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“Paper has a way of getting people in trouble.”

The Report (2019)

Dir. Scott Z. Burns

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NEW/OLD picture of Adam Driver and Keri Russell in Broadway’s Burn This (2019)

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‘Lil’ Kylo’ by Brian Kesinger.

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Hi! I have a new Kylo Ren requests: after he turned back to Light and therefore became Ben Solo, he and his love start a new life on a distant planet (maybe Tatooine) where neither the Resistance or First Order can find them. They get married and start a family. I can imagine how happy Ben is when his wife tells him that he's going to be a dad and they'll be having twins ❤️❤️

A/N: hey love, how are you doing? I’m so glad you like the things I write for you, it means a lot to me.

I hope I was able to capture what you were hoping for and I’m also sorry that it took me this embarrassing long time to finish your request, I hope that the quality pays off for it. Anyways, hopefully you will like it as well as everyone who is taking their time to read this. Thank you all.

Warnings: a bit of angst, nothing too much, is basically just fluff.

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Ben watches the two suns rise up in the sky with a sense of peace spreading through his body, not too long ago he was stuck in a spaceship watching endless halls with the same colors, watching the Galaxy and never being able to know what time it was just by looking at it since the view was always dark, only with some stars to bright things up, bossing the same bucket faces around without even bothering to know their names, their age or anything at all that made it clear that those stormtroopers were alive, that way, it was easier to kill them in a tantrum or just because he was bored and had nothing left to do.

He still remembers the moment when he decided to leave Kylo Ren in the past, knowing that it was the only way to be able to feel alive again, able to breathe without fearing his past, his enemies and of course, fear losing y/n. The moment he first saw her in the interrogation chair, Ben felt something from his Jedi years coming back to him, he felt light strongly once more, he felt like she could give him something to live for, not to kill for as Snoke had given him. As the days passed and y/n joined him in the First Order, a new kind of worry started to haunt him, as Kylo he was always vulnerable to possible attacks, no matter how strong with the Force he was, there wasn’t a way to be sure that he could effectively protect y/n, the resistance kept on attacking whenever they could and even inside the Order, Kylo wasn’t completely sure that he could trust his subordinates.

And if that wasn’t reason enough to abandon that place of grief, pain and death, y/n kept on remembering him of who he truly was, of the light inside of him, that no matter how hard he tried to suppress kept on tearing him apart, begging for him to come home, to leave all that nonsense he had putting himself through on the past, to accept that Ben Solo would never really die and that this was for a bigger reason, that the Force had plans for him that could not be changed.

The decision was made slowly, it started to come to his head when he would lay by her side in the bed talking about their dreamt future, about how they would raise their kids freely, how they would be able to discover themselves without too much pressure or abandonment, how they would have domestic moments when they would cook, clean, sing, dance, shower together, how they would have a small garden where they would plant some herbs. At the time, Kylo had not really thought that he would have enough courage to leave the Order behind, but the realization he had that he would never be able to give y/n all the nice things she wanted and dreamt about as long as he was the Supreme Leader caused him too much pain. And of course y/n knew that too and despite wishing that someday he would leave it all behind with her, she also knew that as long as she was by his side, she would be right where she wanted to be, right where she belonged.

Little by little, Kylo started to be more confident in himself and also more aware that he didn’t belong in the First Order and that he had to do something about it and y/n had all to do with that growth. Every night, she would listen to him as he talked about his joys, fears and hopes, reassuring him that she would go wherever he wanted to go, she would also hold him tight when the memories of the years of abuse he had suffered came back to haunt him, remembering Kylo that he was loved, safe and in the arms of the woman he loved. It took five years since he got her back to make the call and he would never forget the way her eyes shone with happiness when he told her that he was ready to leave Kylo in the past.

It was tricky to get away, Ben knew that neither the Resistance or the First Order could be able to find them, and he also knew that he would have to live somewhere people didn’t really knew his face, after all, he had committed horrible crimes and terrified thousands of souls with his red saber, bringing death and destruction upon thousands all throughout the Galaxy. Y/n and him made an infallible plan, which they had studied over and over again, making sure that it didn’t have a single flaw. It happened during a night, he had sent most of the troops away and given the generals a lot of work as y/n got the tracker off one of the Order ships, which they would trade for an old ship in some deserted planet before escaping to Tatooine finally.

If he closes his eyes and thinks about that moment, Ben can still feel the way y/n’s arms hugged him when they finally made it to Tatooine, when they finally realized they were free from the past and ready to start over. He kneeled in front of her in that exact moment, the golden ring he had bought her two months before in his hand as he asked y/n if she wanted to spend the rest of her life loving him.

The start of their stay in Tatooine was hard, they didn’t know anyone and were still a bit scared to meet someone from the Order, the Resistance or anyone who could possibly ruin their cover ups. Y/n started to work first in a small bar, serving customers and getting a very low payment that was barely enough for them to pay the bills. Ben took a bit longer to become confident enough to work and he started helping in a mechanic shop about six months after they first arrived on the planet. Slowly, they built a life there, making some friends - not so many -, buying a house, starting to plant a small garden, getting a pet and rediscovering themselves as people who didn’t have to deal with the pressure of ruling a reign of terror.

Their marriage took place three years after they arrived, it was at their small house with some friends that were glad to join and watch the ceremony. That was the happiest day of Ben’s life, he cried through most of it, but there was no way he could keep it together as she walked into the living room holding some flowers from their garden and wearing a white dress she had bought just for the occasion - nothing too expensive, of course -.

“Ben?” he hears her hoarse voice coming from behind, she would always get scared when she woke up alone in their bed, fearing that the worst had happened.

He turns around quickly, taking in the sight of his wife, her bare feet on the sand, her hair a bit messy from sleep, but shining in the light of the suns, her beautiful smile adorning her features and her body covered in a pink pajama Ben had given her not too long ago.

“Sorry, love, I wasn’t able to sense you were waking up, I was remembering how we got here” he says truthfully with a kind smile to her, just her presence making him feel better than before as she always made him feel.

“It’s okay, darling” she replies before making her way to him, step by step getting closer. As she stands before him, she takes her hands to the side of his face, kissing his lips gently. Once she parts the kiss, her y/e/c eyes look directly into his. “I have the most wonderful news”.

“And what would that be?” Ben asks in a joking tone, ready to hear about her being able to cook some recipe she had been dying to cook for a while.

“We need room for two” y/n states.

“We need what?” he questions, his beautiful face showing confusion.

“We need to make room for the twins, darling”.

In this moment, he finally understands, their dream is finally ready to be complete.

He starts crying in the same moment, joy and excitement pumping through his veins. Ben doesn’t think twice before hugging y/n, holding her tightly into his big arms, whispering countless “I love you”s into her hair, feeling as her tears also fall onto his skin, feeling her happiness as if it was his own, their connection through the Force the strongest it had ever been. At this moment it is as if they are one.

There is nothing in the Galaxy that could take Ben away from their family - about to become larger - and away from their small home in Tatooine where they will grow old together, surely loving each other as hard as they ever have.

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Star Wars: The Last Jedi 2017, dir. Rian Johnson

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Girls | 2x09 (2013)

Requested by Anonymous

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Cleaning with the boys

A/N: Hey guys, how are you all doing? I hope you are all feeling good.

So I wrote some hc’s because it seems like forever since the last time and because I really miss my boyfriend, so I needed my heart to be filled with comfort and love and what better way to do that than to turn to the boys we love so much. 

I hope this warms your hearts just as much as it does mine and that you all enjoy the reading. As usual, my requests are open and feed back is always something I like - just be polite, ofc -. 

Warnings: none, just fluff 

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Adam Sackler 

Cleaning your shared home is always funny, as a matter of fact you still haven’t found a single thing Sackler couldn’t make it enjoyable to you whenever you two were together. 

There is a little routine you and him always follow: the first thing is to play as loud as your phone could handle the playlist for the occasion, afterwards the two of you change into cleaning clothes: you use an old shirt of his that looked more like a dress in your body and he uses an old underwear stained with bleach and then you two are  finally ready to get the job done. 

The sound of the songs are quickly muffled by you and Adam singing completely out of key as you dance through the apartment, mop in hand while you watch as he cleans the kitchen. 

Although it might seem like a lie for some, you and him are actually really productive, dividing tasks equally and doing them the best you two can, making sure that by the end of the day anyone can eat from the floor or even lick the sink.

Of course things get messy, and it doesn’t really take that much time for it to happen, sooner than later you are soaked and Sackler is laughing and talking about your inability to clean like a grown up. You don’t let him stay dry as you hear it, making sure to wet your man with the water from your body as you kiss him deeply, causing him to forget every single word he had been saying. 

By the time you two finally finish doing the laundry, cleaning up the apartment and doing the dishes, you are both worn out, feeling like your muscles are on fire and ready to give up functioning any time. 

You lie on the floor next to him, looking directly into his brown eyes as you two talk about what to eat for dinner, both of your stomachs complaining and making noises that make you both laugh. 

The day ends just like it started, your body connected to his as you thank whatever it’s above there for putting Sackler on your life. 

Charlie Barber

Charlie is a methodical man and when it comes to cleaning your home, it is no different. 

He writes a to do list with all the things you, him and usually Henry need to do, just to make sure that nothing is left behind -at least that it is what he says -. 

Just because Charlie is organized, it doesn’t mean that cleaning couldn’t become something you liked to do. Especially when Henry is around, he tries to make things go as smoothly and light as possible, helping you both with every single thing you could possibly need and joking and playing around. 

The truth is you always love cleaning the house with your two boys. How domestic the whole thing is makes you heart warmer, remembering you in the best way possible that you were truly part of the family. 

It is always a good way to bond with Henry too. You and the boy really liked each other and you appreciated every single opportunity you had to make him feel comfortable with your presence, since not only it is important to Charlie for his son to like you, but mostly because you really want to please the kid. 

One of your favorite things to do with him as you two helped his dad is to prank the man, pretending some rat or roach is in the house as Henry got hidden somewhere, ready to scare the life out of his dad. 

In the end of the day, the three of you always sit on the couch, with popcorn and soda in hand, ready to watch a movie as a reward for all the hard work. By the end of it, Henry is already asleep in Charlie’s lap and you are holding his hand, pretending to pay attention to the screen as you look at him time and time again, knowing you had never been more in love in your life. 

Clyde Logan 

Just like everything he does, Clyde cleans the place with him with love and patience.

There is a certain ritual for chores day, it usually starts with a special breakfast that would help your bodies with the amount of exercise to come. You bake some pie as he does some scrambled eggs with the dry bacon he loves to eat. You two eat slowly, enjoying every bite as well as each other's presence. Afterwards you share a shower and get things ready to get started. 

The weekly event is always a sweet moment you two share, Clyde is, as usual, super helpful and he doesn’t let you do anything that comes close to something he considers to be dangerous, even if it is something not really that scary like carrying furniture somewhere else on your own.

You know that as the gentleman he is, he would definitely clean it all by himself as you lay on your bed if you hadn’t insisted on helping him the first week you two moved in together. 

Things go a bit slower than normal because you two don’t do separate chores, you both help each other with every task, making sure to clean every single corner with care.

Usually, you two listen to some romantic country songs while doing the chores, stopping with some frequency to dance a bit together, enjoying the sensation of each other’s body as you kiss him sweetly, your forehead touching his whenever your lips aren't attached. 

By the time you two are finally done with everything, you aren’t even tired. All the things and time you had spent with Clyde enough to make you feel brand new as he sits on the reclinable chair and you sit on his lap, your fingers massaging his scalp and feeling his smooth long hair as he massaged your back. 

You could do this every day.

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Marriage Story (2019)

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HIS EYES MATCHING HIS SWEATER

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— IMDb interviews the cast of the report 2019.

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Crowned by the devil - ch. 13

Summary: Kylo has to deal with the consequences of his act and so do you. Will you ever be able to forgive him? 

Warnings: lots of angst, sad Kylo, sad reader. 

A/N: this took me so long I am truly embarrassed and also sorry for all of you who read this fic which is very important to me just like you all. As you might know my aunt died and I was at the end of my College semester and as someone who has depression things just got a bit out of hand. I hope that I can write the next chapter sooner since I already have the planning written down. 

Thank you all for not giving up on me. It means a lot, for real. I hope you all had a great day.

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Kylo left the room like a hurricane, all the anger he held towards her a moment before now fueling his self-hate, he had wished so many times to be different, to be someone who could open up, who could be loved, but everytime Ren proved to himself that he was only good at being hated, at being feared, at being the monster Snoke shaped him into. As he stomped to the halls, lightsaber already in hand ready to be ignited destroying all it could possibly touch as if it would solve his problems, Kylo kept on seeing her face as he unleashed the demons in his insides, the tears running down her face, the disappointment in her eyes, the fear she felt kept hitting him in waves and the feeling of being the most feared being in the room, which usually made him feel powerful, now making him ashamed of his attitudes. 

He didn’t meet anyone as he walked through the ship, his loud steps enough to let all of his employees know that they shouldn’t cross him if they had any love for their own life, Ren would kill anyone in that moment, would do anything at all to end the feelings crushing his insides, to take his mind away from her, to make him feel alive again. 

Before he could even notice he was inside a monochromatic room filled with computers, lightsaber in hand, the red light coloring his face contorced in an angry expression and the room. He didn’t think twice before destroying the room, watching as sparkles flew, ignoring the sounds of his actions since they were drowned by her “Leave”s, the pain in her tone amplifying his own hurt, it almost felt like her hands were back on his chest, hitting him over and over again as if she could really physically hurt the man built like a tank.

Eventually his rage died and despair took control of him, without even think he let the lightsaber fall to the floor, not listening to the sound of the fall as he started to sob, tears spilling and staining his skin as he too fell to the ground, the pain becoming too much for him to even stand. He had just lost his Empress, Kylo knew that he could make her marry him, he could do anything he wanted, but the knight also knew that he could never force her to truly love him, to look at him like he had hung the stars, to want his body, to kiss him with want as she used to do, to care for him. He had given all that up for his stupidity, for not being brave enough to let her see what he was like inside. 

As the night went on Kylo laid on the floor with the remains of his destructive behavior crying his eyes out and calling her name, praying to the force that there was something he could possibly do to make her care about him once again. 

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For the following week Kylo stayed in his bedroom, too ashamed and sad to leave the comfort of his quarters, allowing the guilt to eat him from inside out, not eating properly, barely showering or leaving the warm feeling provided by his bed. The knight couldn’t even look at the mirror, his reflection judging him, holding him accountable for all he had done and for his mistakes. Ren knew he would have to leave that space - mental and physical - soon, he knew that the First Order needed him and that he couldn’t trust Hux to stay in charge for too long without trying to overthrow him, the worst part was that he knew he couldn’t ignore his actions for too long as well, he would have to face her, he would have to try to fix the mess he had made even though he wasn’t sure how he would do so, but Kylo loved her too much to let everything fall apart like that. 

He took one last look at the mess in his room, at the clothes spreaded around the floor, at the bed sheets covered in sweat and got up going straight to the bathroom, starting the shower as he looked into the mirror, straight into the reflection’s eyes, ready to do whatever he needed to do to make her his once more. 

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Your sadness had turned into a uncontrollable rage in the day that followed the fight, at yourself and at Kylo, the wish to kill the Supreme Leader filling your head constantly as you lived through the day, trying your best not to unleash your anger in Mitaka who seemed to be frequently scared of you ever since your attitude change no matter how many times you tried to explain to the sweet Lieutenant that your mood had nothing to do with him. The only ones who were really able to handle you like that were Cardo and Trudgen which kept on trying to cheer you up with his super annoying sense of humor. So whenever you weren’t with Mitaka in the library gathering all the information you needed or in your quarters, you were with the two knights doing your best to live through the days as you tried your hardest to ignore each and every thought about Kylo that didn’t involve your fists hitting his perfect face over and over again. 

Mainly, it wasn’t too hard keeping you from thinking about Ren, but sometimes a wave of sadness would hit you straight on the chest remembering that you missed his presence even though you couldn’t bring yourself to understand why on the Galaxy you would miss that man, well until your body remembered you not only about the times he pleasured you, much more than that really, every time you felt like that your faded scar burned a bit remembering that night when Kylo comforted you and defended you from Hux, about his body on the small couch on the medbay as he slept and waited for news about you since he was deeply worried about your wound and about how grateful you were to him for ordering the doctor to treat your scar, fading it enough so you could cover it with a tattoo. 

The sound of Trudgen’s voice calling you hottie brought you back to reality, forcing you to remember that you were in the knight’s living room drinking with your two friends, even though you would never admit you considered Trudgen one of your friends. You grabbed the drink on the table, feeling the coldness of the glass and allowing the sensation to ground you even further so it could take your mind off of Kylo Ren. 

“Yes, Trudgen” you said with a fake annoyed tone, arching your eyebrows before taking a sip of the drink with a strong alcohol taste. 

“I asked you who you think will win the game” he replied, voice showing a bit of worry he and Cardo shared anytime you zoomed out of reality even though they knew better than to ask you what was happening, not talking about their master or about what happened that night was an unannounced deal you three had and even though you were sure they knew how Kylo was doing you knew it was better not to ask about it, not wanting to drag yourself deeper into the mess you had put yourself into. 

You looked at the screen in which both of them were watching the game, doing your best to analyze the teams strategies and players even though you weren’t the biggest fan of soccer nor had a lot of time during your life to watch those games, but the dizziness in your brain caused by the combination of alcohol and thinking of Ren made it impossible for you to have a logical response to the match playing in front of your eyes. And so you shrugged, taking your drink to your lips once more before saying a “don’t fucking care” which caused Cardo to laugh. 

“Come on, y/n, it’s the Galactic Cup, you must care about it” Trudgen said back, trying to bring you into his conversation with Cardo despite it being a loss fight, you were too in your head to come back. 

“Leave her alone” Cardo commanded, knowing that there was nothing that both of them could do, but letting you be. 

And so you stayed on the couch barely moving except when you took a sip of your drink feeling as your scar burned, shouting to you that there wasn’t a way to really keep yourself from remembering how Kylo took care of you. ——————————————————————————

Ren was in the throne room with the most expensive jewelry consultant in the Galaxy, looking at the thousand of pieces he had in his holotablet, double checking each one making sure that he would choose not only the best one, but the one which fitted his Empress more perfectly, which would make her skin and eyes pop. Just by following his plan to get his love back, Kylo felt a bit of comfort, of course the fear of it still not being enough to get her back was present, but knowing that he had already come up with a plan and that he was a step closer to feeling her against his arms once again was enough to keep him going. And so, despite what anyone could expect of him, Ren kept on scrolling and on deciding his favorite jewelry with a feeling of enjoyment pumping through his veins. 

The Supreme Leader was interrupted by the sound of one of his knights dropping on one knee in respect before saying “Master Ren” allowing him to know that the one in his presence was no other than Cardo, his Empress best friend and one of the people he had been avoiding in the past days knowing that the encounter would make the wound in his chest throb. Seeing his knight, however, didn’t make him want to cry or destroy a whole room, instead he felt proud of himself, he knew that Cardo would appreciate his attempt to make y/n feel better. 

“Cardo” he replied, gesturing for the knight to get up, waiting patiently for the knight to announce the reason why he had come to Ren. The waves of worry coming from the man, however, allowed his master to have an idea of what he wanted to talk about. 

“Master, I don’t mean to overstep, but I’ve been really worried about y/n, ever since whatever happened between the two of you, she hasn’t been the same.” he started, eyes looking at his calloused hands, stopping for a moment to catch a breath before continuing “Whenever she isn’t furious looking like she is about to throw a punch in the nearest surface, she looks lost, as if her sadness swallowed her whole and there’s nothing left of her but a shell” Cardo finished looking, for once, directly into Kylo’s eyes and even though he tried to keep a hard facade which didn’t show emotion, his light colored eyes were see-through, he was truly concerned for the girl he had the chance to grow to love as a friend. 

Kylo’s heart almost stopped for a second, all the good sensations he had been feeling just a couple of minutes before completely gone, overshadowed by the crushing pressure on his chest almost as if a hand was crushing it. If he was alone, Ren might have cried or allowed his self-hate to express itself in the room’s walls, but he knew better than to throw a tantrum in front of one of his knights, someone who not only should respect him as a master, but also someone he considered to be family. 

“I see” he replied, voice hoarse and distorced with the sea of emotions taking over him. “I have a plan to win her heart back Cardo, don’t you worry.”  

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You were wandering in the endless halls, watching as the same bucket faces passed through you, as the droids worked and as the stars shone in the never ending blue galaxy, wondering what was your role in it, if you were really supposed to be living in a ship suffering for a man who could never give you what you needed when you had spent all your life on your own when the first encounter after the fight happened. 

As strange as it could possibly sound, you felt him before even seeing him, as if something about his aura was always recognizable from all that time you had spent with Kylo. Just the feeling made your body hair stand as anxiety started to fog your brain, it was truly your worst nightmare, you were pretty you weren’t ready to see him, but there was no point in running, you knew that he could find you anywhere he wanted, no matter how good you were at hiding yourself from your problems. Therefore you waited, standing still and trying to keep an emotionless face that could do nothing to help you to keep your feelings from the dark knight. 

The first thing you listened to were his steps, loud and confident as ever and it immediately caused you to look up, facing the thought you had tried to ignore the most. He was just as beautiful as ever, his gorgeous dark and intense eyes looking directly into yours, his hair adorning his face which seemed a bit thinner and his mouth you had kissed so many times in a line as he kept his neutral expression. Seeing him awakened a lot of feelings, the first one was a pulsing rage which had been with you ever since you woke up after Ren left your room, the second one was relief to know he was alive and well and even though you felt sad from all that happened, the most present feeling was disappointment, you didn’t exactly know why you weren’t expecting Kylo Ren to act like a monster after he had kidnapped you, but after all the nice moments and all the kindness he had shown you, seeing him as a captor once more, more so, as someone that even remotely reminded you of Kreat was just too much, too heartbreaking. 

“y/n”. 

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Star Wars: The Sequel Trilogy Kylo Ren & Rey

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Adam Driver Filmography [30/?]

Bluebird | (2013)

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Professor

This took me so much longer than it should have - cries in writers block -. Anyway I hope that you all like it, this is my comeback and I hope to write a lot this month so I have a lot of posts for you when College starts once again.

Just wanted to remind you all that my requests are open and that I’m thankful for all of you and for you taking the time to read my work.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: porn, professor x student sex, dominant Charlie

Pairing: Charlie Barber x reader

Summary: You always saw Charlie as a genius, but you never expected him to notice you too.

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You sit in the first chair, notebook in hand and eyes trained on the door waiting for the genius director to walk inside the room, you had seen some of his plays every now and then whenever College allowed you to, he was one of your biggest inspirations in the business today, you believed his plays were truly revolutionary. Because of that, your anxiety was on the roof, you were ready to absorb every single word he would say and every single advice he could give so that, one day, you could be someone nearly as great as Charlie Barber.

The whole environment changes as he walks in, the conversations die and the whole room falls into silence, not the uncomfortable kind, but with how astonishing his presence is, chatting becomes impossible. You keep your eyes on him, watching as the handsome man with shoulder length black hair, deep dark eyes, prominent nose and fluffy lips walks towards the front of the class, his light blue button up shirt and black pants hugging his form perfectly.

For a brief second as he makes his way to where he should stand and looks at the students ready to learn from him giving sweet smiles and waves, his eyes lock with yours, making you wet your lips in a nervous gesture before smiling as every body hair on you stands. It doesn’t last too long, but the brief nod Charlie gave you almost caused you to melt right on your chair, God if you had a man like that.

“Hello class, it’s a pleasure to be here and give some advice and share knowledge with the future great directors. It’s my first time as a College professor and I hope this semester is good for all of us.” his deep voice echoes through the room, and it seems like it rings in your ears, just how he sounds making you close your legs, starting to feel a bit more excited than you should be.

A sea of voices answer the man and it causes him to give a pleased smile, his dark eyes almost closing and shining. God, when you thought Charlie couldn’t get any more handsome, he proves you wrong.

“Let’s get started then” he says before grabbing the control to switch the powerpoint and starting to talk about his genius mind.

The class is great, Charlie knows how to teach without making things boring, always making sure to tell a funny story or a joke to keep everyone entertained, but not enough to make him seem annoying. His advice is also great, at the end of his speech you typed so much that it almost felt like your fingers were about to fall. When the question time finally arrives he answers everything lightly, making sure to listen to every student until the end and to be respectful no matter how basic the question might seem. And of course the man is a sight for sore eyes, many times you found your eyes lost on his figure, your mind travelling to nastier places as you imagined everything you could and wanted to do with the man, even though you knew it would never truly happen.

You are once again looking at the tall man when you notice the sound of people standing up and walking, meaning he dismissed the class. You do your best to not make a fool out of yourself, trying to put your things inside your backpack to stand and leave as well as quickly as possible, but since the destiny was hardly ever on your side, it’s obvious that when you put your head up again you are alone in the room with Charlie.

As your eyes lock with his, heat travels to your cheeks and instantly shame pumps through your body, you were such a fool. “I’m sorry professor, I’m leaving now, I got a bit distracted at the end” you say getting up, but as you pull your backpack up ready to put it on, his voice interrupts you.

“You were definitely distracted, care to explain?” Charlie asks you, his dark eyes still locked on yours as they shine and you can swear that his voice is filled with malice, but you are too nervous to even act on that, not wanting to ruin your image to the teacher on the first day.

“I- well” you start stuttering, failing to find the words to explain why you were so distracted, you couldn’t simply tell him that you were too distracted by your attraction to him. “I have a lot on m-my mind” you try to sound confident, but you can’t even believe the words leaving your mouth.

“Is that so?” he asks, giving a step towards your direction and causing your backpack to fall to the ground, your body not responding as you feel his body heat. “I don’t think you believe in the words you just said, I surely don’t. Now be a good girl and tell me what really happened” Charlie whispers in your ear, making your pussy wetter and your body to shiver. His closeness doesn’t last too long sadly, in no time his body is far from yours again and his voice is not as deep anymore. “I just want to help you.”

It feels like the room runs out of air, your brain gives up trying to find words to answer the man as your lungs try desperately to be filled with oxygen again. All you can really do is look directly into his eyes, lips slightly parted as you breathe through your mouth, noticing the amusement on his face as you struggle to react as a normal human being. Never in a million years you would imagine that Charlie Barber would flirt with you.

“Cat got your tongue, beautiful?” he asks before laughing, the sound of his laugh echoing through the room.

“N-no. I’m just a bit nervous” you reply honestly, even though Charlie wasn’t making you nervous, your brain just couldn’t stop thinking you were understanding all the signs wrong, even though they were quite explicit.

“And why is that?” Charlie asks more seriously, the flirting aura he held before dissipating as he shows you his worry in making sure you are comfortable.

“I admire you so much” you start replying, playing with your fingers as you take your eyes off of his and look down. “I’m not sure if I’m imagining things…” you whisper the last part, closing your eyes for a brief moment.

Once again he closes the distance between your bodies, this time standing a little bit further than the last time, his eyes once filled with malice were softer. “I want you y/n, but if you don’t feel comfortable with this, we’ll stop right now.”

You find the courage to look at him again, confused about how he even knew your name, since you never had the opportunity to tell him. “How?”

“I have been interested in you ever since you entered the theatre for the first time, but before I had the time to even talk to you, you were out the door. The second time you went with a friend and I asked her for your name. When I entered this classroom and saw you sat in here, my heart almost exploded out of my chest.” he confesses taking a step forward, his hands travelling to your cheeks, thumbs caressing your skin lightly making you gasp. Charlie Barber had noticed you.

He looks at you asking for permission to go forward and you don’t think twice before nodding, feeling his breath on your skin as his lips come closer, his eyes closing a second before yours. As his lips touch yours softly, at first, it feels like your soul is leaving your body, goosebumps travel through you and you do your best to keep control of your muscles, letting your hands travel to the base of his neck, feeling his soft hair as his huge hands still hold your head in place. Slowly, his tongue caresses yours, both mouths moving in sync as if they belonged together all along.

Charlie stops for a moment, his lips leaving yours and his hands travelling to the end of your shirt still not taking it off as he asks you: “Is that okay? We can always stop if you don’t want this.”

“Please Charlie, I want you so bad” you confess, voice filled with want, the anticipation almost killing you.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, as soon as he hears your permission Charlie lets you go and walks towards the door in the same confident pace that he had as he walked into the classroom earlier. As he locks the door, he turns to look at you once more, a smirk adorning his lips when he says “We don’t want to be interrupted, do we?”.

You shake your head twice before watching as he comes back to you, walking like a hunter ready to get to his prey, undoing his cuffs and folding his sleeves, his forearm becoming free of the light blue fabric. In no time his body is towering yours and his hands are once again at the end of your shirt, playing with the soft fabric of it as his eyes, now darker than you had ever seen, drowned in yours. Charlie’s patiente doesn’t last too long, before you can even process his change of attitude your shirt is on the floor, far from your body and you shiver as you feel the cold air of the room contrasting with your skin which seems to be on fire.

His eyes leave yours for a second as they travel down to your torso, watching as your chest moves in sync with your heavy breathing, your purple lace bra covering your hard nipples, proudly pressing against the fabric.

“Such pretty tits” Charlie whispers with want, his hands travelling to your covered nubs, his thumbs slowly teasing them and causing you to moan quietly, mouth falling slightly agape as his touch sends pleasure waves directly to your clit. “You like when I touch you, princess?” he asks, taking his eyes back to yours.

“I do” you whisper back to him, hearing as your voice fails a bit. Charlie had barely started and you are already dripping wet for the man.

You see him smirk as his hands travel lower, every inch his fingers touch coming to life as you bite your lips, trying to stop yourself from moaning to the mere thought of his hands on your pussy, playing with you until you are satisfied and can’t take anymore. Charlie’s fingers stop one more time, this time on your denim waistbands and you watch as he wet his lips, a devilish glimmer on his eyes, once again acting as if you are his prey, which by now you surely felt like it.

“I bet your panties are soaked for me. Am I right, love?” Charlie whispers the last part near ear, making you clench around nothing, forcing you to become more and more aware of the emptiness inside of you.

“You are, Charlie” you answer, listening as he hums pleased with you before finally setting your body free from the denim, once again making you feel the temperature contrast between your body and the room, your wet purple panties being the most impacted by it.

He takes a step back, truly fucking you with his eyes, making sure that not one inch of skin is left unnatended by his orbes and you aprecciate the moment to take a look at him too, watching as his muscles are inhanced by his tight shirt, salivating as you see his big cock pressing against his pants and losing your breath as you assimilate the want in his looks.

“You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen” Charlie confesses causing you to lose your words, all you can do is smile at him, feeling as your heart beats even faster than before. “You are” he repeats.

This time you surprise yourself and Charlie by being the one to close the distance between your bodies, putting your hands on his neck and chest as you pull him closer, closing your eyes when his full lips touch yours, the electricity you feel everytime he touches you back once again. The kiss is now more intense, his tongue dominating yours, his huge hands squeezing your ass hard as Charlie presses his cock against you, causing you to moan in his mouth imagining the moment when he’ll finally fill you up completely.

You both part when you run out of air, his hands not leaving your ass and yours not leaving his body as you two stared at each other. “Please fuck me, Charlie” you beg at him, not feeling ashamed to surrender to your needs.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, Charlie lets you go for a moment before carrying you to the teacher’s desk, letting your legs hang off the edge of it. He stands in between your legs, fingers caressing your bare sides as his lips kiss your neck, sometimes claiming you as his with purple marks, painting your skin like a galaxy, his galaxy. In a slow pace you feel as his fingers travel towards your cunt, tracing the shape of it as he touches the soaked fabric, tempting you, watching as you squirm and moan under him, pressing your nails on the wood.

“Puh-please” you stutter, the pressure building inside of you becoming too much to be satisfied with light touches, you need him and you need him now.

“Such a greedy pussy” he says before making a ‘tsk’ sound with his mouth, as if he disapproved of your behavior. “Begging for her owner to ruin her” he states looking at your eyes before hooking his fingers on the edge of your pantiens and putting them in his pocket.

Before you can even react to what happened, two of his thick fingers are inside of you, the wetness of your cunt allowing them to move freely with no resistance and causing the room to be filled with the sloppy sounds of him fingerfucking you. Charlie looks directly into your eyes as he opens and closes his fingers touching your inner walls before curling them and touching your g-spot, making you open your mouth and hold onto the table as if your life depended on it. His pace is slow at first, allowing you to feel every inch he touches before pulling out and to catch a breath before he slips them inside of you once more. That doesn’t last too long, however, as you get wetter and he finally adds a third finger he allows himself to accelerate, sending electricity through your nerves and causing your clit to pulse as a cry for attention, but you are too distracted by Charlie to even care for your sore nub. You were pretty sure you were about to cum when his fingers leave you feeling empty and unsatisfied.

You open your mouth to complain, but you are cut-off by his dominant voice. “Don’t be ungrateful” Charlie says harshly, not giving you space to say anything back to him.

You watch him as he takes his wet fingers to your lips, on a silent command for you to suck them clean and you don’t think twice before opening your mouth so he can push them in, massaging his fingers with your tongue and seductively sucking on them as if you were sucking on his big cock, you do all of this while looking into his eyes, doing your best to keep an innocent expression. Your show doesn’t go on for too long, in no time your mouth is left empty just like your cunt.

Charlie slowly undo his belt and throws it on the floor, lowering his zipper, before hooking his fingers on his waistband and lowering the black pants. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his white underwear, looking at the wet spot causing the fabric to become see-through right next to his thick cock pressing against the underwear. “Like what you see?” he asks with a deep voice, watching intently to your every move.

You nod twice quickly causing Charlie to laugh before letting the white fabric slip, revealing his veiny big and thick cock, with a vivid red tip wet with some of the precum that had oozed out of it. He steps forward once again, dick in hand while the other one holds your thigh, keeping you in place. “I will fuck this pretty pussy of yours now, but you have to keep quietor else I’ll stop” he warns you, gaining a “yes” as a reply. For a second, he teases you once more, wetting his cocktip on your folds, slowly pressing it up and down, sometimes touching your sore clit, making you squirm.

Charlie doesn’t make you wait too much longer, he couldn’t, after all, he was just as needy as you, maybe a bit better at controlling it, but there was only so much he could do. He starts filling you up slowly, allowing heavy breaths to leave his mouth as his cock twitched a bit inside of you, touching every inch of your inner walls before finally hitting your cervix, making you feel the fullest you had ever felt. As you get used to his size, you breathe slowly, doing your best not to moan, not wanting to let Charlie down.

“So tight, I think I’m going to ruin you, princess” he mumbles before taking half of his dick off, slamming it into you gently, creating a soft and slow pace.

You hold onto him wherever you can, letting your nails run through the skin of his back, not enough to really hurt him, just to create some friction and to let some of the want inside of you to come out in a way that didn’t make a sound. You feel as Charlie takes you to the stars fucking you, feeling as his dick stretched you completely before leaving you empty for a few seconds, feeling as his lips go back to your neck, kissing the soft skin, sometimes evem biting it after praising you.

“Can you feel it? How hard I am for you?” he aks picking up the pace, making the table shake with every thrust, with every encounter of his hips with yours

You moan out something that should sound like a yes and you can feel Charlie smiling on your skin, slamming on you harder this once to prove his point, making you feel every inch of him, hitting your cervix, making your clit pulse with joy and pleasure to pump through your veins. It becomes impossible this time to avoid making a sound and you groan loudly feeling as his pace goes back to the previous slow one, punishing you for the mistake you made.

The punishment is hard, Charlie had you close to the edge, but his pace isn’t enough to make you cum and it makes you cry, makes you hold him tighter, feeling as his skin warms yours and as his cock makes you clench. He soothes you, taking his hand to your cheek, catching some tears and kissing your forehead before fucking you harder and rubbing your clit, making your mouth fall agape and your back arch.

Your climax hits you like a lighting, making every part of you burn pleasurably as you close your eyes, inner walls clenching and milking his cock, feeling as his rhythm becomes unstable, his cock twitching once more as he bites your neck, fucking you through both of your orgasms as he spills his release on you, filling you with his seed.

The two of you stay like that for awhile, his softening dick inside of you as his forehead touches yours, you two looking at the other ones eyes as you catch your breath, trying to assimilate what happened and how good you felt, the post orgasm feeling lingering through your body.

“We are definitely doing this again, princess” Charlie says softly before smiling, his eyes glimmering with joy.

#adam driver #charlie barber #charlie barber/reader #charlie barber x reader #charlie #charlie barber smut #Marriage Story

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Marriage Story (2019) dir. Noah Baumbach

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Chosing my favorite it’s the difficult part

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I am back!

I missed you guys soso much, I’m sorry for all that time it took me to come back, but with my aunt passing away and the end of my college semester I was so tired that I couldn’t write.

It’s time for me to come back for good.

Thank you all for existing

#honey talks