#Charles Blackwood x you

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

hey 💗

could I please request a smut fic where charles blackwood develops a (borderline obsessive) crush on his cousins housemaid and he ends up fucking her in the shower or bath?

[ik it’s out there but I just rewatched we have always lived in the castle and just seeing seb in a fancy bathtub did things to me…ik it’s weird but still…🫶]

Cute Little Maid » Charles Blackwood

Pairings: Charles Blackwood x Maid!Reader

Summary: Charles has a crush on his cousin’s maid.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, shower sex, praise kink, pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵 the bathtub scene did things to me too🤭

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found these on Pinterest.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Constance, I- oh, I’m sorry.” You apologized walking in the living and seen the most attractive man you’ve ever seen in your life. “I didn’t know you were having company today.” You say.

“It’s ok.” Constance smiles. “Y/N, this is my cousin Charles. Charles, this our maid Y/N.” She introduces you two.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Blackwood.” You smiled, shaking his hand.

“You too.” Charles smiles. “Call me Charles.” He says, shamelessly checking you out.

That was a few weeks ago. Now, Charles can’t seem to keep himself away from you. He’s developed a huge crush on you. Every time you need to go to the store, he gives you a ride. He follows you around the house and watches you clean without you noticing. He would try to get as close as he possibly could to you. He also can’t help but imagine what he wants to do to you sexually.

Charles is whistling to himself as he was walking down the hallway to his bedroom. His whistling stops when he heard a noise in his room and seen the door open. He opened the door to see you putting his neatly folded clothes in his dresser. He walked further in the room and stood a couple feet behind you, waiting for you to turn around. You jumped when you turned around, not expecting Charles to be standing behind you.

“Oh Mr. Blackwood…” You put your hand on your chest where your heart is. “You scared me.” You giggled. “Did you need something?” You asked.

“Yes, you.” Charles thinks to himself.

“I would like some extra towels please.” He says politely.

“I’ll get them right now.” You say.

You walked past him to get him extra towels while Charles went in the bathroom to take a shower. He turned the shower on and stripped himself of his clothes. You walked in the bathroom at the same time he was taking his boxers off. You gasped and closed your eyes, making Charles turn around and smirk.

“I am so sorry.” You apologized for walking in on him naked. “Here’s your extra towels.” You say, holding the towels out for him.

Charles took the towels from your hands and put them on the sink counter. You heard him close the bathroom door. Your heart started pounding when you felt his presence. Your eyes fluttered open. You tried so hard not to look down at his dick. Charles walked closer to you. You walked backwards till your back hit the door. Your breathing quickened when his face was inches away from yours. One of his hands disappeared under your dress, finding its way to your wet panties. A desperate whimper fell from your lips when his fingers rubbed your pussy through your panties. He pulled your panties down your legs and dropped them on the floor. His fingers rubbed from your clit to your entrance. He slid two fingers in your pussy, moving them at a decent pace.

“Mr. Blackwood…” You moaned softly. “This is-” The words died on your tongue before you could finish your sentence.

“This is what, sweetheart?” Charles asks, smirking.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out was a moan. There was nothing in your mind, except the thought of your boss’s cousin fucking you with his fingers.

Your head fell back against the door, enjoying the feeling of his fingers in your pussy. Your nails dug into the wood of the door when his fingers went impossibly deeper. Charles leaned in closer to you, kissing just below your ear, making you moan.

“I wonder what your pussy will feel like wrapped around my cock.” Charles whispers in your ear.

A whimper fell from your lips at the thought of him fucking you. His thumb found its way to your clit, applying pressure to it and rubbing it in circles. His fingers curled inside of you, hitting your sweet spot.

“Right there!” You moaned.

Charles smirks to himself, happy that he found your sweet spot. His fingers continued to hit your sweet spot every time he curled his fingers against it. This man knew what he was doing, because he was about to make you cum sooner than you expected. You pussy clenched around his fingers. Charles knew you were about to cum. He thrusted his fingers faster, wanting your orgasm to build up faster. Your mouth fell open, a moan of his name fell from your lips as you came hard on his fingers. His thumb gave your clit a particularly rough rub before he took his fingers out of your pussy.

You looked at him, trying to catch your breath. Charles’s eyes were filled with lust. He pulled your dress over your head and dropped it on the floor. His hand disappeared behind your back and expertly unclasped your bra, letting it fall from your chest. He grabbed your arm and pulled you inside of the shower with him. He pinned you against the shower wall, kissing you hungrily. You moaned against his lips.

“I’ve wanted this since the day we met.” Charles admits breathlessly against your lips.

“Oh yea?” You say.

Charles turns your body around, pushing the front of your body against the shower wall. He kisses along your shoulders, up to your neck. His teeth bit down hard enough to mark you up. You gasped when you felt his hard cock against your ass cheek. His precum smeared against your skin.

“You feel what you do to me, darling?” His voice is husky. “You make my cock so hard.” He says in almost a whisper, grinding his cock against your ass for some relief.

He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it a couple times before rubbing it against your pussy, his tip bumping your clit, making you moan.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you and I will.” He says huskily.

“I- oh!” You paused when his tip circled your entrance. “I want you to fuck me, Charles.” You tell him. “Make me feel so good.” You say.

“I’ll make you feel so fucking good, princess.” He says.

A gasp left your lips when Charles thrusted his whole cock in your pussy. You didn’t realize he was this big. The stretch of his cock entering your pussy hurt a little, but it also felt good. You braced yourself by putting your hands flat on the shower wall as he started thrusting. His thrusts were hard and fast, but also loving. Charles’s hands were on your hips, bringing you back with his thrusts. He looked down, watching his cock thrust in and out of your pussy, covered in your slick.

“Fuck…” Charles moans at the sight.

Your moans were like music to his ears. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, your back against the front of his body. Your head fell back against his shoulder, letting the pleasure take over your body.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He admits.

“Mmm yea?” You hummed, your eyes fluttering shut.

“I’ve been watching you for a while.” He tells you. “You walking around the house in cute little dress. The way you bend over the kitchen table when you’re wiping it down after breakfast.” He lists off. “You make the littlest things innocent and dirty.” He breathes huskily against your skin.

You didn’t even care that he just admitted that he’s basically stalking you. Frankly, you couldn’t care less that he’s been watching you. To be honest, you like the attention he’s been giving you lately. It’s the most attention you’ve gotten in a while.

“I bet you’re enjoying this as much as me, aren’t you, honey?” He whispers huskily in your ear. “My cock deep in your pussy.” He says, kissing just below your ear.

You opened your mouth to say something, but a moan came out instead. Your mind was invaded by the dirtiest thoughts of what Charles could do to you. Pleasure taken over your body.

Charles’s free hand snaked up the front of your body, wrapping his hand around your throat, but not choking you. You let out a moan, loving the feeling of his hand on your throat. It turned you on even more. His other hand found its way to your clit, applying pressure and began rubbing it. Your pussy clenched around his cock, feeling his fingers on your clit.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned more in a whimper. “Charles…” You say breathlessly.

“Yes, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.” Charles says in almost a whisper.

“I-” You weren’t sure what you were even begging for, but all you know is that you wanted more. “More!” You finally said.

“You want more, darling?” His voice is a little raspy. “I’ll give you more.” He says.

His fingers applied more pressure to your clit as he rubbed it faster. Your clit was beginning to feel sensitive, but you didn’t really care at the moment. You just wanted to enjoy the feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit. He also sped up his thrusts. You could feel every vein of his cock rubbing along your walls.

Your legs started to shake a little due to the amount of pleasure you were receiving. You pressed your hands firmer against the shower wall to keep yourself from falling. Charles’s hand left your throat to wrap around your waist as soon as your knees buckled. His cock found your sweet spot with ease, hitting it repeatedly. That caused your orgasm to build up.

“Charles, I- mmm fuck! I’m going to cum!” You tell him. “Please let me cum!” You begged.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He says huskily.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your toes curled against the shower floor as you came on his cock. Charles fucked you through your orgasm and gave your clit one last rub before focusing on his own orgasm.

“Good girl.” Charles praises breathlessly. “Such a good girl for me.” He praises again.

He almost lost rhythm with his thrusts, but quickly regained it. A curse word left his lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. His cock stayed inside of you as the two of you caught your breath. His arm remained around your waist to hold you up. You leaned your forehead against the shower wall, enjoying the cool feeling of it against your heated skin.

“Looks like I got myself a cute little maid all to myself now.” Charles says, breaking the silence as he kissed along the skin of your shoulder.

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

-Bucky’s Doll

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕰𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝕲𝖔 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖉

𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜 𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞��� 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎.

𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚡𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎.

Relationship: Charles Blackwood x female!reader

Words: ~1.4k

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!! explicit language, explicit sexual content (non-con, public sex, unprotected vaginal sex, marking), horror elements, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: my muse is awake and thriving?! Anyway, enjoy the creepy ghost sex, y’all. More monsters to come

You smiled as your maid of honor helped you do up the last of the buttons on your grandmother’s wedding gown, turning when she was finished and basking in the “oohs” and “ahs” of your bridal party. Everything was so perfect. The manor was beautiful and it really was the vintage wedding of your dreams.

But something still felt off. An occasional shiver would travel up your spine and you felt as though you were being watched. No matter how much you told yourself it was nothing, the feeling wouldn’t go away, causing you to look over your shoulder and your smile to falter. You thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye and tried to move your head quickly to get a better look, but whatever it was was gone.

Charles was enjoying setting you so on edge. Ever since you first came to his manor, his home, trying to decide if this was where you wanted to celebrate your love for your nothing of a fiancé, he had wanted you. You looked exactly like her, especially now that you were wearing her dress, and since he couldn’t have her when he was alive, maybe now he could have you while he was dead. In fact, there were quite a few things he could do whilst dead that he never would have dreamed of while he was alive.

Emboldened by the fact that neither you nor any of your bridesmaids could see him, Charles glided forward, ignoring the other women and focusing all his attention on you. When you shivered at his proximity he grinned wickedly, eager to see what other reactions he might be able to elicit from you.

The feeling of an ice cold finger dragging down the side of your neck made you gasp, your bridesmaids asking you what was wrong and only shrugging when you said it was nothing. You must have been going crazy, that was the only explanation for this. All of a sudden the finger turned into a hand that was gripping and massaging your breast, making you gasp again but only able to offer your bridesmaids a shake of your head when they inquired about your wellbeing. A second hand joined the first in fondling your breasts and you whimpered under your breath, swearing that you heard a lascivious groan in your ear and the chilly breath of some eerie presence on the back of your neck.

You suddenly realized that whatever was happening to you, it was making you wet, so wet you were worried about it soaking through your panties and staining your dress. Fortunately it was time for the procession, so you stood up to make your way to the hall where your ceremony would be taking place. Your hope that perhaps these odd sensations would cease once you left the bridal suite was quickly dashed, one of the freezing hands moving from groping your breasts to squeezing your ass. It was all you could do not to start crying, confusion and arousal making your head feel fuzzy as you stumbled after your bridal party and tried to keep your smile on your face.

Charles had never felt so elated in either life or death. He knew he was torturing you, but he didn’t care, groaning again when he smelled your pussy getting wetter and wetter. You were so soft and warm under his dead hands, your body more responsive than he could have ever dreamed. When he felt your nipple hardening under his fingers he gave it a pinch, tugging on it gently and chuckling again when you whined and squirmed for him.

It took everything in him not to grow even more bold before you had reached the hall. For everything he wanted to do to you, he also wanted an audience. The doors opened and he waited alongside you, his cock throbbing when he smelled your neck as your bridesmaids made their way down the aisle.

When you spotted your fiancé you finally forgot about all the strange things that had been happening to you for just a moment, smiling at how handsome he looked and beginning to make your way towards him so you could be joined as man and wife. Then you heard a tearing sound, and all the beautiful antique buttons that had decorated the back of your grandmother’s wedding dress scattered around you while everyone in attendance gasped. Suddenly you were on the floor and screaming, trying to bat away invisible hands as they tore at your ruined gown and delicate lingerie until your breasts were exposed to everyone in attendance.

They were all frozen, horror gripping them and keeping them from helping you as you pleaded and begged for whatever was happening to you to stop. Something was between your legs and your screams became even more frantic, your body thrashing wildly even as you were pinned down by some invisible force. It was pushing your skirt up your legs and you wailed, choking on your tongue when your cry was suddenly muffled by what felt like a freezing cold pair of lips. The utter shock allowed for your panties to be ripped off and discarded, and then your ghostly assailant was inside you.

Your cunt was so tight and warm Charles almost came on the spot. Instead he just roared with pleasure, a sound that every living being in attendance heard and was made to cower. He didn’t care about them, though, except for the fact that he wanted them to watch him fuck you into oblivion. Bruises were already raising on your breasts and the insides of your thighs from the brutality of his assault on you, and that just made him fuck into you even harder, ramming his cock as deep as it would go and grinding against your clit so you knew that he was giving you pleasure that you had never thought existed.

He reveled in the knowledge that your fiancé had a perfect view of your pussy stretched wide open around his invisible cock, loving that the poor man could see every ripple and flutter of your internal muscles when his violent movements wrenched an orgasm from your tormented body without warning. You even squirted everywhere, making a mess that Charles would have licked up if he still had the ability. For now he just settled for kissing you again as he continued to fuck you, swallowing your sobs and whimpers as your body quivered underneath him.

You had never felt more miserable or humiliated in your entire life. Every member of your family and all of your friends were witnessing you being assaulted by some spectral being and still your body betrayed you again and again. When your second orgasm took you you had to shut your eyes, silently praying that this was a nightmare and that soon you would wake up. But you knew it was futile. This was impossible, but it was real.

How could you ever look your fiancé in the eyes again? Knowing that he had seen you so utterly debased and used. And the man did nothing to stop it, just stood there and watched as pleasure was wrung out of your helpless body. It made you almost hate him even though all you wanted was for him to hold you and tell you everything was going to be alright. You knew it never would, though, not when every important person in your life had to watch you be completely and utterly degraded for the amusement of some spirit.

After your fourth orgasm Charles couldn’t hold back any longer, looking over his shoulder and laughing at the look of horror on your fiancé’s face as he started to pump his cum inside you. He knew how strange it must feel, so cold and thick as it coated your inner walls. And it would always stay with you, that small piece of him like a piece of ice that was piercing your heart and sticking to the most intimate part of you. As soon as he was finished he withdrew, sighing as he floated towards the ceiling and ignoring the sounds of your wretched cries as everyone suddenly broke from their terrified spell and rushed to your aid. He had finally gotten everything that he wanted, and he knew that you would never forget him.

[punemy-spotted]

A Family Sleepover, Down in the Valley

It’s been about two years since I first wrote Dead Trees Like Lavender Fields, and the town of Bell’s Holler was born. I know it’s not quite the actual anniversary — I’m pretty sure that passed — but I want to celebrate anyway! I’ve missed the Valley, and I’ve missed y’all being a part of the Family. I’m excited to add more stories to the universe, talk lore and what-ifs, and in general get spooky with it. 

As such, from now until my birthday on August 19, 2023, I am opening up my inbox to all manner of Valley-related things, including the following:

Seven Sentence Somedays: Send em an ask with a fluffy, smutty, or hurt/comfort prompt of your choice + any CE, SebStan, or other character listed below. You might just get a lore drop or bring out hidden ideas for a Valley-related story!

Hainted Headcanons: Got questions about  the true name of Bell’s Holler or what it really means to be Green? Wanna know about your favorite Babe and who they are in the Valley — Agent of the Inner Dark, Guardian of the Gren, or somethin’ more besides? Curious about each story’s individual Reader and who they might be? Send an ask! Hainted Headcanons are more in-depth explorations of the world this Alternate Appalachia and the people living and shaping it.

Moodboard Minin’: If you know me, you know I love a good Moodboard and you know I love an excuse to make ‘em. Send me a request and I’ll put together a moodboard for a possible Valley-verse story, or even an alternate story for an existing Valley character!

Asks will be responded to on a rolling basis, to the best of my ability! Thank all of you for being here with me!

Current Members of the Valley-Verse

Steve Rogers — Glory, Amen

Bucky Barnes — Dead Trees like Lavender Fields

Sam Wilson — Company Property (TBA)

Ari Levinson — A Worthy Grave

Curtis Everett — Sixteen Tons (coming soon!)

Possible (Future) Members of the Valley-Verse

Charles Blackwood

Jake Jensen

Andy Barber

Lloyd Hansen

Ransom Drysdale

Helmut Zemo

Lee Bodecker

I’m tagging some moots who showed interest in the Valley-verse and associated fics, including my stalwart beloved @brandycranby. As always, I love you and thank you for being here!!!

Tagging: @iwannabekilledtwice; @boxofbonesfic; @wordywarriorwrites; @patzammit; @valhalla-kristin; @sanfransolomitatm; @professorrw; @chipilerendi; @biiskuitx; @hope-to-hell; @toozmanykids; @imanuglywombat; @caffiend-queen; @federalchickensoup; @mansaaay; @ccmarvelxx; @hallecarey1; @justile; @kuranes-12; @hotnmad;

[i-am-true-believer]

Hello sweet readers, my fellow fanfiction lovers. My late night scrollers, my mid day day dreamers, my sunrise few. I have a little hypothetical for you, so please bare with me, I promise theres a point to this. Imagine Tumblr is a very large building with many, many rooms. And when you walk in theres doors and hallways and different wings and branches. Rooms for different fanfictions, different tropes, different worlds, characters, universes. And there are some doors that are perfectly well kept. They look like they have never been touched. You can tell theres things there but those arent your rooms, not your doors. And there are others where the carpets are wearing in the front of them from a well trodden path. Where you can see that they're well-loved and well kept and behind those doors, are your comfort characters, waiting for you.

They wait for you there. They're so excited when they hear the front door open. They just know you're coming to them. They want to see how they'll fall in love. Or how you'll fall in love or how you'll meet again. They want to know the adventures you're going to have, the stories you're going to tell. They'll ask how your day was, what your fears are. They are ready and waiting for you. That's how I see Tumblr. I see the other readers and writers as fellow travelers in and out of doors. We pass each other, and we smile and wave. We may make a comment or two, but it's safe. Here it is the safest place we could be in. I don't know if everybody else uses Tumblr this way, but I feel like there's a lot of us. We come here looking for safety and comfort, acceptance and love, and things that we can't get from everyday life. So I just want you to know that every time you open those doors, your comfort character wakes up and is ready for you. They're waiting for you, and no matter what is going on in everyday life, they love you, and you are not alone.

You are worthy, you are important, you matter, and you are loved. If not by people in your everyday life, then by your comfort characters and by me. I adore you and I hope that you will do everything possible to stay. It's not a bad life, it's just a bad time right now. Things will get better. And no, it doesn't seem that way right now, but I was there. I was in that dark place and comfort characters were one of the only things that helped me, that kept me going. Please don't give up, we need you here. Your favorite author would realize when you stop reading or when you stop commenting, your readers would miss your writing.

I feel a need to keep doing these posts because i have a hope that each one helps at least one person and thats enough for me.

So I want you to take a deep breath, breathe in and out. Relax your shoulders, remove your tongue from where it's pressed to the roof of your mouth. Take a drink of water, and continue your scrolling.

You are important here. The world would be so much darker without you and I hope tomorrow is better than today. I hope you find the fan fiction you need. Whether it is enemies to lovers, found family, The one bed trope, A/B/O, whatever it is, I hope it helps. I hope you have a place to escape to and I hope you know you are safe here. If you need a friend, i am more than willing to be that friend I will listen. Tell me about your favorite fan fictions. Tell me about life, tell me about your family, tell me about anything you need. Enjoy your scrolling, dear one. I hope tonight or this morning or whenever youre reading this is better than yesterday. I hope this makes life a little easier. You matter. You are important You are loved.

Your comfort character believes in you and so do I, we will always believe in you, and I will always be a safe plan to land. From the very, very happy girl on tumblr who was once a very, very sad girl who thought the world Was a little too dark and a little too scary. Who almost gave up and who's so glad she didn't.

❤️💛True Believer ❤️💛

[yanderemcu]

Yandere Charles Blackwood headcanoes

*Charles is dominant

*Charles is a possessive, isolating and insane yandere

*Charles love language is gifts

*Charles is 90% a yandere

*Charles uses hunny,love and princess as his pet names

*He is always touching you

*He leaves you alone instead of comforting you

*He wants 5 kids in the future

*Constance makes the meals

*Charles is straight

*Charles waits 2 years before proposing

*FAMILY PERFECT LIFE

*Charles likes the idea of a nice expensive dinner as his dream date

*Charles favorite spot to kiss you is your thighs

*Charles uses spanking as his punishment

*Charles is a brutal and ruthless killer

*Very possessive,dominant and controlling

*Lots of baths and sex

*Constance does all the housework

*FAMILY

Charles Blackwood-"You are mine hunny. "

[late-to-the-party-81]

Thanks for reading and reblogging 🥰

It can’t rain all the time

A/N: this is my entry for @boxofbonesfic and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Triple D challenge. It was supposed to be a smutty one shot. It turned into a 7k story with angst and fluff before the smut. It is the longest one shot I’ve ever written. Oh well!!

It goes without saying that minors should not read this! And please, read the warnings!!

Beta’d by the lovely @sgt-seabass

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Pairings: Reader x Ex Husband!Charles Blackwood, Reader x Frank Castle

Word count: approx 7k

CW: Gaslighting, Emotional manipulation, Financial manipulation, Domestic Violence, Rape (mentioned but not described in detail), Assault, minor injury, minor first aid, sharing a bed, breast/chest worship, marking, face sitting, PinV sex, Soft Pleasure Dom! Frank Castle, Protective!Frank Castle (he’s a warning), fluff and angst.

“You’ll be back baby and you know it! Ain’t gonna find anyone else that’s as good as me, ya hear! I’m talking to you, bitch!”

You hurried down the street with as much aplomb as you could muster, considering you were dragging a suitcase, carrying a holdall and your absolute cretin of a husband, hopefully soon to be ex, was shouting at you from the doorway of the brownstone that had been your home for the last two years. You saw the neighbours peering out of the windows and passers-by suddenly looking in other directions as you hurried through the sheeting rain.

With everything you were carrying you couldn’t manage an umbrella as well, so by the time you made it two blocks away, out of his sight, and raised your hand to hail a cab, you were drenched. Then, because the universe had a perverse sense of humour, or because it was raining, all of those in sight already had passengers. You tried to shelter under one of the cultivated trees on the sidewalk, sticking your arm out in vain at every passing flash of yellow. As the rain beat down, you wondered, how had it got to this?

You’d met your husband, Charles, three years ago, when he’d had a business meeting with one of the managers of the company you worked at. He was charming and charismatic and a lot of the ladies (and some of the men) in the office had swooned over him as he’d walked between the cubicles to the meeting room. His slate blue eyes and chestnut hair, tips bleached lighter by the sun, had captivated you, and when those eyes had connected with your own, and he had smiled at you, you’d felt your heart skip a beat.

When you came back from lunch the meeting had ended and he’d left the building, but there, propped on your keyboard was a business card, with his name and number on it, and on the back a scribbled message.

Le Bernadin, Friday, 8pm. Hope to see you there.

Presumptuous? Yes. Hot? Also, yes.

Charles had swept you off your feet with sumptuous dinners and expensive gifts. He made you feel as though you were the only girl in the world. After a whirlwind six months he proposed, and you said yes. You’d moved into his home when you became Mrs Blackwood.

Looking back, it had started to go downhill almost straight away, but you hadn’t noticed at the time.

He gave you praise when you did something he approved of but ignored you at best, and snapped at you at worst, when it was the other way. Dinner ready when he got home? Well then you were an angel, his best girl. Running late due to computer issues and then the subway being rammed? All you got then was a grunt, and a clipped enquiry about when you were going to have food on the table. It didn’t help that the sex was great, and he used it to distract you. As soon as you’d start to probe about his attitude he’d apologise, pull you into his arms and kiss you senseless before taking you to bed, making you scream his name.

A year into your marriage and you’d given up your job. You didn’t need it with the money Charles earned in his. It gave you more down time to relax, do the house up how you wanted and keep your husband sweet. He was so loving at that point, his moods reduced. He bought you more gifts and developed an obsession with getting you pregnant.

It had seemed so sweet.

The only times he’d got cross had been on the rare occasion you’d gone out with your girlfriends, coming home slightly tipsy. Never drunk because Charles didn’t like you drunk.

“Those gal-pals of yours are a bad influence, darling. The way they act they’re gonna get into trouble, and if you’re with them, you’ll be in it too. Don’t wanna see you get hurt darling. Just want you here with me, all nice and safe.”

Maybe it would have been different if you had become pregnant? But then again, maybe you would have still felt the way you do, the love disappeared, turned to fear and loathing, but with the added complication of trying to leave with a child in tow?

Every month, when your period had come, your loving husband would disappear. To start with, Charles would become sullen and uncommunicative, but over the last twelve months the comments had begun, disguised at first as teasing, but getting more and more vindictive as time went on. He blamed you for the lack of conception, that much was clear. You went to see your doctor, had tests done, but she could find no reason on your end why it wasn’t working, and before you could look at other routes, such as ICSI and IVF, Charles would need to have his own tests.

This had proven to be the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak. You’d brought it up with him last night - was it only last night? - when he’d got home from work. You’d expected some grumpiness from him, knowing that he would see the suggestion it might be him as an attack on his masculinity.

You hadn’t expected him to explode.

To scream at you.

To push you.

To slap you.

To rape you.

You’d passed out on the bed having cried yourself to sleep, and when you had finally woken he was gone, off to work as though your whole world hadn’t just come crumbling down. You might not have many friends left, and no close family, but you knew now to cut your losses. You’d shoved your way into some clothes, not bothering to wash, knowing in the back of your mind your body bore evidence you might need, before flinging your few prized possessions and a handful of clothes into a suitcase and duffel. Charles appeared at the door just as you were leaving, having decided to come home early to “care for my wife who is feeling a bit under the weather.”

It was only his shock that you were actually leaving that allowed you to push past him, out onto the street and blessed freedom.

Finally, a cab stopped for you, you made it to a hotel and called the police.

10 Months later

You should have expected it really. It was going to take a lot more than a rape and assault charge, along with divorce proceedings, to stop Charles from pestering you. He had money, and influence, so it wasn’t surprising that the charges hadn’t stuck, but you couldn’t regret trying. You’d cited irreconcilable differences in your divorce petition, and because you were the one to leave, it was looking likely that any settlement would be meagre, despite the fact that you’d left your job for him. His lawyer was making it look as though you had chosen the role of a housewife of your own volition, revelling in the fact you didn’t need to work. Charles was also dragging his feet with it all. Only complying with the filing of various paperwork right at the last minute. At least your therapy was helping you recover.

As you traipsed upstairs to your third-floor apartment, situated in an unassuming building in Hell’s Kitchen, your exhaustion at the whole situation gnawed at you. That’s probably why you didn’t realise that someone was following you up the stairs, half a turn behind. You were fumbling with your key when a pair of hands slapped down onto your door, either side of your head. You spun to find Charles stood right there, caging you in.

“Hey darling. Miss me?”

“Piss off Charles.”

“Is that any way to speak to your loving husband?”

You snorted in disgust.

“Charles, you never loved me, you proved that. And you are soon to be my ex-husband.”

“Aaaw, baby. You can’t really mean that. You can’t really enjoy living here of all places. And I know that you’ve not been seeing anyone since you had your little tantrum and left….” His hand moved so he could trail his knuckles down your cheek. “Bet you missed how good I can make you feel…”

You shivered at his touch, your stomach rolling.

“Yeah, I miss you like a hole in the head. And it wasn’t a little tantrum. You hit me and you raped me, and you fucking know it.”

“Ah-ah, not according to the courts. We just had a marital tiff, that you took too far the next day after you regretted our…rather vigorous…make-up sex.”

God, you thought you were going to be sick, although if it was going to be all over his shoes and suit it might be worth it.

You couldn’t hide the way your body trembled. He was taller than you, and although slim, it was all lean muscle. He’d beaten you once and you both knew he could do it again. You clutched your keys in your hand, trying to work out if you were brave enough to hit him with them if you needed to.

Unfortunately, the jangling caught his attention. He plucked them out from between your fingers easily, sliding the correct key into the lock on the first try. Terror ran through you then. You were relatively safe, out here in the hallway, but if he managed to get you inside your apartment then he’d have you trapped.

Your eyes darted to the side, and you could see the light seeping out from underneath the door just down the hall and to the right. You’d never met that neighbour, but even if it was just a little old lady, surely Charles wouldn’t make that much of a scene in front of a witness. With all the speed you could muster, you ducked under his arm and made a break for it. Your knuckles had barely scraped the wood of the door, when you felt an excruciating pain in your scalp, as Charles grabbed your hair and pulled you back, a sneer twisting his handsome features

“Tsk, tsk,darling. You know I like to make it interesting but adding a third party is not on the programme. Now be a good girl, like I know you can be, and get inside.”

“Fuck off!”

You attempted to stamp on his instep whilst trying to free yourself from the painful grip he had on you. Charles looked at you, condescendingly, when all of a sudden he froze, face dropping. You barely had time to wonder what had caused it when you heard a deep voice from behind you.

“I think the lady wants you to let her go.”

You twisted slightly to look, but all you could see was a muscled chest encased in a black t-shirt. Your neighbour by all accounts.

“Look, pal. She’s my wife and we’ve just got a couple of things to talk about, so back off, yeah?”

Charles' voice might have been full of bravado, but you could hear the undercurrent of worry. He wasn’t feeling in charge of this situation. It was obvious your neighbour was taller and bigger built, even if you couldn’t see him properly.

“The fact that she knocked on my door, looks terrified and you have a death grip on her hair tells me she doesn’t wanna talk to you, husband or no. So, I say again, let her go.”

“Or what? This is none of your business so just go back in…Aagghh!”

Charles’ tirade broke off with a scream and the horrible sound of bone grinding against bone. The pressure on your scalp was gone and you blinked tears out of your eyes to see him cradling his wrist and stepping back, eyes wide in fear.

“You’re a fucking psycho. You’ll be hearing about this!”

“Good for you pal. I’ll be waiting and quakin’ in my boots.”

With a last glare at you, Charles spun on his heel, still holding his aching wrist and vaulted down the stairs.

You let out the breath you hadn’t even realised you’d been holding, eyes focussing on your keys, swinging from your door where Charles had abandoned them in his attempt to get hold of you. You felt your neighbour take a step away from you, his presence no longer shadowing you and you turned to thank him.

You tipped your head up, and then further up. Damn the guy was huge, and looking at his rugged features, the obviously ‘broken at some point’ nose and the close-cropped hair, it was no wonder Charles had been running scared. To be honest, if you’d seen him yourself for the first time on a cold dark night, heck, even a warm one, you’d probably have crossed to the other side of the street. His whole body screamed ‘danger’, even though, in this moment, you knew that with him here, you were safe.

“Th..Thanks,” you stuttered. “He’s an insufferable prick who obviously doesn’t like to hear the word no.”

“Any time, no worries. I don’t like guys who act like that. You have any trouble like that again, just knock, or holla. I’m usually in.”

He turned to leave, to go back inside his apartment, but you stopped him with a tentative touch to his arm.

“I..um…what’s your name? You know, as we’re neighbours? I’m Y/N.”

A small smile split his face, and a strange feeling came over you.

“I’m Frank. Nice t’meetcha, and hopefully I’ll see you around, but in better circumstances. Bye.”

“Bye, Frank.”

You stepped back to your doorway but couldn’t help but take one last look at him as he stepped through his, both of you watching the other as you closed your doors.

After meeting Frank that first time, it seemed as though the universe now wanted to throw you both together. The next time you saw him was in the laundry room later that week, both of you waiting for your wash cycles to finish so you could move your stuff over to a dryer. You weren’t in there with him for very long, your machine due to finish a good ten minutes before his, but it was nice to chat to someone.

“How you doin’? Any more drama from his royal prickness?”

You snorted your amusement and he smiled in return, his chocolate-coloured eyes twinkling as he leant against one of the sorting tables.

“No, not in person. His lawyer is dragging out the divorce stuff again, as usual.”

He responded with a grunt of commiseration before your washer beeped and there were a few minutes of companionable silence as you moved your stuff over and started up the dryer.

When you turned you found he’d moved to be closer to you and you almost bounced off his impressive chest. You swallowed, hard, and looked up at him.

“Well, um, I’ll see you around Frank.”

“See you around…”

He looked down at you, his gaze capturing yours for a heartbeat, before he stepped back, and you slipped past him. It took everything in your power to walk normally. Something about him just… you weren’t even sure. It wasn’t fear… but it was close… maybe?

The next time you saw him was at the coffee shop down the street from the apartment. You’d decided to stop in as a treat to yourself, after a busy day scoping out new employment opportunities and handing out your CV to appropriate places. It was hard to explain the two-year gap and why you had left your previous employment to someone you didn’t know on the off chance they would give you a job.

But you don’t get anything without asking, so you were rewarding yourself for actually putting yourself out there. It had started to rain - wasn’t it always raining? - and stopping for a coffee was cheaper than a cab; you needed to start saving your pennies now your meagre savings were dwindling.

You’d just collected your ridiculous hazelnut latte with extra whipped cream from the counter, searching for a seat, when you saw a familiar form sat at a small table in the corner.

“Room for one more?”

Frank looked up from where he was scrolling through his phone with his right thumb, his left hand around a mug of black coffee.

“For you neighbour? Always.”

You slid into the seat opposite him and took a sip of your drink. He looked at you and smirked, before his hand snaked out and a calloused thumb wiped a blob of cream off your nose. You started to giggle back, but the sound died in your throat as you watched him suck his thumb into his mouth, ridding it of the sweet foam. When you drew your gaze away from his plump mouth it was to catch his eyes, that signature twinkle back in them.

“What you been up to?”

You shook your head slightly, breaking out of your daze.

“Um…handing out CV’s. With the divorce taking so long, I need to get back into employment. Although, I’m not holding out my hopes for the settlement, either, but just being finally free of Charles will be a godsend. I just hope once it’s done, he finally accepts it. I’m glad he’s not come back to the apartment, but I hate him knowing where I live.”

“That bad, huh? I mean, it looked quite bad the other day, you know…”

So, you told him your sorry tale, his face getting stonier as you got towards the end of the story.

“If I ever see him set foot near the apartment, I swear I will break his face and he’ll be happy about it! Fuck sweetheart! Jeez. I’m just glad you got away from him though.

“Yeah, away from him, but jobless, in my mid-thirties, wondering what to do with my life.”

He smiled at you again, the skin around his eyes crinkling in a way that made your heart flutter.

“Hey, you’re not old, by any stretch. Still got the best bits of your life to live. And just think, you’re more mature, know exactly what you like and don’t like. No one will think you’re a pushover next time round.”

You smiled back at him.

“You’re a good friend, Frank.”

“Is that what we are? This is the longest we’ve talked.” He was still smiling, so you knew he was teasing. “I know what, let’s go get something to eat and have a few beers. I’ve got nothing better to do this evening.”

“Sheesh Frank, make it sound as though you want to spend time with me, why don’t cha?”

He playfully elbowed you in the arm.

“Come on sweetheart. Rain’s stopped and I know a great Chinese place down the road.”

“Lead on my gallant knight!”

It was silly, but maybe silly is what you needed? Halfway there the rain started up again and you both had to run for it, coats held above your heads as you attempted to keep yourself dry. You burst through the door of the restaurant, the pair of you laughing. At least with his short hair Frank looked less like a drowned rat than you. A server quickly ushered you both to a table, even managing to find a small towel for you so you could rub a bit at the moisture in your hair.

Frank was right of course about the place. The food was good, the beers cold, but for you, it was the company that was the best. The pair of you laughed and joked, telling stories from your childhoods. He was fairly tight-lipped about his job, mumbling that he was a ‘private contractor’, and the only other low point in the conversation was when he revealed he was a widower. The way that the shutters came down over his face told you not to probe any further. It was his tale to tell, if he ever wanted to. By the time the meal came to an end you were relaxed, and possibly - probably - a bit tipsy from the three beers you’d had.

Walking outside you were glad to see the rain had stopped. The clouds had cleared somewhat so it was probably a safe bet that the walk home would be dry. You wobbled a bit as you started to walk, causing Frank to chuckle before tucking your arm in the crook of his. You felt blood rush to your face and prayed he couldn’t feel the heat radiating off your cheeks.

“So, sweetheart, what’s on the to-do list tomorrow for you then?”

“Oh, nothing much. Laundry, bit more scouring the internet for job opportunities, maybe a bit of reading and box set binging. It’s gonna be strange when I do get back to work, having been out of it for so long. But it’ll be good, I’m sure. The chance to meet and connect with new people.”

He hummed in response, but you were getting tired now, and not really paying attention.

When you reached your apartment building you were glad you had Frank with you. You tripped and giggled a bit up the stairs. Frank had untangled your arm from his and guided you with his large hands on your shoulders. You could feel the heat of them through your sodden jacket, aware of his large body behind you as you mounted the stairs. There was a stirring in the pit of your stomach, an almost forgotten feeling, which was blooming with every step.

Desire.

The realisation almost stopped you short, causing you to stumble and Frank to bump into your back. It had been so long since you’d felt it. Hadn’t since…that night. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing your brain not to link how you were feeling now with that awful experience. Frank, oblivious to your internal turmoil, steered you the last turn up onto the landing.

“Here we are. Didn’t expect you to be such a lightweight, sweetheart.”

His deep chuckle sent darts of heat to your core.

You managed to find your keys, and unlocked your door, but before you entered you turned to face him. He smiled down at you, a crooked but kind smile, his eyes dancing in the low hallway light. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your cheek up to his damp t-shirt. He was startled a bit by the impromptu hug, but quickly recovered and wrapped his large arms around you in return. He was warm and it felt safe to be wrapped up in him, being held tight against his broad firm chest. You’d never felt so small, and yet so protected. You tilted your head to look up at him, leaning slightly away from his chest so you didn’t go cross-eyed.

“Thank you for being my friend, Frank.”

Then, before you could over-think what you were doing, you moved one of your hands to the back of his neck, feeling the short hairs beneath your fingers, and drew his head down as you raised up on your toes, pressing your lips to his. In a heartbeat, he slid a hand up to cradle the back of your head and deepened the kiss. His lips were plump, but also slightly chapped and you felt the roughness as they mapped your own. Your hands moved to grasp the lapels of his coat, unsure whether you were stabilising yourself or pulling him closer or both. You sighed into him, enjoying your first intimate contact in almost a year.

He pulled away from you gently, his smile softer, and he cupped your cheek in his calloused palm.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Frank.”

A loud thump, and the sound of a man swearing under his breath woke you from your slumber.

It had been a week since your evening with Frank, and you had barely seen him, one of you always rushing to or from somewhere. You’d been thinking of inviting him over for dinner and a few drinks, maybe a film, just to relax for an evening. You could no longer deny you were attracted to him and part of you wanted to see where this would lead. He obviously wasn’t indifferent to you.

Another thump, louder this time, and you pinpointed the noise as coming from the hallway. There were only three apartments on this floor, and considering it was 2.30am, and the fact that the grunts were male, you didn’t think it was Mrs Kratz coming back in from a night on the tiles with her knitting group.

It could be an intruder, but if it were, surely Frank would have come out from his apartment to investigate. Therefore, it was likely the culprit was Frank himself. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry, so as you moved to your door, you grabbed the baseball bat you kept for your own protection.

You peered out of the peephole, but weren’t able to discern anything more, so, carefully, you slid back the deadbolt and opened your door. There was Frank, leant against the wall at the top of the stairs. Blood trickled down his face from a cut near his eyebrow. His knuckles were grazed, and he was clutching at his ribs.

“Frank!” You dropped your bat onto the floor and ran over to him, nudging your smaller body under his free arm to try and prop him up.

“Come on big guy, help me here. Let’s get you inside, and I’ll try patch you up.”

He grunted in response, and you could see pain glazing his eyes. The pair of you staggered into your apartment; there was no way that you’d get him down to his. You considered setting him down on your couch, but he was so big there was no way he’d be able to lie down on it, and you wanted room to check his injuries. You wondered how he had been injured but pushed your interest in that away; that could come later.

It was a bit awkward, but you finally managed to get you both across your small living space and into your bedroom. Frank basically tipped himself off you to flop down onto your bed, wincing as he landed, feet hanging off the end.

“Right, let’s see what we’re working with here. You gotta help me.”

You pulled the hem of his t-shirt out of the waist of the black combat pants he was wearing and pushed it up until it bunched under his armpits. There was a mottled bruise firming across the right side of his ribs, along with some scrapes and abrasions.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Prob’ly just bruised. Definitely not broken.”

He shifted, going to stand up, but you placed your hand on his sternum and pushed him back down.

“At least let me wash and wrap them, okay?”

His eyes closed, but you saw a small nod, so, grabbing your first aid kit from your bathroom, you cleaned off the small cuts, and then, awkwardly, wrapped a bandage around his ribs. You then turned your attention to cut on his brow. He hissed when you cleaned it, but otherwise was silent and still. You had a couple of butterfly strips so you used those to hold the wound together. You were certain it was going to scar, but you didn’t think he was worried about things like that.

Next you grabbed a bottle of water from your fridge, thanking yourself for buying one with a sports cap, a protein bar and some aspirin. With Frank’s help, you managed to get him turned onto his good side, propped up with some pillows, and whilst he drank down the water, and took the painkillers, you managed to wrench his boots off his feet. You perched on the edge of the mattress, watching his throat move as he drank. He drained the bottle, and you took it from him, placing it on your nightstand.

“Are you okay, Frank?”

“Be right as rain in the mornin’, sweetheart. Thank you.” He took your hand in one of his large paws, giving it a gentle squeeze that made butterflies swoop in your stomach. Your tongue darted out to moisten your lip and you didn’t notice how his gaze lingered.

“Well… I… erm… I’ll go head to the sofa.” You started to shift, but his grip on your hand tightened.

“No.”

You tilted your head as you looked at him.

“No?”

Was that a slight pinking of his cheeks you saw?

“I mean… there’s enough space, I’m sure I can shuffle over a bit. And you know, what if I need your help in the night? Be easier if you’re right here?”

You couldn’t help but grin and a teasing note entered your voice.

“Is big, bad Frank saying he needs me to look after him?”

“Okay, okay, stop being a brat, and come lay down.”

You climbed onto the bed properly, and after smoothing the coverlet over the pair of you, settled down to face him, your bedside lamp casting soft light over the planes of his face.

“Goodnight, Frank.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

You closed your eyes, certain it was going to take you ages to go back to sleep, especially with Frank lying next to you, but it was mere minutes before slumber took you.

The thing overriding your senses as you woke was a firm weight, almost completely pinning your body down.

For a moment you panicked, until your memories of last night kicked in. Opening your eyes, and carefully turning your head, you confirmed that the weight was in fact Frank. You must have turned over in the night and, at some point, you had both drifted closer together. He had a large arm around your waist and a thick thigh hooked over your legs. He still had his clothes on, and the material of his pants scratched against your skin.

You shifted slightly, seeing whether you could slip out from under him, but you soon realised that the movement was a bad idea. How could you forget about what happened to a lot of men as they woke in the morning, especially if pressed up against somebody else. You tried to ignore the bulge nudging against your ass, it was a natural reaction and Frank still appeared to be asleep and unaware, but a small part of your mind went into overdrive. His fingers were pressed against your stomach, the warmth of them seeping through your thin pyjama top. How would they feel on your bare skin? You knew the skin of his hands was rough, probably from years of physical labour, nothing like Charles’ with his moisturisers and regular manicures. His leg was thick with muscle and he was currently pinning you down with just one, without any effort. Your pussy clenched involuntarily, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips.

“I’d be very grateful, sweetheart, if you could not make noises like that.”

His voice, deeper and more gravelly than usual, no doubt from sleep, sounded in your ear, and you let out a small squawk of surprise and tried to turn in his arms. However, he just held you just a little bit tighter, drawing your back against his body even further.

“And quit wrigglin’.”

You were quiet for a moment, thoughts swirling in your head.

“Erm, Frank. You gonna let me up?”

“The question, sweetheart, is whether you want me to?”

A heartbeat’s silence.

Now or never.

“No…” Your voice was barely a whisper, but apparently that’s all that was needed.

Frank moved his head so it was resting on your shoulder, his broad, misshapen nose nuzzling behind your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“Is this okay?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

The hand on your stomach moved, his fingers sneaking up under your top, so he could feel the bare flesh of your stomach. It felt better than you imagined, every callus causing a ripple of sensation as his fingers brushed gently over your skin.

“And this… Is this also okay?”

You whined and your hips canted back of their own accord, brushing against his hardness and drawing a hiss from him.

You were overcome with the need to kiss him, to have him kiss you and you struggled to turn within his embrace.

“Frank…”

He relaxed his grip and you flipped, arms going up to wind around his neck. Your gazes locked, his eyes hooded and heavy looking, before he let out a low, deep noise, somewhat like a growl, and captured your lips with his. Your first kiss had been tentative on your part, and soft on his. This kiss was nothing like that. This was passion and need and want. Now it was you who trapped him with a leg, rolling your pelvis and shuddering at the pressure on your clothed clit.

His tongue invaded your mouth, tasting you and drawing your cries into him. You needed more. Your hands skimmed down his body until they found the hem of his t-shirt and pushed it up. When your fingers brushed against his bandaged ribs, he hissed, arching back and away from you instinctively.

“Careful baby, still a bit tender.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry Frank…” You tried to scrabble off the bed, the moment apparently broken and your embarrassment kicking in, but once again, he didn’t seem keen to let you go.

“Hey, where you goin’? I said be careful, not run away.”

Oh god his smile, the things it did to you.

“You certain you want this sweetheart? You’re in charge. You tell me stop and I stop.”

“I know Frank, I want this, need to feel you.”

You moved to kneel up on the bed, and he let you go, rolling onto his back. You drew your sleep shirt over your head, and you saw his eyes darken further, only a sliver of hazel to be seen as he looked at you. His hand reached out to take hold of yours, tugging on it.

“C’m’ere gorgeous.”

You straddled his hips, careful of his bruises as he pulled you down so he could take the tip of one breast into his mouth, humming in pleasure. He gently palmed the other, his thumb swiping gently over your nipple, the roughness sending frissons of pleasure darting up your spine.

He spent an age worshipping your upper body, switching between each breast with his mouth, and sometimes kissing and nipping at your collarbone. You mewled and ground against his hardness, feeling your underwear grow damp with your arousal. When he finally released your breasts, you felt bereft, but the feeling quickly faded as he shuffled to pull his own t-shirt up over his head. In the morning light, and without the worry of his injuries distracting you, you could see just how built he was. Your hands roamed to his lightly haired pecs, and you couldn’t help but squeeze them, digging your nails in, wanting to leave your own mark on his body.

“Look atchu, sweetheart. Going all feral on me? Declarin’ your ownership, huh?”

You couldn’t answer, just attacked his chest with your mouth and your teeth, growing wetter by the second as he hissed and writhed under you. You sat back, grinning and staring at your handy-work, a litany of bruises and marks across his skin, but before you could get too smug, his arms hooked under your legs and hoisted you up, so you were straddling across his upper chest. With two quick tugs he ripped the seams of your underwear, threw the torn scrap away, and pulled you onto his face.

“Fuck!”

You screeched as his tongue wormed its way between your pussy lips and you had to grab onto the headboard for stability. His hands cupped your ass, holding you trapped against him. You’d had good head before, but Christ, never had a man just seated you on his face as though you were nothing. Frank moaned into your core, and you could feel the rumble in his broad chest reverberating under you. His hands shifted you, tilted your hips, so he could suckle on your clit. You braved a glance down to see him starting up at you, completely unabashed. Pleasure shot through you, and you started to grind down onto his face. He returned his attention to your wet hole, thrusting his tongue inside you and moving his head slightly side to side so that your clit brushed against his broad nose.

“Frank… shit… gonna cum… gonna fucking cum… oh god!”

He hummed into your core as you shook on top of him, unashamedly rutting your hips back and forth as you chased your high. As you calmed, Frank slowed the movement of his tongue, reducing it to long, leisurely licks causing aftershocks to shudder through you, and when a whimper of overstimulation left your lips, he gently moved you to sit across his chest again. You risked another look down, your eyes unfocused, and your smile goofy as the endorphin high ran through your body. He smiled that lazy smile back up at you, his face glossy with your juices.

Carefully you moved back down his body, so you could take his face in your hands and kiss him. You tasted yourself on him and you both moaned into each other. You felt his hands scrabbling behind you and you squeaked when he lifted his hips, causing you to lurch forward, but when you settled back down you realised he had pushed his pants and trunks down. His legs shuffled and shook, and you giggled into his mouth as he shed himself of the stiff fabric.

“Can you ride me baby? Betchu can. Take all this cock, and then take what you want from me?”

You took your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes closing momentarily at the thought, before you shifted further down, so you could get a look at what you were going to be working with.

Shit.

He was thick and cut, prominent veins running down his length. As you took him in with your gaze, you heard a strange noise, finally realising it was you, letting out a reedy whine.

“C’mon sweetheart, up you get. Know you can do it. That beautiful pussy was made for this, made for me, I fucking swear.”

With a hand pressed to his upper chest for balance, you raised yourself up. He took himself in his hand, holding himself upright and guided his tip towards your glistening core. You sank down slowly, feeling the wide head stretch your entrance, before suddenly popping inside. You whined again, and heard his answering growl. You bounced gently, slowly engulfing him and feeling jolts of electricity shoot up and down your spine.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

“There you go, atta girl. You almost got it.”

His gentle and tender praise, so different from Charles, made your heart beat faster, made you want to please him. You were taken by surprise when you bottomed out, feeling the roughness of his pubic hair prickling your sensitive pussy lips and clit, still swollen and throbbing. You ground your hips in a circle, revelling in the delicious stretch, your muscles clenching in reflex.

“That’s it, you got it. Now lift those hips and ride me, yeah?”

Slowly, you lifted up and felt him sliding inside you, rubbing every sensitive nerve ending, before allowing gravity to bring you back down. A small grunt was forced from you, the burn from the stretch straddling that space between pleasure and pain. Your second movement was faster and the third faster still. Frank’s hands spanned your waist, the size of them making you feel so small, helping you to ride him. You clenched around him hard on every upstroke, feeling powerful. Desirable. Sexy. A lifetime away from that woman who was so eager to please for an easy life. Who put up with degradation and emotional manipulation.

“Hey, come back to me sweetheart. Ya here with me, okay?”

Your eyes snapped open, realising you’d worried him for a moment, apparently having spaced out.

“Yeah, I’m here…” You bent down and kissed him again, rolling your hips, darts of sensation shooting through your clit from the outside and your g-spot on the inside, where he bumped and rubbed against you.

“Fuck, sweetheart. So good, so warm. And so tight. Shit. Was gonna let you do all this, but please… please I gotta fuck you.”

You nodded, but he tutted.

“Words sweetheart. Need to hear it. Need to know you’re thinking properly.”

“Yes… please Frank… I need you… need you to fuck me.”

He gripped your waist tighter and flipped you both, so he knelt up between your legs. He moved you so both your calves leant against his shoulder, away from his bruising. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding your legs together and your body close as he set up a fast pace. You shouted out in pleasure, the stimulation almost making you cry.

“Touch yourself, baby. Need you to cream on this cock.”

You hand moved, unwaveringly down to your clit, and you rubbed fast circles, knowing you wouldn’t need a lot more to finish. The other hand moved up to your breast and you palmed your flesh and plucked at your nipple. You could only moan and whimper as Frank's lips spilled praise, the pressure inside you building until it burst, your body arching, his name leaving your mouth on a scream. He fucked you through it, his own movements becoming uncoordinated, until you felt him pulse and twitch inside you, heard him moaning your name over and over as he reached his own end.

Your legs slipped from his shoulder and you rolled to your side as he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed behind you. You both lay there, panting and zoned out for a few moments, before he pulled you up against his body, pressing fervoured kisses to your shoulder and neck.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Perfect, Frank.”

“‘M never gonna let anything hurt you again. He ain’t ever gonna hurt you again.”

Your hand trailed up and down his arm, over the dark hair, and you’re sure you dozed for a while, lying all safe, until your stomach rumbled loudly, bringing you back to reality. With a giggle you got up from the bed and, tossing a smile over your shoulder, pulled Frank’s t-shirt over your head and padded into your bathroom. You quickly cleaned yourself up, and you were just brushing your hair as you stood in front of the mirror when you took a good look at the fabric covering you. It was mainly black, but had a design in white on the front. You put your brush down and pulled the material out taut with your hands. A skull design.

Oh fuck.

You recognised this symbol from the news. Frank, your neighbour, your friend and now your lover, was the vigilante known as The Punisher. Had he been out fighting crime and righting wrongs last night, when he got injured?

A sudden pounding on your front door broke you out of your thoughts. As you dashed back through your bedroom you pulled on your shorts, before opening the door.

Charles.

A bruised and battered looking Charles.

“Keep that neighbour of yours under control!”

His eyes were wide, spittle flying, as he poked you in the chest with his index finger.

“He came to my club, started punching me and the boys…”

He trailed off mid sentence and took a stumbling step backwards. Frank stood at your back, arm draped across your shoulder. A quick glance revealed he was just wearing his underwear.

“Hey, pal. How you feelin’? As you can see I’m doing just fine after that little sparrin’ match with all your buddies last night. Coulda all been avoided if you’d just agreed to stay away ‘n’ stop holding up the paperwork. And then, y’know, not had your friends all try jump me with bats. As it so happens, it was the state you guys left me that led to me bein’ here. She looked after me real good and I looked after her too.”

“You fucking creep! Taking advantage of my wife when she’s not in her right frame of mind!”

“Charles?”

You interrupted his tirade with your sweetest voice, honed from months of practice and coming back to you with sickening ease.

“You like Frank’s t-shirt? He made it himself, one of a kind!”

Initially confusion reigned on his handsome, albeit bruised, face. But you saw the moment he too recognised the emblem, looking from the skull symbol to Frank, to you and back again.

“I… um… ah… need to go see my lawyer… got some papers to sort out…yeah.. so I’ll just go…”

He spun, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste to get away.

A small smile crept across your face. No way in hell was Charles ever going to hurt you again.

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[canyouiimagine]

DO I WANNA KNOW ? | CL16 x Black! Reader

PART 1

Masterlist

✧ Paring: CEO! Charles Leclerc x CEO black!reader

✧ Warning: Mentions of cheating, no smut but some sexual tension.

✧ Summary: How far is Mr. Leclerc willing to go to get you.

✧ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own nor know these people personally. I also do not claim this to be an accurate depiction of their character. 🥰

✧ A/N: This was actually about someone else but I thought why not use Charles for this 👀. Also, English is not my first language so 👉🏾👈🏾.

It had been five years since the last time you were here.

Nothing had changed much. The same African Blackwood walls, the same wood flooring. The same lingering perfume in the halls. His perfume.

“Mr. Leclerc is ready to see you.” The receptionist told you. Five years ago, you were at her place. Which is how you knew that Mr. Leclerc enjoys coming to get his guests in Person. Matter of fact, you remember him getting angry more than once when guests were sent to his office instead of him being called to come and greet them. Sure, anything could change in 5 years, but you knew more than anyone that Mr. Leclerc was a creature of habit and that he would not be so quick to change something he had been practicing long before you even worked for him. You also knew that he was doing all of this to rile you up.

You got up and followed the receptionist towards the oh so familiar door of Leclerc’s office.

You entered and there he stood before you. Mr. Charles Leclerc in all his glory. The same luscious hair that you longed to run your fingers through. The same well-tailored suit. The same expensive Tom Ford perfume. And the same smile. A smile that used to make your day. A smile that you felt like belonged to you, and only you.

“Miss Y/L/N! I’m glad you could find the time to see me! I know you’re very busy these days.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would think his comment was genuine. But you had gotten to know him like the back of your hand. Mr. Leclerc was used to always getting what he wanted. He wanted to see you, and he made sure you had no other choice but to come to him.

“As you said, I’m very busy these days so let’s just get straight to the point. What do you want?”

He wasn’t taken aback by your rude response. He just smiled and motioned for you to sit down while he made his way around his desk to do the same.

“Leclerc has been looking into expending its horizons to fashion.” He started. But you knew better. While it is true that Leclerc was a group of the diverse ventures, the billion-euro transnational had never shown the slightest interest in anything fashion related, or in selling goods in general. Matter of fact, his family would probably have a meltdown if they knew about this. If they knew what he was willing to do to get close to you. “There are additional millions in turnover that we aren’t making by neglecting the fashion industry.”

“There are more than a hundred fashion brands to choose from in this country alone. So why go after mine?”

“There might be as many as you say but no other independent brand has your numbers, Miss Y/L/N.” He said to and smirked.

He knew how to talk himself way out of any questioning, and this was no exception. Your company was doing well, that is true. Some might even say it was doing better than most. He knew you couldn’t argue him on that. But as you said earlier, Charles is a man that knows how to get what he wants, and if your company was what he wanted, he would have just gone for it. Instead, he had gotten a formal acquision proposal sent to your office adding that if you did not agree to a meeting, he would resort to buying up company shares until you would be left with nothing.

“If my company was really what you wanted, you wouldn’t go out of your way to threaten me with a meeting Charles. What do you actually want?”

He was no longer smiling.

“Come here Y/N.” You couldn’t help myself. You did exactly as he said and made your way to stand before him. He looked you up and down and the smile that he adorned earlier was back.

You dressed up for him and he knew it.

“Sit down.” You didn’t need to ask where, you already knew “where you belonged”. It felt like a repeat that night. Except today you would be standing your ground. Today, you wouldn’t be falling for his lies. Your face hardened.

“The proposal for the acquisition better be withdrawn by tomorrow, Lee.” You said with a cold tone, before turning around to leave.

“We really did divorce Y/N.” There he went again with his lies. His comment had made you stop but you quickly regained your composure and left.

Charles was a married man. Something you wish someone had told you before you fell for him.

Hope you enjoyed it 🥹💖

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Jamie's Halloween Challenge 2023

It's almost time for Halloween and no one throws a Halloween party like Tony Stark. No expense is spared and anyone who is anyone makes an appearance at the Avengers compound for the event. Tony also loves surprises, and he has plenty for the guests at this year’s event.

You (or your OC) is there as an invited guest or maybe you work for Stark Industries. Your choice. Your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to write a sizzling Halloween story. It can be dark, scary, or just really sexy, but the goal is a smutty good Halloween read.

CHARACTERS: Reader insert or OC (your choice) x any of the established Avengers, their foes, or other important characters in the MCU. You can also select a character played by an MCU actor (i.e. Bucky Barnes or Nick Fowler, Charles Blackwood, etc.) Multiple partners are allowed. LGBTQ+ stories are welcome here.

PROMPTS: You must pick one and submit it with your character choices.

The Mysterious Neighbor: Your neighbor's house always seemed normal until Halloween night. You notice something strange and decide to investigate.

A Night in the Haunted House: I don’t know why you’re there when you’re supposed to be at the party. You tell me.

The Unusual Pumpkin Patch: One pumpkin in the local patch grows faster and looks different from the others. You take it home.

The Halloween Costume Comes to Life: Remember that episode of Buffy? You rented a costume and when you put it on, that’s who you are as long as you are wearing it.

Halloween Candy: Tony only buys the good stuff when it comes to Halloween candy. But be careful. There’s a reason there are no kids at this party. Some of the candies are a pretty potent aphrodisiac.

The Unexpected Visitor: On Halloween night, an unexpected visitor knocks at your door. It's not a trick-or-treater but something else.

The Disappearing Act: A drink at Tony’s party turns you (or your significant other) invisible for Halloween night. What do you do?

7 Minutes in… Where?: You know the game. Only when you and your significant other are locked in the closet for 7 minutes, you’re transported somewhere else.

The Frightening Feast: Tony has quite a spread at the party. Be careful. Each dish has magical properties.

The Portal in the Pumpkin: You carve one of the pumpkins Tony ordered, but this one turns out to be a portal to somewhere else...

RULES:

You must be 18 to write for this challenge and it must be legal to participate where you are.

While a smutty good story is the goal, no incest, underage characters, bestiality, or toilet kinks.

Dark stories are welcome. Bonus points if they’re scary.

Stories can be reader insert (preferable) but can be OC.

At some point in the story, your characters must attend Tony’s party, be planning to go to the party, or just come from the party. Bonus points if Tony makes an appearance, even if it’s brief.

You must send me an ask with your characters of choice and the prompt of your choice. `(Example: Steve Rogers x Reader and Halloween Candy)

Minimum word count is 1k words. The max length is up to you.

For this challenge, the fic must be brand new. No tie-ins to existing fics or series. No recycled stories.

Please add a “keep reading” function after 300 words and apply all needed warnings and labels to your fic.

You don’t have to follow me, just tag me in your posts and use the Hashtag #JamiesHalloween2023. If I don’t reblog your story within 3 days, please DM me.

DEADLINE: October 31, 2023

I haven't done one of these in a while and I don't know if anyone will want to participate so no limits on characters or prompts. Each story will be amazing.

Thank you!

THE STORIES

The Closet of Desire by @nicoline1998enilocin

Bad Moon Rising by @spectre-posts

Toys 'R' Us by @americasass81

Seven Minutes Pt 1 & Pt 2 by @anika-ann

The Past Always Catches Up by @holylulusworld

Something Else by @nekoannie-chan

Spiked Candy by @nicoline1998enilocin

Embracing the Darkness by @americasass81

The Mysterious House on Easton Avenue by @talesofadragon

Circles by @the-soulofdevil

Taste Me on Your Tongue by @autumnrose40

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Sebastian Stan works, arranged by character and type of work.

One-Shots

Something Old, Something New - Explicit - Nick Fowler x Reader - Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Events

Up A Creek | Lee Bodecker + Male Reader + Impact Play + “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” + Smut (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

Series

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing) - Justin is a minor character.

Events

COMING SOON

Events

COMING SOON

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN

FULL MASTERLIST IS HERE.

[jobean12-blog]

@targaryenvampireslayer I’ll do anything he says🤭😏thank you so much love❤️

Boys in Bed with Books (3)

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x reader

Word Count: 510

Summary: You try on something new and want to show Charles. 

Author’s Note: Back to my little series inspired by the above pic and distracting our favorite boys while they read! So for this one Charles isn’t actually in bed but in that armchair he likes so much- close enought :D I’m really enjoying these! I have two more planned and a bonus to finish with! This is also for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club All Eras theme Day! Figured Charles in the 60s worked! :) Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: teasing, Charles being a dom, cock warming, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Gif not mine: Thank you so much to @readmyselfintopeace :) 

Read the first two here: 

Part 1: Andy Barber

Part 2: Bucky Barnes 

You descend the steps slowly, the nylon fabric of your new sheer nightgown swishing back and forth against your thighs. Your bare feet don’t make any noise as you tip toe into the living room and peak over at Charles.

He’s sitting in his chair, legs spread wide and his hand perched on the arm of the chair while he reads. As you pass the mirror you smooth a hand over your hair and adjust the underwear at your hips. With a few more steps you’re standing in front of him, his eyes peering over the book to drink you in.

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[musette22]

Have you read any good fics based on Chris and Sebs movies/tv shows besides marvel?

Hmmm, you mean like, fics for ships of other characters they've played? I did do a post here at some point with lots of links to gifsets etc. here on tumblr for all sorts of Chris characters x Sebastian character ships, but fic-wise, I think it's a little trickier... Here are a couple that I could think of off the top of my head!

Knifewood (Ransom Drysdale x Charles Blackwood:

we have always lived with our knives out by buvkissteves

Called to No Account for His Crimes by Annaelle 

Andy Barber x Lance Tucker

no need to ask me by howdoyousleep

Andy Barber x TJ Hammond

Beyond a Reasonable Doubt by wintersoldier1989

Frank Adler x TJ Hammond

like a vision from the old west wind by its_tortle

cogito, ergo fuck by djchika

... and I'm sure there are more that I don't remember or just don't know about, so if anyone else wants to add some recs to this, please be my guest! Also anon, if this wasn't what you meant, please let me know! <3

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Accidental Scratch » Charles Blackwood

Pairings: Husband!Charles Blackwood x Wife!Reader

Summary: You accidentally scratch Charles’s car.

Warnings: Fluff, language, crying, kissing, pet names

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You were humming to yourself as you pushed the grocery cart to Charles’s car. Charles let you borrow his car for grocery shopping today. Normally, he goes with you, but today he didn’t. He had a project he was going to do with the house today that he wanted to get done.

As you were putting groceries in the car, you bumped the grocery cart with your side and it hit the car. You pulled the cart away from the car to look at the scratch. Your eyes widened when you seen the size of the scratch.

“Oh no…” You whispered to yourself.

You put the rest of the groceries in the car and put the cart in the cart return area. You got in the car and made your way home. The only thing on your mind is what Charles is going to think when he sees the scratch on his precious car. You had a strong feeling that he was going to be mad at you.

When you got home, you were unusually quiet as you were taking the groceries in the house and putting away. Your mind was so focused on the scratch on your husband’s car that you didn’t hear him walk in the kitchen.

“How was the store?” Charles asks.

You squeaked and jumped, turning around to see Charles going through the grocery bags to see what you bought at the store.

“It’s was fine. It wasn’t as crowded as it was last week.” You babbled.

Charles looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. You only babble when you accidentally did something you didn’t mean to do. The look on your face says it all. Your cheeks were rosy and your pupils were dilated.

“What happened, sweetheart?” He asks, leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Nothing.” You answered, lying through your teeth. “What makes you think something happened?” You asked.

“You have that look on your face when you accidentally did something you didn’t mean to do.” He says. “What happened?” He asks again.

“Nothing happened, Charles.” You answered again.

You kept glancing out the window, looking in the driveway at Charles’s car. Charles followed your gaze out the window.

“Did something happen to my car?” He asks.

“No…” You answered, lying through your teeth again.

Charles pushed himself off the edge of the counter and walked towards the door that takes you guys to the driveway.

“Where- Where are you going?” You asked nervously.

“Outside to look at my car.” Charles says.

As soon as Charles opened the door, you ran past him to his car. You covered the passengers door with your body.

“Darling, move please.” He says politely.

“No.” You said.

“Darling, move please.” He repeats. “Don’t make me say it a third time.” He says.

“No.” You said again.

Charles sighs and picks you up, moving you away from his car. His eyes widened when he seen the scratch on his car. He crouched down to get a closer look at it. He traced it with his finger. You bit your bottom lip and your eyes started to tear up, getting ready for Charles to yell at you for what you did to his car.

“Did you do this?” Charles asks, looking at you.

“I am so sorry, honey!” You apologized. “I didn’t mean to! It was an accident! My side bumped the cart and it rolled into your car!” You babbled, tearing streaming down your cheeks.

“Hey, hey. Calm down, sweetheart.” He stood up and hugged you. “I’m not mad.” He says softly.

“You’re not?” You asked, sniffing and looking up at him.

“No.” He wipes your tears away with his thumbs and caressed your cheeks gently. “It’s just a car. It’s fixable.” He says.

“It is?” You asked.

“Yes. All I have to do is put touch up paint on it and it’s good as new.” He says.

Charles pecked your lips softly before going in the garage to get red touch up paint. You watched as he carefully painted over the scratch mark on the passengers door.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized again.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, darling. It was just an accident. Stuff like this happens.” Charles says.

“Yes I do.” You said. “You love this car more than me.” You say, looking down at the ground.

Charles wiped his hands off on an old rag he found in the garage before cupping your cheeks and tilting your head up so you were looking in his blue eyes.

“Never say that again.” Charles murmurs. “I love you more than anything in this world. I vowed in sickness and health to love you no matter what.” He whispers.

Tears rolled down your cheeks again. You still couldn’t help but feel bad for what you accidentally did.

“It’s ok, sweetheart.” He wipes your tears away. “You don’t need to cry over it.” He says softly.

You stared in Charles’s blue eyes with your teary eyes. Charles softly pressed his lips against yours, kissing you sweetly and passionately. Your hands grasped onto his yellow button up shirt, melting into his touch.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Charles murmurs softly.

“I love you too, honey.” You whispered back.

🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

-Bucky’s Doll

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ALL WORKS ARE FOR THOSE 18+ ONLY.

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By ☁︎☽ Cocoa ☁︎☽ @cocoamoonmalfoy @darksideofthecocoamoon

𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 | Life’s Perfect Ache!Paul Atreides x Pharao Hekau

I guess there’s nothing more romantic than dying with your friends

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊-𝐎’-𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 

Writing Challenge

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 | biker!Loki Laufeyson x black!Reader. Single parents AU

the past shows up on your doorstep. So much has changed, but some things are painfully the same…

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 | Tsu’tey x black!fem!reader

Established relationship flash fiction

✶ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 | soft!dark!Eivor Varinsdóttir x black!reader

Soft!dark cuddling

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  | Vampire!Timothée Chalamet x werewolf!black!reader

How could you let them do this to you? How could you let them turn you into a monster? I guess you never learn 'til you live and you lost it. Live and you lost it

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 | Paul Atriedes x privateer!black!reader

Everything you have earned is a ship. With blue waves crashing into it. But nothing can touch your happy thoughts anymore. With your glass ceiling, walls, and floor

By ★ Jen ★ @jen-with-a-pen

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ❥ Courtney ❥ @chasingmidnights

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒: 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | Charles Blackwood x female!reader

A brief look at the past. 

By ⚔︎ Suz ⚔︎ @targaryenvampireslayer

𖥔𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | DILF!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

You think about quitting your part time job as a babysitter for the older and gorgeous Bucky Barnes, but he convinces you to stay.

By ✵ Selene ✵ @fluffyprettykitty

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ☆ Stella ☆ @a-lumos-in-the-nox

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

its cousin Maddy's wedding day & Neville is a wreck

𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

Charlotte’s Family Tree

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋’𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐓 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

A blurb about the roast at Marcel's wedding, Ruby and Margo dont hold back lol

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Neville Longbottom x black!female OC

Ruby and Neville visit his parents at St. Mungos

By ☄︎ Ellie ☄︎ @mrsmischief209

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 | Vampire Bucky X Witch fem Reader.

Sequel to When the Leaves Fall

𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 | Alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!fem reader

Angst and activism in an Omegaverse/Soulmate AU

By ✯ Vic ✯ @sunflowersteves

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ⎈ Navy ⎈ @navybrat817

𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 | Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Bucky put a mouthy rookie in his place.

✶𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Chapter Summary: You encounter an unexpected visitor in your home.

By 𐀔 Alex 𐀔 @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ✬ Astro ✬ @eulalielatibule

𝐇𝐎𝐓-𝐓𝐎-𝐆𝐎 | Pairing: Cheerleader!Jake Jensen x Cheerleader!Reader x Quarterback!Ari Levinson

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Jake Jensen, want to hook up with your rival team's Quarterback, Ari Levinson.

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By 𖤓Liz𖤓 @avengers-resident-idiot

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀

By ✧Bella✧ @madwomansapologist

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 | marcille donato x falin touden

Marcille being hungry for knowledge isn't a novelty. Unless the subject is chickens.

By ⚡︎Viva⚡︎ @xoxovivafics

𖥔𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | Astarion Ancunin x Loki Odinson

Loki visits a strange new realm and meets an intriguing stranger.

© all works belong to the respective writers of the writers café server.

[questionableratatouille00]

𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓿𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓐 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Moving to a new place is always a tough time, but the knowing you have a mysterious neighbor doesn’t exactly help.

Warnings: None?

[📞 Series Masterlist 📞]

𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚

“On Friday, April 4th, three helicarriers from the US government affiliated organization known as S.H.I.E.L.D. fell into the Potomac River in Washington, DC. This occurred only thirty minutes after many previously confidential government, S.H.I.E.L.D., and HYDRA documents were leaked onto the internet. With us today we have Mr. Ed Brubaker here to talk more on HYDRA and how…”

It was like the same news story had been playing for the last week.

Your family had immediately urged you to move somewhere else, somewhere safer. You intended to move anyway, but their persistence was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

And so, you packed up your shit and moved.

You were an artist, so there was plenty to pack. You were only partially concerned over your financial situation—most of your art was bought online, so as long as you could mail things, it would be okay.

And, if worst comes to worst, you could always get a job at like, a sandwich shop or something.

“That over there is the barn. Concrete floor, sturdy walls, perfect for tractors and other vehicles and machinery. Right in front of it is the garage—four wheelers and whatever else is good in there. Here’s your main house. All one floor. Four bedrooms.” Mike said as he walked you up the porch to the sliding glass door.

He led you inside the house. “Master bedroom down the hall, master bathroom connected to it. These are your two living rooms, this one has a television. Back room’s got the laundry machines, and plenty of storage. It’s also got the big freezer. One of your bedrooms is connected to it.” Mike explained. “Nearest neighbor is two fields away—nobody but old folks like me live up here. ‘Cept for Mr. Blackwood, I believe. Though, I have no idea how old that gentleman is, I never seen him ‘round here when I was gettin’ this place here ready.” He pondered. 

“Mr. Blackwood?” You echoed.

“Yeah. Chris or Charles or Chase or somethin’ like that. Never hear about him in town, didn’t even know he lived in that there house until recently. Either way, there’s the thin tree line separating you.” 

“Right,” you nodded. “You are amazing. The place looks great.” You said to the man who’d sold you the house.

“I do my best, ma’am. The pantry’s fully stocked. You asked for fully furnished, and I planned to deliver.” 

“You really did—this is absolutely perfect.” You would admit that the way you’d gotten this place on such short notice was a little shady, but you weren’t going to complain.

“Why, thank you.” He smiled. “Radio’s in the master bedroom. WiFi and internet aren’t the greatest back here—always plan like you won’t have it. Power can get rocky during storms, so always make sure you know where your radio is jus’ in case.” 

“Right. Got it.” 

Mike left a little later, and you got to bringing in boxes. You put the boxes in their designated rooms before beginning to unpack the necessities first. Things like clothes and stuff.

You wondered about Mr. Blackwood. He was your only neighbor for literal miles, so you had to wonder what he was like. Was he old, like Mike had said? Was he around your age, or maybe somewhere in between? Was he nice? Or would he be annoying? 

You had other things to think about. Besides, this wasn’t the most important thing at the moment. You got back to unpacking. 

The Captain walked through the halls, the sound of his shoes against the floor audibly telling the world that he means business. His blonde hair was slightly messy, as if he’d just been on a mission. His brows were furrowed, his fists clenched at his sides. A woman with red hair rushed to match his pace. She looked equally concerned, but more for him than whatever he was focused on. 

The Spy reached out, attempting to put her hand on his shoulder. He paused to let her do so.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she told him. “You thought he was there so you followed your lead. You made all the right calls.” She attempted to soothe him. 

“He wasn’t even there. All that time we could’ve been finding him and I was too busy leading everybody the wrong way.” The Captain frowned. 

“It’s okay,” she hummed. “We’ll find your guy. We will.” 

The Captain nodded as the Spy gently cupped his face. 

“Besides,” she said after a moment. “There’s always one person we can ask for help.” 

The Captain gave her an unsteady look, one of pure displeasure. Whoever the other person was, the Captain was not fond of him.

A/n: it’s been a long time coming, huh?

Graphics by @saradika-graphics

[yanderemcu]

Yandere Charles Blackwood Morning and Night Routine:

Morning Routine:

I wake up to Charles laying next to me with his arm wrapped around me.

Charles was awake before me. He was smirking at me and playing with my hair.

"Good morning hunny." Charles said. "Good morning." I said.

We got up and went to the kitchen.

Constance had made us breakfast.

We all ate breakfast together.

Then we went to take a bath together.

Night Routine:

We had an eventful day.

Constance made us dinner.

We all ate dinner together.

Then we went up to our bedroom and made love together.

After we fell asleep together.

[crazyk-imagine]

Call All You Want

Pairing: Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth) x Fem!reader

Characters: Fem!reader, Carole Bradshaw, Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood, Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Sarah Kazansky, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Ron "Slider" Kerner, Charles "Chipper" Piper, Marcus "Sundown" Williams, Sam "Merlin" Wells, Rick "Hollywood" Neven, Baby Wolfman (Howler)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, slight club au, the reader and Leo have a fight, this started off as a different idea but I don't hate this, the gang is at the club, Mav and Goose chaos, Goose making fun of Ice and Slider, Ice and Ron being a slightly less chaotic duo, the other guys being club boys, slight crack behavior, Chipper is a cage dancer lol, Ice talks like he's had experience before with dancers, mentions of pregnancy, I cannot get enough of this man, I love writing for him so effing much, Wolfman fics cure depression, in my mind it's canon Wolfman's kids are nicknamed howler

Word Count: 4,671

A/N: Was this inspired by the iconic song Telephone that I hadn't listened to since I was a kid and came up with this idea? Maybe

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Hello, hello, baby You called, I can't hear a thing I have got no service In the club, you see, see

You’re barely two minutes into the club when your phone starts buzzing (again). You take your phone out of your pocket, “hello?”

“-ey want to talk with y- but-”

“I can’t hear you, Leonard. We just got here. I don't think there's any service here. Can you hear me?” You hold a finger to your ear with your free hand to try and listen to him better.

“Break- ing up wi- you…”

You don't hear anything else after that.

Wha-wha-what did you say? Oh, you're breaking up on me Sorry, I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy

“You- you’re breaking up with me?”

“N- over the- phone.”

“Yeah, I heard you loud and clear earlier today and now.” You scoff, “don’t call me anymore tonight.” You hang up on him and head over towards the girls, who are waiting for you at the bar. “I am done dealing with idiots for the night. Have we ordered yet?”

Carole glances over at Charlotte with a concerned expression, the latter looking back at her with raised brows.

“What happened?” The former asks.

“I thought we could talk when I got home but I guess not.”

“Why?” Charlie chimes in.

K-kinda busy K-kinda busy Sorry, I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy

You shrug, “don’t really know what happened and don’t want to talk about it besides we’re here to enjoy our girls’ night.”

After waiting for Sarah to finish her big drink order, she makes way for you three. "Ladies, what are we having?"

It shouldn't have taken as long as it did but with her having to work and train a new bartender, it took a while before you got your drinks.

The lieutenant grabs the drinks while your longtime friend pulls you towards a free table.

You roll your eyes and shove your phone further into your pocket.

"Is he still calling?" Carole asks.

You stare at her with pursed lips, taking a sip of your drink. "Of course, he is. What else does this man have to do other than bother me and try to make things right? I'd appreciate it more if I wasn't annoyed."

Just a second It's my favorite song they're gonna play And I cannot text you with A drink in my hand, eh You shoulda made some plans with me

Charlotte takes her seat beside the blonde, setting the drinks down. “I miss anything while trailing behind you two?"

"He's still calling," she says with a bored tone.

"You haven't blocked him?"

"Why would I?" You look at her over your glass with furrowed brows.

"Because he's an idiot, who tried to pick a fight over something stupid, I'm sure and you deserve to enjoy yourself without him calling."

Carole shrugs, "I mean, she could do that, or she can come with me," she grabs your hand, "to the dance floor."

You stop her, "I don't know."

"Just let go for a little bit," Charlotte adds, helping the other girl try and pull you onto the dance floor.

"But-"

"Nope," they shake their heads and haul you onto the floor.

You knew that I was free And now you won't stop calling me I'm kinda busy Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think any more

You sneak away from the two, checking your phone. You sigh, debating on answering him or leaving him on read.

“Don’t respond to his text,” Carole tells you, glancing over your shoulder. “We’re busy, like you said we can enjoy the night.”

You turn to her, “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“I know, honey.”

“Take me away or let me lose my mind forever?”

She chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “That’s my line and I only use with my Goose.”

You playfully groan, “don’t talk about your sex life with me.”

“I never do, you just assume.”

“And you have to stop lightly implying what you and your hubby do.”

“But your facial expressions are my favorite thing, and they make my day.”

“The moon is out.”

She rolls her eyes, “okay, they make my nights too.”

I left my head and heart on the dance floor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk anymore I got my head and my heart on the dance floor Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Charlotte breaks away from the dance floor, standing in front of you two. “Okay, ladies. Are we going to keep talking or dance so we can forget about our troubles?”

“I like the second option,” the blonde says.

“Great, we’re doing this.” She turns around and spots a familiar face along with a few others. “Jesus,” she mumbles to herself. “You two go to the dance floor while I,” she shakes her cup, rattling the ice in the empty glass. “Get a refill.”

Carole notices the expression on her face and the way her eyes linger at the door. She turns and sees the guys walking into the club. She mentally face palms at the sight of her goofy husband waving his hand around like a mad man. “Come on, it’s time to dance.” She pulls you away before you can see anything or anyone that could ruin your mood.

You were barely able to take a sip of your drink before being hauled off. You don’t know what to do with this whole thing.

Is it considered a fight? You don’t know.

You’ve never known Leonard to act this way before.

He loves the guys; they’ve become his family so the little teasing comments shouldn’t have made him as upset as they did.

When it first happened, you didn’t know what to think; his attitude at the Top Gun barbecue was normal.

You close your eyes and wave your arms in the air (making you feel like the popular/ party girl in the movies), letting your annoyance escape you. It takes a lot for his anger to get the best of him.

Stop telephonin' me Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh I'm busy, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephonin' me

The comments weren’t even that bad, the more you think about it; if anything, they were more endearing for Leonard but- you still don’t understand why he lost his composure today.

You lower your hands onto your head, trying to figure out what could have happened. You know it didn't happen in the morning because he was happy since he was going to be practicing in the air and that always made him happy no matter what.

Breakfast was good, you sent him off with a kiss as usual and he got to use the phone which was shocking since he normally can't because the other guys get to it before him.

The call was good, you could hear Rick asking him about you and trying to steal the phone from him.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Call all you want, but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone Out in the club, and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

Pete stops in front of Charlie first. "How's my favorite girl?"

She raises a brow and purses her lip, "you tell me. Your number one hasn't come by yet so you'll have to wait until then."

He chuckles and places a hand over his chest. "You wound me, honey."

"It's a gift." She takes a step forward. "Do you want to tell me why all of you are when you know we were trying to have a girl’s night?"

A nervous chuckle escapes him as he scratches the back of his head. "You see I was trying to stop," he gulps. "Wolf- Wolfman but he got past us, and we had to follow him."

"Is that all?"

He nods, "pretty sure, yeah. Goose?"

"Huh?" The mustached man lowers his head to try and hear better over the music.

"We followed Wolf because he got past us, right?"

"Oh, yeah. He just-" he lightly claps his hand and extends his arm and whistles, "went right past us and here we are."

"And that has nothing to do with the other guys here?"

They glance over their shoulders.

"Ice is here for his girl. Slider is looking for company, if you know what I mean," Nick explains, raising his brows to emphasize his innuendo.

She sighs, "when don't I?"

He merely smiles at her comment. "Merlin wanted to tag along and- uh- other guys weren't busy."

She looks around for the man of the hour.

Call all you want, but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone Out in the club, and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

"Where is he?"

Now the two are confused.

"He's not here?" Pete asks.

"He was just behind us," Nick adds.

They turn to one another. "Wasn't he behind you?"

"No. I thought he was with you."

"No, see, Mav. You've got it wrong. I came in first, like we discussed then you were supposed to come in with Wolf and make it seem like we met here by accident."

Charlotte tilts her head, crossing her arms. "And you two said it was a coincidence that you all were here."

"Dammit, Mav. You got us caught!" He smacks his arm.

"I got us caught? I'm not the one who just exposed us and our plan."

"Fine, fine." The mustached man rolls his eyes, "we're both to blame."

"I don't think so."

"Are these two idiots giving you a hard time?" Tom asks her.

She smiles and shakes her head, "unfortunately no but maybe you two can answer why you're all here?"

Tom and Ron glance at each other.

"Moral support and to get him a date," the man with frosted tips informs her.

"I told you I could get my own date."

"You've been doing jack with the way you complain about being single."

Those two-start arguing alongside the other duo leaving Charlotte with a growing headache. "Why do I ask?"

Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone Won't make me leave no faster Put my coat on faster Leave my girls no faster I shoulda left my phone at home

You don't feel the buzzing of your phone, too into your thoughts.

Was today anything special? No, if it was, you'd both have it on your calendars because you know you both aren’t the best with dates.

Could it have been an important Top Gun thing you needed to do and forgot about? No.

Everything that could go wrong or has gone wrong before has been crossed off your mental list.

'Cause this is a disaster Callin' like a collector Sorry, I cannot answer Not that I don't like you I'm just at a party

He taps Carole's shoulder. "Can I talk to her?"

She avoids his gaze. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, Wolf."

"I just- I want to talk to her. This place sucks with service so I couldn't tell her over the phone. Please," he pulls out his puppy dog eye expression, knowing whenever he uses it on anyone, they cave.

She sighs. "Am I going to regret this?"

He immediately shakes his head. "No, this is going to be good for us. I'm- I got this."

"If, and only if, you're sure."

"I am."

She smiles and pats his shoulder. "Go, get her stud."

He chuckles, making sure she makes it to her husband (who's distracting the other blonde with ease).

You still can't figure it out for the life of you, but you do know that you want to stomp on your phone and break it. You open your eyes and grab your phone. "What?" You growl. "You've been ringing me off the hook since we left. I told you we'll talk when I get home- why is there music coming from your line?"

"Turn around."

"What?"

And I am sick and tired Of my phone ringin' Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station Tonight I'm not takin' no calls

You spin around and find him standing just a few feet from you. You hang up and place it back into your pocket, walking closer towards him. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk."

"You wanted to talk?"

He takes a step towards you. "Can we please talk about this elsewhere?"

"I don't want to talk to you after you kept endlessly blowing up my phone and then-" You stop when he pulls you away from the dance floor. "Hey. I wasn't done."

He stops when you two stops at your table, it's the only spot in the place that isn't jam packed with other people. "I know you weren't, but I want to be able to hear you when you scream at me and scrunch that nose of yours because you can't avoid me."

You cross your arms, rolling your eyes. "Why are you here?"

"I want to talk."

"Did you think maybe I didn't?"

"The service here sucks so how could I tell what you did or didn't want to do?"

"You think my ignoring you was for fun?"

He shrugs, "honestly, I think the both of us haven't been our usual selves today."

"You're one to talk."

"Can we- can we please not do this?"

"Do what?" You uncross your arms. "I'm acting perfectly fine."

"I don't want this to become a fight."

"It's a little too late since this is where we are, just a few steps away from fighting?"

He straightens his posture. "I'm trying to fix what I started. I don't- I don't like it when we fight."

"Neither do I but it's really hard when one of you doesn't think it's worth talking about."

"It's not that."

'Cause I'll be dancin' 'Cause I'll be dancin' 'Cause I'll be dancin' Tonight I'm not takin' no calls 'Cause I'll be dancin'

You reach forward and grab his hand. "Then what is it because I can't change anything if you don't talk to me."

He doesn't say anything else as his shoulders hunch over.

"This is why I made plans because you're not willing to talk." You remove your hand from his. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I'll be going back onto the dance floor so one of us can clear their heads."

You start walking away, not sure if you should be listening to him breathing with how much he has been acting like an ass today. You don't want to waste your time with something he clearly doesn't want to talk about even though he acts like it.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards the table. "Okay, okay. I'll- I'll tell you. It's just- it's a lot."

"You don't have to unpack it all now, you can tell me some or however much you want to but know I won't tell anyone because I don't need to share your business with anyone else. You know that which is why you've been pissing me off today."

He chuckles. "It' just," he sighs. "Today- today is an anniversary."

"Ours? Is it really?" You pull out your phone. "I thought we were better than that. We usually coordinate and-"

He grabs your phone, "you're right. It's not, it's one of mine."

You tilt your head. "One of yours?"

Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think any more I left my head and my heart on the dance floor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk any more I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

"What do you think they're talking about?" Nick leans back, asking his friend.

"I don't know. Maybe he's finally admitting why he's been off today," Pete told him.

"I mean, that'd be great, right? We wouldn't have to tiptoe around them and everything that's been going on."

Charlotte rolls her eyes, "would the two of you rather dance with each other than us?"

They push themselves off the other and return their attention to their partners.

"Where'd Ice and Slider go?" Nick asks his wife, looking around the room for their fellow crew mates.

"Maybe Ice got a girl for Slider?" His wife adds.

"You think those chumps managed to get a woman, like an actual woman and not the ones in their heads, to talk to them?" Nick stares at his wife like she's crazy.

"I do and you know they're not that bad."

"They may not be but they're not that nice either."

"It doesn't help that you and Mav pick on them."

"I'm sorry," he pushes her away slightly, keeping his hands on her hips. "Are you my wife or theirs because I'm not feeling very loved right now."

She smiles and steps closer, keeping her hands wrapped around his shoulders. "You know I'm yours, baby."

"Are you now?" He smirks.

She pecks his lips, "show me the way home or lose me forever, you punk."

He chuckles and resumes dancing with her while pulling her off the dance floor.

Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think any more I left my head and my heart on the dance floor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk any more I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

Sam, Rick, and Marcus sit in a corner enjoying their drinks while watching everyone mingle with their spouse and/ or significant other.

“Has anyone seen Chip since we got here?” Sam asks.

Rick shrugs, “not really, kind of lost him in the crowd as soon as we got in.”

“What's a cage dancer supposed to look like?”

The two turn to Marcus with confusion evident on their faces.

“What?” Sam starts.

“Where'd that come from?” Rick adds.

“I think Chip is up there,” he points to the cage on the second floor.

“Jesus,” Rick mutters. “How do you persuade a cage dancer out of a cage?”

They look at one another.

“I don't think any of us know the answer to that,” the blond adds.

“Should we try to get him down?” Marcus asks out loud.

“Leave him, he'll get out when he's ready,” Tom says, patting Rick's shoulder.

“It's always the quiet ones,” Ron mutters.

They all shake their heads, watching as one of their own has the time of his life.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephonin' me Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

"The comments shouldn’t have bothered me, you know. I thought I was past this."

You furrow your brows. "Past what?"

"It's stupid."

You stand beside him, rubbing his upper back in a soothing manner. "It's not stupid if it's something that's bothering you."

He grabs your free hand that was resting on his shoulder, for support. "It's my parents’ anniversary."

"Oh."

He doesn't like talking about his family so this is all new for you and him.

"I don't talk about them because," he sighs. "My pops never treated my ma right and she never left him even though she should have. And there were people who used to say the same thing Mav and Goose were joking about, which wasn't that big of a deal but when I saw what day it was. I kind of-"

"Flipped out?"

He chuckles. "I wouldn't say that."

"Then what would you call it?"

He sighs before turning to face you and pulling you into his grasp. "Okay, maybe I did but it's only because you mean so much to me and I don't want us to end up like them. I don't want to end up like him, you know."

"We won't, you know why?"

I'm busy, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephonin' me Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

He shakes his head.

"Because we're better. Yes, your parents didn't have the best relationship and your mother probably should have gotten out of that situation sooner but she didn't and hopefully got to live a long life where she got to see her kids grow up and get married or meet someone smart enough to keep their boyfriend at a distance."

He smirks, brushing his thumb on the back of your hand, against your knuckles. "Hey, now."

"I'm just saying."

"You can say all you want, and it won't change a thing, you know why?"

"Why?" He leans in, as if he's whispering a secret. "One way or another I'm getting a ring on that finger."

You avoid his gaze when he pulls back.

"You're looking a little flushed," he teases. "Do we need to step outside and get some air?"

You playfully shove him away, "no. I want to go back on the dance floor so I can get away from you."

He smiles, pulling you back into him. “You can't escape me, sweetheart."

You step towards him, standing toe to toe, "doesn't mean I can't try."

"You can try but it won't do you any good."

"I'm still going to try." You stomp your foot, knowing full well he's going to be right on your tail (exactly where you want him).

Can call all you want but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

Tom glances over his shoulder when Sarah gestures to the dance floor where you and Leonard are, along with the (two) idiots and their girls.

Ron passes him, giving his buddy an ecstatic smile as he drags some poor girl with him.

"Jesus, where do you find them?" He mutters to himself.

She smiles and leans forward, "I told you things were going to get interesting when we left for the barbecue today."

"Yeah, yeah." He turns back to her. "What's a navy man got to do to get a free drink around here?" He playfully flirts with his girlfriend.

She rolls her eyes, "still gotta pay, pilot."

He groans, "are you sure? I think I can be pretty persuasive if I need to."

"Not today."

He sighs, pulling out his wallet, "if I must."

She smiles at him, letting the other bartender working with her take care of the other customers until she's done talking to him.

There's no better customer than her boyfriend.

Call all you want but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

You stand beside the girls and start dancing less out of control than you did when you first got to the dance floor.

The girls’ glance at one another and smile, happy to see the two of you talk and make up (like adults and stopped avoiding the other [more you than him]).

Pete turns to him with a raised brow while Nick stares at him with a hopeful expression and both brows raised, doing a thumb up thumbs down gesture.

Leonard smiles and shakes his head before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"I'm glad you two finally figured your shit out."

You give the mustached man a sarcastic smile, "as sweet as ever, aren't you, Nick? How did Carole ever get so lucky?"

He smiles back, kissing the top of his wife's head. "I don't know, she's just- she chose the best of the best, I guess."

"I'm pretty sure that's what you say about your partner and Ice but, okay."

He scoffs, "why are you ruining a good moment?"

"How am I ruining it?"

"With your-" He waves his hand in front of your face.

You stick your tongue out at him and lean further into Leonard's arms.

He bends down, "do you want to go back and sit down?"

You shake your head and smile at him, "nope. I'm perfectly fine where I am."

My telephone M-m-my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

You three went to the bathroom to fix yourselves (adding a little extra lipstick… to leave marks) and went to the restroom before leaving. "It wasn't stupid."

They both glance at you in the mirror and ask, "what?"

"It wasn't stupid like you thought," you tell Charlotte. "It was something serious for him and I think tonight was good for us." You can’t fight the smile that sneaks its way onto your lips. “I think it made us closer than before.”

Carole smiles, “good, maybe it’s a good thing the guys snuck him in then.”

After that night you guys were better than before because you got to learn something else about him and learned more about how he got to become the man you see today, and that's something you wouldn't ever trade for.

Maybe other than-

My telephone M-m-my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

You stare at the ring on your finger.

"He's lucky, you know."

You turn to your longtime friend. "Who?"

She purses her lips and rolls her eyes. "You know who, you weirdo."

You suck in air through your teeth to exaggerate. "I don't know, Care. This little guy here seems lucky," you rub your protruding six-month pregnant belly. You lean as forward as you can, mumbling under your breath. "Lucky to stomp on my bladder and make his poor mother need to pee every five minutes."

"It's been at least ten minutes, a new record," she jokes, her laughter dying down when you don't join in. "At least he'll be home in a few."

"Not soon enough, I need his soothing hands."

"Oh, gross," she shrieks.

"Oh, don't be like that, you know what I mean and don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. I swear he gives the best foot rubs, I've never had better and you're one to talk, missy. You always kindly refer to your sexual escapades with your hubby."

"I do not!"

The door opens and you two don't stop.

"Do too."

"Do not! I'm hurt, very hurt that you would even imply such a thing."

"I feel like I shouldn't have come in."

You turn to your fiancé and smile at him. "Don't feel like that. Now, come here. I swear I haven't seen you today."

He bends down and pecks your lips. "You just want me to give you a foot massage.”

You scoff, "how dare you." You sniffle, cover your eyes.

"Sweetheart, honey, I didn't mean to make you cry-"

"You didn't! This spawn of yours did."

"I'm gonna go," she whispers to him.

He nods and waves at her till she gets to the door. "How about I give my special girl a nice, long foot rub and we watch some of our favorites?" He rests his head on the arm of the couch. "Do you like that idea?"

You wipe your under eye and nod, glancing down at him, wondering how you ever got so lucky to find a guy like him.

"I'm the lucky one." He pecks your temple and starts grabbing stuff for your relaxing night.

"How did you know?"

"I'm psychic."

You narrow your eyes to him.

"I'd be a bad fiancé if I didn't know what you wanted."

Before you fall asleep, you swear you hear him whispering to the baby.

"-nd I told her I'd get a ring on her finger one way or another. You had nothing to do with it but that was some pretty funny timing, little howler."

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