice a bit raspier than before.

“I can’t do it without you Daddy. I need your fingers or your cock or somethingg! I need you Daddy. Please!” you practically whine as you push yourself plush against his chest.

That did it for him, because the next thing you knew was that he pulled you into a hot, searing kiss. Your teeth were clashing and he sucked on your lips. You were so desperate as you melted into him.

“Oh my little slut. Couldn't cum without my help? Need daddy to fill that pretty little cunt of yours? ” his words make you shudder, you are absolutley dripping now and if he does’nt fuck you in the next minute you are positive that you will die. You have no gap to voice your thoughts however as Charlie scoops you up and yanks you down on his lap, hard.

Your cunt lands right on his muscular thigh and you whine. The look in Charlie’s eyes is something you can’t look away from. Pupils blown wide from lust, his hair perfectly framing his chiselled face. You were lost in your trance as you felt his arms secure around your waist.

“Move.” a simple command, getting you flooding. Not wasting another second, you began grinding down on him, moaning with pleasure at the relief you finally felt.

“Fuck Charlie. Oh God!”

“He isn’t going to help you out honey. Are you feeling better sweetheart? I can feel that little pussy making a mess on my pants. You want to make a mess on daddy’s pants?” he asks you menacingly, taunting you to answer.

You could not even form a coherent thought. All you knew was Charlie. Charlie. Daddy.

Charlie scoffs at you as he moves his fingers you love oh so much to your cunt. You shudder as he gently pats your clit, slightly adding pressure. “This isn’t even your pussy baby, it's a scrap of lace. You gonna come in your underwear like a whore? Go on. Soak it baby.”

It's too much. His voice, his rich, deep voice, talking down to you as he mercilessly brought you closer to orgasm. Your thighs are shaking and you’re a babbling mess, drool dripping from the sides of your mouth.

“Goddam whata sight…look at how wet my cunt is. You keepin my cunt nice and wet for me?” Charlie whispers as licks and nips at your neck.

“Daddy! Want to, want to-” fuck you were so out of it.

“What was the honey? Did you want to come? Can’t even ask to come properly! Did daddy fuck you dumb sweetheart? Poor baby” he consoles you condescendingly.

“Please! Please! Cum! Wanna come- foy y-you!” you whine and yell.

“Go ahead my cockdumb whore. Come for me.” Charlie spits as he pinches your clit and you cum. Hard. You're shivering with pleasure and desire as you cry and wail out. You're sobbing his name into his shirt as you slink against him.

“Oh sweetheart. My pretty baby. You did so well for me.” your finance says sweetly as he rubs your hair and lets you calm down from your high.

He presses a kiss to your head, a quite declaration of “I love you sweetheart.” and pulls you in closer.

Needless to say when the two of you walk out of his office to continue the depraved festivities for the night, you are met by some stares and smirks from his staff.

You should be embarrassed. They probably heard you cry and whine for their boss but you really could not bring yourself too. All you knew is that you got your fix of Charlie and you could not wait to get back home and choke on his cock.

After all, you never wanted him to let you be.

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Thank you for reading!! Hope you enjoyed this!!

(sorry for any errors, oops)

Also posted on ao3 - adamdrivers_hole

#charlie barber #marriage story #adam driver #fanfic #adam driver smut

[sacklerscumrag]

I literally haven't written for ADCU in over a year but recently something sparked in me again so I decided to write out this little daydream that's been stuck in my head. I'm so sorry if it sucks, I haven't done this in so long ajsdhasjhd

Charlie Barber x Reader

Summary: Just a little fluffy moment in a coffee shop with our favorite director.

Word Count: 410

The smell of vanilla and sounds of scattered conversations spread through the coffee shop as you sat in a tucked-away booth with Charlie by your side. You couldn't help but admire him, sipping his coffee while trying his best to hold the small cup in his large hands and hunching over slightly as if making himself smaller in the crowded coffee shop. It was adorable. Days like today made you often think back to everything the two of you had been through and the days when you craved doing something as simple as getting a coffee with Charlie Barber. 

Both of you had come such a long way. Falling in love with Charlie was the easy part, but it certainly wasn't what you thought falling in love would be like. In your head, it was always sweaty palms and nerves through the roof with a dash of butterflies in your tummy. But it was different with Charlie. There was nothing more comforting than being near him. Your heart was steady, knowing it was safe with him; he calmed your mind as nothing else did. 

Charlie's eyes glanced over towards you, noticing how lost in thought you were. God, you were beautiful, he thought to himself. He often wondered how someone could listen to the sound of your laugh or see your smile or look into those breathtaking eyes of yours and not fall in love with you. It was beyond him. Both of you were doing nothing but sitting beside each other in this coffee shop. Yet, the feeling of your hand mindlessly laying on his knee and your body tucked so close to him was enough to make Charlie's breath hitch and warmth blossom in his chest. But his mind couldn't help but wander back to its factory setting of the worst-case scenario. The lurking thought that you'd eventually move on from him, find someone younger, better, with less baggage was always in the back of his mind. But you didn't. Every day you found a way to prove your love to him, and for that, he would forever be grateful.

Even after all of the turmoil he's been through, Charlie knew he'd love again someday, given the time and patience he needed. But you made him realize that maybe there was a slight chance he deserved to be loved in return. And for the first time in a long time, he was willing to give himself the chance.

Charlie Barber tag list: @fizzywoohoo @direnightshade @hopeamarsu @thepriceofstars @zimmermansbrat @wayward-rose @jynzandtonic @mariesackler @butyoudidthis4what @millenialcatlady @roanniom @veryspookybatbabe @cornmousequeen @lucky134ever @emi11ie @mistress-ren (please send me a dm if you would like to be removed)

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[cndcrd]

Theater Director Charlie Barber spotted on the NYC subway. 📖🚇

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[chaplinfortheages]

Charlie Chaplin, King Vidor, Mavoureen O'Brien and father actor Pat O'Brien.

Elizabeth Hill (King Vidor's wife), Charlie Chaplin, Paulette Goddard and King Vidor (Elizabeth Hill his wife).

At his home in Beverly Hills - Charlie Chaplin (lounge chair), King Vidor, Paulette Goddard and Vidor's wife Elizabeth Hill

King Vidor, wife Elizabeth Hill, Charlie Chaplin and Paulette Goddard, Ensenada Mexico 1937.

Director/Producer King Vidor ("The Big Parade", "Show People", "Stella Dallas", "The Champ") told an amusing story regarding Chaplin and his thing with giving haircuts in the book “The Search for Charlie Chaplin” by Kevin Brownlow (2010)

“He used to cut his own hair. I don't know why, it may go back to his early days when he didn't have enough money. But once he said after tennis – he used to call me Buddy - “Come on up, Buddy and I'll give you a haircut”. So I sat on a high stool and he gave me a haircut. A few weeks I was down in Los Angeles and went in the barber shop and the barber said, “Who cut your hair last time? And quietly I said “Charlie Chaplin ”The barber looked at me and said, “If I ask you a civil question. I expect a civil answer.”

#charlie chaplin #king vidor #amusing haircut story #paulette goddard #elizabeth hill

[shesjustanothergeek]

The Most Tragic of Mistakes

|Charlie Barber x Fem!Reader Short Story|

Masterlist

Summary: You're a fresh-faced makeup artist trying to make it in the Big Apple. Finally, you get a job as a makeup artist for Exit Ghost's new production of Caligula and meet the infamously intense director, Charlie Barber.

Warnings: Sex (of course), Caligula was not a good man, do not recommend looking him up, age gap, adultery, unprotected sex, Dom!Charlie, the other woman-type trope, power imbalances, workplace relationships.

More warnings will be added as the story progresses.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

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[pastamansta]

🔥 Tim Burton (him as a person or his aesthetic, your choice!)

"Beetlejuice" (1988) reminds me a lot of another film I watched recently; "Tombstone" (1993). Sold by an aesthetic and a FANTASTIC performance from a side character, audiences were conned into loving a mediocre film. I'm not Lindsey Ellis, so don't expect me to talk about the cartoon.

"Batman" (1989) and its sequel is proof that Burton will not be giving up his aesthetic for God or money. Gotham is heavily disconnected from both the film and its source material, with little reason other than its director. There's a reason no one calls these "Keaton's Batmans," they call them "Burton's Batmans." Jack Nicholson is great as The Joker, but that's no hot take. The hot take is that Devito is too horny as The Penguin, and it makes me uncomfortable for a film that's already so sexual.

"Edward Scissorhands" (1990) is a bitter, bitter film where artist finally meets muse. Not, like, in the plot, but in the production. Depp and Burton were made for eachother... or at least that's what I'm supposed to think. This movie's just too messy, however, and can't decide where its focal point lies and leaves me wishing I had just watched "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" (2000) instead.

"Sleepy Hollow" (1999) leaves me, a fan of the original text, I know that's probably a weird thing to say, miffed, even if understanding. Outside of some pacing issues, it's a bold reimagining that feels like Burton attempting to get out of his comfort zone... but I just didn't need this story to be turned into an homage to B-horror. Go watch that Disney short, eh?

"Big Fish" (2003) is his best film. I am hardly qualified to speak on it, and even if I did, I would cry. So, you know, just go watch that shit.

"Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" (2005) is destined to be compared to "Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory" (1971), and why wouldn't it? In thirty-four years since the making of the original, not a single person worth listening to said "i need this done right," including Burton himself, which is why he tries to add so much, but no amount of additions changes the fact that he casted his muse instead of someone who could, you know, act like Wonka? So, you know, destined for failure and to be loved by everyone who won't watch movies made before 1987.

"Corpse Bride" (2005) is one of only two claymation films that Burton would actually direct, and he uses this time to steal a Jewish story and make it less Jewish. I don't like the ending or the songs and it feels like it could be cut in half and achieve the same effect.

"Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street" (2007) literally doesn't have the iconic opening number from the stage play??? Overall, there's rarely a pairing of source material and director that works as well as this one... If only I enjoyed the source material, eh? So dark, so bitter, so edgy, so... nothing. I never think about this movie. When I do, I think of Mrs. Lovett's dream sequence and remember the good old days of "Big Fish" (2003) when Burton liked to use color.

"Alice in Wonderland" (2010) is one of my guiltiest pleasures in all of film. It is the reason why every time Disney announces a live-action remake, my ears perk up. If all of them were as wild, unhinged, original, creative, and inspired as this one... Well, I think Disney might not be fucking bleeding money right now. No one ever even mentions that it's a sequel to the original animated film. A SEQUEL, not a remake. Sometime movie-goers surprise me with how little they think.

"Frankenweenie" (2012) blows. I don't care how unique it is, I do not like it.

"Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children" (2016) is one of the funniest remnants of the teen dystopia genre. Like, it hardly applies, but is trying SO HARD that it's unbelievable. Also, props to Mr. "Black People Aren't My Aesthetic" for casting Samuel L. Jackson as a dude who eats white babies. (I do not mean that.) Seriously, this is proof that Burton, as a modern director, should no longer be taken seriously.

"Dumbo" (2019) is AAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA I FUCKING HATE THIS DUDE HOLY SHIT

If I didn't mention, I haven't seen it. Yes, I know I skipped some big ones. I may watch them one day, but I am in no rush.

[weareallstoriesintheend]

hi first of all i love your adcu work and second i would like to request the boys with a partner that is either on a a lot of med like i am just a comfort write if you would be comfortable doing that kind of work or if not i would like to see if you have not done any already the type of aftercare each boy would do for the reader

Hiiiiiiiiiii thank you for your ask and thank you for liking my work, it means so much!💕

I am 100% comfortable with that type of work. I've gone with my instincts - in terms of vibe, the few boys I've chosen but also meaning behind 'meds' - but if it isn't what you were hoping for or I'm WAY off please do leave me another message and I'm happy to amend ❤

Warnings: Discussions of doctors, health, mental health and medication.

Charlie Barber

“I know it’s hard,” Charlie said softly, his large hand rubbing circles between your shoulder blades as he watched you pick up your third little bottle of rattling pills.

You huffed, “Actually, no you don’t. Your body works perfectly fine.”

Charlie smiled knowingly, pressing a kiss into your hair, “Now, my age would beg to differ but I appreciate you thinking so.”

You picked up a fourth and final bottle of medication and shook one into your palm to join the myriad of others; all sorts of shapes, sizes and colours all creating a pretty mosaic that made your tongue taste bitter.

Slamming it down you huffed once more, “Your body is perfect and you know it.”

You tipped the handful of meds into your mouth, chugged back a gulp of water and tipped your head back, allowing them to begrudgingly slip down your throat.

“And so is yours!” he protested, an indignant tone taking over his voice. Charlie spun you to face, careful not to startle you too much that you spill the water in your glass.

He paused for a moment, making sure you’d seen the steadfast expression on his face, “So is yours…” he repeated slowly, “These meds just help it to function better, and you deserve that. You and your beautiful self, mind body and soul, deserve to be able to live.”

You chewed at your bottom lip harshly, trying to distract your brain from the tears pooling in your eyes. “I thought you were supposed to be the director, not the dramatic actor,” you mumbled, teasingly.

Charlie shrugged, “I dabble,” he teased back.

Adam Sackler

His demanding cough was enough for you to realise what he was hinting at; Adam stood over you at the table after he’d picked up the empty breakfast plates and put them on the side in the kitchen.

He’d returned with your bottle of medication and put it in front of you. Expressionless you looked up at him as he loomed over you, “I don’t need them.”

“Bullshit kid.”

“Okay, I do but I don’t WANT to need them. I’m fine without them… sometimes.” The tone of Adams voice brought an embarrassed pink tinge to your cheeks, “So, the month you spent not taking them, and collapsed on my living room floor just… doesn’t count?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing you were talking utter nonsense and that he was completely right. You tipped two pills int your palm, tossed them into your mouth and swallowed. Adam handed you a small yellow glass for you to sip some water. When you took it you glanced a look up to his face, he smiled ever so slightly but his eyebrows were still pulled down with worry.

Then, following the same routine you did every morning, you stuck out your tongues in time with each other. You following the movements of his tongue like a mimic so he could check the meds were gone.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, but right now he didn’t trust you. And that was ok, sometimes not trusting someone to be on their own for a little while is how you care for them best.

Sackler had moved into your apartment, he’d said it was just for a few weeks to keep an eye on you so you weren’t by yourself. But at this point you thought he’d never leave, but the soft smile you gave him back meant you leaned more towards wanting him to stay.

It felt nice having someone here.

Picking up prescriptions was easier when someone was poking you in the back to get you through the door, taking medication every morning was easier when someone cooked you breakfast to go with it and the lower moments were easier when there was a more rational brain around to argue with yours.

He sat down in the chair next to you, eyes not leaving your face, “I got you kid.”

Paterson

Paterson’s smile was enough to make this moment even more joyous than it already felt.

“It’s been 3 months,” you said, grinning up at him, “3 months on these things and I’m feeling… better.”

You turned your grin down to the three orange bottles of pills you’d gathered up into your hands. You both sat together at the dining table, finishing up a dinner that Paterson had lovingly cooked when he got home from work.

It was honestly a moment you never saw coming, your doctor had taken you through so many trail/error phases that you thought ‘better’ was a pipedream. You weren’t fixed but damn it you were finally getting better!

 “A long time coming,” Paterson said quietly, a man of few words but each one meant something. He made sure of it.

Reaching across the table he patted your hand before linking his fingers with yours, “You stuck with it, even when it was hard…”

“And it was a hard a lot!” You interrupted with a soft chuckle.

Paterson nodded knowingly, his smile still stretched up his cheeks, “But you did it, you persevered and you did it. I know it’s not what you wanted but this feels like… a future.”

It was your turn to nod, blinking out tears that dripped down your cheeks, “It’s not…” you hesitated with a heavy sigh, “I know this doesn’t fix anything, I know I’m still… sick… but I feel like I can live now. I can actually live! So yeah… a future. Our future.”

Paterson lowered his head with a low laugh, “Oh my love, it’s yours. I’m just happy to be along for the journey.”

#charlie barber #adam sackler #Paterson #charlie barber x reader #adam sackler x reader #Paterson x reader #tw: medication #tw: health #tw: mental health #adcu #adam driver

[peppermint-toads]

an: i want these shoes i’m projecting

cw: sugar daddy charlie barber, piv sex, reader wants shoes so she fucks charlie in order to get them duh

You sighed, “Seven hundred and forty dollars.”You said it aloud, letting the heaping price actualize in your brain.

You slumped back into your leather restoration hardware sofa that Charlie bought for you only months ago. A particularly adventurous night earned you that one.

Admittedly, your life with Charlie was plush. The brownstone you stayed in with him was quite impressive, you couldn’t deny it. But your insatiable need for more kept you kneeling at Charlie’s feet.

You heard your front door click open and then shut. Charlie was home from the theatre.

Action.

You slumped even deeper into the sofa and put on your best pout. You forced your eyes to gloss over, a perk of being around a theatre director, you supposed.

Charlie stepped into the living room, spotting you on the couch. He petted your hair and you sighed. You rolled your head to face him, putting on a childish frown as you wallowed.

Charlie’s face fell flat. He knew that look.

“Hi, Charlieee.” you drawled.

He sat by your feet, legs spread wide as he relaxed into the cushions.

“What could you possibly want?”

His eyes were closed and pinched as if he had a headache. He sounded tired, and for a short moment, you felt bad. You even considered leaving him alone, saving the bribery for tomorrow. But soon his finger was tracing shapes on the smooth skin of your calf. A playful smirk grew on your face.

“A kiss from my favorite old man.” You sat up, tucking your feet under your thighs and leaning back on your haunches. You faced him now, and you could see the slight bulge forming in his navy slacks.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted something, too.”

He smiled, eyes still closed. You leaned over, pressing a kiss onto his dimple and the side of his mouth.

“That all you needed, sweetheart?”

You paused for a moment, calculating your next move. “I think I’m in need of a new pair of shoes.”

“And I’m in need,” he kissed your throat. “Of a beautiful girl sitting on my cock.”

“So, we have a deal, Mr. Barber?”

You stuck out your hand for him to shake. He instead pulled you by the hand onto his lap, immediately dragging you over his aching groin.

You nearly lost your balance, but quickly, Charlie’s hand was bracing your back, and your nails were digging into his shoulders through his button down.

He wasted no time, quickly fumbling with his belt and zipper and pulling out his leaking cock. Your panties were shoved to the side under your dress, and he was shoving himself into your cunt.

You whimpered as his cockhead easily prodded at your cervix. His hands enveloped your hips as he pulled you forward and then up and then down again, over and over.

Your clit dragged against his stomach and his pretty happy trail, and you sighed out contentedly, orgasm quickly coming and leaving you like jelly in his arms.

You admired him as his chest flushed and his neck tensed with the repeated effort of lifting you.

“Look so perfect sitting on my cock,” he grunted, hands steadily kneading the fat of your ass.

He’d taken you to beautiful places. Paris, Mallorca, Lombardy. Still, his preferred view was you sitting on his lap with feverish skin and parted lips.

It didn’t take much more for his hips to falter and for him to still. He leaned forward to rest his head on your chest, and spilled inside of you with a broken groan.

His messy head fell back against the couch again. You scratched your nails through his slightly damp tresses and he purred.

“Which ones?” He grumbled.

“Hmm?” Your brows pinched in confusion, as through your foggy, blissful state of mind you completely forgot what got you there in the first place.

You would’ve been satisfied with this outcome, sated and sleepy and with no new shoes, but you’d come so far.

“Maison Margiela tabi ballerina heels, off-white.” You smiled sleepily.

“You’re giving me greys.”

You pretended to inspect his head. “Hm, you’re right. There’s one right—” you yanked out one perfectly dark strand “—here.”

The next day he came home with an unmistakable, pristine white box with a deep red ribbon tied around it.

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[qu-film-history-to-1968]

Eye Opening Concept of "The Great Dictator" And Chaplins Portrayl as one of the most Notorious Leaders

                                                                                     Dante Calabrese

This week, I saw the Charlie Chaplin film The Great Dictator, which has a lot of anti-Nazi overtones. It also relates to Dorothy B. Jones' book The Hollywood War Film: 1942–1944. In this passage, it is discussed how World War II-era movies portrayed the conflict and the issues they explored. Since not every nation participated in the war, the reading also touches on how the conflict has been misrepresented in movies. 

There are numerous examples of anti-Nazi undertones in Charlie Chaplin's 1940 film The Great Dictator. Charlie Chaplin portrays two characters: Adenoid Hynkel, a mocking allusion to Adolf Hitler, and a Jewish barber. The story alternates between the lives of Hynkel and the Barber giving off a two story plot connected into one entire story alone. In the text of the book a quote by Jones, she states “During 1942 and 1943 the quality of home-front stories was consistently low. In most films, such activities were given a comedy treatment.” Another ideal quote from the text emphasising the connection with the film plot very well is “As a whole, they tended to stereotype them as the usual gangster “heavy,” identifiable by the fact that he either “heils Hitler” and speaks with a guttural German accent, or has slant eyes and hisses his “s’s””. Its very intersting the how this quote shows great emphasis and description of how Chaplin's acting and the other supporting cast portray these Nazis acting in the film. What this film does at the end of the day when taking in all of it is that a famous actor Chaplin himself took his artistic skills of turning one of the most horrible and dealiest Genocides by making it into a dark humor comedy as a means to help people digest this horrific realife events but at the same time spinning it into a new twist that the Holocaust had to endure, almost a means of coping with this. While excellent in the role, Chaplin also adds his own brand of humor by essentially making fun of himself. He conveys the idea that the guy he is playing, who is perceived by the Germans to be an all-powerful and idolized person, is actually just a horrible and stupid person by using his facial expressions and even stumbling over his sentences. He takes the oppertunity to mock humiliate Hitler and showing him as fool. Lastly Ironically history would repeat itself with the hollywood film industry with another film taking the same extent of comdey and foolishnes making fun of Hitler was the 2019 film, "JoJo Rabbit" with the director taking on the same role as Chaplin did being Hitler. The story follows as so, Jojo is a lonely German boy who discovers that his single mother is hiding a Jewish girl in their attic. Aided only by his imaginary friend -- Adolf Hitler Jojo must confront his blind nationalism as World War II continues to rage on.

Reference

Jones, Dorothy B. “The Hollywood War Film: 1942-1944.” University of California Press, University of California Press, 1 Oct. 1945, online.ucpress.edu/fq/article-abstract/1/1/1/37212/The-Hollywood-War-Film-1942-1944?redirectedFrom=fulltext. 

#submission

[rynwritesstuff]

Adam Driver Character Masterlist - rynwritesstuff

Hello! Welcome to my Adam Driver Character masterlist! 

Before continuing, please keep in mind that this is an 18+ blog! My content is not written for readers under the age of 18. 

Below the cut you will find: Fluff, smut, headcanons, blurbs, and other writings that have to do with Adam’s wonderful characters.

My requests are currently: CLOSED

This masterlist will be updated as often as possible.

Last masterlist update: 8-13-2023

(Smut or NSFW content will be indicated by an asterisk!)

Kylo Ren

Oneshots/Blurbs The Red Means ��I Love You’ - Some good ol’ hate-fucking.* Kylo giving reader his cape Trying to get Kylo to bake with you Kylo comforting reader after the loss of a family member Kylo injuring the reader “I want you to be more gentle tonight.”* “I learned to love you.” + “Nobody can compare to you.” “I’ve never done something like this before.”* Arranged marriage + Medieval!Kylo My Favorite Flavor - Vampire!Kylo Sex with Medieval!Kylo * Wasteland Baby - Kylo surviving TROS Mine / Yours - The development of yours and Kylo’s sexual relationship * Willow - Pirate!Kylo Ren admires the sunset (and other beautiful things.) Willow - Part II - Pirate!Kylo Ren takes you in his quarters. * No Way to Say ‘Goodbye’ - Waking up with Kylo.

Charlie Barber

Oneshots/Blurbs Illicit Affairs - The aftermath of you telling Charlie that you love him. Sex with Daddy!Charlie* “Does this feel good?” “No, I still feel like shit.”* Reader being afraid of apologies due to past abuse. Needy reader “I’m not jealous.”* Break My Heart Again - “It must be nice to love someone who lets you break them twice.” Mine, Mine, Mine - You and Charlie have sex after a waiter hits on you. * Crazy In Love - Movie Director!Charlie and reader have sex after a movie premiere.* Enjoying a New Years’ Eve getaway with Charlie*

Clyde Logan

Oneshots/Blurbs “I can’t believe you’re mine.”  Hay ride Yours and Clyde’s daughter getting in trouble for fighting with another student. “I’m not wearing any underwear. I thought you’d like to know.”* Disciplining his daughter Pregnancy sex * Car Wash - Thirsting over your fiance. * Cuddling/A quiet night at home

Flip Zimmerman

Oneshots/Blurbs “I think I’m in love with you.” “I need you to fuck me into oblivion.”* Keeping reader warm Flip being possessive Camping Possessive!Flip eats you out * Let It Snow! - Having sex with Flip in his family cabin.* Playing sexy truth or dare with Flip * Flip seeing reader’s breasts for the first time* Moving in with Flip* Asking Flip to be more dominant with you*

Headcanons Losing your virginity to Flip * Flip saying ‘I love you’ for the first time

Paterson

Oneshots/Blurbs Pussy is God - Sub!Paterson *

Pale

Oneshots/Blurbs Taking Pale to the carnival

Maurizio Gucci

Oneshots/Blurbs Celebrating reader’s birthday on a private yacht Falling in love at first sight “Want me to model these for you?” “Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.” Jealousy Bellissima - Reuniting with Maurizio in a hotel room. *

rynwritesstuff - 2023

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[hbcsource]

@comicconlpool: COMIC CON LIVERPOOL GUEST ANNOUNCEMENT - HELENA BONHAM CARTER Helena Bonham Carter CBE is an English actress. Known for her roles in blockbusters and independent films, particularly period dramas, she has received various awards and nominations, including a British Academy Film Award and an International Emmy Award, in addition to nominations for two Academy Awards, four British Academy Television Awards, five Primetime Emmy Awards, and nine Golden Globe Awards. Helena rose to prominence by playing Lucy Honeychurch in A Room with a View (1985) and the title character in Lady Jane (1986). For her role as Kate Croy in The Wings of the Dove (1997), Bonham Carter received a nomination for the Academy Award for Best Actress, and for her portrayal of Queen Elizabeth The Queen Mother in The King's Speech (2010), she won the BAFTA Award for Best Actress in a Supporting Role, and was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress. Her other films include Hamlet (1990), Howards End (1992), Mary Shelley's Frankenstein (1994), Mighty Aphrodite (1995), Fight Club (1999), Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit (2005), the Harry Potter series (2007–2011) as Bellatrix Lestrange, Great Expectations (2012) as Miss Havisham, Les Misérables (2012), Cinderella (2015), Ocean's 8 (2018), and Enola Holmes (2020). Her collaborations with director Tim Burton include Big Fish (2003), Corpse Bride (2005), Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005), Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007) as Mrs. Lovett, Alice in Wonderland (2010) as the Red Queen, and Dark Shadows (2012). For her role as children's author Enid Blyton in the BBC Four biographical film Enid (2009), she won the 2010 International Emmy Award for Best Actress and was nominated for the British Academy Television Award for Best Actress. Her other television films include Fatal Deception: Mrs. Lee Harvey Oswald (1993), Live from Baghdad (2002), Toast (2010), and Burton & Taylor (2013). From 2019 to 2020, she portrayed Princess Margaret in seasons three and four of Netflix's The Crown. To get tickets to meet Helena please go to www.comicconventionliverpool.co.uk

#helena bonham carter #comic con liverpool 2023 #news #appearances #2023 #appearances: 2023

[tealingual]

Johnny Depp vocabulary in Finnish

I have only included the movies that have a different title in Finnish!  Johnny Depp - Johnny Depp Näyttelijä - actor Ohjaaja - director Käsikirjoittaja - screenwriter Tuottaja - producer Muusikko - musician Elokuva - movie Painajainen Elm Streetillä - A Nightmare on Elm Street Platoon - nuoret sotilaat - Platoon Cry-Baby - itkupilli - Cry-Baby Saksikäsi-Edward - Edward Scissorhands Viimeinen painajainen Elm Streetillä: Freddyn kuolema - Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare Benny ja Joon - Benny & Joon Viime hetkellä - Nick of Time Operaatio Donnie Brasco - Donnie Brasco The Brave - soturi - The Brave Pelkoa ja inhoa Las Vegasissa - Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Yhdeksäs portti - The Ninth Gate Astronautin vaimo - The Astronaut's Wife Päätön ratsumies - Sleepy Hollow Mies joka itki - The Man Who Cried Ennen yötä - Before Night Falls Pieni suklaapuoti - Chocolat From Hell - viiltäjä - From Hell Pirates of the Caribbean: Mustan helmen kirous - Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl Salainen ikkuna - Secret Window Sen pituinen se - Ils se marièrent et eurent beaucoup d’enfants Finding Neverland - tarinan lähteillä - Finding Neverland Viimeinen vapaamielinen - The Libertine Jali ja suklaatehdas - Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Pirates of the Caribbean: Kuolleen miehen kirstu - Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest Pirates of the Caribbean: Maailman laidalla - Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End Sweeney Todd – Fleet Streetin paholaisparturi - Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street Liisa Ihmemaassa - Alice in Wonderland Pirates of the Caribbean: Vierailla vesillä - Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides Rommipäiväkirja - The Rum Diary Jack ja Jill - Jack and Jill Liisan seikkailut peilimaailmassa - Alice Through the Looking Glass Ihmeotukset ja niiden olinpaikat - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Idän pikajunan arvoitus - Murder on the Orient Express Mestarietsivä Sherlock Gnomes - Sherlock Gnomes Näkemiin professori - The Professor Ihmeotukset: Grindelwaldin rikokset - Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald

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[lillygolich]

People I’ve Met on the Road

We’re roughly a third of the way through the trip now, and in the time spent traveling the road so far, I’ve met and learned about quite a few interesting people. There were the guys working at the official gift shop in Amboy, who introduced me to the fascinating story of their boss, Albert Okura, the founder and CEO of the Juan Pollo restaurant chain and the man who first purchased the abandoned ghost town in 2005. Sam and Monica, the chatty owners of the historic El Travatore Motel in Kingman. Tony, an ASU alum and the owner of the Jack Rabbit Trading Post, who gave me a free license plate when he heard I was graduating. And of course, Charlie, the friendly orange cat who greeted us at the Hackberry General Store. I tend to be a bit nervous and standoffish in public, and talking to strangers isn’t something that comes naturally to me. But I’ve been making an effort to engage with people more on this trip, and I’m so grateful for all the conversations that have come as a result. On Thursday, we stopped in Seligman, AZ to get lunch at the famous Delgadillo’s Snow Cap Drive-In, and, while we were waiting, took a quick walk down the street to look in Angel & Vilma’s Route 66 Gift Shop. When I asked the woman at the counter how she’d ended up living and working on Route 66, she told me her name was Mirna Delgadillo, that Angel & Vilma Delgadillo were her parents, and that after leaving for college and moving around for a while she’d come back to help with the family business in Seligman. Angel Delgadillo, who was the town’s barber, is known as the “Guardian Angel of Route 66” because it was his initiative taken in 1987 to form the very first route 66 association, in Arizona, and campaign for the historical preservation of the route, having grown sick and tired of watching his town waste away after they were bypassed by the interstate in 1978. In fact, head Pixar executive and creative director John Lasseter met Delgadillo during his hands-on research for the movie Cars (2006), and has said that the story of Seligman served as heavy inspiration for the entire creative team during the making of the film. Although Angel Degadillo officially retired from barbering earlier this year in July, at the age of 95, the corner of the store in the gift shop which served as his workspace is still preserved in tribute and filled with lots of interesting information and memorabilia. For more information on the Delgadillo family and the story of Seligman, see the link below for an interview with Mirna: 

#route66 #roadsideamerica