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rynwritesstuff · 9 months

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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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emxisms · 10 months

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ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

What I will write:

✧ Fluff

✧ Headcanons

✧ Oneshots

✧ Multi-Chapter Stories

✧ Angst

What I will not write:

✧ Smut

✧ Any triggering topics.

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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

𝕲𝖑𝖊𝖊 ⬎

✧ Sam Evans

✧ Quinn Fabray

✧ Finn Hudson

𝕳𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝕺𝖋 𝖂𝖆𝖝 ⬎

✧ Bo Sinclair

✧ Lester Sinclair

✧ Vincent Sinclair

✧ Carly Jones

✧ Nick Jones

✧ Wade

✧ Paige Edwards

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 ⬎

✧ Rick Grimes

✧ Daryl Dixon

✧ Carl Grimes (Seasons 8+)

✧ Michonne

✧ Maggie Greene

✧ Glenn Rhee

𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖑 ⬎

✧ Sam Winchester

✧ Dean Winchester

✧ Castiel

✧ Rowena Macleod

✧ Charlie Bradbury

𝕿𝖊𝖝𝖆𝖘 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖜 ⬎

✧ Tex Sawyer

✧ Bubba Sawyer

✧ Vilmer Slaughter

✧ Richter

✧ Thomas Hewitt

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖞 ⬎

✧ Brahms Heelshire

✧ Greta Evans

✧ Malcolm

𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 ⬎

✧ Eddie Munson

✧ Jonathan Byers

✧ Argyle

✧ Jim Hopper

✧ Joyce Byers

✧ Steve Harrington

✧ Nancy Wheeler

✧ Robin Buckley

✧ Chrissy Cunningham

𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 ⬎

✧ Jasper Hale

✧ Edward Cullen

✧ Carlisle Cullen

✧ Alice Cullen

✧ Bella Swan (Vampire & Human)

✧ Rosalie Hale

✧ Emmett Cullen

✧ Esme Cullen

✧ Charlie Swan

𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 ⬎

✧ Stu Macher

✧ Billy Loomis

✧ Sidney Prescott

✧ Tatum Barber

✧ Randy Meeks

✧ Gale Weathers

✧ Tara Carpenter

✧ Sam Carpenter

✧ Ethan Landry

✧ Kirby Reed

✧ Chad Meeks

✧ Danny Brackett / 'Cute Guy'

✧ Quinn Bailey

✧ Wayne Bailey

𝕴𝕿 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕��𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔 ⬎

✧ Richie Tozier

✧ Beverly Marsh

✧ Eddie Kaspbrak

✧ Bill Denbrough

✧ Stanley Uris

✧ Mike Hanlon

𝕸𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 ⬎

✧ Gloria Prichett

✧ Haley Dunphy (Adult)

✧ Phil Dunphy

✧ Claire Dunphy

✧ Dylan Marshall

𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 ⬎

✧ Fiona Gallagher

✧ Lip Gallagher

✧ Ian Gallagher

✧ Mickey Milkovich

✧ Carl Gallagher (Adult)

✧ Veronica Fisher

✧ Kevin Ball

✧ Jimmy / Steve Lishman

✧ Svetlana Yevgeni

✧ Sean Pierce

✧ Sierra Morton

𝕮𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘 ⬎

✧ Spencer Reid

✧ Aaron Hotchner

✧ Derek Morgan

✧ Jennifer Jareau

✧ Emily Prentiss

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𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 ☑️

🔘 : Off

☑️ : On

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inthebottle · 1 year

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THIS IS WHERE ALL OF THE WRITINGS I HAVE POSTED FOR CHARACTERS I NO LONGER WRITE FOR BUT WOULD STILL LIKE TO SHARE WILL BE LINKED!

( CLYDE LOGAN )

oneshots…

mini-fics…

( ADAM SACKLER )

( FLIP ZIMMERMAN )

( PHILLIP ALTMAN )

( BEN SOLO / KYLO REN )

( RONNIE PETERSON )

( DANIEL JONES )

( CHARLIE BARBER )

( RICK SMOLAN )

( TOBY GRUMMET )

( JUDE )

( PAUL SEVIER )

( HENRY MCHENRY )

( ENZO FERRARI )

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benwaitingforsolo · 4 years

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only the beginning - charlie barber x reader fluff

request from @cas-backwards-tie : “Hi! I saw your post about requests and was wondering if maybe you could write a post about Charlie x Reader buying a house together? Like maybe they're moving in and showing Henry where they're gonna live and (maybe) start their own little family? Please and thank you”

warnings: female reader, mention of pregnancy, fluff

edit: i reposted this bc there’s a typo in the last few paragraphs with reader and charlie and some ‘news’ and tumblr won’t fix it when i edit it lol soooo if you go to my page you’ll see a reposted version of this one shot. thanks love you bye :)

"It's this one, with the red brick and white patio." Charlie pointed, his eyes stuck on the road.

Not looking up from the toys in his hands, Henry asked, "Does it have a big yard? We never had a yard in New York."

"It does! I made sure of it," you answered, looking back at him.

After Charlie pulled in, he hurried around the car to open Henry's and your doors. "Honey, can you leave the toys in here? The house is big and empty, and I don't want you to lose them." Charlie asked as he unbuckled his son.

"Charlie," you sang, "it'll be alright, else is he going to do while we're here? Appreciate the baseboards and built-in cabinets?"

Henry laughed at the fact the house was unlocked by a secret code but took it incredibly seriously when his Dad told it to him.

"I like this place already, Dad. The walls aren't a boring color like the last apartment." Henry complimented, tracing his hands on the walls.

Charlie fingered through a pile of papers for the house and responded, "That place was dull, wasn't it? If you want, and you have to think very carefully about it, we can paint your room whatever color you want."

"I can?!" He asked excitedly.

"You can! Do you want to come see it with me while your Dad does some lame adult-things?" You asked, combing your fingers through Henry's mop of hair. Over the past months, he grew comfortable with you around, understanding the new arrangement of his Mom, Dad, and their partners.

Henry nodded, and the two of you ran up the stairs. You showed him where your room would be, the bathroom with a shower and a tub, the hall closet, and most importantly, his room.

The whole house was empty, but seeing you and Henry in it made Charlie feel whole. "Babe? Henry? Where are you?"

You and Henry giggled in your hiding spot. Little did Charlie know, you fought for this house because of the hidden crawlspace in Henry's closet. It was an easy sell for Charlie, though, as it was equidistant from his work and Nicole's place, making his new co-parenting life easier.

"Hiding!" You yelled out, hoping not to give your position away.

The two of you heard Charlie's groaning as he looked for you. "There's no furniture for you to hide in? Where the hell are you?"

"We should probably get out of here before Dad throws a fit," Henry admitted.

Agreeing, you climbed out first to catch Henry as he wiggled out.

"There you two are." Charlie was relieved when he saw you and Henry looking out of the window of Henry's room. "Henry, I brought a book of paint colors if you want to look through it." You always admired how great a parent Charlie was, talking at his eye level, always giving his everything to him, among more.

You held Charlie's hand and kissed his shoulder chastely as he kissed your temple.

"Did you look in the other bedroom yet?" You asked, leading Charlie out of Henry's room.

Charlie looked a bit puzzled, not getting when you were talking about, as when you came to see the house for the first time, the spare room was set up as an office. "You mean our room?"

"Nope." You used your freehand to turn the handle of the room you didn't show Henry. "This one."

After you opened it, Charlie stepped into the smaller bedroom, he stood in place and turned in a circle since there wasn't a lot of walking space in the room. He paused when he saw an already-built crib flush against the wall. "This wasn't here last time." He said, confused.

"I know. I had it delivered a few days ago."

Immediately, Charlie knew what this meant. You watched as his eyes grew in size and started to well up with tears. "You're pregnant?"

"I am." You smiled as Charlie took you into his arms. He kissed you tenderly, typically his kisses were ferocious and hungry, but with your news, he was gentle. You broke the kiss and rested your forehead on his. "I know it's early, but I wanted to surprise you."

Charlie's hands rested on your lower belly, which showed no signs of difference, but it didn't matter. "I hate moving, but this makes me excited to make this place ours."

"Then we better do that soon Mr.Barber. I'm not sure how much help I'll be in a few months." You teased, trailing your fingers up his long arms.

Your lips met Charlie's once again, this time with less hesitation. Emotions ran through you, and you weren't sure if it was from the change in hormones, the adrenaline of your news, or the excitement of the house. Regardless, you and Charlie didn't mind, because it was only the beginning of your story.

thank you for the request @cas-backwards-tie! i haven’t had the chance to write charlie yet! i hope you enjoyed this! :)

#charlie barber x reader #charlie barber reader insert #marriage story fic #charlie barber fic #charlie barber oneshot #lol hope my computer doesn't die as i write these tags #charlie barber #hope this was cute lol #oh also #not my gif #omg but #imagine that gif but charlie asking reader if they're pregnant #cw: pregnancy #cw: pregnant reader

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barbers-glimmerin-darlin · 3 years

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Always Remember Us This Way

Charlie Barber x (Gender neutral) Reader

Summary: Inspired by Lady Gaga’s song ‘Always Remember Us This Way’ for the Gaga + Driver Oneshots series. You and Charlie spend your last moments together on the stage.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of sex (nothing explicit)

Words: 1.1k

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The lights seemed just a little warmer than they usually felt as you stood in the centre of the stage, tired and aching from the performance you’d just given, but feeling a bone deep sense of elation at how well closing night had gone.

Maybe it wasn’t the lights that were warmer though, maybe it was the heat from the arms which encircled your waist so securely, perhaps that’s what it was. Stray flowers and petals littered the stage floor, tokens of appreciation thrown by the audience that had filled the theatre not half an hour before the moment you occupied now. It had cleared out now, the satisfied crowd had exited out into the cold streets of New York City, abuzz with praise for the performance they had just witnessed, deep in discussion about the cast and the team behind it.

As always, Charlie had weaved a masterpiece, but there really was no surprise there. As long as you’d known him you’d known in the deepest part of your soul that Charlie’s gift was something not of this world, it was unfaltering throughout all of his projects. You’d spent hours upon hours basking in the glow of his bright talent when he had been writing long into the night after sensuous sessions of lovemaking. He always said that he never felt more inspired than when he was treated to the sight of your dewy, sated body stretched out before him.

You’d grown together in the two years you’d been entangled in each other’s lives, Charlie had found a new sense of adventure and life in the aftermath of his divorce, and he confessed that meeting you had made him braver and bolder than he had ever been before. He had started taking risks with his work which had yet to reap anything but positive results, he said you’d ignited a new kind of passion within him that he’d never known possible.

In return, Charlie had helped you to blossom as an actor, encouraging you to make your ideas heard when you’d first joined his acting troupe at Exit Ghost. You’d never felt so valued before, never felt so seen as when you were working through a scene with Charlie and your castmates. The expression he always held on his face as you explained your thoughts and opinions would be forever etched into your memory, that’s what someone looked like when they were really listening. He looked at you like you were Botticelli’s most breath-taking artwork, he saw a light in you that you’d never even tried to find.

It was all about to change though, the fine fabric of the life you’d built with this magnetic man was about to be torn at the seams, and there was little to be done about it. You’d been offered a job working with the Royal Shakespeare Company over in England, a dream you’d long been chasing, long before you met Charlie. Charlie’s rapidly increasing popularity and recognition meant that he was more in demand than ever, opportunities cropping up left and right, none of them in England though.

And so it was goodbye. When you’d originally made the decision to take the plunge and accept the job in the UK you’d both vowed that you could make the relationship work long-distance, you’d talked excitedly about how you could FaceTime all the time, and message each other throughout the day.

But you and Charlie were both very rational people, and so it didn’t take long for you both to start seeing flaws in this great plan you had crafted. The difference in time zones, the fact that it was sometimes a struggle to make time for each other outside of work already even living within walking distance of one another, Charlie’s commitment to going to California more to see Henry now that he was in demand all over the country. When you’d looked at the situation, really looked, it became apparent that it just wasn’t going to work.

It felt sort of right that your relationship had led up to this moment, it felt like the close you’d never really wanted to imagine but ended up getting anyway. This is how you’d always remember him, surrounded by the products of his incredible mind and boundlessly artful soul, surrounded by all the things that made him who he is.

“You were incredible tonight.” His voice was deep and quiet as he pressed his cheek to the top of your head, pulling you just a little closer, looking out across the empty stalls with sad, brown eyes.

“So were you.” You whispered back.

“They don’t know how lucky they are to be getting you.” He told you, referring to your new theatre company. You chuckled quietly at his biased statement, Charlie truly believed that you hung the moon in the sky despite your protests. You couldn’t think of a response though, opting to stay quiet and bask in these last moments of glory.

“You’ll let me know when you take off and when you land, right?” He asked, breaking the silence once again. You couldn’t help but smile, protective of you even when it wasn’t his responsibility anymore.

“Of course. You’ll tell Henry he can come visit if ever he wants to?” You returned, warming at the thought of Henry wanting to come and see you, but even more so at the possibility of Charlie coming to see you at some point.

“Absolutely.”

You breathed in his the smell of his clean, soft shirt as you pulled back to look at him, almost gasping at how beautiful he looked with the soft stage lights illuminating his hair like a halo around his timeless face. It felt like the world faded around you when you looked at him, like he was your centre of gravity, like nothing else mattered. He held you so safely in his eyes that you truly believed that nothing could hurt you as long as he was looking at you.

“This is us, Charlie.” You whispered, moving your eyes away from him to flit around the darkened auditorium. This building held so much of your time together, the heavy curtains on the stage held the echoes of laughter shared between lovers in the night. The wooden catwalks above you creaked with the memory of the footsteps of two people trying to find a place to be alone, if only for a moment. The seats in the house had been witness to so many moments of connection and understanding as the two of you had crafted beautiful pieces of art with words and movement upon the stage.

“I’ll always remember us this way.” He uttered, misty, tearful eyes staring deep into your own, gazing upon the light he saw in your soul one last time before placing a sound kiss to your trembling lips. The house lights were going dark, and the music wasn’t playing anymore but he was right, you’d always remember the two of you this way.

#Charlie Barber #Charlie Barber x Reader #Marriage Story #Angst #ADCU #Adam Driver #always remember us this way #Gaga + Driver Oneshots #Lady Gaga

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patersof · 4 years

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Adam Driver in the set of "The Last Duel" 29.09.20

✨Edited by me✨

I hope you liked it✨😌

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maybe-your-left · 4 years

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Along the Highway

okay so set the scene... Clyde has a garage where he’s a mechanic.... and he bends ya over to see what’s under the hood n’ gives a the good ol’ southern oil change a yer life darlin’... 😉 you’re welcome for this... saddle up!

Thank you for the request @finn-ray-nal-beads... I truly hope I delivered. but I don’t think you’ll be disappointed darlin’

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“Mother fucker,” you cried out when your car stalled on the highway. You were halfway towards your destination. Stuck in an old hick town in Boone County. You had no service and the closest gas station according to the signs was 10 miles down. You pulled off to the shoulder, letting the nonexistent traffic ‘whiz’ past you.

You climbed out with your purse and phone clutched in your hand, slamming the door shut. “What am I gonna do now?” you whispered. No one had passed you for miles, you weren’t even sure that you could use your emergency AAA button in the car since there was no service.

Sighing you stared at the highway… there was nothing to do but move forward. You made sure your car was in the park and all your valuables were stowed away in your purse or your trunk and you began your trek. Maybe when you made it to the town there would be cell service and someone could point you in the direction of a mechanic.

After about 30 minutes you were exhausted, the West Virginia heat beating down on your back. Surely you were getting baked alive, since you decided to wear a summer sundress and sandals. Not prime walking outfit choices… thank god you remembered to pack your water bottle or else you would’ve passed out.

In the distance, you saw a Chevron, along with a tiny strip mall. There was even a little hair salon, maybe if the mechanic was working on the car you could swing in for a trim? It couldn’t hurt to kill some time. You burst inside the station, sweaty and breathing heavily. Approaching the counter you attempted to catch your breath, “Is-is-there a mechanic nearby?” you wheezed out.

The attendant was a young man, maybe 18 barely, looking at you like you were a wild animal. He gulped and handed you a water bottle, “Uh, yes ma’am… just down the road. Logan Family Auto… are you alright?”

He looked at you with big eyes, watching you chug the ice-cold water, “Yes, sorry. My car broke down on the highway…”

“Ahh,” he exhaled, “Lemme call them and the owner will pick you up and the car.”

“Thank you,” you made your way outside, taking a seat on the bench. You flicked off one of your shoes and began rubbing the sole. You were already unbelievably sore, probably wouldn’t hurt to get a foot rub when you made it to Virginia. The entrance door dinged, “Ma’am, Mr. Logan is on his way to pick you up.”

“Thank you so much,” you sighed.

A few minutes later a tow truck pulled into the gas station, parking in front of the doorway. Someone climbed out of the driver’s seat and walked around the front. You weren’t paying attention, instead trying to work the knots out of your foot.

In front of you two black boots came into view, followed by a clearing of the throat, “Are y’ needin’ a lift?”

You looked up and instantly your throat went dry… the man in front of you wasn’t a man. Better qualified as a bear, he was huge. Had long black hair tucked under a green John Deer hat, navy coveralls and he had his arms to his side, almost afraid to approach you. His face was pale, but had a few spots of grease on his cheeks, leading into his scruffy facial hair.

“Yes,” you moaned out.

“Okay, where to?”

In your fantasy he would’ve asked you to climb him like a tree but instead he was staring at you with pleading eyes.

You shook your head, “Sorry, uh-yeah my car broke down on the highway… had to walk all the way here.”

“Mmm,” he nodded. Turning around he opened the passenger door, “Come on in, I’ve got AC. We’ll get ya cooled off.”

Standing up you stretched out, desperate to cool off inside the truck. You also could use a massage, your feet and legs were aching from the overuse. Sliding in, tucking your purse at your feet. You smoothed down your dress and waited for him to climb in.

The mechanic hopped in, and started blasting the AC. instantly cooling your skin, you sighed, “That feels so much better.”

“M sure it does,” he laughed, “My name's Clyde by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Clyde, I’m (Y/N).”

Clyde gave you a small smile, “That’s a very pretty name.”

You blushed, looking away so he wouldn’t see how flustered you were.

The drive was long, you could barely believe that you walked this. Just imagining it again was making you sweat. You leaned onto the dashboard, desperate for some relief. Deciding to angle the vents towards your legs, you didn’t even notice the Marylin Monroe moment you were having until Clyde cleared his throat.

“Y’ doin’ okay over there?”

“What,” you opened your eyes and looked at him. Mistakenly shifting to wear your dress was blown up over your hips. Fully showcasing your bare thighs and sheer panties. “Shit I’m sorry!”

You rushed to cover yourself, embarrassed of the exposure. “It’s s’okay darlin’ I’m sure you want to relax after the day y’ve had.”

Glancing back over you noticed Clyde's eyes dart back to the road… no way, you had caught him staring at your legs. He probably got an eyeful earlier, and now he was blushing bright red. Hands gripping the steering wheel tight. You scooted over towards him, deciding to shoot your shot. Grabbing the hem of your dress you slid it back up, revealing yourself again. “Do you want to help me relax Clyde?”

He looked over at you, eyes practically bulging out of his head. Clearing his throat he placed a hand on your bare knee, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Tightening his grip on your knee he yanked you over the seat. Pinning your left leg up towards your chest, showcasing the wet spot in your panties. Clyde's eyes darted from your center to the road, trying to not send you both off the highway.

Bringing his hand to your core, he lightly rubbed his knuckles on the fabric. Groaning as he felt your slick through it, how it was coating your lips. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, “Please Clyde,”

“Y’ sure?”

“Please or I’ll have to do it myself,” you smirked at him.

Clyde laughs again, pulling your panties to the side and plunging two fingers in. “Fuck,” you squealed. You weren’t ready for two fingers, and they were already fucking you in and out. Dragging against your walls, soaking up in your wetness. His fingers were so long, and fat, better than any cock you had before. Giving you a few more pumps, Clyde moved his hand out, positioning his palm face up.

“Darlin’ y’ve soaked through these,” he mumbled, eyes darting back and forth from the road and his fingers. Bringing them back to your weeping hole he shoved them in, squelching out more slick onto the seats. His fingers were curling up against your front wall, quick ‘come hither’ motions on your g-spot.

“Clyde,” you moaned, “That feels so good… can I rub my clit? Please!”

“Rub it baby, cum all over my fingers.”

Your hand darted out, furiously rubbing your swollen nub. Clenching around Clyde's fingers as they continued to assault your cunt. You squeezed your eyes shut, succumbing to the blissful fullness his fingers gave you.

You came with a shout, begging him to keep going. Gushing down his wrist while he slowly pulled off the road. Your chest was heaving, trying to center yourself, overstimulation creeping in from Clydes fingers still stuffed in your cunt.

“Better?” Clyde asked, pulling his fingers out slowly, “Look at the mess y’ made.” Holding up his slickened hand, admiring the shine coating his middle and ring finger. You laughed as you caught your breath, watching as he brought his fingers up to his mouth. Slipping them inside, his eyes closed as he moaned at your taste coating his tongue.

“Get outta the truck,” he commanded. Putting it into park, and yanking the keys out. Clyde slammed the door, you just sat there dumbfounded, you were not at your car yet? Why is he pulling over…

Suddenly your door swung open behind you and Clyde yanked you out, pulling you to the front of the truck. “I thought I asked y’ to get out?” You gave him a devilish smile, leaning against the hood, pressing your tits up to the sky. “I don't know what you’re talking about…”

Clyde swooped in, pinning you down, lips crashing into yours. Moaning into each other’s mouths, your hands went up to his neck, sliding into his luscious hair. Clyde began to grind against you, pushing your dress back up your hips. He was already so hot and bothered from fingering your, all you wanted was for him to bury his cock inside you.

Breaking away you looked at him, silently telling him with your begging eyes what you wanted. “Are y’ gonna listen to me now or are you gonna be a troublemaker?”

You grinned, leaning in and placing a kiss on his Adam's apple, “whatever you want Daddy.”

He growled and flipped you around, pressing your chest onto the warm hood. His left forearm across your back to keep you from squirming around, and his right pulling up your skirt. “Gotta check an see if every thin’s all good and ready for me.”

Pressing your ass into his jeans, desperate to feel how wet you were. He thrust forward, repinning your hips. His fingers gripped into your panties and yanked them down. “Please Clyde,” you moaned. The delicious friction making you keen for him even more.

Clyde quickly disrobed enough to fish his cock out, rubbing it up and down your eager slit. The tip

of him catching just enough to give you a small

stretch, “Y’ think you can take me?”

“Anything,” you bucked back, “Just fuck me.”

He shoved inside, completely splitting you on his hard cock. Bottoming out and knocking the wind from your lungs. Both of you cried out at the tension inside you, your walls already clenching from the intrusion. Clyde pulled back, taking himself out and rubbing again before plunging back in.

“Fuck, y’er choking my cock darlin’,” He moaned, beginning to thrust in and out at a rapid pace, “M not gonna last with y’ doin’ that.”

You clenched around him again, his words egging you closer towards your release, “Daddy, I wanna cum on you again, please can I?”

“Yeah baby,” he grunted, “Cum with me.”

You both cried out, Clyde’s cock knocking into your cervix over and over. Each time shooting a mix of pain and pleasure to your walls, you were clenching all around his length. Desperate to milk all the cum he could give you.

A few more thrusts and he stilled, forehead coming to rest on your shoulder and his ick twitched inside you. Spitting out rope after rope of his hot sticky cum into your tired pussy. Clyde pulled out, allowing you to sit up again as he steadied himself on the side of the road. You collapsed into him, your legs threatening to give out at any moment. His cum already leaking down your legs to pool inside your pulled down panties. Laughing you hoisted them up, to try and collect the rest of his spend inside you.

Beside you Clyde was panting, the heat and the power of his thrusting had completely wiped him out. He looked over and you and grinned, “That was,” he leaned against you, “That was great darlin’.”

You laughed again, “It sure was. Thanks, it really helped me relax.”

He smiled back at you, “No problem… I guess we better go get yer car now.”

#adam driver #Clyde logan #oneshot #charlie barber #kylo ren #phillip altman #flip zimmerman #smut #fluff #my writing #submission

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charlieb-baby · 4 years

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Home- Charlie Barber

Summary: Fluffy reunion with reader and Charlie. Mentions of cheating.

“Linda informed me that her boy Mark is still single, if you’re interested. You remember little Marky don’t you sweetheart?”

You simply couldn’t hold in your groan. Not even 2 minutes in and your mum was already informing you on all the “eligible” bachelors who were still available.

“Oh stop that now!” She responded angrily down the speaker.

“I’m sorry, I am Mama. But I’ve told you to quit the matchmaker act how many times now?” Your frustration was evident to everyone but her. Blinded by her love for you.

“Y/N I just want what’s best for you. You know that. Or is that a crime? To help your daughter?” She always was so dramatic over the simplest of things, even when you were a child she fretted constantly.

“Drop the Fairy Godmother act,” you couldn’t help but giggle. “No it’s not a crime but I need you to understand that I’m not really interested right now.” You lied swiftly. If only she knew the truth. She’d have the shock of her life if your sweet mother found out that you weren’t at home- but in fact another man’s house. A married man’s house. Charlie’s house. He’d been in LA for another dreadful 2 weeks, spent with chaotic arguing no doubt. He was due to return sometime today and you wanted to be there, as a surprise. You shouldn’t have been allowed to miss him. He wasn’t yours to miss. But you had, it was almost impossible not to. You missed everything about him. His hair, his smile, his compliments, his passion. And perhaps most significantly, his gorgeous cock.

“If I had the powers of a Fairy you wouldn’t be single my love,” she instinctively muttered only to be met with another sigh leaving your lips as you impatiently paced in Charlie’s kitchen. “And that’s nonsense Y/N, everyone wants love,”

“Yes, but not through force and matchmaking. It’ll happen naturally,” You trailed off. And it did. You were a costume designer and had worked with him since the early days where an innocent friendship began. It was actually Nicole who introduced you two- if only she knew know the deception. As she pushed him away, consistently, throughout their marriage, your relationship with Charlie only blossomed deeper. Until one late night, neither of you could hold back your hidden longing as your collective moans, pants and gasps bounced around the theatre together- solidifying your need for each other.

“Well old school friends reuniting and falling in love sounds pretty natural to me sweetie,” your mother retorted.

“I spoke to Mark maybe three times the entire time. I remember him being extremely shy and awkward and clumsy.” Your thoughts spoke before you could filter them out.

“Well, why not try some of that internet dating,” she suggested with a defeated sigh. Even as a child you’d been defensive and argumentative, verbal battles occurred frequently between the two of you. “Is it Tonder? No Twindler? Give that a try, meet new people, have fun, romance. Maybe a little more...” she continued with excitement in her tone. God were you really having this conversation right now?

“How’s dad?” You blurted out in an attempt to change the subject. Anything to move away from the topic. But you had inherited the hot headed characteristic from your mother as she strongly pursued your love life. As her advice kept on coming you eyes drew up from the counter and out the window as you saw a car. No, Charlie’s car parked in his drive. He returned and was moving quickly towards his front door, his body language visibly tense. You however, were frozen in place. In a trance. Unable to move. He was home after so long, he was coming back to you.

“...honestly Y/N, sweetheart, if you want to have children at some point you better find someone soon. You’ll biological clock is ticking and we won’t be here forever, you know. I’d like to see some grandchildren before....” she continued on and on. You could hear his key turning in the lock and your brain was only just engaging with your body as you strode towards the door. His door.

“Mama,” you spoke softly but she was too far in depth in her own monologue to register anything other than what she was preaching at you. Meanwhile, you moved into the living room as Charlie’s hand pressed down on the handle from the outside. It was painful, this last part. So close to one another but still apart by a small, tortuous distance.

“Mum.” You spoke louder that stopped her in her tracks as Charlie stepped over the threshold, into the warmth of his house. Returned safely. Your body froze as you made eye contact with one another. Stuck on what to do or say or, or, or. You could sense the relief in his eyes upon seeing you, a subtle smile inching across his face as the tension in his shoulders slipped away.

“Mama I gotta go,” You simply stated and hung up as you heard her shocked and confused remarks.

It happened instantly, an instinctive moment. You dropped you phone to the floor while Charlie simultaneously dropped his bag as you both rushed to one another into a longing embrace. Your head rested into his neck as he crushed your middle. An involuntary sob left your mouth upon realising he was back as the smell of lingering coffee and Henry’s Play-Doh off his Olive jumper hit your nose. You managed to pull apart from one another enough to gaze into each other’s eyes. You noticed how the skin around them appeared more reddish, as if he’d been caught harshly by the LA sun. It may have been his emotions getting the better of him in the moment but you couldn’t help but worry that he had been in pain while away from you. His large, smooth hands held either side of your face to ensure he could catch every detail of you. And then, he pulled you to his lips in a passionate kiss filled with desire and reassurance. A moan escaped you, comfort filling your body as his feverish kissing diminished your longing. Oh, how you’d missed this. You pulled apart and laughed.

“Hi,” you giggled, still trapped between his hands.

“His gorgeous, I missed you.” Charlie mumbled, enamoured by you.

“Me too, I’m so glad your back,” you sighed against him, his chin resting on the top of your head.

“Likewise,” he returned with a gentle hum before moving back to kiss your lips again, where he truly felt at home.

#charlie barber x reader #adam driver #charlie barber #marriage story #fluff #charlie barber fluff #oneshot #my work #my fic #reader insert

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babbushka · 4 years

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Charlie Barber x Reader ; 2k

The party had been achingly wonderful. You’d never seen his house so filled with warmth, with light – and you’d been over a dozens and dozens of, in the past few years that you’ve known him, have known Charlie.

The place was packed with all his theater friends, all the writing and directing and acting geniuses gracing the Broadway stage. And you, in the middle of it all, were enthralled, were so glad for the opportunity to schmooze and laugh and cheers with your peers. You’d talked scripts, screenplays, plays and movies, award shows and bullshit critics, and you’d done it all with the pleasant warmth of food in your belly and a drink in your hand.

He had really gone all out, you think once the party had begun to die down. The string lights were twinking a soft white, the fireplace cracking loudly, the tree all lit up red and gold. Henry had helped decorate it before flying to Los Angeles to spend the holiday with Nicole who had just moved there. There were tapered candles lit and softly melting, wax hot and dripping on the silver plates that were there to catch the drops so the tabletops weren’t ruined. He always was thinking one step ahead, your Charlie.

That thought, the your Charlie, sent a soft bloom of fondness through your chest. All night he’d been making eyes at you, dark and glittering with more emotions than you could probably parse. All night he’d been smiling at you from across the room, face half-hidden in his cup of eggnog. All night he’d been making as many excuses as possible to find his way next to you, to make you laugh, to make you pay attention to him and only him.

It was a secret, of course. The affair.

That’s where the ache came in, didn’t it? The urge to be close to him. The war of being close but not too close, to smile but not smile too much, to look but not stare. It wouldn’t do to make anyone suspicious, wouldn’t do to draw attention. It was a bittersweet kind of atmosphere, wanting to hold and be held, but not able to.

Except now…now the party had wound down to just the two of you. You had insisted on staying to help clean up. You didn’t need to catch a cab or a train, you only lived just next door – so of course you would stay and help.

And there was a tension there, a silent tension, as you stacked up all the red solo cups, threw them away. The two of you trying to wait, trying to wait in case someone forgot something at his house before they left, in case a neighbor wanted to drop by, in case in case in case.

So there was the tension, two of you dancing around one another as you walked around and turned off the lights in all the rooms no one was in, because you know how much Charlie hates wasting electricity. As you brush past him to bring the leftovers to the kitchen, wrap them in silver foil and stack them in the fridge so he’d have something to eat later. As you put on your coat and head for the door, casting a look over your shoulder.

He looks at you, and you look back at him, and you chew your lip when you tell him, “I really can’t stay.”

He nearly drops what he’s holding and crosses the room in three long strides, slides his arms around yours, and you melt into the embrace. You rest your head on his shoulder for a moment, looking up at him through your thick lashes. He knows, knows what you’re doing.

You’re grateful he’s going to play along.

“But baby, it’s cold outside.” He whispers, licks his lips.

You love it when he calls you baby, when he says it like that. Like it’s the easiest thing in the world to call you, the most natural thing.

And wasn’t it?

You try and suppress the ghost of a smile that’s threatening to spread across your mouth, but you fail. You fail as you turn in his embrace, and smooth your hands up the soft sweater he wears. It was terrible, red and green and white with little gold bells and ribbon bows stitched into the fabric. You had bought him that sweater, had told him that everyone should have something ugly and tacky to wear for a Christmas party.

“Yes, but I’ve got to go away.” You explain, not making one motion to step away from him.

“But…it’s cold outside.” He reiterates and you do grin then, grin bright and wide, as his arms wind around your waist and pull you ever closer.

“This evening has been – ” You start, pulling away for a moment to look for your keys.

“I was hoping you’d drop in – ” He says, and now he’s smiling too, he’s walking into the kitchen for a moment.

“—So very nice.” You continue, finding them. You had placed them in the little dish on the table by the door, and you can’t help but think that they look so good there, next to Charlie’s keys.

You wondered if it was the holiday atmosphere or something else, that made you emotional over that. Charlie sees in your face how you’re getting choked up, choked up over something as simple as two keys in a dish, and he comes to your side with two glasses of champagne from the kitchen.

He hands you one and when your fingers touch, he gasps, gives you a big toothy smile that makes you want to kiss him.

“Here, let me hold your hand, they’re just like ice!” He hisses dramatically, takes your hand in his.

It’s then that you realize the curtains are open, and anyone on the street could see. You immediately pull him away, pull him down the main hallway where no one would be able to look in, no one would be able to know this is what the two of you get up to.

What will the two you get up to?

“The neighbors might think…” You explain with a chuckle, and he waves it off.

“Oh, but it’s so bad out there.” He says sarcastically, nodding to the softly falling snow that’s barely sticking to the manicured lawn outside.

You laugh too loud at that, a nervous giggle that shakes your body as he pulls you in close in the dark of the hallway. You feel dizzy, feel dizzy in the best way, lightheaded with love and giddiness.

“Say, what’s in this drink?” You tease taking a whiff of the champagne, but he frowns.

“That’s not funny.” He tucks a bit of hair behind your ear, warms his palm on your cheek.

You look up into his eyes and see the softness there, and suddenly it’s all too much and not nearly enough at the same time.

“I wish I knew how…” You sigh, nuzzling into his embrace for a moment. Your back is resting against the wall of the hallway, and he’s standing between your legs, your stomachs practically pressing together with how close you are, and soon the nuzzling turns into kissing his palm, “To break this spell.”

“Give me your hat, your hair looks swell.” He whispers, sliding your coat off of your shoulders and taking off the wool beret you had worn, a festive thing that matched your dress.

“I ought to say ‘no, no, no, sir.’” You grin, blush and bat your eyelashes, being teasing, playful.

“Mind if I move in closer?” He asks as he braces his arms against the wall, caging you between them.

And you decide to play with him a little longer, so you duck out from under his arm and laugh with another, “I gotta get home!”

You try, but Charlie chases you, chases you and spills his champagne in the process, chases you and grabs you around your middle, hoists you up in a way that makes you laugh and laugh and laugh, like he were some great fireman and you were in need of rescue.

Maybe you think, as he sets you down on the couch and closes the curtains, maybe you were.

“You’d freeze out there.” He shakes his head, hiding your outerwear in the closet by the door.

“So lend me your coat.” You challenge and he scoffs.

“It’s up to your knees out there!” He makes up, points to the window.

There absolutely wasn’t even an inch of snow yet, not yet. But you knew that, and he knew that you knew that, and you settle into the couch anyway, settle in further, taking another sip of champagne. That dizzy warm bubbly feeling spreads through your whole body in the most pleasant way, and time feels like it’s standing still.

What time even was it?

“There’s bound to be talk tomorrow.” You roll your eyes and smirk, beckon him forward with a crook of your finger as you slip your heels off of your feet.

Charlie didn’t like shoes on the couch, and you don’t blame him. He watches your movements carefully, watches as you rub your ankles together, toes probably going so so cold from being exposed to the air. He puts both his hands over his heart and gives you the most convincing heartbroken look you’d ever seen, a true actor.

“Think of my holiday sorrow – ” He starts, making his way back to you, following your finger, entranced by you.

Who was under the spell now?

“At least there will be plenty implied.” You wink, already envisioning the talk of the theater community tomorrow. Surely there’d be gossip, surely there’d be theories. There were already theories, and ones that weren’t unfounded.

“ – If you caught pneumonia and died.” Charlie continued, the thought of that being so absurd that your laugh rings brightly in the still warm air of the living room.

You open yourself up for him, let him fall on top of you on the couch. He’s heavy, a pleasant weight that’s sturdy, warm. He was always so warm, everything about him. From his smile and those dimples, to the chocolate of his eyes, those eyes which are so deep, so soulful.

It breaks your heart sometimes, all of this. The divorce.

You wondered how he was coping, this being the first Christmas without Henry and all. You wondered if he was coping at all, or if the party was a distraction, a means to have people in the house. The house was so empty these days.

Well, except for you.

“I really can’t stay.” You whisper once again, echoing the same sentiment from earlier, and not meaning it any one ounce more.

“Do you really still have doubts?” Charlie whispers back, and there it is, the act has dropped, and the real concern – that you really don’t want him, that you really don’t want this – has returned.

You chew the inside of your lip and cast a glance to the window, making sure the curtains are pulled nice and tight, making sure no one could see, no one could compromise this affair, this love that you shared. You card your fingers through his hair and sigh once more. You’re so content, you could live here like this, live in his embrace.

Maybe one day, one day when all this bullshit is over, you will.

“Oh baby, it’s cold outside.” You grin, and he knows he’s won then, knows it when you wind your arms around his neck, when you let your eyes close for him.

He smiles against you, smiles as he kisses you. The snow falls, the children sleep, the trains run. But in the living room, on his couch (and soon in his bed), it is safe and you are so in love that nothing matters – nothing matters because Charlie loves you back.

And really, is was cold outside.

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Tagging my Charlie lovin’ pals! @driverficarchive @adamsnackdriver @dreamboatdriver @kyloxfem @solotriplets @tinyplanet-explorers @candycanes19 @callmehopeless @kylo-renne xsister-serpent @girlyisthatweirdkid phoebewalker04 @stylelovechild @formerly-anonhamster @magikevalynn @ccorleones @whiskey-bumblebee @scheherazades-horcrux

#reader insert #charlie barber x reader #charlie barber #marriage story #adam driver #my writing #12DoO #12 days of oneshots

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commanderbensolo · 4 years

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New Series on Ao3

Alright, so I started a brand new series on my ao3 (commanderbensolo) which is full of oneshots. Currently I’ve uploaded one oneshot about Kylo Ren x Reader, but I will be doing more one shots about Flip Zimmerman, Charlie Barber, Paterson, Adam Sackler and Clyde Logan. If you have any requests don’t hesitate to submit a request :)

#kylo ren x reader #oneshots #read on ao3 #charlie barber #charlie barber x reader #kylo ren #adam sackler #adam sackler x reader #clyde logan #clyde logan x reader #paterson #paterson x reader

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mrs-gucci · 2 years

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follower milestone(s) clusterfuck event!

hello! I’ve missed some follower milestone celebrations through all the events and general mayhem, I’m coming up on another one pretty soon, and I have no life at the moment lol. so, I’m doing some stuff for y’all as a thank you :)

**this is a limited time offer, only open from SUNDAY 11/7 to WEDNESDAY 11/10. any submissions after that point will not be answered and will automatically be deleted.**

you’ve got three options to choose from! (you can do one, two, or all three if you’d like to)

#1: SHIPS!

send me a little informational blurb about yourself (core personality traits, anything else essential about you that could help me know you as a person) and I’ll ship you with the ADCU boy that I think would suit you best :)

directions for how to get a ship from mrs. g

head on over to my inbox and submit your informational blurb to me

wait for your response (and please be patient with me, as I anticipate that I’ll have quite a bit of inbox volume with this event!! thanks in advance for your understanding!)

#2: COME ASK YOUR FAVORITE ADCU BOYS A QUESTION OR CHAT WITH THEM!

any of the boys that I write for are here to answer any and all of your questions! it can be in reference to your favorite story (oneshot, blurb, etc), their hobbies, their *ahem* interests...whatever you’d like, really (within reason, of course)

I’m keeping it limited to the following list of boys, just to keep things a bit easier on myself. *please read through this list before submitting!!*

Maurizio Gucci, Clyde Logan, Charlie Barber, Flip Zimmerman, Kylo Ren, Jacques Le Gris, Adam Sackler, and Phillip Altman. (AU’s are fair game for all characters!)

guidelines for how to ask questions or chat with your favorite adcu boys

make sure you’re submitting to my inbox. any comment/reblog questions or attempts to chat will not be accepted.

specify which boy (and which AU, if applicable) you’re speaking to BEFORE asking your question. (ex: for dr. charlie -- [question])

please be patient!!!!! I anticipate that I’ll have quite a bit of inbox volume with this event! thanks in advance for your understanding :)

#3: GET A PLATONIC OR LOVE MINI-LETTER FROM YOUR FAVORITE ADCU BOY! (limit one per person, please, for my sake lol)

you can ask for a platonic or love mini-letter from your favorite adcu boy!

directions for how to get a mini-letter from your fav adcu boy

submit requests to my inbox. any non-inbox requests will automatically be ignored.

please specify pronouns and the name, nickname, or pet name you’d like to be called in the letter.

if you have any specific (and reasonable, please remember that the boys are gonna be busy lol) requests or things you’d like the boys to include in their letter, please add those into your ask as well and they’ll take them into consideration!

please be patient!!!!! I anticipate that I’ll have quite a bit of inbox volume with this event! thanks in advance for your understanding :)

**as is always true, I fully reserve the right to reject any requests that come into my inbox if they make me uncomfortable in any way, or if I simply run out of time to answer them. I really don’t enjoy deleting people’s requests, but I sometimes just don’t have time for all of them and I’m sorry about that.**

HEY!!! when you submit please specify WHICH EVENT YOU’RE REQUESTING FOR (option #1, #2, or #3), preferably towards or at the very beginning of your request!! it makes my job much, much easier! thank you :)

thanks for sticking with me and for all your support, y’all <3 <3

tagging some friends to spread the word, and also because I’m an attention whore: @babbushka @safarigirlsp @icarusinthesea @bksrcool @spookyyslutt @clydesfavoritegirl @mrs-zimmerman @thepalaceofmelanie @durangoninetyfive @eagerforhoney @trubluepensfan @beachwoodmonet @gotham-city-uber-driver

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safarigirlsp · 4 years

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✨Masterlist✨

Writing requests are currently closed. However, thoughts and ideas are always welcome! Please send your ideas my way and if something sparks with me, I’ll write a oneshot with it! Please read below the cut for information on characters I’ll write and themes I will not write.

Special attention given to AU concepts, Adventure, Action, Winter, Autumn, Fall, Spooky, Horror, and Halloween related requests.

My masterlist is also below the cut.

Go wild!

Side blogs @its-knight-time @when-witches-go-riding @lady-legris

AO3

18+ ONLY

I would like to thank everyone who has encouraged me to write things for them and to those who have shared the things I have written. I honestly have no idea why people have requested things from me, but I’m very thankful and flattered that you have. Please review the following information regarding requests and content.

In most cases, I am personally only interested in ideas that I can turn into actual stories as opposed to single scenes or vignettes.

I write for the following characters:

- Jacques Le Gris

- Commander Nicholas Mills

- Flip Zimmerman

- Kylo Ren - AU’s Only

- Clyde Logan - by Special Request Only

- Henry McHenry - by Special Request Only

- Pale - by Special Request Only

- Charlie Barber - by Special Request Only

- AU requests welcome and encouraged

- Dark!Fic requests welcome and encouraged

- All of my RC’s and OC’s are female.

- In my stories I routinely kill and torment the other characters from the universes of the men I write for. Specifically including Margueritte, Rey, etc. If this bothers you, steer clear of my stories. Everything I write is buyer beware for murder and mayhem.

- ALL of my stories are intended only for a mature 18+ audience. Minors and sensitive readers, stay away. You have no business here.

- A note on graphics/headers/moodboards. Although I try very hard to make RC’s as physically vague as possible, I make moodboards and headers for myself. I hope that everyone is able to picture themselves as my RC’s, and like everyone, I too do the same and picture myself when I read and write. I understand if this makes a story unappealing to some readers, and if this is the case, please pass on my stories. I make graphics exclusively for myself and to please myself. Images of women in graphics are not representative of how an RC is described or portrayed in my stories.

Below are some things that I shall not write. I will preface this by saying that I am quite impossible to offend, and I will happily discuss any ideas or concepts with you. I also enjoy reading some content with the following themes from some of my favorite writers, and it is not uncommon that other writers’ content that involves these themes will appear on my blog. However, writing requires an investment of time, so I will not be writing my own content on these themes because they are less appealing to me personally.

The following topics, themes, and kinks are those for which I will not be accepting requests:

- Cheating/Infidelity

- Breakups

- Heavy Degradation

- Daddy Kink

- Underage Content and/or ‘Young Love’ Content and/or AU’s

- Kid Fics

- Threesomes

- Pegging and/or Anal Play of any kind

- Overly Submissive/Subby male characters (Please note, this is VERY different from a dominant woman taking charge and/or a man loving a powerful woman and pleasing her the way she wants. I am very very into that dynamic!)

- Anything involving kids, minors, or animals.

- Sad and/or Downer Endings (Angst is perfectly fine and something I enjoy, but expect a happy ending or at least some closure)

- Main Character Death

- Character Ships of any kind. I do not ship any character with any other character in any fandom at any time.

If anyone wishes to message me or discuss anything with me, please always feel free.

As stated above, I LOVE anything and everything related to Adventure, Action, Autumn, Horror, Halloween and all related themes.

My Masterlist:

Jacques Le Gris:

Wargrave Hall - Victorian Jacques Le Gris x OC Eleanor

A Lady Worth Fighting For - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Witchcraft on Your Lips - Modern Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Sinners Welcome - Exorcist Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

Live Deliciously - Salem Jacques Le Gris x Witch Reader

Here There Be Monsters - Pirate Captain Jacques Le Gris x Reader

A Comedy of Eros - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

A Lecture on Love - Adventurer Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Satan Wears Burberry - Fashion Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Encore - Adventurer Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Extraction - Major Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

Drink of Me - Vampire Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

Make A Wish - Vampire Jacques Le Gris x Vampire Hunter Reader

A Fox in the Henhouse - Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

A Sharpened Wit - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

The Hunt - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Lover - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Joyeux Noel - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Mistletoe - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Where There’s Smoke, There’s Fire - Hogwarts Jacques Le Gris x OC

Dashing through the Snow - Hogwarts Jacques Le Gris x OC

I Put A Spell On You - Hogwarts Jacques Le Gris x OC

The Black Forest - Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Belle Avocate - Vampire Jacques x Lawyer Reader

General HC’s

Romantic HC’s

Random HCs

Zodiac Signs

Commander Nicholas Mills:

Maneater - Commander Mills x Lawyer Reader (Jurassic Park AU)

Level Ten - Commander Mills x Reader

Dynamite - Stuntman Mills x Reader, Gunfighter Flip x Reader

The First Christmas on Earth - Commander Mills x Reader

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100 Doves

well here's another one of my Paterson one-shots

This is one of the strongest and most personal things I have written so far, I suffer from panic attacks, anxiety attacks and am on medication, so this was based on a day in my life.

And I was alone that day and I felt very bad, and writing this helped me a lot, I hope you like it! ✨❤️

cw// anxiety, panic attacks, medications, depression, attempted self-harm, mental illnesses

Words: 2248

the song that the characters play is 100 Doves by Lady Gaga, in its piano demo version: here is the link✨

youtube

I changed the lyrics of the song a bit so it made more sense in the story, but you should listen to the song!

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-You were sitting on the floor in the living room, you refused to get up, you no longer felt yourself. Sometimes you wondered when you fell into this deep hole.

Medicines, therapies sometimes worked.

But not today.

Today was a breaking point, it was your second day on your new medication for your panic and anxiety attacks. Your psychiatrist had told you the side effects you would have, but you never thought they would be so strong.

You didn't feel your hands, the tics were much stronger, your emotions were running high, you were hyperactive, you wanted to pull your hair out, that feeling was horrible.

There was no one in the room, he and Marvin had gone out for their walk as they did every night. In the same way you did not want to worry him. Much he had done for you, he had not left you at any time, he was always by your side.

But just when he was gone, you were having one of the worst panic attacks of your entire life.

How much you wish he was here, you know it won't be long until he comes back, but you needed him right now.

How much you hate that he doesn't have a damn cell phone.

But another part of you tells you "you can with this alone, you are already a burden for him" you covered your ears with your hands thinking that that voice would go away "get out of there, he no longer wants you in that house, he already got tired of your stupid panic attacks, he got tired of you. Do you think he goes out every day to walk Marvin just because he likes to go out? No, he goes out to get away from you, he doesn't want you there. "

"Shut up!" You screamed, but the voice in your head kept telling you the same thing, your hands kept on your ears pressing them harder and harder “He does love me! he has stayed with me all this time because he cares about me! " you screamed again, your voice echoing through the living room walls, everything getting darker and darker.

“Keep believing that” that voice said mockingly “he feels sorry for you, that's why he's still there, just for that. You have nothing good to offer him, realize one damn time " you started to sob and your breathing began to fail " you are worth nothing, you are not going to achieve anything in this life, you are a failure "

“I am a complete failure, I do not deserve anything , I don't deserve him… ” you said several times whispering and sobbing, with your legs hugging your chest.

You didn't hear the sound of keys coming through the lock on the front door of the house, or Marvin's little claws scratching the door, or his footsteps.

"Pumpkin, I'm home!" Paterson's voice was distant "My love? are you here?" His voice was worried when he didn't hear you answer.

Walking into the living room, Paterson stepped on something, it was your notebook, he had never opened it, he knew it was one of your most precious possessions and it was extremely private, but this time he did not care, if you had left it lying on the floor without any care was because you were very bad.

He opened the last page, and read it. His eyes were closed tightly, he knew he shouldn't leave you alone on the second day of your medication, and less when the day before had been very hard for you.

"Honey, please answer" he said softly looking around the room "Pumpkin I'm here, nothing is going to happen to you, I'm going to take care of you" he started looking for you. Since the two of you had moved into a bigger house after Paterson had been given a better position at work a few months ago you were getting used to the big new house, which had many places to hide, that he didn't like it "My love, I can't help you if I can't find you" he said again softly.

You kept sobbing, you had hidden behind the sofa. Your hands were on your ears, the voices in your head did not let you think clearly. Paterson kept looking for you, around the house without being able to find you.

"Marvin come here!" He called to the dog, his little claws rattled against the wooden floor, he positioned himself at Paterson's feet "Go and find mommy, okay?" He bent down and gave the little dog instructions "And when you find her bark and stay with her, yes boy?" The dog, as if it had understood everything, barked and walked towards the living room.

Marvin started sniffing around the room looking for you, the little dog passed behind the living room sofa and found you. Marvin barked and sat at your feet.

"Did you find her boy?" Paterson's voice came from the bedrooms, Marvin barked again. His footsteps could be heard against the wooden floor, he was walking fast, almost jogging "good boy Marvin, you found mommy " he caressed her ear with affection

He saw you, crouched on the floor with your hands covering your ears, sobbing and shaking, totally weak and exposed.

You hadn't realized anything, you didn't know that Marvin and Paterson were in front of you, you could only hear the voices in your head saying how unsuccessful and useless you were and the beating of your heart going a million kilometers per hour.

The feeling of emptiness in your heart was horrible, you didn't know if it was the lack of your medication, since you refused to take your pills, you didn't even take half your dose.

You refused to feel like a damn robot.

"Pumpkin?" Paterson's voice was distant, he crouched down, he was not near you, he was a meter or so away.

"Shut up, shut up please" you whispered between sobs "I'm worth nothing, I know, but shut the fuck up please"you pulled your hair an then you started screaming and crying.

At that moment Paterson did not wait another second, he ran and hugged you and held you in his arms. You kept screaming

"I DON'T DESERVE TO BE HERE, I DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING!" You wanted to scratch your face, your panic had taken over your rational part.

"Love, it's me, please calm down" Paterson spoke to you softly, you struggled to be able to touch your face, Paterson did not allow it, he took, with one of his hands, with a little force your wrists so that you could not hurt yourself , and with his other arm he had you hugged against his chest. "Pumpkin I'm here, nothing is going to happen to you. I'll take care of you" at that point he began to give you delicate kisses on your head and on your shoulders. "Everything those voices tell you are lies Angel, you are important, you are valuable, you are incredible, you are brave, you are talented, you are worth a lot to me, and you deserve a lot" she kept whispering to you sweetly "I remember the first time I saw you, you were at Doc's bar, you were playing the piano, it was an Aretha Franklin song "A chance is gonna come" Do you remember Pumpkin?” You didn't answer, you were slowly coming to your senses, Paterson kept talking "I remember it very well, you were very beautiful that day, I couldn't take my eyes off you, but what hypnotized me about you was when you closed your eyes and started to play, as if you were alone in that room, nothing shone more than you" he began to caress your hands with affection, your hands were not tense and you could hear his voice much more clearly "From that day i fell in love with you completely" He laughed sweetly.

"Pat? ..." You came to yourself, and you realized that he had returned and you were in his arms.

And it felt like you were at home.

"Here I am my sweet Pumpkin" he said taking your hands and giving them a kiss "and I'm never going to go"

"Oh my god Pat" you turned around and hugged him tightly "God, Pat, forgive me, I didn't want you to see me like that" He caressed your cheek with his big hands.

"My love, I am here for you, and I always will be" he pressed his forehead against yours, it was something you were doing. Joining your foreheads was something more intimate than a kiss, something more meaningful than an "I love you" was special between you.

"I found your notebook on the floor love" he said after a while of sitting behind the sofa "And I read the last thing you wrote Pumpkin"

You got tense immediately, you didn't want Paterson to read your songs, especially not that last one.

“it was a moment of weakness love, just, forget it, okay? " You laid your head on his chest.

"No love, I will not forget it , because you are going to play what you wrote right now" you raised your head "you have to do it darling, I know it, i will help you"

"Pat, I think it is not a good idea" you said uncomfortable "also, the song is not even finished" he kissed your forehead with a smile.

"We'll see that later my love, now, up" he said getting up and extending his hand to you "come on Pumpkin, I didn't give you that beautiful piano so you can't play anything right?" He told you with a smile.

You agreed, you couldn't do anything anymore, when Paterson put an idea into his head it was impossible to get it out of him until he fulfilled it.

The two of you walked hand in hand to the large brown grand piano in the other room.

you two sat in front of the piano.

"Come on Pumpkin, play that last thing you wrote for me"

In that you took a deep breath, you always played for Paterson, he loved to see you play the piano, but this time it was different, it was a very personal song, you didn't even want Paterson to listen to it. You exhaled and put your hands on the keys and started playing.

I need you to listen to me, please believe me

I'm completely lonely, please don't judge me

When my tears are falling, you'll catch them as they fall?

I need you to listen to me, please don't leave me

I'm not perfect yet, but I'll keep trying

When my tears are falling, you'll catch them as they fall?

'Cause inside, we are really made the same

in life, waiting's just a stupid game.

You took another deep breath, felt Paterson kiss your bare shoulder, you kept singing.

Lift me up, give me a start

'Cause I've been flying with some broken arms

Lift me up, just a small nudge

And I'll be flying like a thousand doves

Flying like a thousand, flying like two thousand

Flying like ten thousand doves

Flying like a thousand, flying like two thousand

Flying like ten thousand doves

That's what you had written so far, you were going to stop playing but other piano keys were being played by Paterson.

He was writing on the fly what followed the song, his point of view.

I'd do anything if you would just believe me

I am human, invisibly bleeding

When your smile is shaking, I'll catch you as you fall

If I had a painter's mind, then I would paint it

Or a sculptor's hands, then I would shape it

But instead, I guess I'll sing it in this song

His hands looked beautiful on the piano keys, and his thick voice was melodious, you were completely hypnotized by the man next to you, you loved him so much.

I cry more than I ever sang

Each time, your love seems to save the day

i'll lift you up, i'll give you a start

'Cause you've been flying with some broken arms

i'll lift you up, just a small nudge

And you'll be flying like a thousand doves

He stared at you "Come on Pumpkin, finish the song with me" You were still processing what just happened, but you nodded and the two of you started to play and sing.

Flying like a thousand, flying like two thousand

Flying like ten thousand doves

Flying like a thousand, flying like two thousand

Flying like ten thousand doves.

The last key sounded and left an echo in the room, you were about to cry.

You really still didn't understand how a man as good as him had come into your life.

"I'm very proud of you Pumpkin" I kiss your cheek sweetly. "Little by little you are moving forward"

"Pat, were you really serious with everything you said?" you stared at him, small tears accumulated in your eyes

"Of course i did" he hugged you "That day I promised you that I would never leave you, no matter what, I will always be there for you" you started to cry "Soon my love, you will be fine, one day at a time " He separated you from his chest and put you foreheads together again "And when that day comes I will be holding your hand and I will tell you "we made it my sweet Pumpkin"

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I hope you like it❤️✨

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