#charles blackwood drabbles

[sweetiebarnes]

ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴘᴜʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ-ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀᴘᴘ. ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀᴏ3 , ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.

ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀɴʏ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ *

18+ ONLY

One Shots

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Drabbles & More

Different Sebastian Stan Characters and Their Favorite Place to Have Sex*

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Two of a Kind 7

Masterlist

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; manipulation; criminal behaviour; cumplay/creampie, talk of contraception; written for smut, just being honest. Not all elements will be tagged/warned.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. It features dark!Ransom Drysdale and dark!Modern Charles Blackwood. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Ransom and Charles are partner’s in crime but they’re looking for some pleasure after years of business.

Note: :)

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya.

Charles helps the girl stand. She's shaking like a leaf as she covers her stomach with her free arm. She tries to hide her vee behind her hand as she leans on him heavily. The feel of her trembling makes his dick twitch. 

"Should just drive her home," Ransom speaks around the stogie. 

"You're always such a prick," Charles chuckles. He knows Ransom just likes to see the girls squirm. "Come on, baby, nice hot bath for you since you did so good." 

"Since you're so fucking tight," Ransom sneers. 

She sniffles as Charles slings his arm under hers and leads her past the shameless man puffing grey smoke into the air, "I told you not to do that inside." 

"I opened a window." 

Charles issues him a dull look and a shake of the head as he continues past. She leans into him as her feet slap on the floor clumsily. If he wasn’t holding onto her, she’d collapse. He can tell. She’s weak. It’s getting him going again. 

He brings her into the bathroom as she murmurs, her head lolling forward. Fuck he is goddamn hard again. Twice already and he’s ready to blow. He’s no underperformer but he can’t remember the last time he was like this. Insatiable, as many described him in most matters. 

He flips up the toilet lid around her and sits her down. He pets her head as she slumps. 

“You should go, clear everything out or you might get an infection,” he lets his fingers drag over her shoulder, “we don’t want that, do we?” 

She nods, he thinks. She’s half-bent over her lap as she grips her head. As the soft trickle hits the toilet seat, she sinks further into shame. As drunk as she is, she’s still self-conscious. Even after he was just in her guts. 

Stop. He looks down at his bobbing dick. It’s starting to fucking hurt and his head isn’t making it any better. 

He goes to the tub and cranks on the four-pronged faucets. The house is not the nicest place he’s been in but he likes the bathroom. Deep tub, lots of counter space, big mirrors. He glances over his shoulder at the mirrors the cover the expanse of one wall above the floating counter. He could fuck her in front of them, make her watch herself. 

Later. He has to reprimand himself as he did Ransom. Don’t wanna break the girl. Not yet.  

He puts the stopper in place and stands. He goes to her and helps her up, pausing to flush the toilet behind her. He as good as carries her to the tub and lifts her over the edge. He reclines her against the back and she stares up with glassy eyes. 

He stands and watches her. She suddenly spasms as a sob erupts from her. She gulps as the tears spring forth and she blather uncontrollably. He touches her shoulder. It’s the alcohol, it makes everything feel much more intense. 

“Shh, baby, you’re alright,” he comforts. 

Her eyes drift over then fall down to his pulsing erection. He’s suddenly very self-aware as his tip presses to his stomach. He stands straight as she shields herself with a weak hand. 

“I can’t... please, no more,” she begs. 

"Shh, honey," he coos, the pet name surprising even him. She just seems so pathetic.  

He backs up and grabs a towel. He covers himself and nears the tub once more. Maybe it was a bit too much. Well, she's fucked up enough it won't be that bad in the morning.  

"Do you like tea?" He asks. She nods and wipes her face. "Alright, I'll get you some."  

He retreats and stops at the door, glancing back at her. Hm.  

"Ransom!" He hollers as he comes out into the hall, "get your ass in here."  

The other man appears at the end of the hall and struts down in a pair of silk boxers. He could roll his eyes at him. Sometimes he thinks he's working with a moron. Well, the man would be an easy mark, especially with his grandfather's legacy. Not the time, Charles. 

"Keep an eye on her so she doesn't go under." Ransom scoffs as he approaches, "fucked her silly."  

"Sure," he taps Ransom's arm with his knuckles. "The last thing we need is a dead girl."  

"Mm, nope, she's lively, huh? The way she whined..."  

Charles clears his throat as his balls ache, "yeah. Anyway, watch her, will ya?"  

Ransom clucks but steps into the doorway. He leans on the frame and narrows his eyes at the girl, his hand going to his hip. That's the biggest problem. Ransom doesn't know when to stop.  

"Just watch," Charles warns, "she's had enough."  

"Man, I think she had enough at the first knuckle," Ransom brings his fingers up to sniff, "didn't stop us before."  

"Hey, we didn't put in all this work for one night, alright? I don't got the energy and I know you don't either," Charles huffs, "you wanna keep buying bimbos drinks down at Lights? No. We get her on lock and it's easy. Stress relief."  

Ransom snickers and peers at the girl again, "she is fucking... tight."  

"Hm, yeah," he agrees. "I'll be back."  

Charles goes to the kitchen and sighs. Goddamn he is hard. He can hardly remember what he was doing. 

Tea. Right. Yeah. It'll calm her down. If they even have any.  

👄 

You shiver as the cool air tingles over your shoulders. The hot water contrasts the chill as you languish in the deep tub. You stare at the ceiling, vaguely aware of voices, filled with dread at what they'll do next.  

A shadow moves into the room and you look over warily. It's Ransom. He leans on the counter as he watches you. You stare back, waiting for it, bracing for more pain. He doesn't move.  

"Consider yourself lucky, babe," he chuckles, "not a lot of girls pop their cherry on something that big." You tremble and turn forward, embarrassed. "I know it's huge, the way you were squirming, but you're also..." he makes a sucking noise, "tight as shit."  

"Why... why are you doing this?" You sniffle.  

"Babe, babe, why did I choose you? Why did I spend my money, my time on a girl no one gives a second look to? Huh. You should be thanking me," he sneers, "and what do you got now? All the sweet little act means nothing if you're not a virgin. You're just another slut now."  

"No," you shake your head and sit up, hiding your face. "I'm not--"  

"You are. You just took two men at once. Who the fuck does that but a slut like you? But babe, we don't gotta throw you out. Not if you keep being a good little slut for us. I mean," he nears the side of the tub, "no one else is gonna want a used hole." 

 You whimper and hang your head, folding your arms over it as you bend your knees under your elbow. He's right. You're used and dirty. You hear another set of footsteps and another shadow darkens the edge of your vision. Ransom backs up and snorts.  

"What's going on?" Charles asks.  

"Nothing, we were just talking," Ransom says, "she was just saying how much fun she had."  

Charles clucks as you frown and lift your head. The brunette shoulders around the blond and comes to you with a mug. Steam coils from the brim.  

"How about we get you out and you can wait for it to cool in bed? All comfy?" 

"Jesus, Charlie, she's not a fucking baby."  

"Shut up," Charles snaps back, "she did a real good job and she earned it," he sets the mug down on the short stool near the tub, "isn't that right, baby? So good. So you wanna get out and have your tea and get some rest, right? You take care of us, we take care of you."  

Your lip quivers as you stare at him. You're dizzy and dazed and dumb. You don't understand why this is happening. You're a nice person. You nod. Thinking is only making your head hurt worse. Charles helps you out of the the tub and grabs another towel to wrap you in. He brings it around your shoulders and squeezes before he turns to drape his arm around you.  

"Come on, you wanna sleep in my room?" He coos.  

You just sniff and wipe your raw cheek again. He takes you down the hall and opens a door, taking you inside. He flips on the lights and sits you on the edge of the king bad within. You stay there as he shifts around the room. He returns and replaces the towel with a shirt. You thank him. Why did you do that? Thank you? After everything.  

He guides you to lay against the pillows. The bed smells like him, a hint of citrus and sweat. Your eyes are glued to the ceiling as he leaves you. Your trance breaks only as a cup clinks down loudly.  

You blink as a weight dips beside you. You wince as Charles pulls the blanket out from under you then over you. You shake and puts his hand on your arm. It makes you still, somewhat soothing yet startling all the same. 

“Drink your tea, honey,” he caresses your arm as he nestles closer.  

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sebastian Stan characters finding out you’re pregnant » Charles Blackwood

Pairings: Charles Blackwood x Female Reader

Summary: Charles finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Fluff, language, pet names

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

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

Charles would have the biggest smile on his face when he hears the words “I’m pregnant.” come out of your mouth.

He would kiss you till you’re breathless.

He would get on his knees and talk to your soon to be baby bump and say “Hi, little one. I’m your daddy. Your mommy is here too.”

His cousins being happy for you guys.

Him holding you and comforting while you’re crying.

Charles would get you your favorite flowers once a week.

You and him brainstorming names for the baby.

Charles wouldn’t mind what the gender of the baby is just as long as he or she is healthy.

Him giving you any kind of massage you can think of.

He would love the way your baby bump looks in dresses.

Him walking up to you when you’re not paying attention and wrapping his arm around you from behind, putting his hands on your growing baby bump.

Charles telling the baby that he or she has the most beautiful mommy in the world.

You waking Charles up early in the morning, because you have a craving for something so he goes out and buys it. You crying when he gets home cause you feel bad for waking him up early.

Charles telling you how beautiful you are.

Him giving your belly soft kisses.

Him doing chores around the house so you can relax.

Lots of cuddles, kisses, hugs, and “I love you’s”.

Him being completely astonished every time the baby kicks.

You and him coming up with what to design the nursery.

You watching him build the crib.

You wanting to buy every article of baby clothing cause of how cute they are.

You buying way too many stuffed animals for the baby.

You feeling insecure and Charles makes all of your insecurities go away just by saying “You’re beautiful.”

Charles talking to the baby at night before he goes to bed.

Over all, Charles would be overly happy to have a baby with you.

[thezombieprostitute]

Curtis Everett Stories

Guide: smut = 🥵; angst = 😢; dark = 🌑

Stories

Alphas & Algorithms (Dystopia, Omegaverse) Completed series

Baby's First Christmas (Christmas)

Dream Come True (Mafia AU) 🥵😢Completed series

Fate (Biker AU) 🥵

Nightmares (Mafia AU) 🥵😢 In progress series

Please Help Me (Campus AU)

Sir Everett (Royal AU) 🥵

Tech Tuesday In progress series

Tenure (College AU) (ft. Charles Blackwood)

Drabbles/Asks

Blind Date

Don't Like the Cold

Don't Open the Door 🌑

Everyone Leaves 😢

Fate but Vikings

Gardener

Inner Beasts (ft. Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers)

Medieval Princess (ft. Johnny Storm)

Office Fun Part 1.5

PMS'ing

Uninvited Guest

We've Been Dating

[nickfowlerrr]

working on it

main masterlist

this is a list of all my wips (including requests) so we can all be on the same page in regards to what i have coming up 🖤

*these aren’t in any particular order - as you guys know, i write what i have inspiration to write and not in order of when requests were received or series were updated.* if you don't see your request on here, and did not get a response from me letting you know i'd be unable to write it, then i didn't receive it. feel free to send it in again if you'd like.

i saw @sweetpeapod’s “to do list” and it’s such a great idea i literally never would’ve thought to make one myself so all credit to her for this! 🥰

updated: 06/06/23

legend: actively writing • on hold/writer’s block • haven’t started

series

bucky barnes:

if i could - chapter five

keeping secrets - chapter seven

stucky:

trust me - chapter two

drabbles, one shots or continuations (not series)

andy barber:

waiting - pt 2

dark!professor andy

bucky barnes:

soft!dark bucky - basement wife

dark!brat tamer bucky

you can’t - pt 2

dark!ex bucky - pregnant reader (might not end up dark lolll)

when a stranger calls bucky

yandere mechanic bucky

“enemies” to lovers bucky

iou - pt 2…possible miniseries

enemies to lovers - one bed trope

die happy - chubby!reader

first time for everything - drabble

call it what you want to - pt 2

mean!bucky one shot

duke!bucky x duchess!reader (soft!dark?)

pro wrestler!bucky

charles blackwood:

dark!charles halloween fic

lee bodecker:

dark!lee - traveling!reader

dark!lee - salem witch trial

lloyd hansen:

-

ransom drysdale:

delivery - one shot

mean!ransom one shot

nick fowler:

dark!nick - daddy’s dead - one shot

steve kemp:

-

steve rogers:

mean!steve one shot

stucky:

dark! road trip fic (two stories in one/choose your own adventure)

royalty au

fumbling - drabble

fawn - pt 2

requests

humble request to the queen of my lil dark heart for your sluttiest a/b/o with your man of choice inspired by ‘hurt you’ by the weeknd 🖤

bucky barnes:

request/imagine: mafia bucky x reader where bucky is very obviously obsessed/infatuated with the reader and just wants her to be his but she plays hard to get (for some time) and starts hanging out with other men so he gets jealous and punishes her (smut if you want with degradation/humiliation kink idk💀) very new to tumblr so idk if im doing this right or not. thank you! 💘

Dearie write some angry seggs with Bucky barnes

Scenario 5 10 17 22 please & Dialogue prompts 32 and 38 please with bucky 😭 he’s a total grinch throughout but seeing the reader happy makes him happy and I love the grumpy x sunshine trope🤤😮‍💨

Hey yo! I'm not sure if you're still accepting Christmas prompts or anything (I've absolutely loved reading them) But I've been listening to this song on repeat and idk, I can just imagine the reader singing it to Buck on their first christmas together, and him falling even more in love with them. Anywho, happy holidays, can't wait to read anything and everything you bless us all with 🥰❤️🎄

What would have happened in a AU version of your dark biker Bucky finding his soulmate finally…and also meeting her husband?

What if the reader had a really toxic husband who wouldn’t let her go or let their divorce proceed unless she cheated on him? Only the man she picks for her affair, Bucky Barnes, is WAY worse than her husband and she doesn’t realize until it’s too late? (No idea though if this is like a mobster Bucky or Winter Solider or some other profession)

a bucky fic of any length based on this text exchange with my husband (who’s deployed) ((i’m the red bubble lol)) 🥹 you work is magic so i trust however you wanna take this

Bellllaaaaa hiiii:) I’m hooked on biker/bartender bucky(even tattoo artist bucky) with fucking Tats right now and I’d totally love if you could maybe write him and chubby/plus sized reader having a flirty relationship, maybe they’re like a fling or something. She works at his bar/tattoo shop, whichever au you pick, and they’re just fucking flirty and so naughty together lol. Smut is always welcomed!! Thank u bby in advance<3 mwahhh🥺💋

Was curious if you could do a TFAWS Bucky request? Reader is a curvy plus size gal, and Sam has been trying and trying to get Bucky to ask her out. Then one day, he finds her really upset and self conscious… He finally lets his true feelings show, trying to make her feel better… maybe it turns into more? 👀🥰 Like…. ‘Let me just show you how beautiful you are..’ kinda thing lol. I really hope that made sense ☠️☠️

charles blackwood:

Hello there I want to ask... Do you still write Charles blackwood x reader fanfic? It has to be very romantic but very naughty. Charles being very sexy and dominating. It is also the reader's very first time with him too. Can it include a photo of Charles as well? Thanks x

max burnett:

Hi can I request a max Burnett x plus!size reader.

nick fowler:

Okay, speaking of thots, having the Nick Fowler says something sexy in Romanian and leaves gifs back-to-back with the 'no, I'm not okay; I should be sucking his dick rn" thot was— 🥵 Think you could combine those two into a little (or big, would not complain 😉) something something? 😘🤍 👉🏻👈🏻

I’m reading a book about the history evolution of dating, and it has this section on sugar daddies and babies. Apparently a lot of sugar babies are warned not to fall for their daddies, but the women report that usually it’s the other way around and the men fall for them. So what about a soft dark mafia Nick who quickly gets obsessed with his sugar baby reader? He just get more intense the more she denies an emotion connection because it’s just bad business on her end.

pwyc! bucky:

Hi I loved your Pretty when you cry series read it twice already and you did a amazing job 🥰 I was wondering if you could write the reader from that series being catcalled by some creep and dark biker Bucky witnesses it and completely losing it and defending her and maybe it ends with some fluff I hope you have a lovely day or night ❤️

OK maybe After Reading your Dark Soulmate Story I want/need more 😁 So I was thinking about Bucky and the Curvy Reader. Was there ever a time when Bucky Breaks down and cry? Like, He is so Hurt that he is Not Angry but gets really sad? How would the Reader react? How would Bucky himself react? Thanks again For creating These two and thank you For your time🖤 i Love them.

Hi Bella! So you’re my fav tumblr writer and I’m never gonna get over pwyc cause it’s pretty fucking amazing, and I don’t know if you’re taking requests for drabbles or anything like that, but I thought I might as well ask! So imagine that Bucky and Y/N have been living together for a while and things have been great, but Bucky is thinking of proposing, but Y/N is so not ready to get married or have kids, and her and Bucky get into a huge fight over it, and maybe she briefly moves out, and Bucky is basically lost but like also super angry cause we all know he doesn’t take rejection too well, but in the end they make up and by that I mean smut, and you can decide if they get engaged or not, but yeah that’s basically it

Hi! I love pwyc so much then when i saw the new trust series was from you I did a little happy dance! I was wondering if i could request a little drabble of what would happen if reader found out she was pregant and how biker Bucky would react? If not no pressure honestly love all your fics thanks for sharing them with us!

Belllllllaaaaa I have a request to make for pwyc series💕❤️ Imagine bucky getting possessive and jealous of readers coworkers, the reader trying to escape when he thought they were finally getting somewhere in their relationship…..😬😬 would he be angry or upset just love feral bucky 🫣😭🥵

Pwyc reader having nightmare about that night Bucky raped her. While dark!pwyc Bucky is sleeping right next to her. So reader started crying in her sleep,tears and all (cause that's what she does best) from the nightmare with him in it and woke Bucky up. Bucky can tell what it was about and started to soothe her nightmares the only way his perverted ass knows how. He started nuzzling and kissing her neck all over and kiss all her all over her face including her lips,eyes and her tears away while his hands roam all over her body to wake her up. Reader woke up still crying and Bucky ended up giving her the most gentlest (?),angsty or passionate sex? Idk,it doesn't have to be gentle. Just like really angsty and passionate in a really pwyc dark!Bucky way to show reader he's her only choice no matter what so she just gonna learn how to love him and get over her fear and nigthmare with the fear and nightmare himself. And maybe some angsty stomach flipping aftercare afterwards. Dark! request ofc. This can be during pwyc or after pywc,it's up to you. Reader being a crybaby makes this fic special to me :,D Been looking for a pic like this. Thank you so much and sorry if my English sucks a lil. I try. Tysm again 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Hiii Bella!! I love your writing so much, you're very talented 😍 I found the pwyc series about three days ago and I've read it twice 😅 I wasn't that productive at work ig 🤣 as a curvy girl myself who falls very close into the description of the reader/soulmate who loves Bucky, I felt very satisfied. So... I'm rubbish at requests but I thought I would like to ask for something and it's nice that you're kind and understanding so I don't feel too anxious about doing so 👀 so... what about reader going out shopping a dress for an occasion (idk what exactly, something formal-ish ig... a birthday party/dinner maybe?) and the shop assistants make her feel bad by saying things like "we don't have clothes in that big of a size, miss" or "this doesn't suit your fat thighs/stomach" (this has happened a lot to me, unfortunately)? And she gets home sad and spends all week self-loathing and insecure, wearing very baggy clothes and starving herself and pwyc bucky doesn't exactly get what's going on because she doesn't want to discuss it but he feels how down she feels and worries. Then he hears her explaining the experience to eva and he becomes a man on a mission. He has one thing in mind; to shower her with compliments, sweet nothings and have beautiful, passionate and rough sex with her 😏 (and also decides to punch whoever said sh*t about his girl). Thank youuu 💜💜 P.S. Sorry if this was too long☺️

hiii so i just thought of pwyc fluff (bc i love two hopeless romantics) so uhhh what if reader gives bucky a pet name? calls him "love" in front of his friends and bucky just melts and swoons

I just want pwyc reader and bucky to have kids 🫣😬😂 it would be so unexpected and I’m sure bucky would be super excited even if the news comes out of the blue 🥺🥺💕💕 it would be so funny though 😂😂

Just finished your dark soulmate Bucky fic-absolutely loved it, stayed up WAY too late reading it because I couldn’t stop. I was wondering if kids are ever discussed between them? I feel like no for both of them because Bucky seems too greedy to share the reader/lose time with her and I don’t know if the reader would really want babies with him after their start, even if she’s forgiven him. But I do wonder what would happen to Bucky’s mindset-does having a daughter make him realize any new aspects of what he did? Does a son make him worry about raising a man who could do what Bucky did to his own soulmate?

I have a pwyc prompt! Reader borrows Bucky’s beloved car as hers is in his shop. He tells her to be careful as it’s his baby. She misjudges a turn and wrecks it, only gets minor cuts/bruises but goes hospital to get checked out in case concussion. She doesn’t want to see bucky - freaking out about seeing him and admitting she crashed his baby but of course his main worries lie with someone else’s welfare!

what if reader wasn't bucky's soulmate but he wants her anyway. (long request)

Sorry in advance if this is too indulgent even for fanfic, but would you be interested in a prompt where pwyc Bucky is thrilled that the reader is gaining weight? Either because he takes it as a sign that she’s happy so she eating more, they’re going out on fun dates and have delicious things to eat or they’re spending too much time together for her to work out, etc etc. but he’s super into it. And loves to show it, especially during moments when she’s upset about it? So it’s something positive instead of negative.

Hi Bella. Love your work and love that you write curvy/plus size reader as I’m a curvier girl myself. I was wondering if you could write a Drabble/fic with pwyc bucky worshipping/praising reader’s bigger body - maybe she’s having a bad self image day or similar and he kisses all of her curves and lumps/bumps because he genuinely adores her figure and also is very much turned on by her even if she sometimes worries his muscular frame would be better suited to smaller partners as he’s so in shape.

This but she hurts herself bad?🤔🥺

“You come across any other kinks you wanna try, you just let me know. You know I’ll do anything for you, pretty girl.” Hmm how about breeding kink combined with marking kink. I believe the possessive side of Bucky here would absolutely eat this up and be feral. Would love to see your take on this, but if you don’t want, that’s okay! Thank youuu! 🫶🏻

Hi Bella! I have an idea for a PWYC Drabble please don’t feel obligated to respond or make it. So today I was walking and some total jerks yelled out the window calling me fat. I wonder how Bucky would either comfort reader or handle it. I know you have something similar with your knight drabble. Thank you for all of the incredible work you’ve given us, this is my favorite series of all time— you’re a great writer. ♥️🥹

Hi! I’m a huge fan of PWYC and I was wondering if you thought about doing a pregnancy one shot, or multiple shots related to Bucky and reader starting a family? I’m curious how the dynamic would be considering how Bucky already acts towards reader and how he tends to be very loving but also on consistent watch over reader. If you don’t like the idea or aren’t interested that’s totally okay too!

steve rogers:

I would love to see a stalker Steve Rogers who thinks he’s “courting” you when he buys you presents off your (private) wishlists, takes care of chores around the house when you’re sleeping or away, has lunch delivered to your workplace for you, etc. (sure it’s scary and weird all these things are happening to you, but I would also like to come home to packages on my porch and my lawn mowed, you know?)

[barnbridges]

I just read your analysis on Kathy Corcoran and the significance of her name; do you have any thoughts on other characters names? I love your posts akdbkshdjsj!! :]

Thank youuuu

I mean, my masterpost and piece de la resistance on the issue is here. But other than that:

I do believe it to be quite a strange and funny mess that Henry is very obviously inspired by Merricat Blackwood and that's the name of Marion's child. Tiberius, whom Henry is also based on, was the stepson of Augustus, through his wife Livia. Who might or might not have been the first woman to have been adressed as Matrona, who might or might not have been the love of Augustus' life. I have no fucking idea what Donna meant or meant not to imply in this, but it's absolutely a mess in my brain like why 🚬😵‍💫 Girl that child already has 3 names if she's Henry reincarnate too I'd fucking drown her if I were Marion (read my drabble, it's mandatory).

Charles and dr. Roland also strangely correlate. There is this very basic French classic called Chanson de Roland, that tells of the life of its titular character, a military leader under Charles the Great. Why this random song would be important, is that because of it, in the game of euchre (which is referenced in the book, as something Charles taught Richard), the king of heart is called Charles while his corresponding valet is called Roland. Vaguely on the same line, but Augustus is sometimes represented as the king of diamonds, which is the side of the card table that Charles presses against when he and Richard enter peak homoeroticism.

It's often referenced by the community that in Bret Ellis' Rules of Attraction, Paul and Lauren (two students at Ellis' Camden) talk about the classics students who killed a farmer in the woods and do not come to parties. Well, I have read RoA and here's a couple others:

Brigid Mcauly is offhandledly mentioned as a frigid student that hooked up with a possibly homosexual professor;

Lauren has a friend named Judy who is loud and majors in theater, her last name is not mentioned.

"Party Pig" is a title given in TSH to a guy called Jud McKenna that Richard gets hard over at that party where he picks up Mona, but in RoA that is what Lauren recalls people name Sean Bateman, another main character in RoA who appears in other works as well. Wink.

The "Swedish girl who wears nets and boots" is a friend of Marion's that Charles mentions, but is also someone Sean hooks up with in RoA as "that Swedish girl from Connecticut". This is very much probably the same person, for our Marion is herself from Connecticut. She's also a friend of Lauren, I think, which would have hilarious implications on the two novels.

I also think Bunny is specifically a fifth and not a sixth or seventh or forth child for the author to make a joke on Quentin Compson, whose name means fifth, who also has a niece that keeps his name going (sadly).

I wonder why Julian's last name is Morrow and what it means, I have my hypothesis in the post I've linked, but I genuinely want to pick at Donna's brain and see what's the deal with him.

[georgiapeach30513]

Hi there! I am a new follower of yours and my friend recommended I follow your blog because of your fanfiction writing. She knows I am normally a Sebastian Stan fanfic reader but she sent me some links to some of your masterlists of Chris Evans’ fanfic which I have saved to read along with one of Sebastian’s.fanfic. But I wanted to know what Sebastian Stan fanfic writings of yours do you recommend? Maybe you can rank them or pick your top three for me? Thank you for answering my question if you do.

Hey!! I didn't forget about you, I had to get on my computer to give some recs. I do love Seb, but I wouldn't say I write a ton for him. And honestly, I don't get as many notes, and I can lose interest in them.

But I do have some character favorites!!

I actually love my AU style writing of Jefferson and Sugar Cube. They do not follow a storyline as much as it's just smutty one shots, but they are the same characters. Plus it's fun and has callbacks to Alice in Wonderland.

This is such a crack fic, that I need to finish because it's ridiculous, but funny, and I enjoyed writing it. Plus somehow ghost!Charles Blackwood and Jake Jensen work. Misguided Ghosts

This story has a lot of Clark Kent, but I promise Carter is also a big part of it. A Bullet In Your Heart. I have a soft spot for Carter Baizen, and that's due to my extension of my story Desperate Affairs. The fic itself is such a deep love of mine, but the drabbles of three generations after the story ends was another. Sebastian's characters have huge parts in those.

For Bucky fans I do have Trying To Save Me which is very fantastical. Rebuild Your Ruins another I need to finish because, Vikings. Entangled Lust is becoming a hard story for me to finish because Bucky is the villain. See Through My Eyes is pure sweetness. And Man Out of Time is stupid long, but follows the MCU timeline, so it's frozen currently.

[ahyperactivehero]

Fic recs ask meme: 1, 10, & 20!

👍🏽 A fic you bookmarked recently

Cold Necklines & Warm Hands by VickeyStar

If he’s being honest with himself, watching the pen remain on the desk no matter how many times he tries to scoop it up, it’s not even the pen that’s pissing him off, today. It’s something that’s been bothering him for a while.

The neckline of his shirt is damp. 

This fic is an interesting look at Charles' first ghostly interaction.

10. 👽 A fic that isn’t prose (poetry, text fic, etc.)

I don't do a lot of fics that aren't prose, but one I read and enjoyed recently was Observances (collected poems by Martin K Blackwood regarding subject Jonathan Sims) by Reeah. I love when people write poetry for Martin, especially because it is not my strong suit.

20. 💖 A drabble that made you want 100K more words

These I have a lot more of, but for now I'll say Shortbread for Serpents by SealandRocks. It is a cute little fic about Crowley and Aziraphale living in their South Downs cottage and how people (kids especially) react to Crowley as a snake. I'm a sucker for seeing how outsiders interact with Crowley and Aziraphale, especially when it involves kids!

[sergeant-bonky]

A Big Inspiration

Artist!Charles x Reader

Summary: You enter Charles’ art room and find his latest work. (Based off the prompt submitted to @the-ss-horniest-book-club)

Warnings: Fluff

Authors Notes: Happy Monday! 

The jazz music playing from Charles’ art room had been turned off for a good while now while you were in the kitchen preparing dinner. The kettle on the stove whistled for your attention and you poured the water into two mugs, one for you and one for Charles. 

Charles has been busy working on a new piece of art. Something so secretive that he had barred you from his room. You were curious by nature, and curiosity got the better of you. Now you needed and wanted to know what he was painting. 

 When the teas were ready, you quietly made your way up the creaky wooden stairs and down the hall to Charles’ studio. Knocking with your foot, there was no answer from inside the room, but the door was ajar. With a huff, you kicked the door open with your foot and stepped in. Your eyes immediately found the breathtaking masterpiece on the easel. 

Before you dropped the steaming hot mugs, you sat them down on the desk and marveled at the painting before your eyes. 

It was a painting of a girl in a long white dress with wings growing out of her back, roses in her hair and she was riding a beautiful white horse along the beach. 

“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this. Honestly.” Charles said from behind you. Your head whipped in his direction and saw him leaning against his doorframe with his hands in his pockets and a wide, toothy grin on his face.

“Charles. It’s gorgeous. Your work is always magnificent.” You praised, and you weren’t wrong. His artwork was hung up on the wall over the house. “Who-who is she?” You asked. Looking back at the painting with your lips slightly parted. 

Charles wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “She’s you. How I imagine our wedding day.” 

[fxckbuckyscoming]

5. Greeting Cards || Charles Blackwood x Reader

Summary: Charles sends you a greeting card from Italy.

Warnings: None!

Authors Notes: Day 5 of @the-ss-horniest-book-club’s Home For The Holidays challenge! I’m playing catch up!

You kept the foreign envelope between your fingers. The stamps suggest it comes from Italy, and there was only one person you knew that was in Italy for a vacation right now.

Charles Blackwood.

You had the pleasure of meeting him some time ago when you were called to the big house to help take care of an uncle until his passing. You took care of the Blackwood family, even waitressed for Charles when he arrived one day without warning.

And here you stood at the end of your driveway, glancing side to side. Your name and address neatly handwritten in an italic writing.

Your fingers tore the envelope open. A greeting card slotted neatly inside, the card bent slightly in your attempt to pull it out of the envelope.

An Italian greeting was printed on the front. A snowman and Santa with his reindeers. It was so beautiful, and the rarest card you’ve ever seen. Opening it up, your eyes scanned the same writing that was on the front of the envelope.

A smile ghosted on your lips as you read over the message, holding the card close to your heart.

Keep your eye on the horizon.

You couldn’t wait to see him again.

[boxofbonesfic]

A prompt for you if it sparks interest…

One night in a haunted house can bring you wealth behind your means.

But beware of the alleged monster that lurks inside the estate… legend has it if you whisper his name, he may materialize in front of your eyes.

Good luck trying not to say Charles Blackwood. The name seems to roll right off the tongue…

Title: dust to dust

Wordcount: 1,334

Summary: Your dream job turns out to be more of a nightmare.

A/N: 👀 @syntheticavenger came in with the horror prompt, so i had to deliver 😮‍💨 i hope you all enjoy my latest Monkey’s Paw drabble.

“And you’re sure you’re fine there alone? That place gets pretty fucking creepy at night,” Came Amelia’s voice through the phone. You laughed, shaking your head even though she couldn’t see you. “I’m serious! I think it’s totally haunted.” 

 “You say that about every house we work in. It can’t always be true.” You heard your friend scoff through the receiver. “And I’ll be fine. It’s not my first rodeo.“ It was true—this wouldn’t be the first portrait you’d restored. And even if the Blackwood family manor was as creepy as Amelia said it was, you’d only be there for a few hours, max. “You just focus on your end of the deal, finding someone to fucking buy this thing after I’m done with it.” 

 She clucked at you through the phone, her irritated huffs the backdrop to the picturesque countryside rolling alongside the car. 

 “Fine! I’m just saying. It’s creepy.”

 “Creepy, yes. Haunted? Hard no,” you laughed. “Besides, the faster we’re finished, the faster we get that sweet, sweet Blackwood cash.” 

 “Is payday all you ever think about?”

 “When it’s enough to skate for an entire year while I figure out my artist’s residency? Christ, yes.” 

 The construction team was still working on the house’s exterior when you pulled in, despite the light drizzle. One of the guys tipped his yellow hard hat to you as you parked out front, a lit cigarette hanging from between his lips. 

 “Just you today?” He called as you exited the car, wrapping your scarf tighter around your shoulders. “Where’s the little one?” You bit back a laugh, knowing Amelia would bristle at her unofficial nickname—even if it was accurate.  

 “Yeah, just me, Martin. Doors unlocked?” You asked, taking the slick steps two at a time as you shouldered your canvas bag of paints and brushes. He nodded, making a noise of assent in the back of his throat before turning back to the scaffolding. The project was taking longer than anticipated, you could tell by the doubled workforce outside. You knew the owner was eager to sell, too—the asking price had dropped two times already. 

 The inside of the manor was bustling with activity too, and you sidestepped a pair of men carrying a ladder. You ducked quickly into the overlarge drawing room, settling against the closed door with a deep sigh. 

 Finally. The thought rolled in like low static, barely discernible from the rest of the noise in your head. 

 So low, you don’t recognize it isn’t yours. 

 Despite the activity outside, the sitting room was eerily silent, but you liked it that way—no distractions. You undraped the portrait of one of the Blackwoods—long dead now—and his blue eyes stared out gloomily at you from the canvas. You began pulling your supplies from your bag, laying them on the table beside your easel. You’d already done the surface cleaning on the old oil painting days ago, going slowly across each inch of canvas as though you were caressing a lover’s skin.

 The oil paint wasn’t damaged from age, though it was old—maybe fifty, sixty years. What had damaged it was smoke—smoke from the fire that had destroyed this place. 

 How astute. You’re a bright little thing, aren’t you pet?

 The portrait wasn’t large, maybe two and a half by three feet at most, but it was valuable, the old Blackwood matriarch had told you, and rather sternly at that. You mixed your colors carefully, testing them before beginning to apply them to the canvas. It was mostly the right side that had been damaged, the paint curling and blackened with soot that no one dared wipe away for fear of doing further harm. 

 You painted with slow, delicate strokes, uncaring of the hours ticking by as the house quieted around you. 

 Keep going. You were determined to finish, a fire lit inside of you as you dragged your brush across the canvas. You’re almost there. Almost done. You’d had projects like this before; intense time constraints, picky and demanding clients—but this time was different. Like you’d dug so deep that you’d breached someone else’s drive instead of just your own. 

 So close, now…

 When you stepped away from the easel, hours had passed, and your phone, which had been silenced, blinked angrily at you from the chair by the door. The  painting would need a few finishing touches, but for the most part, it was done. 

 You wiped a hand across your sweaty cheek, noting with a frown that your hand came away streaked with paint. The sun was beginning to set, and as you opened the door to the sitting room, you found the hallway empty. Another glance at your brightly lit phone screen told you it was a bit past seven, and the sky outside the windows was tinged pink with the setting sun. 

 “Hello?” Your own voice seemed to dissipate in the evening air, not carrying far. “Martin? Ozzie?” 

 They all left…

 It was strange of them to leave and not lock up, to leave the tools unattended and the manor’s thick oak double doors wide open. You padded to the entrance, poking your head outside. Sure enough, the work vans were gone, the plastic sheeting hanging from the scaffolding flapping gently in the breeze. 

 I should go too. 

 You returned inside, quickly gathering your paint and brushes. It was summer, but the recent rain had left the air chilly and damp, and you shuddered as you shoved your supplies hurriedly into your bag. You turned to leave, sparing one last glance at the canvas. 

 Wait, is he…smiling? Your chest tightened as you stared at the easel. Was he… always smiling? The paint shifted on the canvas like a living thing, the colors flowing over one another like water as ever so slowly, the man on the canvas drew his tongue across his lips. 

 Hello, beautiful.

 Something warm and wet dripped down from your left nostril onto your lip, and when you licked at it absently, hot copper bloomed on your tongue. He had been sitting, scowling, but now he stood, staring out at you from the painting like he could really see you. 

 Say my name, beautiful. Let me out. His voice vibrated painfully in your skull, and you whimpered, clapping your hands uselessly to your ears as though it would shut him out. You made for the door, but the pressure of his words made your eyes roll as you sank to your knees. 

 “I don’t—I don’t know it,” you babbled, tears leaking from your closed eyes. 

 Yes you do. You’ve known it this whole time, his voice was like black honey. Say it. His face was pressed up against the canvas like he was looking out a window. You shook your head, and his voice became breaking glass, became mountains crumbling and thunder booming—

 SAY IT.

 Blood trickled from your nose as you convulsed on the old carpet. 

 “C-Charles B-B-Bla-ackwood.” You could taste more blood on your tongue as the pressure in your skull receded. You were wrung out and limp, watching helplessly as a skeletal hand extended out of the canvas, curling around the frame as Charles Blackwood pulled himself free. You knew you weren’t meant to see it, the man crawling out of the painting like a corpse from an old grave, the flesh winding back up his bony fingers until they looked pink and new. 

 Charles straightened his suit jacket as you stared up at him, your eyes red and watery. He squatted down in front of you, clucking as he brushed sweaty hair out of your eyes. 

 “Don’t fret, beautiful,” he swiped his thumb through the trail of red beneath your nose and popped it into his mouth. “We’ll have you feeling right as rain in no time.” His eyes swept down your trembling form, and the smile that spread across his lips sent ice shooting through your veins. 

“I think you’ll like your new home.” 

 fin

[jobean12-blog]

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.

“Hello darling. Look at you,” he simpers, tracing his top lip with his tongue.  

“Do you like it?” you ask, grabbing the hem and shaking your hips.

He crooks his finger and motions for you to sit on his thigh. You do as he says, clasping your hands together in your lap and looking at him through your lashes. He takes the fabric between his fingers, rubbing it before letting it drop and running his hand down your leg.

“I do,” he says quietly. “You’re quite the distraction.”

You giggle but when you see the hard set of his jaw you cover your mouth to quiet yourself.

“What is it you’re reading?” you ask.

“We have always lived in the castle,” he replies. “It’s a mystery, quite thrilling actually.”

You give him a sweet smile and lean down to kiss him softly.

“I’ll leave you to you to it then,” you tell him, getting up to walk away.

He grabs your wrist, twirling you back around so you’re standing between his legs.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, tugging you closer.

He sits forward and skims his hand up the back of your leg, stopping at your hip then hooking his thumb into your underwear and dragging them down your legs.

“I don’t want to distract you Charles,” you whimper, trembling under his touch.

“Too late,” he purrs, letting the pale colored fabric drop to the floor at your feet.

You gasp as his fingers slide between your legs and through your folds, collecting the wetness that’s already gathered there.

“Always so ready for me sweetheart.”

His eyes stay glued to yours as he unbuttons his pants and pulls down the zipper, freeing his hard cock and stroking his hand along the length of it.

“Come and have a seat,” he tells you.

You rest your hands on either side of the chair and straddle his lap, lowering yourself onto him slowly. The stretch causes your head to fall back in bliss and the moment he’s fully inside you your hips begin to rock back and forth.

His large hands grip you tightly and he stops your movements.

“You’ll get to have your fun. But not yet. First, you’re going to warm my cock while I finish my reading,” he says simply.  

You let out a small whine and he tilts his head in a clear challenge.

“Behave,” he whispers, “or you won’t get what you want.”

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[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

March 2023 Masterlist Update

✅ - finished 🆕 - new series

Series

MCU

Secrets (Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes)

The Little Things in Life (Steve Rogers)

Paper Doll (Steve Rogers)

Never Too Late (Steve Rogers)

Cabin Fever (Bucky Barnes) ✅

Time (D)rift  (Bucky Barnes)  ✅

Little Lies (Loki)  ✅

Unearthly Desires  (Loki)

All in the Family  (Loki, Vision & Heimdall)

By the King’s Hand (Loki & Thor)

Made for Him (Peter Parker)

Other Fandoms

Hopelessly Devoted (Andy Barber)

One Night  (Andy Barber) ✅

Wildest Dreams  (Andy Barber) 🆕

Somewhere Only We Know

The Assistant (Clark Kent)

River Below (Rafe Cameron)

Washed Up  (Rafe Cameron) 🆕

Two of a Kind (Ransom Drysdale & Charles Blackwood)

Multifandom

Pretty Petals  🆕

Campus AU

One Shots

MCU

Everywhere You Go (Steve Rogers & Tony Stark)

Other Fandoms

Off the Beaten Track (Lee Bodecker)

In His Thrall (Harald Finehair)

Pitfall (Lloyd Hansen)

succulent (Steve Kemp)

Drabbles

One Offs

MCU

Not All That Glitters (Thor)

Professional Discretion (Steve Rogers)

Behind the Scenes  (Bucky Barnes)

Other Fandoms

Wherever You Will Go (Andy Barber)

Dirty Little Secret (Lee Bodecker)

What Did I Say?  (Lloyd Hansen)

Series

MCU

One (Steve Rogers)

Wallflower (Thor)

The Happy Couple (Bucky Barnes)

Resistance (Bucky Barnes)

Other Fandoms

Unexpected (Lloyd Hansen)

Home Sweet Home (Clark Kent)

[the-iceni-bitch]

Oh lord, the wheels of fortune are

1. Impact Play

2. Charles Blackwood

3. Lie down and shut...

Oh shit! My first one and this is so good! This is gonna be filthy! Especially since I'm gonna make this stepdad!Charles

No minors!!

Maybe you shouldn't have been such a massive tease, but fuck if you didn't love tormenting your stepfather when you got stuck at these stupid society events.

You'd spent the entire garden party giving him little peeks of an extra few inches of skin. Bending over your croquet mallet nice and slow until he could catch a hint of the lacy thong you were wearing. Reaching across the table to grab a pastry and giving a view right down the front of your blouse.

But the thing that pushed him over the edge was when you started flirting with that trust fund moron who had been fawning after you for weeks. Hearing that lilting laugh when the idiot started mouthing at your ear and curled his hand around the small of your back made his vision turn red, shoving your drunk mother off him and storming towards you with a scowl on his face.

He knocked his shoulder into yours on purpose and smirked when the jackass spilled his drink all over you.

"Oh no, sweetheart, we don't want that to stain." You didn't get a chance to respond before he was dragging you inside with purpose.

Before you knew it he had you pressed against the kitchen counter, one hand shoved inside your bra and tugging on your nipple harshly while the other pressed against the sodden lace that covered your core.

"Soaked like a fucking whore." He growled, rolling your earlobe between his teeth as he continued rubbing his fingers over your swollen cunt through your panties. "That pretty boy get you all worked up?"

"Yeah, he offered to take me to his family's private island." You purred when he skimmed his teeth over the curve of your neck. "Just think, two full months of sex that doesn't involve having to sneak around. What do you have to offer, daddy?"

"You fucking brat." He moved a hand to curl around the back of your neck and slammed your face into the counter. "Teasing me all fucking afternoon like I'm not gonna do anything about it. Lie down and shut up."

Your sassy retort was muffled when he ripped your panties off and shoved them into your mouth, yanking your skirt up around your waist and groaning when he finally caught sight of your dripping cunt. He had your head bent at an angle that made it impossible to see what exactly he was doing, but you clenched around nothing when you heard him rifling through one of the drawers.

The first smack of the wooden spoon against your ass made you jump. He was brutal, bringing the utensil down on your flesh at a vicious pace that was making you sob around your panties. Normally he'd make you count them out, but the thought of you letting that rich idiot put his hands on you made him furious.

He'd lost count, but he must have smacked that spoon against your ass at least 25 times. You had to stretch your hands over the counter and grip the opposite edge, your snot and tears pooling on the chilly marble and smearing over your face when you rested your cheek on the countertop when he finally finished.

There was only a moment of relief for you before you heard the clink of his belt and then he was splitting you open on his thick cock, taking absolutely no care for the tender flesh of your ass.

"That's it, fuck." The tiny whimpers that were escaping around your panties were just making him even more feral. "Christ, love when you turn into a stupid cockdrunk bitch. Where's that smart mouth now, princess?"

He plucked your panties out of your mouth and grinned when your only reply was a wanton moan. You arched back into him when he wrapped his fingers in your hair and started yanking you down on his cock until he felt you start to flutter around him.

"Aww, you gonna come like a good little slut for your daddy?" He mocked, curling over and running his tongue over your cheek. "C'mon, sweetheart, cream all over my cock."

As soon as he gave you permission your entire body seized with pleasure. Charles covered your mouth with his and swallowed your harsh cry, moaning while your pussy fluttered wildly around his cock as he kept fucking you through it. It only took another stuttered jerk of his hips and he was pulling out of you with a grunt, jerking his fist over his length until he was shooting thick ropes of cum all over your swollen pussy.

"Just look at that pretty cunt." He ran his fingers through your folds to smear his cum over your sensitive skin, chuckling at the gasp you let out when he teased them over your clit. "You tease me like that again and I won't let you come for a week. You're mine."

[sweeterthanthis]

Prompt: “Would you ever say, if you love me please stop? No? That’s my good girl.”

Requested by: Anon ✨

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Female Reader

Word Count: 657

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, arranged marriage, DUBCON/NONCON, rough vaginal sex, mirror sex, asphyxiation, mild breeding kink. 18+.

A/N: This is my first time writing Charles, so I have no idea what I’m doing 🤷🏻‍♀️

He terrified you.

From the minute you’d set foot in that house, you’d known it was the biggest mistake you’d ever make.

Charles’ looks were deceiving. Thick, dark hair pushed back out of his face, sparkling sapphire eyes that glinted with a certain mystery, you couldn’t help but be entranced by them. Cheekbones that could cut glass, a smile that would no doubt charm even the sternest of women. Always smartly dressed, Charles was a sight for sore eyes. The kind of man any woman would be happy to marry.

But when your parents had handed you over like you were nothing, a bartering tool to meet their own ends, you found out that he was anything but.

Charles had certain expectations of you, taking your virginity the very night you were betrothed, not caring for one second that you were scared, shaky and unsure. He took his pleasure from you, enticing your own out of you in the process. But it was unwelcome. The way your body shook in the heat of the moment was the polar opposite to what was going on in your mind when his girth split you open for the first time.

He had an insatiable appetite for your body, something that most women would be envious of. To have a Husband who was completely enraptured, unable to keep his hands off you. It was the dream, wasn’t it?

That was the question you asked yourself as he plunged himself into your tight cunt, hips digging into the wooden dressed and your cheek pressed up against the mirror; the heat from your ragged breaths misting on the surface.

“Fucked you so many times, still so tight for me. Like fuckin’ a pretty virgin every time.” He panted, hands grabbing at your hips for leverage. “Wonder if you’ll still be this tight when you’ve given me what I want. Can’t wait to have a coupl’a kids runnin’ round here.”

You winced at his foul words, fighting the pleasure that coiled in your gut with each jut of his hips against your ass, cock stretching out every part of you while you braced yourself, fingernails cutting into the wood.

You hissed as he pounded against your cervix, a swirl of discomfort and bliss causing your eyes to flutter closed. “Ah, Charles!”

“Open those beautiful eyes, Dove. Look at yourself. Such a mess.”

His hand curled around your throat, pulling you up, your back against his chest and his lips ghosting your ear. – his hot breath perspiring on your cheek.

Taking in the sight of yourself in the mirror, hair wild and breasts jiggling each time he fucked up into you, you couldn’t stop the tears from pooling in your eyes. You were ashamed, hateful of your body’s chase for ecstasy. You hated him. And he knew it.

Teeth sinking into your neck, hand tightening around your throat, he pounded you mercilessly. He squeezed until you were gasping for air, dragging his mouth at the nape of your neck, eyes fixed on your reflection in the mirror.

“Would you ever say, if you love me please stop?” You wanted to kill him, make him sorry for the way he relentlessly tormented you. But you’d never give him the satisfaction he craved by pleading for mercy. You shook your head, swallowing down the bile in your throat as his eyes twinkled with depravity. “No? That’s my good girl.”

You wanted to spit in his face. Tell him that the mere sight of him made you want to vomit. Yet instead, you relaxed into his hold, pulse slowing as he tightened his grip on your throat.

You let him fuck you like he owned you.

Because as much as it made you want to wail and cry, as much as you hated the reality of it, he did.

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"Seriously, why did both of you join the hunt? Didn't the noble and the royals would be the ones sitting in their office and demanding hunters?"

"It's your stereotype, James. Besides, it's fun to hunt those ghosts."

Bucky tsked

"Yeah, I forget you are also a Sorcerer and your biggest habit is luring those poor souls to become your slaves."

"How rude! It's win-win, I offer them a place and they work for me."

"And what about you, prince? Why did you join this even when the queen her highness crying and begging you don't come?"

The prince just shrugged

"I'm the heir to the throne, it's my duty to know what happened in this kingdom. Hunt is one of them, so of course, I need to join at least once."

Bucky sighed and gave them knives, a ghostwriting book, and some smudge Sticks.

"Alright, I would be the one to call the ghosts, Charles is the one to check the book, and sir, you need to light the sticks if you see the salt melt. Got it?"

They both nodded before all three of them enter the mansion.

What's happened?

Bucky opened his eyes and found something wrong.

"Awww, you wake up, handsome..." A thrilled woman's voice sang beside him.

He tilted his head and a pure white fabric covered his eyes. He feels something—or someone, touched his face with their cold fingers. Bucky shivered and cocked his head, trying to find his teammates.

Well, Charles was cornering a trembling ghost and whispered to them.

"Come on, my fair lady. It's not as terrible as you think. Just sign the contract so you don't need to stay in this cold and lonely house anymore."

The ghost lady shook her head and try to be transparent but was stopped by the Sorcerer's magic.

The Sorcerer closed their distance and slowly moved off the white fabric, he leaned down his head and gave the poor soul a cold, sweet kiss. Then he took a black ring from his pocket and put it on her finger before he whispered some spells and kissed the ring.

"Finally got you, my little ghost."

Bucky chose to let the Sorcerer has his fun and turned to seek the prince.

"So you're the prince in this kingdom? Then why are you here? It's not a good place for someone like you." The ghost said while she lit the room.

"I am here to say this mansion is in my territory, and you are also my people, you can't haunt this house and murder my other ones."

"But we didn't kill, we just scared them so they would leave us alone. Only some weirdos try to summon the demons or evils so they invaded this mansion and murdered their 'sacrifice'. It's not our fault!"

"Weirdos? The cults? Did they succeed? And they still here?"

Bucky could see the ghost made a '= =' face and the wind breeze.

"No, we chased them away and stop the ritual, it's our last place to stay and we would never leave unless you find a better one for us."

She continued before the prince parted his lips.

"And the palace is not a good place, so give me other options."

"Oh, I thought my room is a good one...but I could understand."

The ghost lady giggled and spun around.

"Never choose the palace, it's just a huge golden cage."

"Then how about my necklace? Could you leave it in there?"

The prince showed the golden necklace he wears all the time.

"It's from my mother and it's my precious. It does not belong to royalty but a son who loves his mother. I learned that an item which has been put enough love and miss could be the vessel for the soul."

The ghost lady frowned

"If that is really so important to you, then why will you offer that to me? I'm just a nobody. A ghost who already forgive her name a long time ago."

"Because I know the feeling try to find a home in which you belong to."

Hesitate, and the ghost lady nodded eventually.

They held hands while closing their eyes and praying to the moon. Then the ghost lady disappeared before the golden round pendant emerge on a woman's face.

"Wow! We did it! And this place is so comfy, thank you, Sir."

Her chirped voice made the prince grin.

"See enough?" The cold voice spoke again and pulled Bucky's attention back. Her beautiful eyes sadden when the hunter didn't speak anything.

"You are the one to capture me, right? Did you bring the lantern?"

Bucky stared at the ghost who nearly break into tears, and he took the lantern while murmuring:

"I'm gonna be the fool, punk. Wish me the best."

She bowed her head and let the lantern draw her soul.

When the lamp lit the small gold and blue fire. Her voice showed up again.

"Huh? Why? Did someone hear me? Hello?"

"Yeah, we all hear, this is the special lantern for the good soul. But you have to help me capture or eliminate more evils to retain the lantern's power."

"That...thank you! I don't know what to say, but thank you!"

"Oh, I'm not the best to deal with women's tears. Hey, hey! just save your tears, okay? You should laugh more...of course, in a good way."

"Thanks, Bucky. I appreciate that."

"How did you...ugh never mind." Bucky patted the lantern tenderly

"So...let's go home."