#charlie barber/reader

[jynzandtonic]

Absolutely CANNOT get over the fact that he’s 40 now. I’m being so not normal about this. Anyway. Maybe some birthday smut with Charlie??

WHY IS IT THAT HIM BEING 40 IS SO FUCKING HOT? WHY IS THIS HITTING ME IN THE DEEPEST DARKEST PART OF MY SOUL? Like I just turned fuckin thirty there's not that much of an age gap yet still my lizard brain is like DADDY DADDY DADDY. Anyway, I'm not okay. I hope you're hanging in there lol. Please accept these thots:

(cw: oral sex)

Thumb resting on the side of the champagne cork, you smile when you hear his keys in the front door and his heavy footsteps in the hallway. He laughs deep and rich when he crosses the threshold and sees the silver balloons behind you in the living room, a big helium four and zero floating behind you amidst a mess of streamers you'd put up with Henry earlier in the day.

"Surprise!" you squeal, popping the bubbly and scampering over to kiss him on the cheek. The delicate glass clouds with condensation as you pour the ice cold liquid into the flute and pass it to him, but he's more interested in tasting the sweet swell of your lips.

"Where's the kid?" he smiles against your mouth, gently plucking the champagne from your hand.

"Sleepover with friends," you say, tucking a finger into his belt and tugging him closer to you. "Just you and me tonight. It's part of your present."

"My present?" His mouth tugs up at the corner.

"Your present," you repeat, pulling to release his belt buckle with a soft clink and sinking to your knees in front of him.

He groans softly as you work his slacks and briefs over his thighs, revealing his thick, flushed cock. You pump him softly as you wet your lips, blinking up at him sweetly. His eyes go black when your tongue slides up the underside of his shaft, hands tangling in your hair to hold you in place as you swirl around his swollen head.

"Oh, sweetheart." His voice is soft and strained but his gaze is ferocious, drinking in the sight of you as you start to bob on his length. You take him deep and he holds you there, sighing when you gag and splutter. "You have no idea how fucking pretty you are with your lips wrapped around my cock."

The way you hum in response vibrates all the way through him and suddenly your mouth just isn't enough—he needs to taste you, needs to feel your cunt squeeze around him.

"No no no," you complain as he pulls you off him, reluctantly rising to your feet as he pulls you up by the hair. "Tonight's about you, Charlie!"

He grins and pushes you back on the couch, hiking up your dress and pulling your undies around your ankles. You gasp as he trails kisses up your inner thigh, pausing just before your jelly-slick center.

"Don't I get to have my cake and eat it, too?"

[heartshapedbabydolls]

Charlie’s dirty little secret💋

[hauntingoldhouses]

I know your wife, and she wouldn't mind🍾

[reveluving]

red lipstick ; adam driver characters headcanons

summary: because what’s sexier than seeing you in red lipstick? 💄

warnings: fluff, humour, slightly explicit (minors DNI!)

a/n: on an ADCU spree so I figured it’s the best time to write my own, courtesy of @safarigirlsp​ & @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather​ for continuously feeding my obsession hehe! pls pls pls give their work some extra love!! and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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✧･ﾟ Jacques Le Gris

Le Gris' own presence exudes confidence, ferocity, and allure, and his lady is no different. What better way to show the men who envy him the same way the ladies do with you than by bringing you the best of the best? He will settle for nothing less, especially when it comes to your comfort and the like, and he will know if they're not up to par.

Old-timey Jacques will indirectly criticize the maiden in charge, knowing they probably did so to make you seem 'less appealing' to your very own lover, but many seem to forget that he was extremely smart just as he was your doting husband. Just a quick exile over here, a simple repeat of his demand for the best over there and boom, he's back to being happy ol' Le Gris. Modern Jacques is no different, for he would easily purchase the shades you'd swatch and hum to yourself, knowing if he heard how much you liked it, he'd buy the whole store for you. Do you want them personalised, too? Go right on ahead!

And that's not a threat, it's a promise.

“You should never settle for anything less, ma chérie. I shall not allow it.” He’d chime in as soon as he sees your eyes sparkle at the new case with both wonderment and guilt. If you offer to repay him for his endless gifts, he will ask for your kisses, complete with the new set he’s given you, but ever the lover boy that he is, you know good and well it won’t end with just kisses.

✧･ﾟ Flip Zimmerman

Ever heard of the saying "the fortune favours the bold"? He doesn't need to hear from Stallworth that Flip has in fact 'loosen up' upon being graced by your existence. He does, however, preen in the knowledge that since knowing you, he's become bold. Well, bolder than he already was. Where has uncertainty brought him in life? But as much as he'd like to deny till the end of time, he's nearly done it before.

Keyword: nearly.

The day you met, he wondered if he had died in a shootout and met hell's personal It girl—no angel could pull off the devil's shade with pride the way you do. Had he continued to mask his hesitancy by returning your undeterred gaze, he'd be the biggest fool for letting you go.

He'd clock in work with your lipstick stains if he could. Public indecency be damned! He'd fight everyone and anyone if he hears another person talk about it as a form of embarrassment.

"S'not my fault you don't have a pretty girl to come home to." He'd shrug, though the wolfish smile told the poor bastard everything that he felt. Was he wrong? No. Was he going to fight Flip for publicly embarrassing him with the truth? Absolutely not; your husband would probably knock him out before the guy could even land a hit.

✧･ﾟ Clyde Logan

To think there were more red lipstick shades than he could count with his good hand. In all honesty, he really doesn't have a favourite nor does it matter if it's even red or not. That's not to say he doesn't care because clearly, he does, but only in the sense that it makes you happy. You are the professional in this particular field, after all. But best believe the happiness that heightens in him whenever you'd ask for his opinion.

Still, the colour red does, however, as the current generation says, 'hits different'. Unsubtle glances from his patrons were a normal occurrence but they never got any easier by the day. But, on the other hand? He’s the lucky son of a gun who gets to call you ‘his’.

But the man loves his kisses, and kisses he will get! With your frequent visits to the bar, you'll never let this man work without at least a peck on the cheek. Seeing his signature pout lift to the bashful smile we know and love (the audacity) takes no effort.

“Y’know just how to make a man happy, sugar.” He’d murmured against your lips, his sudden boldness not surprising you but instead, his customers, who were only giving him shit but also openly ogling at you not too long ago.

✧･ﾟ Kylo Ren

Whether you think of our ol’ touch-starved leader, the vampire, the knight, or whatever suits your fancy, Kylo will want nothing more than the top-notch of things for his darling, and your preference for lipstick shouldn’t be any different! He, in a way, is an embodiment of red—his passion for both his belief, his interest, and especially, his devotion to you. So, to see the very same colour he associates closely with, other than black, be embraced as your very own as well? He shouldn’t be surprised that most, if not all of his elation are sourced from you in general.

He’s a busy man, but he will not miss the opportunity to watch you apply your colour of the day with great care. He’s unconsciously smiling, lost in your melodic hum as his vow to keep you out of harm’s way grows stronger. He’s been through hell and back to survive, and he’d have no problem doing the same it’s to ensure you leave the danger zone unscathed. So, if something as simple as red lipstick makes you happy, then don’t be surprised if you see a new one even before your current one runs out.

And although all kisses are good kisses, don’t think he won’t pull you in for a real one once the smooching fest starts. You’re worried about leaving a stain? Don’t be! His men/subordinates don’t have the balls to point them out, knowing by doing so is a game over for them.

✧･ﾟ Charlie Barber

The man eats, sleeps, and breathes art, so it's knowing his beloved has her very own is a major plus! One would think nothing impresses him anymore, or at least, not as much as his own work, but oh, were they dead wrong. There hasn't been a day where the lipstick holder on your vanity table never makes him puff out his chest with pride. From the simple matte ones he'd buy after a random day at work simply because it reminds him of you, to the high-end bold to burgundy ones personalised with your name engraved on the case. C’mon, what harm would it do to him for paying a couple of hundreds for makeup as one of his ways to say thank you to his wife—his muse!

Charlie embraces this as your form of art; the shades, the textures, the right amount of shine or shimmer—just anything that screams you. Artistry performed best by his one and only.

And how could he forget about the polaroids you both have? Yours which has him covered in your lipstick stains and face in absolute bliss? His which were you kissing the area close to his happy trail, leaving the same shade colour to his toned body?

Yes, your husband's in paradise, indeed.

✧･ﾟ Commander Mills

Another hunk who really just finds your confidence in whichever you find is best is more than enough, because what's better than his girl's own joy? Even so, if red really speaks to you, then don't be surprised he takes advantage of it. If the numerous times you've caught him staring at your lips and even shamelessly holding your gaze doesn't tell you anything, then the instance he wraps his arms around you for a little while longer before pressing his lips onto yours definitely should.

And if we're talking about the whole time-travelling shebang and somehow, you had to make your own lipstick? Wowie. This man will scour every nook and cranny for the ingredients if you asked him to. Best believe he will find what you need!

If it means getting the opportunity to see you do your thing in your colour and being able to wipe off the accidental smear just after you've applied it, that man is on a mission.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

You can tell that I lost my roll towards the end HAHAHA but if you’re wondering what lipstick in particular inspired me to write this, it’s:

ETUDE Fixing Tint in Analog Rose/Vintage Red

Dior Rouge Dior Lipstick in 999

Stunna Lip Paint Longwear Fluid Lip Color in Uncensored

PERIPERA Ink Airy Velvet in Full Red Brick (11)

[rynwritesstuff]

Adam Driver Character Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist for Adam Driver's Characters!

☆ All of the content linked below the cut is strictly for those who are 18+! If you are under 18, do NOT continue ☆

*An asterisk indicates smut!

→ Kylo Ren

Mine/Yours (Oneshot)*

The Red Means ‘I Love You’ (Oneshot)*

My Favorite Flavor (Vampire!Kylo) (Oneshot)

My Dearest Love (Medieval!Kylo) (Oneshot)*

Wasteland Baby (Oneshot)

Willow (Pirate!Kylo) (Oneshot)

Willow - Part II (Pirate!Kylo) (Oneshot)*

Now Way to Say 'Goodbye' (Oneshot)

Kylo giving reader his cape (Blurb)

Trying to get Kylo to bake with you (Blurb)

Kylo comforting reader after the loss of a family member (Blurb)

Kylo injuring the reader (Oneshot)

“I want you to be more gentle tonight.” (Blurb)*

“I learned to love you.” + “Nobody can compare to you.” (Blurb)

“I’ve never done something like this before.” (Blurb)*

Arranged marriage + Medieval!Kylo (Headcanons)

→ Charlie Barber

Illicit Affairs (Oneshot)

Crazy in Love (FamousDirector!Charlie) (Oneshot)*

Break My Heart Again (Oneshot)

Mine, Mine, Mine (Oneshot)*

Sex with Daddy!Charlie (Blurb)*

“Does this feel good?” “No, I still feel like shit.” (Blurb)*

Reader being afraid of apologies due to past abuse. (Blurb)

“I’m not jealous.” (Blurb)*

Enjoying a New Years’ Eve getaway with Charlie (Blurb)*

Needy reader (Headcanons)

→ Clyde Logan

Car Wash (Oneshot)*

“I can’t believe you’re mine.” (Blurb)

Hayride (Blurb)

Yours and Clyde’s daughter getting in trouble for fighting with another student. (Blurb)

“I’m not wearing any underwear. I thought you’d like to know.” (Blurb)*

Disciplining his daughter (Blurb)

Pregnancy sex (Blurb)*

Cuddling/A quiet night at home (Blurb)

→ Flip Zimmerman

Let It Snow! (Oneshot)*

“I think I’m in love with you.” (Blurb)

“I need you to fuck me into oblivion.” (Blurb)*

Keeping reader warm (Blurb)

Flip being possessive (Blurb)

Camping (Blurb)

Possessive!Flip eats you out (Blurb)*

Playing sexy truth or dare with Flip (Blurb)*

Flip seeing reader’s breasts for the first time (Blurb)*

Moving in with Flip (Blurb)*

Asking Flip to be more dominant with you (Blurb)*

Losing your virginity to Flip * (Headcanons)

Flip saying ‘I love you’ for the first time (Headcanons)

→ Paterson

Pussy is God (Oneshot)*

→ Pale

Taking Pale to the carnival (Blurb)

→ Maurizio Gucci

Bellissima (Oneshot)*

Celebrating reader’s birthday on a private yacht (Blurb)

Falling in love at first sight (Blurb)

“Want me to model these for you?” (Blurb)

“Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.” (Blurb)

Jealousy (Blurb)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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[sammythelover]

[vintagevict0ria]

𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

Chapter 3 "But what would you do if I went to touch you now?"

pairing: Adam Driver x f!reader content: Alcohol consumption, fingering, handjob, close proximity trope, smut, MDNI!! a/n: omg- all time my favorite chapter ive written so far. I've also planned to have around 6-7 chapters!! Its been so fun to write this and sometimes I can never stop. When i said this would come out on saturday- I was fully convinced I would have it done by friday and have it out this morning. BUT last night I was at a party and didn't get back till midnight. So this morning i cranked out this chapter on dunkin coffee and a donut. ALSO first sex chapter??!!! IDK if its too soon but who cares! we love a good close proximity trope!!!! I am so excited for yall to read this!! The love and support for this series has been amazing and Im so grateful!! LOVE YOU ALL!! xoxo

“It was mine.”

The wine glass, suddenly and slowly, was taken away and set back down on the table. Your heart was jumping out of your chest but Adam could be far from affected. His eyes were locked in on the menu in front of him. “What do you think you're going to get?” He glanced up at you. You were captivated by him. His eyes. His nose. His smile. It was all beautiful. You wondered if he thought about you as much as you did him. The call of your name shook you out of your trance. “Huh? Oh yeah um- I was thinking of the Ribeye with a lobster tail aaand a side salad.” You placed your menu back down and grabbed your glass. Adam nodded, looking back down at the menu. 

“Are we ready to order?” The waiter walked back over and Adam gestured for you to go ahead. After a while of Adam going back and forth on what to get, he finally ordered. 

It didn't take long for the food to arrive, but you had already drank half a bottle of wine and had no appetite. In order to push away your feelings for the man in front of you, you stupidly assumed alcohol was the answer. “Yeah an’ then he kiss her!” Your mind was a blur. Words slurring together as you spoke. Adam had eaten his food and ordered for yours to be taken to-go. Laughing, you poured yourself another glass but Adam grabbed the bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet before you could finish. “Heyyyyyy!” Your attempt to fight back was useless as he pulled back and placed it out of your reach. “Here, let's get you some water, okay?” Adam raises his eyebrow at the passing waiter- he knew instantly when he looked quickly at you- taking a heavy sip of what you did pour into your glass- and then at Adam who had the expression of ’help.’ all over him. This is the last thing you remember- that was until your vision was black.

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You weren't sure what time it was. Your head pounded and your world was spinning around you. Slowly, you sat up. You squeezed your eyes shut before rubbing them open with the palms of your hands. Setting your hands beside you, you realized something- you aren't in your bed. Or your room. At this realization, you jumped off the bed and stood in the middle of the room. You looked around the dark, monochromatic, room around you. You listened closely to see if you could hear anything that gave you clues to where you were. Then you heard the faint sound of water running in the room adjacent to you. But for some reason, something still felt off. You went to adjust your dress when you realized that you weren't wearing the red dress you had put on. At this point, panic set in. Not only were you in a random ass room, but your kidnapper had taken off your dress and replaced it with an oversize ‘budweiser’ t-shirt. Then the sound of water stopped. Glancing around the room, you tried to find somewhere to hide but it was too late. The bathroom door swong open. A dark mysterious figure stood there, a white towel around its waist. You weren't sure if it was the hangover, but you couldn't make out the face of your abductor. The figure then turned on the light, revealing themselves. It was Adam. You immediately found comfort in knowing you indeed had not been kidnapped. His towel was loosely tied around his hips, his full chest and abs on full display. “Good morning.” Adam spoke as he grabbed a smaller towel to dry his dark locks. “Good morning.” You were now back on the bed. You laid down and hit the bed with a groan. “So, how bad was I?” Adam let out a chuckle, turning to you.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“Well, you had about a bottle and a half of wine, passed out at the restaurant. Carried you to the cab and back here. I wasn't really sure what to do so I put you on the couch. Then you threw up all over your dress, and I gave you a spare shirt I had.” You couldn't help but laugh. As you sat up, you continued to laugh but the uncomfortableness sat in and the laughing turned to tears- you were sobbing-. At Adam's realization, he ran over to you, squatting down. “Hey hey hey, it's okay! What's wrong?” You were on the edge of his bed, head in your hands. Adam, who was in front of you, placed a hand on your knee and said your name. “God, I'm so sorry! This is so embarrassing! It was just supposed to be a nice dinner but I had to be stupid and now I'm here! In your bed! In your clothes! God what is wrong with me!” Adam- who mind you, was shirtless, and with wet hair, had this look of deep concern on his face. “There's nothing to be embarrassed about.” He laughed, running his hand through his hair. “Here, let's get you in the shower and I’ll get Carolina to pick you up. Sounds good?” Wiping the remainder of your tears, you nodded. Adam smiled. Taking your hand and guiding you go to the bathroom. His bathroom was modern but mostly dark. Black and white tiles plastered the shower walls.Once you had gotten out of the shower, you put  Adam's shirt back on. It smelled like Sauvage by Dior. Adams' scent was surrounding you and it was intoxicating. Adam walked you to the door but grabbed your wrist before you walked out and spun you around to face him. You both held eye contact for at least 5 seconds before clashing into each other with a kiss. It was a slight peck but it drove this euphoric feeling to your core. When Adam pulled back, his face was flushed and quietly whispered “God i'm so sorry i just-” You shushed him “No it's okay, I’ll see you tomorrow Driver.” A few minutes later, Carolina came to pick you up. Entering the car you gave her a stern look “No questions. Nothing. Do you hear me?” She laughed, “Okay okay” Before the car drove off you realized you had left your wallet and keys in Adam's room.

You jumped out of the car and ran inside. “Hey sorry! I left my wal-” You didn't get to finish your sentence because Adam's mouth was on yours. Then his hands grabbed ahold of your waist, bringing you closer to him. Your hands followed but went up to his beautiful hair. His mouth was intoxicating and this feeling was new to you. “Fuck im so sorry Ive just been wanting to do that for a while.” You shut him up by kissing him. “Shut up Driver” Adam moaned into your mouth, the grip on your waist tightened as he pushed you into the living room and laid you on the couch. A million thoughts were running through your mind- was this really happening? You were on Adam Driver's couch and he was on top of you???!?!?!??! But there was no time for thinking- His hands were already in your pants- well your underwear because the only thing you had on was his shirt. “Wait wait wait” Adam pulled back- face flushed red. “Are you sure you want to do this Adam?” He paused before replying, “I mean we have to practice for the scene in the movie, don't we?” His words were echoing in your head and all you could do was nod your head. When he started to kiss you again, his rough and large fingers started to linger over your sex. When two of his fingers entered your shopping hole, your back arched against the couch. “oh my-'' you let out a moan of his name as he began to curl and pulse his fingers against the spongy spot that made your vision go blurry. Your free hand that wasn't tangled in his hair- traveled down his chest and down to his sweats where he was rock solid. The second your hand started to brush against him, his body contracted and shivered under your touch. The mix of a moan and a whisper of your name left his mouth. His fingers were speeding up and you weren't sure how much longer he would last. Your hand, finally in his pants, started stroking him and matched the pace of his fingers inside you. “Shit- Adam im-” He was now going faster than before, attending to get you to reach you high as soon as possible. His thumb began to rub slow and hard circles on your clit and you were gone. Your hips matched bucked against him and loud moans and whines left your voice. “C’mon, you can do it. Cum for me.” His soft spoken words took you over the edge. The living room reverberated the sounds of both you and Adams moans as you both reached your climax.

Now panting, you realized Carolina was still waiting on you. “Shit shit I have to go! Where are my keys?��� You maneuvered yourself out from under Adam and adjusted yourself. “On the table-” Once you saw them you grabbed them and were out of the house before Adam could say anything else.You appoligized to Carolina when you sat in the passenger seat. “Sorry, me and Adam were uh… talking. Got distracted.” Your friend raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh that makes sense. So how did your hair get messy and why are you painting and sweating?”

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Adam Driver’s Characters

Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

Lil Ren

She’s Mine

Paradise 

He’s Mine

Ren’s Bride 

Punishment 

Reunited 

Hard Ren

Saudade

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four 

Chapter Five 

Charlie Barber - (Marriage Story)

An Affair

Henry’s Girlfriend 

Paterson - (Paterson 2016)

The Bus 23

Jude - (Hungry Hearts)

Tenant

Maurizio Gucci - (House of Gucci)

Babysitter of Gucci

Jack Gladney - (White Noise)

Quickie before Class

Rory McCann’s Characters 

Sandor Clegane - (Game of Thrones)

His Queen

His Queen: Chapter 2

His Queen: Nameday

Construction Worker! Sandor Clegane's Headcanon

Dating Sandor Clegane x Hispanic! Reader - Headcanon

Sandor's Secret

Farmer! Sandor Clegane Headcanon

Pornstar! Sandor - Headcanons

Realm's Delight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The Wolf Among Men

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Alan Rickman Character's

Severus Snape - (Harry Potter)

"How can I prove it?"

This Feeling Will Pass

Crush

David Thewlis Character's

Freddie Mays - (Gangster NO. 1)

Freddie's Angel

Remus Lupin - (Harry Potter)

In Another Life

His Sweet Girl

Missing My Werewolf Boyfriend

The American: Welcome Back!

The American: Visiting the Dursleys

The American: A Storm is Coming

Communication

Best Friend's Little Sister

Queen Bee - W/ Sirius Black

Bad Day

Birthday Boy

Their Favorite Show

[a-million-usernames]

Monster Mash

Warnings: Children (Henry) Word Count: 690 As always, you can find this over on AO3.

A large pumpkin rolls heavily in the back of the SUV that takes a turn onto an otherwise deserted, leaf-riddled street of upstate New York. Behind the wheel, Charlie winces. He’s been trapped! Bamboozled! Tricked into coming here at the hands of both his son and you, but most by Henry’s devious manipulation tactics. Who’d have thought a pouty lip and threats of having the worst Halloween ever would be enough to get Charlie to cave?

He cannot recall the last time that he’s gone to a pumpkin patch - if ever - but surely the price he’d paid for the pumpkin that rolls so haphazardly in the trunk was exorbitant. It’s really not that much different than years before, you’d assured him while he griped in the checkout line. But…at least the sheets he and Henry will be wearing have cost him all of nothing. And…

He should be - is - grateful for this opportunity. The last few Halloweens with Henry have been spent in the heat-ridden hell that is Los Angeles. It’s about time he’s come out here to spend it in the falling leaves and rapidly cooling temperatures as the holiday was intended to be enjoyed.

“Are we there yet,” Henry asks from the back seat, his gaze cast outward towards the multi-colored canopy of the trees that pass by.

“Nearly,” says Charlie, his own gaze flitting from the rearview mirror back out onto the road ahead. “Just a few more turns and we’ll be there.”

In spite of all of his complaints, Charlie has gone through great lengths to ensure that this day goes off without a hitch for the three of you. He’s chosen a park, one with great fall foliage and little to no other visitors this time of year; the three of you have your autumnal outfits on and ready for any and all photos to be taken, and there is - of course - the pumpkin to be carved upon your arrival.

And carved it is…

Charlie lets Henry carve most of it, only stepping in to help when asked - helping to sharpen out the teeth and eyes - while you retrieve the sheets and sunglasses from the SUV’s trunk. Together it takes them no time at all to reach their desired outcome and, leaving the pumpkin’s interior on the grass for the wild animals to enjoy, the three of you trek a little deeper into the park to set up for your not so impromptu photoshoot.

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” Henry exclaims excitedly, reaching for the sheets in your hand.

Setting one set aside, you are quick to help Henry pull the sheet up and over so it drapes properly on him, ensuring that the small eye holes sit as they should, allowing him to see before you hand him the sunglasses to put on. Once both you and Henry are satisfied with the outcome, you turn your attention to the second sheet and drape it over yourself, mirroring his look with your own, soon moving to stand behind him.

Nearby, Charlie is fiddling with his camera, adjusting the angle of it until he’s satisfied before setting the timer to give him ample time to run over to where the two of you stand. As he runs over, pumpkin in hand, you know that he’ll undoubtedly gripe about the remnants of the shredded insides sticking to his hair once he removes it post-shoot. The amusing thought elicits a smile from you beneath the cover of the sheet.

“Ready,” Charlie asks, the question asked prior to him slipping the hollowed out pumpkin over his head, the carved face now looking at the camera.

“Ready!” Henry’s eagerness shines through in his shouted reply, a hand pumping upward towards the sky. Quickly remembering that all extremities must be covered by the sheet, Henry lowers his hand back down to his side just as Charlie settles a hand against your back.

Beneath the coverings of the sheets and the pumpkin, the three of you smile just as the camera fires off a series of photos, capturing the first of many photos the three of you will take today.

[jameskellysgirl]

Hi there!!! My name is Elle! I am 19 & my pronouns are she/her! I’ve been lurking in the shadows here for quite sometime but I’ve decided to come out and write and make friends!!! I love writing angst & love stories. I will mainly only write for Adam Driver and Hayden Christensen characters but that might change later on!! Anyways, in my next post I’ll list characters that I write for! I can’t wait to interact with you guys!

[jynzandtonic]

12 Days of Fluffmas — Day 7: Long Distance/Reunited

Charlie Barber x Reader

You knew Charlie would be spending Christmas and New Year’s in LA; it was never a question. Yet when you think about it, you still feel a little pang of disappointment that you won’t get to spend this special time of year together. Charlie’s devotion to Henry is one of the things you love the most about him; you don’t begrudge him for it. His dedication to showing up for his son despite the distance makes your heart swell, just like his dedication to you. 

Your relationship is new and beautiful and precious; you’ve spent mere months together but the depth of feeling is unlike anything you’ve experienced before. Every new day you spend together is a testament to how right you are for each other. You can feel it in the way he touches you, the way he listens to you, the way he brings you coffee in bed after morning lovemaking. You’ve met Henry a time or two—you talked about LEGOs and drawing and spaceships—and you’re hopeful that you can become a bigger part of his life in time. He’s so important to Charlie, so of course he’s important to you, too. 

Christmas morning in New York City comes and goes; you spend the day stopping by dear friends’ places to exchange gifts and hugs. You text Charlie and he texts you back, letting you know that the LEGOs you helped pick out for Henry were an absolute hit. When you settle in for the evening, you’re surprised when you hear a knock on the door to your apartment… and even more surprised to find Charlie standing in the doorway when you open it.

“Hi,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. “I caught the first flight after I dropped Henry off with his mom. I just couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing you on Christmas.”

You choke on a happy sob as you hug him back, hard. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you breathe.

“Till New Year’s Eve” he smiles, pressing soft kisses to each of your cheeks. “Then it’s back to LA. But (Y/N)...” his warm brown eyes meet yours. “When I go back, I want you to come with me. It’s time for you to be a part of this family.”

[ajthefujoshi]

Me reblogging the story before reading them because you know they're gonna be good from your fave authors.

Tags and hastags will be updated from time to time. 🤣

[hauntingoldhouses]

you look lonely, I can fix that.

[shesjustanothergeek]

Hey besties! I'm a 22-year-old teenage girl who likes to remain anonymous on here because of her digital footprint and all that. You can call me Geeky. I love to write for Marvel, Star Wars, House of The Dragon (specifically Aegon and Aemond), and anything about Adam Driver and his characters! House of the Dragon is my recent hyper-fixation. I'm focused on my current fics, His Love & The Gods We Can Touch, so that's what I'm writing for now.

Key: Complete=Finished, Ongoing=Currently Writing, WIP=Not Published But Will Be Soon

All Things Adam Driver

Living In the Moment |Jack Gladney x Fem!Reader| (complete)

Rapture |Jack Gladney x Fem!Reader| (complete)

The Most Tragic of Mistakes |Charlie Barber x Fem!Reader| (hiatus)

Ruined |Jacques le Gris x Fem!Reader| (complete)

Let Me Into Your Heart |Mafia!Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader| (hiatus)

House of The Dragon

His Love |Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader| (ongoing)

The Gods We Can Touch |Aemond Targaryen x Strong!Reader| ft. Yandere Aegon and Alicent (ongoing)

The Blood of Eden |Lucifer!Aemond Targaryen x Eve!Reader| (complete)

Marvel

Hunger |Venom/Eddie Brock x Plus Size!Reader| (wip)

[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)

[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.