#charlie barber x sub!reader

[yonniebonnie]

Okay I might actually start writing now, but I think I’ll start off with head cannons for right now because I’m not 100% confident in my writing skills. I know I’m not absolute shit when it comes to writing, but I have noticed that I tend to repeat certain words so I’ll have to work on that 😭

Characters that I might write for:

Peter Maximoff (obviously)

Maybe other characters from the X-men series

Tate Langdon

Luke Cooper (there’s not a lot of fics for him and I’d like to change that 😏)

Jennifer Check

Stu Macher

Charlie Walker

Mickey Altieri

Ethan Landry

Amber Freeman

Jill Roberts

Literally any Ghostface other than Richie, Nancy Loomis, and detective Bailey💀

Also open to writing for other scream characters like Tatum, Dewey, or Sam

Peter Parker (whichever one)

Conner DBH

The Maze Runner characters

Every Wednesday character except for Xavier (sorry, don’t feel comfortable writing for Percy Hynes White 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Stanley Barber (y’all still remember IANOWT?)

And that’s basically it for right now. Also Peter, Tate, and Luke are the only Evan Peters characters I’ll be writing for just for right now because I haven’t finished the other seasons of American Horror Story yet, but maybe in the future I’d probably be interested in writing for characters like Kit Walker or Kyle Spencer. There’s other characters that I wouldn’t mind trying to write for that I haven’t mentioned, but just ask and I’ll give you an answer.

I can write:

Any gendered readers: female readers, gender neutral readers, and male reader

Nsfw: don’t be afraid to request suggestive stuff. I don’t mind writing kinky stuff, but not too kinky like the piss kink or daddy kink bc it personally makes me uncomfortable (however, I’ll allow mommy kinks).

Kinks: Needed a section to put what kinks I allow. I will write for breeding kinks, breath play, bondage, pain kink, knife play, blood kink, dom/sub, degradation, BDSM; whatever, just ask.

Sfw: I’ll write fluff, hurt comfort, angst, any tropes, just whatever. I’m fine with platonic fics.

Semi Dark fics: I like Scream and American Horror Story, so you know there’s going to be some dark fics. I don’t mind prompts where the characters are possessive or obsessive (but not abusive). I also don’t mind writing for Yandere characters.

Poc reader inserts: I’m black, so I’d love writing stuff for black readers as well.

Fandoms: X-men, Wednesday, Scream, Spiderman verse, The Maze Runner series, Detroit Become Human, The Umbrella Academy (that’s it for rn)

I won’t write:

Celebrities/Real People: As much as I find their character’s attractive, I don’t feel comfortable writing for the actor/actress themself. I don’t know them personally, so I don’t feel any interest in writing anything for them.

Guy x male reader smut: it’s not bc of homophobia, it’s simply just because I don’t feel comfortable writing gay smut. As a woman, I just don’t want to make people think I’m sexualizing gay men. The most I’ll do is write suggestive stuff, but I won’t write full on smut.

OC inserts: I strictly write for reader inserts. I won’t be writing anything specifically for one reader.

Shipping: I don’t write for character x character. Nothing against them, I just only have an interest for reader inserts.

Smut for teenage characters: I’m 18, so I will not be writing smut for characters under 18, especially if they are portrayed by literal teenagers. However, for characters like on Wednesday where the characters are portrayed by adults in their 20s and even 30s, if you want smut for them it should be fine as long as they’re aged up to be 18.

These: non-con, step-cest/incest, r4pe themes, drugging, somnophilia, age regression, ddlg, piss kink (squirting’s fine), huge age gaps, race play, pedophilia, etc. Once again, if you’re not sure what kinks I’ll write for, feel free to ask

Traumatic stuff: I will not write things like abuse victim, rape victim, or self harm victim prompts. I will write angst, but I won’t write anything too depressing. I came here for a good time, let me be happy and delusional in peace 😪

Songfics: So random, but I hate when fics have lyrics within them. They confuse me too much and I also find them kind of cringey. I absolutely despise songfics, I’m so sorry babes 😭

#what i will write #what I won’t write #fic stuff #x reader #reader insert #requests #fanfics #fic writing #peter maximoff #tate langdon #evan peters #stu macher #mickey altieri #amber freeman #charlie walker #jill roberts #ghostface #jennifer check #peter parker #xmen #scream #spider verse #tua #the umbrella academy #detroit become human #american horror story #wednesday #ianowt #jennifer’s body #the maze runner

[roanniom]

Charlie giving you some luxury lingerie and a perfect designer trench coat to wear over it (and nothing else) for your Valentine’s Day dinner. Then seeing where the evening takes you 🔥

Thank you, Issa! You’re such a treasure!

Hello lovely anon. I hope this is everything you’re looking for <3

Freezing

Charlie Barber x Reader

Word Count: 2,773

Warnings: NSFW, Dirty, dirty, DIRTY talk, light dom/sub, lingerie kink, size kink, guided masturbation, fingering, mirror sex, implied temperature play

The little bistro Charlie got reservations for on Valentine’s day is just down the street from your apartment, but the brevity of the walk doesn’t keep you from feeling chilled down to your bones by the time you step in the door. The hostess attempts to help you but over her shoulder you can’t help noticing Charlie. He sits tall above the rest of the clientele – your beautiful giant as he notices you and stands to his full height to beckon you over, a broad smile on his face. He had felt guilty about having rehearsal on Valentine’s afternoon, but you’d insisted you’d simply meet him at the restaurant the second he got out to save time. You step past the hostess and into the dining room proper where he pulls you in for a slow kiss. It’s light, not intended to be too obscene for such a public setting, but the way he bends down into you makes you feel the same as when he towers over you, naked and barreling you toward pleasure.

It’s with that heat in your veins that you allow him to help you into your seat. You take him in as he sits as well, beside you rather than across from you. The way you’d always made fun of other couples for sitting. But that had been before you met Charlie Barber. Before you learned how much more delicious a bite of steak or a sip of wine could taste with his hand on your thigh.

You brace now for the way his hand will weigh you down, will massage your flesh and send tingles down your spine. You have to cross your legs quickly as he asks about your day and other basic pleasantries, unsure about whether your accelerated state of arousal is due to your current ensemble or merely due to Charlie’s intoxicating presence. Under your luxurious new trench coat, unbeknownst to the dining couples that surround you both, you are wearing a lacy lingerie set that has you trussed up and ready for Charlie to unwrap, hopefully sooner rather than later.

When Charlie’s hand finally drops down to your thigh you shudder, but Charlie’s eyebrows shoot up in alarm.

“You’re an icicle, sweetheart,” he says under his breath.

“I’m perfectly fine, darling,” you begin to insist, even as you hear your own teeth chattering. Disregarding your words Charlie is already shrugging out of his blazer and placing it in your lap. He moves his hand back under the fabric to find your thigh again, massaging warmth into your muscle discreetly beneath the table.

“I thought we agreed you would wear those wool tights. You would have been a bit warmer at least.” His tone is slightly stern but you see worry behind his eyes.

“These stockings were sexier,” you say with a dismissive shrug, taking a sip from the glass of your favorite wine which Charlie had taken the liberty to order in advance of your arrival. Yes. More delicious with his hands on you, as always.

“There’s nothing sexy about freezing, sweetheart,” Charlie replies, though he chuckles at your enthusiasm as he lifts his own glass to his lips.

“You’re forgetting that time with the ice cubes,” you say, exactly at the moment when he takes a sip. Charlie almost chokes on the liquid before looking down at you with a look that tells you you’ll be punished for this later.

You couldn’t be more excited.

~*~

Two hours later you’re on your knees in the center of the bed, the trench coat discarded at the door and your lingerie perfectly adjusted to accentuate all of Charlie’s favorite parts. He had asked you to get yourself set up for him nice and pretty while he got something and you’re practically vibrating with curiosity over what he could possibly have in store. You’re facing away from the door, per his instructions, so you cannot see him when you hear his footsteps approach. The sound of something being propped up against the wall also catches your attention, but everything else drops from your senses when you hear Charlie’s voice.

“Oh sweetheart. This ass is a gift in itself.”

You feel the mattress dip as he joins behind you. Large hands slide down from your shoulders to your sides to the swell of your ass, posed pertly over your heels in order to show it at its best angle.

“I was thinking of this ass all day, did you know that?”

“No, Charlie,” you say, drawing in a sharp inhale when his hand pushes the small of your back, pitching you forward onto your palms.

“You sure about that, kitten?” he asks, large palms squeezing big handfuls of your cheeks. He pushes you farther forward and you feel the slide of his boxers as well as his skin against the back of your thighs. It registers in your mind that he’s down to only his underwear as well and it excites you further.

“You thought about me all day?” you ask innocently. Provoking him.

“My little tease. You know exactly what you do to me.” As if to punctuate his point Charlie grinds his hard, clothed cock into your ass, pinching you as you whine. “Sending me those pictures while you got ready. Knowing I’d have to keep working with my actors and pretend like my cock wasn’t hard as a rock just from a flash of tits.”

In truth you knew exactly what you did to him. You’d gotten exactly what you’d wanted earlier in the day when you carefully documented the process of strapping yourself into your bra and panties set. You’d also taken a break to touch yourself a little on video, just as an added bonus. It had served the dual purpose of riling you up – you stopped before you came – and riling up Charlie.

You laugh in response to Charlie’s accusatory words, the sound ending in a gasp when he bites down on the soft skin of your neck.

“I might have known what I was doing,” you concede a bit. Charlie’s words are quick to follow in your ear.

“Know what else? I think you get off on how hot you are yourself. You’re sexy and it turns you on.” He yanks you back up then so that you’re on your knees, back pulled flush against his chest. One of his hands holds gently but firmly at your throat while the other gropes languidly at your chest, moving from breast to breast.

“I…I…”

“Oh sweetheart, getting shy on me?”

Suddenly Charlie is whirling you around to the opposite side of the bed. He sits on the edge, feet planted firmly on the ground, and hauls you onto his lap so you straddle his legs, your back still pressed to his chest. When your eyes focus in this new position you find that you are staring directly at a reflection of yourself. A brand new floor length mirror sits propped against the wall next to your bed. It is much larger and grander than the simple narrow one that already hung in the corner of the room by the door.

Your eyes immediately shoot to Charlie, whose frame seems to engulf you despite the fact that he is behind you. His hands grip at your inner thighs to widen your legs slowly, but you still watch him. The way his gaze can’t seem to find a resting place between your heaving breasts and your pussy lips which are now slightly visible around the edges of your thong with your legs spread this wide.

“Don’t look at me. Look at yourself.” His deep voice is commanding and it snaps you out of your reverie. Your eyes dart to your own image quickly, wanting to please him with your prompt obedience, but they widen when you truly take in your reflection.

Your curves are on full display, spread out and sprawled out all over Charlie as you are. Your breasts practically spill from the cups of your bra, straining against the strappy accents that can barely cage them in. Your pussy is a lace wrapped present with a dark splotch forming where your arousal pools unchecked. Your chest rises and falls wantonly as your heart rate accelerates. You are hot.

Charlie’s massive hand comes up and begins to knead one of your breasts through your bra and the size difference makes your pelvis jerk unbidden. He fingers the outer hem of one of the cups. When your hips gyrate again he laughs.

“Like what you see, kitten?”

“Yeah I do,” you say, reaching up to caress the side of his jaw. His hand encircles your wrist swiftly and pulls your touch away.

“We’re talking about you kitten,” he corrects, directing your hand down the line of your sternum. “This,” he adds, dragging your hand over the lace of your bra. “These.” He pulls your other hand up to similarly join the fun, closing his hands over both of yours so you squeeze your own breasts with his aid.

“Oh,” falls from your lips on an exhale. Your eyes roll back a bit, lids fluttering from the way his groping – your groping – continues, but soon Charlie tsks from behind you.

“Ah ah ah, sweetheart. Eyes stay open.”

You oblige him reluctantly, in time to watch him drag one of your hands away from your chest, down the plane of your stomach and to the apex of your thighs. He weaves his fingers between yours but doesn’t curve them in. Instead he keeps them spread wide so that your open, stacked hands smooth over the slope of your covered mound.

“You’re going to see what I see. Feel what I feel.” Charlie is curled around you, gripping you and helping you grip yourself and though little has happened yet your senses are already overwhelmed, already full of him though you are not yet full of him.

“Charlie,” you moan his name, though you’re not sure what you’re asking for. He’s not paying attention, however. Not now as he guides your hand to slide behind the strip of fabric that obscures your pussy from view. He pushes your fingers between your slick folds and the dull press of both his and your appendages causes you to gyrate against your hands.

“I love seeing you all dolled up for me, but do you know what actually gets me hard?” he asks, and it’s absurd if he expects you to answer as he urges your finger to nudge your clit just right of center, back and forth, back and forth with the lightest pressure. Luckily he continues without your response. “The fact that you love getting dolled up for me. The fact that just pouring yourself into these things gets you wet and ready to take me.”

“Fuck,” is all you manage in response.

“I rewatched that video you sent me five times on my way to the restaurant. In the subway, where anyone could have seen,” he continues. “Nobody did see, but it took all the self-control I possess not to just get myself off right there and then like some dirty man.”

You watch yourself lick your lips and swallow. He watches, too, with amusement.

“My kitten likes her man dirty though, isn’t that right? You like being able to send me a video at work of your fingers in your pussy and knowing you’ve gotten me harder than some lovestruck teenager who can barely keep it in his pants. Hmm?”

You know he expects a response this time so you muster all of your wherewithal.

“Yes. I love it.”

“That’s what I thought,” he coos. His hand squeezes down harder around your hand and your breast before dragging it over to cup the other one. “I told you how much I love your ass but have I talked about these tits yet?”

“Mmmm no, Charlie, not yet.”

“These are the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen. They fit perfectly in my hands, though they’re beautiful handful for yours.” His hand falls away for a second to admire the way your smaller hand struggles to encompass the pillow of flesh, admiring the fact that you continue his ministrations in his absence. He returns his hand and carries on. “At work I zone out thinking of all the ways I want to ruin your pretty lingerie. I want to suck on these tits through the fabric. I want to fuck you right here,” he says, dragging your hand to run down the valley between your breasts before swiping it over the upper swell of both. “I want to cum all over these.”

As he has been saying these absolutely filthy things, you’ve been slowly falling apart. And not just from his words. He had pushed two of your fingers up into your tight entrance and encouraged a swift in and out motion in your wrist. In the meantime, his own index finger has gotten to work pleasuring your clit with tight, focused circles.

You don’t know what to look at any more as you feel yourself rocket towards the edge alarmingly quick. Your heavy-lidded eyes slide from the way your breasts bulge as he delves your hand inside the cups of your bra to the way your combined hands stretch the fabric of your panties obscenely, your slick causing the material to darken through and through.

As for Charlie, his eyes are on yours as your view settles on your pumping hands down below. He continues watching as he presses open mouthed kisses and nips to the side of your neck, teeth scraping against your earlobe in a way that makes your hips buck harshly.  

“But you know that at the end of the day, your pussy calls me home.” His voice is even darker than before as it vibrates into your skin, mixing with the squelching sounds of your slick pussy as both of your hands work inside it. “How wet you get just from the thought of how well I’ll fuck you. The promise of how good I’ll feel in this tight, greedy little hole. And look, it doesn’t matter – my fingers, my cock. Your pussy craves being filled and I’m only too happy to satisfy that craving, kitten.”

You’re wound so tight at this point, grinding down shamelessly against your joined hands, whimpers spilling from your lips. You just want to cumcumcum but you’re also aware it’s too soon. Too quick, too early. Your eyes dart to his feverishly, going against his orders in a desperate attempt to check in on his pleasure. He gives so well but you want to give, too. A moan rips from your throat then, however, and you’re not sure you’re capable of giving much at this point. Not with the spasms already beginning to ripple deep inside. Charlie seems to be reading you like a book.

“You need to cum, sweetheart?” His words are softer than his previous ones, accompanied by a soft kiss to your cheek that directly contrasts the way one hand rolls your nipple roughly and the other picks up speed on your clit.

“Mhmmmm,” is all you can manage.

“Then cum for me, kitten. We have all night. Cum for me now – you’ve got a lot more on the way.”

With his permission you fall off the cliff, all of your muscles clenching, inside an out. He works you through it steadily, the hand on your breast moving up to pull your jaw so that your face is turned back to him. No longer gazing at his reflection but at the real thing. Charlie holds you through the spasms, your lips close enough for him to drink in your heaving breaths as you gulp for air.

When you finally fall limp in his arms, a trembling bliss spreading through your body, Charlie presses a kiss to your lips before laying you out on the bed and moving away. In his momentary absence you close your eyes and breathe deeply, feeling a heavy satiation settle in your limbs. That is until a sharp, cold sensation erupts on your sternum. Your eyes shoot open and you move to sit up but a hand on your chest keeps you pressed into the mattress.

Charlie sits next to you on the edge of the bed, an ice bucket with champagne that you hadn’t noticed before set up on the nightstand. He is gliding a sweating ice cube up and down your skin with a broad smile on his face. He leans down and licks the long line of water that accumulates on your flesh.

“You’re right. Sometimes freezing is sexy.”

~*~

Tagging some lovely friends (please let me know if you would like to be tagged or untagged in the future!): @noocturnalchild @thedivinemissn @insufferablelust @historyandfandoms50 @lostinthedrive @thewilddingleberries @edencherries @mariesackler @safarigirlsp @direnightshade @sacklerscumrag @paper-n-ashes @clydesfavoritegirl @wayward-rose @hopeamarsu @thegreenmatt @barbers-glimmerin-darlin @finn-ray-nal-beads @fizzywoohoo @maybe-your-left @aliveandlonely @han-not-solo @morby @mrs-zimmerman @maryforyou @aloneandsleepless @jynzandtonic @renmaulxo @millenialcatlady @leather-flannel-liquor @soggywhore @foxilayde @mylifeisactuallyamess

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[callmehopeless]

hey! glad to see you back. if it's alright with you, may I request some sub!charlie goodness?

SURE CAN

(I love sub!Charlie because how can anyone not love sub!Charlie)

Have some HCs for this wonderful guy

Charlie definitely acts like he’s able to shoulder the world on his own, which can be a good thing, on occasion. That being said - he needs more love and intimacy than almost anyone you’ve ever known, and you’re more than happy to give it to him

Soft kisses all over his cheekbones when he gets home from a long day at work - snaking all the way down to his neck, nibling at the soft skin there until you form little bruises to his collarbone

Spoon feeding him yogurt in the mornings when he insists he’s too busy to eat. He opens his mouth like a baby chick while you’re eating your strawberry yoghurt and waiting for the coffee to be done, and you’ll happily oblige him by giving him several scoops. You always insist he eat his own, but nope; he’s “too busy” for that

Sucking his cock in the shower as he tries to wash his hair: fisting at his locks as he tells you how much he loves you, how much he needs you - lets the water wash over you both as you greedily drink down his cum

Fucking him hard in front of a mirror; twisting his face to watch how he squirms and comes undone beneath you. Hard muscle reduced to a trembling mess as he keens, toes curling and nails digging into your back

Notes left in his jeans pockets in the mornings. Little reminders, new poems you’ve found. Just his name, sometimes, written with care to show you’re thinking of him

Meeting him at work for lunch some rare days, and taking him backstage just to make out with him. Pushing him up against a wardrobe rack and fisting his shirt, nipping his collarbone as he pants in steady breaths - cock hard in his jeans as he ruts against your thigh, whispering your name into your hair

#charlie barber #charlie barber x reader #marriage story #adam driver #thirsty thursday #sub!charlie #cmhwrites #Anonymous

[ladyinwriting18]

Title: A Pre-Dinner Snack

Fandom: Charlie Barber x Reader [One Shot] Takes place after movie/divorce

Premise: With the overwhelming stress of your job, you really need help to unwind. That’s where your boyfriend Charlie Barber comes in. {fluffy smut, oral sex and caring Daddy dom}

Content Warning: Established D/S dynamic, Daddy kink, Light Spanking, Fingering (F receiving), Oral sex (F receiving)

Ao3

Wattpad

#charlie barber #marriage story #charlie barber x reader #charlie barber x you #cw daddy kink #dom/sub

[driversmutbucket]

hi there! if you're taking requests (if not, apologies), could you possibly do a thot with sub!charlie?

Always am, it’s just wether it take me 3 days or 3 months to reply 😅

Unf sub!Charlie. Yesssss ma’am I like it.

Some thots.

- Your inner mistress pays Charlie a visit once in a while. Always when Henry is away. The fun can last hours.

- Charlie is a switch. Sometimes he just needs to be dominated. Teased mercilessly, bound, gagged and blindfolded.

- The blindfold is the most torturous for him. He is a visual man. He loves watching you. Your face, your body. He has to earn his sight back.

- You love surprising him after work, in your strappy leather outfit, waiting for him. Sky high heeled boots that still don’t bring you up to his height.

- It is thrilling to watch him stop in his tracks, frozen, waiting for you to waltz over to him, like a good boy.

- He knows if he touches you he will be punished, but sometimes he can’t help himself, his large hand brushing your exposed butt cheek. You suspect he does it on purpose.

- You purr sinful words in his ear, he tries not to squirm as you straddle his lap, his erection desperately needing to be released from his trousers.

Shall I write a one shot for this orrrrr 😈😈😈

#charlie barber headcanons #charlie barber smut #filth and smut #charlie x reader #imbackonmybullshit #happy 2021 #sub!charlie

[callmehopeless]

literally open to hearing any sub!charlie thoughts you have have at all times

Me: breathes

The people: HEARDYOUTHINKINGBOUTSUBCHARLIE

You're right and you should say it

I've written a thousand of these, but I'll write a thousand more

Because just imagine Charlie - tied up to the doorframe, ropes on his hands as his head hits against it with a sharp sound. The way he'd lick his lips as you unbutton his shirt; the way his eyes would widen as you'd free his cock from his jeans, springing free and throbbing with want. The way he'd struggle against the binds, blood pounding in his veins and jaw working at his tongue. The way he'd lean closer when you'd run your hands over the muscles of his chest, pushing back the fabric to admire the taut rivers of gorgeous work he's put into himself

How he'd try to stifle a gasp when you take him in your hand; soft at first, just testing the shaft as your other hand cups at his balls. He'd bite down on it, try to find presence in it. Try to breathe through his nose, even as you kiss at his collarbone and he tries, limply, to capture your lips in his

How the walls would rattle when you mounted him against the frame: the way his hotel room would shake, plants falling from the shelves when you bit down on his lip and promised him, in the way your hands lingered by tugging the fabric of his nearly torn-off shirt - that you'd be back again, somehow. To claim him all over again

But Charlie would have to be fine with these stolen pieces, for now. And maybe that'd be half the fun, in the end

All things have to come to a final act; that much he knows. Curtains draw as you undo the ropes on his wrists, and even though he's mad to kiss you endlessly - he saves it

In the hope you'll come back, and add an encore to a scattered promise

#charlie barber #charlie barber x reader #marriage story #adam driver #adcu #im TAGGING IT #cmhwrites #sub!charlie

[weareallstoriesintheend]

WEAREALLSTORIESINTHEEND - ADCU MASTERLIST

Any fics labelled with a 🔥 are smut/NSFW.

You can also read all of the below fics on AO3

ADCU ONE SHOTS

Adam Sackler

Bashful and Beautiful (One Shot)

Childish (One Shot)

Say You Love Me (One Shot)

Happy (One Shot)

Deity (Sub!Sackler; One Shot) 🔥

All Mine (Sub!Sackler; One Shot) 🔥

Bookworm (One shot. Requested) 🔥

As Long As You Need (One shot; Written for @adcuficexchange)

Greedy (One Shot; Requested) 🔥

Earned It (Sub!Sackler; One Shot) 🔥

Not Yours To Bear (One shot; Requested)

Pinky Promises (One Shot; Requested)

Charlie Barber

Wonderful (One Shot)

Heavy (One Shot) Wicked (One Shot; Co-written with @ladyinwriting18) 🔥

Just give me time (One Shot)

- Golden (Part two of Just Give Me Time)

Can This Be Mine? (One Shot; Requested) 🔥

Barista With Benefits (One Shot; written as part of @adcuficexchange)

Clyde Logan

Sing For Me Princess (One Shot)

You're Here (One Shot)

First Date (One Shot. Anon Request)

Home (One Shot)

Sometimes (One Shot)

Birthday Princess (One Shot. Request) 🔥

Stargazing (One Shot; Request)

Take Your Medicine (One Shot; Request)

It's Always Been You (One Shot; Anon Request)

Flip Zimmerman

Just One Date (One Shot)

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

I'm Glad It Was You (Ben Solo - One Shot)

Protector (OC!Knight of Ren. Kylo Ren - One Shot)

Meant to Be (Sub!Kylo. One Shot) 🔥

Paterson

I Have You (One Shot; Request)

ADCU Series

Safe & Sound (Clyde x Reader)  I've Got You (Part 2) 🔥 His Girl (Part 3) Fun Fair (Part 4) 🔥

AU NBA!Kylo Ren - (Collab series with @saynotoshityouhate​)

Part 1 

Part 2  🔥

Adam Sackler x Plus-size!Reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

HEADCANONS/DRABBLES

Clyde giving you beard burn 🔥

Facetiming with Sackler 🔥

Favourite things about Sackler

Watching him play Basketball

"Why are you scared of loving?" with Clyde

Flip will always show you some appreciation 🔥

Clyde takes you stargazing

Charlie reading to you in the park

Sackler finds an old camera and won't leave you alone

Brains are Dumb with Sackler

Building a pillow fort with Phillip Altman

How They React To You Being A Virgin (ADCU Boys) 🔥

Clyde walks in on you using a toy 🔥

Fluffy Sackler complimenting you

Koala Hugs with Sackler

#masterlist #adcu masterlist #adcu #adcu fic #adcu fanfiction #adcu community #adam sackler #charlie barber #flip zimmerman #clyde logan #kylo ren #ben solo #smut #fluff #adcu fluff #adcu smut

[paper-n-ashes]

Incentive

Characters: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Female Reader x Charlie Barber

Words: 4.5k

Warnings/Tags: Explicit sexual content (18+), Dom/Sub relationship, Shibari (bondage), Spanking, A twisted version of phone sex, Fingering, Masturbation, PIV sex.

Author’s Note: Part five to Retribution. I wouldn’t recommend reading this without context. This literally took all of my soul to write. I have had this on my mind for MONTHS. It is a ridiculous concept, dirty, and dumb as hell (Just the way I like it). 

~

Charlie felt his entire body clench, the searing tone of Santiago’s recognisable voice instantly shocking his system into a hyper alert state.

“I… uh… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” As soon as he said the words, Charlie winced, scolding himself for his stupidity. Lying would only make this worse.

There was a deepened chuckle on the other end of the line. To any other, it wouldn’t have sounded so concerning. However, coming from Santiago Garcia, barely 48 hours after Charlie had recklessly taken something that didn’t belong to him, made his insides twist in dread.

“You know, the least you could do is admit when you’ve fucked up,” Santi murmured, his remark not coloured by the angered edge Charlie had been expecting. “Would have been the smart thing to do.”

He was right. No use in denying it. “I didn’t do anything she didn’t want me to.”

Charlie could almost hear the self-satisfied smirk filter through the phone’s speaker. “Good. Now we’re getting somewhere.”

“What do you want? An apology?” He wasn’t going to get one. That fevered entanglement, no matter how disrespectful and careless it had been, made Charlie feel the most alive he had in years. The memory of it frequented his waking moments, adrenaline racing through at each recollection. How it felt to kiss you so passionately, to slip himself inside you, to pin you down and fuck you without another to witness. He’d been half-hard for two days, even after sneaking out to the men’s bathroom during work hours to take care of the tension the image of you, moaning and breathless underneath him, brought along with it.

“Wouldn’t matter if you did,” Santi stated matter-of-factly. “Saying sorry doesn’t mean shit to me.”

Charlie had finally made it to his small office inside the theatre complex, shutting the door behind him and setting the lock. He could feel his own irritation rising as he leant into the desk. “So? Why are you calling me?”

“I said it before. You’re going to pay for what you did.”

It was difficult for Charlie not to snort at the sentiment. What could this man possibly do? Particularly over a lousy telephone connection?

The answer came in a subtle ding at his ear. Looking at his phone screen, there was a message alert shown at the top, from the same number. Unable to stifle his curiosity, Charlie tapped the notification.

A picture. Of you.

Kneeling on the floor of a bedroom. Across your eyes, a silken blindfold, while the rest of your body was traced with intricately placed rope, weaving and twisting over your naked form. The thickened twine put your most salivating parts on show, curling around your pert breasts and lining the junction where your thighs met your lower half. All of it, all of you, ready for the taking. Even your wrists were secured in the same bondage, leaving you helpless. Exposed. Vulnerable.

Fuck. Charlie hadn’t been prepared for this.

Putting the phone to his ear again, he felt an unsavoury pang of jealousy rise in his throat. “This is punishment?”

“Mmm,” Santi hummed, already pleased with himself. “A very specific variety, created just for you Charlie. Because as you’ve made perfectly clear, you can’t help yourself when it comes to this woman.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. Charlie was struggling to get the snapshot of you from consuming his mind, already throbbing down below. He wanted more, was desperate for it. But he also wasn’t going to allow Santiago to overpower his wills so easily. “An interesting kind of punishment. Giving me exactly what I want.”

Another deep, rumbling laugh trickled out. “We haven’t started yet.”

“We haven’t?”

“Not even close.”

Another chime sounded, this time when Charlie looked to the display there was an invitation to a video call waiting – a realisation quickly coming to light. That photo was of a current occurrence. Somewhere in this city, you were bare but for the bondage coiled over your soft skin. And now, he had the chance to see the live show.

Santiago was smart, Charlie could afford him that. Evidently, he had a talent for exploiting weaknesses, and that’s precisely what you’d become. Keeping his head straight, his discipline steeled, appeared to be impossible when it came to the prospect of having even the smallest part of you, digital or otherwise.

The little green circle taunted Charlie. Pressing it would be playing right into the opponent’s hand.  Giving him the advantage. But there was nothing in this world that would have made him choose the other option. The prospect of seeing you in real time, hearing your voice through this shitty phone’s speaker, was too tempting to refuse.

*

Santiago smirked as the video call was accepted. Too easy. Although, to give Charlie a little credit, Santi himself doubted he would have had the willpower to decline such a tantalising offer. Even as he’d carefully laced and tied the rope over your unmoving figure, the impulse to flip you to the floor and relieve his mounting hunger was almost too much to bear. Waiting would lead to a greater reward, for you both, so he made sure to smother every pulse of impatience that arrived with the skimming of his fingertips against your flesh.

You knew exactly what Santiago had planned. He hadn’t needed to convince you to play along. It was a win/win scenario. Santi would finally be able to rid himself of the pent-up frustration about your lapse of subservience, and you could revel in the thought of teasing Charlie to a limit that had yet to be reached. Make him frenzied. Impulsive. Ravenous to fuck you again. Maybe at the same time Santi did. That’s what you wanted really. To once again feel that kind of indescribable fullness you’d felt the night you’d taken Charlie home with you.

There hadn’t been much said aloud about the slip up. Not until one hour ago, nearing the end of a relaxed midweek afternoon where Santi had summoned you to his apartment with a single text message. Within 10 minutes of walking through his door you were naked, kneeling on the carpet with rough, yet meticulous hands tracing over your shape, giving your consent to be on film. It’s not as if you hadn’t done it before. Although this would be the first performance shown to a live audience member. Pity Santiago had placed the blindfold over your eyes though. You would forever have to wonder what Charlie’s reactions would look like.

*

Charlie couldn’t hide the longing in his expression, the blurred image of his face on the phone display still clear enough to catch sight of his mouth slipping open slightly in shock. Santi could see the man’s thoughts through his eyes. This is real. This is happening. Although as the seconds passed his features twisted into a sort of anger Santi hadn’t quite predicted.

“Has she agreed to this?” Charlie asked sharply.

“I have her full consent.” Santiago reached out to graze a set of fingers over your hair. “Don’t I sugar?”

You nodded, a smile curling your lips. It was still warming to know Charlie had respect and concern for your autonomy. It made you feel safe, as safe as you always did with Santi.

Again, there was an edge of malice in Charlie’s next question. “What’s your plan here? Reprimand me by showing what I’m missing out on? I could easily hang up the call and not endure this.”

“True,” Santi conceded, continuing to slowly move the camera’s view down your body. “You could hang up. Go about your evening. But you’d regret it. I know you Charlie. You wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch this woman be filled and fucked, even if its by me.”

Charlie’s face screwed up, despising how right he was. Fucking dick.

“Besides, I’m not completely selfish. There’s an incentive for enduring this punishment. For the both of you.” A hand moved to your breast, a single finger toying with the erect nipple, making you suck in a breath. The sound made Charlie tense all over again, the ache of his swollen cock pulsing behind his zipper.

“So,” he murmured. “What’s this incentive?”

“Watch until the end. Watch me use her how I need to. Watch me punish and please her until I’m done. Then, she’s all yours.”

Charlie felt his heart momentarily stop. “All… mine?” What did that mean?

“I’ll give you the address. She’ll be waiting for you. You can have her anyway you want, for however long you want.”

There was a whirl of chaos in Charlie’s mind, plagued by the sprouting reasons this wasn’t an offer he should take. For one, he was in the middle of rehearsal, and walking out just to get his fill of you seemed beyond unprofessional. Two, he wasn’t certain he could physically handle watching you for any long period of time without needing some kind of relief - he was sure the pain of it would be almost unbearable. And three… He felt guilty. Guilty over how he’d left you to withstand the repercussions of what you’d both done together. Charlie knew it would have hurt you, being walked out on, with no apology, no real explanation. And he’d spent the last two days telling himself that you deserved someone better than that. You deserved better than him. He’d entered into the unusual arrangement willingly, selfishly pushed the limits of what it entailed, all the while knowing you weren’t his. You belonged to someone else.

Or… was that about to change?

 “She wants this too?” Charlie asked softly.

The camera panned to your face, a gentle smile curving your lips. It was clear you’d heard the question, but under the threat of Santi’s stare, you didn’t answer it.

“Is that what you want sugar?” Santi repeated, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, making your head tilt upwards.

Finally permitted to signal a reply, you nodded, wishing you could properly convey your desires with a heated smoulder from your eyes. There was risk in speaking out of turn, but you needed Charlie to know this, everything that had transpired between you, all that was about to unfold, was what you wanted.

“I want you Charlie,” you pleaded. “I need you. Tonight. Please.”

There was more you wished to say. You wanted to explain yourself. To make sure he didn’t feel guilty about walking out, to apologise for putting him in such a bizarre and difficult situation in the first place.

Lying in bed after your evening of disobedience, a sleeping Santiago beside you, it had slowly dawned how irresponsible you’d been. Reckless. Luring this handsome stranger into your bedroom without having a thought for the repercussions. The delight you felt after having him show up at your door, unannounced, over a week later, should have shook you into the realisation this wasn’t meant to be something casual, and it never was. An electricity like the one Charlie brought into your life was rare, and you’d toyed with the spark because you loved the feel of the burn. And now, all you wanted to do was ask him if he savoured the sensation like you did, if he wanted to ignite those flickers of fire into a roaring blaze.

This was your chance to. Get him here, indulge in your cravings, whilst still ensuring Santi believed he held all the power. That would be the safest strategy for the time being.

*

Charlie’s fingernails dug into the desk beneath, barely able to keep a hold of the phone in his other hand. Even breathing had become difficult, his chest stilled, incapable of taking a steadying breath while his vision was consumed by the delicate smirk on your lips, the way they moved when you pleaded for him. He was done for the moment he heard your voice, captured in your web again from the sound alone.

“Alright,” he whispered, strained. “I’m watching.”

To Charlie’s surprise, Santiago didn’t reply. No gloating, no burning retort about his lack of willpower. Instead, keeping the view centred on your mouth, he slowly edged two fingers inside until the entire span of them had disappeared. There was a noticeable twitch in your jaw as the tips evidently reached into the opening of your throat, Santi pushing the digits as far as he could, pressing hard on the back of your tongue.

In your movements Charlie could see you were on the verge of gagging, doing all that you could to prevent any noise from slipping out.

“I would get used to this feeling sugar,” Santi murmured. “You know how much I love the feeling of you choking on my cock.”

Charlie knew exactly what the sensation was like, and the recollection almost made him slip from his seating. He needed some proper stability if he was going to make it through this. As he moved around the dark, wooden desk and settled into the office chair, Santi’s fingers had retreated, the layer of spit coating them being wiped roughly across your cheek.

After taking the following seconds to catch your breath, you let your tongue glide over your lips. “Please don’t tease me sir. You know how much I love it too.”

Santi growled lowly, scooping as much of your hair as he could into a tight fist, pulling hard on the strands. “I think I remember Charlie loving it also. I think we should show him what he’s missing out on.” There was the unmistakable clink and rustle of a belt buckle, your smile beaming as you registered the noise. Before Charlie could prepare himself, the reddened tip of Santi’s engorged cock was being forced past your mouth’s entrance, the phone’s camera displaying in irritatingly flawless clarity how your lips stretched around the girth of it. Your torso lurched as he yanked you forward to devour the full length, a whimper seeping out with the sudden intrusion.

Well, this is my own personal fucking hell, Charlie thought, shifting in his seat. From this angle, he could imagine himself beginning to fuck your throat, having your gurgles and desperate breaths fill the air as your tongue slithered on the underside of his dick. If he just closed his eyes-

“Seems like Charlie forgot the rules, sugar,” Santiago said gruffly. It was your sucking inhale that made Charlie’s lids instantly burst open again, a line of spittle dropping onto your chin. “Lucky for him, it’s you who receives the punishment.”

The perspective veered away from your face, only to be settled into a static position where the side of your bound figure was in full view. Santi’s lower legs moved into the scene, marching towards you, only to drop to his knees. His visage remained out of sight, chest bared, snatching a hand into your hair and driving your head down to the floor. Charlie swallowed hard as your ass remained high in the air, the delectable flesh of your folds made even more prominent by the rope lining their edges.

“Count with me. We’re going to 8. One for every second Charlie thought it was okay to miss the show you were putting on for him.”

A deafening whack echoed out of the speaker, Charlie physically startled by the force of the impact.

“One,” both you and Santi recited, your voice much softer, likely bracing for the second hit. As the blow occurred - Charlie cringing again at how painful it sounded - an odd sensation began to stir in the pit of his stomach. With another smack, the feeling became impossible to ignore.

He’d already experienced a few distinct types of lust when it came to you. Excitement of the unknown. Jealousy. Yearning. Mutual passion. This felt different to all the others. Having pain inflicted on you, seeing you take the strikes so wilfully, it made more animalistic urges simmer to the surface. He needed to be the one to incite the throbbing sting rippling over your skin, wanted to see how wet it made you.

In nothing more than coincidence, Santi had the same thought, pausing just after the 5th slap to graze soothingly over the cheek covered in welts, before dipping a pair of fingers into the divide between your legs.

“Mmm, so wet for me sugar,” he purred, playing lazily with your pussy. “I think you enjoy Charlie watching you be punished.”

“Y-yes sir. I do.”

“Only a few more to go. Then we can see how much you like him watching you be fucked.”

Charlie let out a struggling exhale under his breath, running a hand through his hair. There was a sheen of moisture at his hairline, the thought of what Santiago had forecasted making him sweat. Was it always so damn hot in this office?

When the final strike made its mark, the number 8 said breathlessly by you alone, Santi lent forward over your bent figure, cooing words into your ear too soft for Charlie to hear. Again he skated his palm gently where the pain would still be radiating, giving you a calming moment to ease the discomfort. As thoroughly pissed as Charlie was at the man, he couldn’t deny how well Santiago cared for you, always ensuring you were respected and secure.

He might have spent longer thinking of how jealous it made him to see you fawned over, when Santiago deftly untied one of the knots sitting over your thigh, unravelling the rope circling your legs. The softened atmosphere had evaporated, seeing you roughly hauled up onto your feet and pushed backwards out of the frame. The camera was quickly snatched out of its holder, a blur of movement following until the image settled into a view that almost made Charlie let out an audible moan.

Legs open, laying with your back on the mattress, your glistening cunt was in focus, soaked with the arousal Santi had felt for himself minutes ago. It made Charlie’s mouth water. He’d watched porn before, more frequently during his marriage when his bed had grown cold. He knew what a pussy looked like, how they came in all shapes, colours, sizes. Digital or not, he’d never seen one as pretty and perfect as yours. Never longed to explore each line and fold with his hands and mouth more than he wanted to with the one on his phone screen this very moment.

Moving even closer, Santi brought a single finger to the bottom of your entrance, sliding slowly and carefully up the minora. Even in this leisurely stroke Charlie could see how drenched you were, the pad of Santi’s finger gliding effortlessly along the flesh. A whimpering groan escaped you, bucking your hips in desperation, clearly needing more stimulation than what was being provided. Charlie felt as much impatience as you did, gritting his teeth in anticipation, waiting for Santiago to linger towards your clit.

It was clear he was toying with you both, drifting everywhere except that swollen little nub.

“Such a beautiful pussy,” Santi mused, teasing the edges of your opening. “Don’t you agree Charlie?”

His nostrils flared as another struggling exhale left his chest. “So fucking beautiful.”

“I bet you’d kill just for a taste, wouldn’t you?”

“What do you think?” I’d preferably kill you.

Santi chuckled while slipping a set of fingers inside, resulting in your delighted whine, only to gradually have them retreat, covered in your juices. It was obvious in the subsequent sounds that Santi had licked the essence clean off the digits, humming in gratification. “I’ve killed people for less.”

Charlie had guessed this was the case, but to have the hypothetical turn out to be a factual scenario was still a little disconcerting. Not enough to take his attention away from marvelling at that heaven that was your cunt, however. He’d thought about it every single day since first catching a glimpse, and there was extraordinarily little he wouldn’t do now to see it in person again. He needed to play into Santiago’s game.

“Please fuck her. Make her come.”

“Oh I plan to,” Santi smirked, standing on his feet again, the rest of your figure filling up the scene, a thin layer of silken fabric keeping you blindfolded. “But you’re going to help me.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“This woman enjoys your company Charlie, for some indiscernible reason. Relishes your pleasure, likes watching you come. So, we’re going to use that to our advantage.”

Charlie knew what this meant. His eyes shot to the lock on his office door, making sure it was turned. He also took a glance at the time, seeing his five minute break had exceeded the 20 minute mark. Someone would be arriving to check on him any minute now. Fuck. FUCK.

“H-how long is this going to take?”

Santiago huffed, the sound crinkling out the speaker. “I’m sorry, is there something more worth your time than seeing her come?”

“No- There isn’t- Fuck! It’s just-”

“You can hang up the call at any time Charlie. Just remember what you’ll be giving up.”

Suffering like this, with the relentless ache thumping in his slacks, the squeezing of his heart inside his ribcage – to have it all amount to a lack of satisfaction? No, that’s not what concerned Charlie most. It was losing you. This was the only way to interlink your lives again. More than anything else, he wanted to prove to you he wouldn’t walk out again. He wouldn’t leave when things got a little too daunting. Not this time.

Santi interrupted the lingering silence, his voice uncharacteristically cordial. “Look, man. If its anything like the night we met, our shared efforts will be making her come pretty fucking hard and fast. If times’ a factor-”

“What do you want me to do?” Charlie shot, his decision already made resolute.

“I think I made it fairly obvious.”

Charlie’s lips pursed, surrendering with a subtle nod. He understood what Santiago had been implying. Yet another thing he’d never done before. Sure, he’d dabbled with phone sex a few times in his life. Panting into the microphone, relaying all kinds of explicit scenes, telling the person on the other end of the line what he wanted to do to them. But he’d never enjoyed being on camera, barely even liked being behind it. Live performance is where his passion was the most accessible. But if this is what it took to make you come, to see your face twisted in pleasure, to hear your blissful wails of rapture… He was going to press further into the unknown.

At the same time Charlie reached down to his belt to one-handedly unlock the buckle, Santiago took his cue, lining up the frame to centre on his cock teasing the threshold of your cunt, pausing there, ignoring how you sobbed in protest. “We’re not starting until you do.”

Smothering the instinct throw Santi a look of pure infuriation, Charlie collected the fullness of his erection out from the cover of his pants, sighing a little at the release. In the few, languid strokes he palmed over the hardened flesh, he already sensed how little time it would take for him to hurdle into a violent climax, so pent up from what he’d already witnessed in the dwindling hours of this evening.

“Go on, let her hear you,” Santiago instructed. “I know she’d like that.”

Charlie hoped to whatever deity that these walls were soundproof, as he rubbed slowly up and down with a half-tightened grip. At first it was a few harsh exhales that seeped from his lips, eventually transforming into tempered moans as a glow of relief simmered through his veins. All the while, he kept his eyes open, glued to the image of your pretty pussy.

Not a man to renege on his promises, Santiago finally sunk into you at a very deliberate pace, moving the camera to flaunt exactly how well you swallowed his cock. It surprised Charlie how much he didn’t care it wasn’t him doing this, how just watching you be filled was gratifying enough. When Santi initiated his gradual, indulgent thrusts, your moans turned more obscene, writhing on the mattress beneath, seeming as if you were tying to break free of the bindings around your wrists. Truly, it was the most vivid, captivating show he had ever been privy to, his inhibition loosened as the hand around his cock increased the speed of its motions.

Santiago had stayed mostly quiet, until a question crept into the mixing noises of your satisfaction. “Would you like to see Charlie now, sugar? He’s gotten himself all ready for you.”

“Yes! Oh god, please!” you mewled. “Please let me see him!”

The camera view wobbled, Charlie just able to catch the sight of Santi’s hands undoing the last of your bindings, when it swerved to the image of your uncovered face, bursting from the pleasure being driven into you below.

“Ugh, fuck,” Charlie groaned aloud, close to coming from this image alone. “You- You’re so-”

“Show me,” you begged, biting your lip to keep a howl from escaping. “Show me what you’re doing to yourself.”

Charlie angled his phone down, his swollen, pulsing cock taking up all of the display, fisting it harder while his grunts became breathless. “This… This is all because of you…”

You responded with a delirious whine, extending the phone in your hand outwards to encapsulate the full outline of your body, your other hand reaching downwards to swipe over your clit while Santiago continued to plunge into you. “Keep… Keep going. I want to come with you.”

Charlie growled in exasperation. “I’m not going to last much longer with you looking like that.”

“I’m so close, Charlie, please,” you begged. “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you right when it’s about to happen.”

He didn’t dare close his eyes for the fear of offending you, but Charlie’s mind was quickly inundated with the most mundane things to keep his peak from breaking. Carpet. Dentists. Vacuums. Anything to keep him from coming all over his button up shirt. But he didn’t need to distract himself for long.

“Oh, oh fuck… It’s now, Charlie… It’s happening now! I’m coming, I’m coming!”

It was only seconds after you’d begun to cry out in ecstasy that the ropes of cum spurted out, Charlie too consumed by your orgasm to worry about how loud his resulting moans may have been. He would have stayed hypnotised by the afterglow glowing in your features if not for Santi ripping the phone from your hold and swiftly ending the call.

“Fucking asshole,” Charlie spit, only for a timid knock to tap on his door.

“Mr Barber? Are you coming back to rehearsal?”

He snatched at the tissues on his desk, cleaning the evidence of his indiscretion, when another obnoxious ding cut through the silence. As promised, it contained an address, barely 15 minutes away from this location.

“The rest of rehearsal is cancelled,” Charlie called out. “There’s something important I need to attend to.”

~

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November Fic Recap!

Hello folks, welcome to December! I can’t believe we’re already in the last month of 2020, what a year, huh? With the end of another month, comes the fic recap list. If you’re new here, this is the opportunity I take to compile all the new writing that I posted this month, for those who may have missed some posts, or who are looking to re-read, or who may be new here and want to jump in on the fun! 

I also update each character masterlist with this new writing, so if you’ve been looking for the update, here it is!

Chapter Updates 

Biting Dust - Chapter 3; Outlaw!Kylo Ren x Reader**

Oneshots

Loverboy; Flip Zimmerman x Reader x Kylo Ren***

The Real M(VP); Del Taco VP [SNL] x Reader***

Somethin’ Brewin’; Pale x Reader***

Make Good; Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Character Headcanons 

Curses that scare the boys the most

The boys’ opinion on candy corn

Chaotic Thanksgiving with Flip and the gang

Character Imagines 

Kylo Ren 

Supreme Leader Kylo - Kylo possessively fucking you on the throne***

Supreme Leader Kylo - Sub!Kylo getting edged for hours***

Biker Kylo - Reunion sex with Kylo***

Bond Villain Kylo - Kylo eating you out***

Emperor Kylo - Kylo’s lactation kink***

Medieval Kylo - Kylo eating you out***

Medieval Kylo - Watching the leaves change color 

Medieval Kylo - Smut by the bonfire***

Medieval Kylo - Giving Kylo a handjob**

Mob Kylo - Telling Kylo you’re pregnant

Mob Kylo - Pregnant sex***

Solo Triplets - Kylo, Matt, and Ben getting into a dumb fight on Thanksgiving

Flip Zimmerman 

Flip fucking you hard and possessive in the back of a disco****

Flip getting possessive and fucking you in the bathroom of a bar***

Flip fucking you in a tent on the CSPD camping trip***

Play wrestling with Flip

Making out with Flip*

Flip getting into a fight with loud bar patrons on Thanksgiving

Flip reminiscing about your first Thanksgiving together

Charlie Barber 

Charlie Barber helping you through a post-Halloween hangover

Morning anniversary sex with Charlie**

Charlie having exceptionally cold feet when he comes into bed*

Late night leftovers with Charlie after Thanksgiving has ended

Clyde Logan 

Blowing Clyde on your anniversary***

Rough sex at the bar with Clyde***

Sweaty summer sex with Clyde***

Paterson & Paul Sevier 

Paterson rescuing you from a loose lobster incident

Passionately kissing Paul at work

Beach vacation with Pat & Paul

Sunday brunch with Pat & Paul

Pale

Marathon sex with Pale***

Wearing Pale’s clothes

The total word count for November clocks in at: 49,087!

Thank you all for spending another month with me, and whether you’ve been following for a day or a month or a year, it means the world that you all enjoy the writing! I hope that December treats us all with kindness, and I am sending you my love!

*** = NSFW content! All fics are tagged with content warnings at the beginning of the story :)

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