#charles blackwood fan fic

[starryevermore]

no more (2) ✧ charles blackwood

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pairing: charles blackwood x fem!reader

summary: charles knows something is wrong, but is he ready to be confronted with what he did?

word count: 971

warnings?: soulmate au, angst with an...ambiguous ending?, not proofread

BABY DON’T HURT ME (PART 1)

Charles knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what. Something had definitely changed, though. You used to chat his ear off during breakfast, asked him to stay in the kitchen while you cooked just so you could talk to him. But now, whenever he joined you in the kitchen, you wouldn’t even look his way, your focus entirely on the bacon in the skillet and the biscuits in the oven. You used to love kissing and cuddling him, often finding your way into his lap if you had time between chores, pressing soft kisses along his jaw as he read. Now, you never initiated any of the affection. And when he tried, you’d always turn your head away, pull out of his arms, act like you had something else to do. Yeah, something was wrong. But he didn’t have the first clue what it was. 

If he wracked his brain hard enough, he’d know that something had changed the night of the fight. Perhaps you were upset that he didn’t want kids? Yeah, yeah, that must be it. You must’ve felt hurt, maybe you thought that that meant he never wanted kids. That wasn’t what he meant at all. He wanted kids, he wanted a full house of little versions of the two of you. Maybe that was the way to make things right? 

So, that night at dinner, as you began to clear the dishes, he grabbed your wrist when you reached for his plate. You paused, looking over at him, no emotion, no love, behind your eyes. “I’m ready.”

“For what?”

God, it made his heart hurt to hear you be so monotone. Had he really hurt you that badly?

“To have kids, pumpkin,” he said, pulling your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. 

“Okay.”

You pulled your hand away, grabbing the plate, and disappearing into the kitchen. That...wasn’t what he was expecting. Why weren’t you happy? He couldn’t even begin to understand what was wrong. 

He followed you into the kitchen, staring at your back as you washed the dishes, trying to figure out what he should say. Your relationship had never been this hard. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. In the past, when you were mad at him, you would give him a piece of your mind. But for you to be so quiet now? It made him wonder if there was something more to this situation.

“Oh. Did you want to start now?” you asked, trying your hands off with the hand towel.

“No. I mean, yes. I-I want to know what’s going on.”

You furrowed your brows together. “Nothing’s going on. I can meet you in the bedroom if—”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N!” he said, smacking his hand against the counter. “I’m not a fucking fool. You ain’t telling me something, and I won’t stand for it.”

“I’m just being the good, submissive wife you always wanted me to be,” you said. 

“What?”

“You said you didn’t like my nagging, so I stopped. And that I just kept asking for more, so I stopped,” you said, your shoulders sagging. “And I thought, well, if he’s going to seek out the comfort of another woman, then clearly he doesn’t need me to—”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

You stared at him, almost as if you were debating on saying the truth. Then, finally you said, “That night, you went to the bar and got drunk off your ass, and came back here, shouting about how I just nag all the time and won’t get off your back and that’s why you slept with someone else. Then you started calling me a big, dumb baby ‘cause I started crying. So I figured that I would just stop.”

The memory came back to him in waves, how he was knocking back whiskey for hours, until a woman with long legs and a plump ass walked his way, purring about how she could show him a good time. How she took him back to her place and how he—fuck. He really fucked this up.

“Y/N—”

“Please, don’t.” You took a step away from his as he reached out for you. “It...What’s done is done. I know my place now. I-I won’t ask for more than you give me.”

“But that’s not what I want.”

“But it’s what I want.” Tears began to roll down your cheeks, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss them away. “You...you broke my heart, Charles. I can’t trust you with the broken pieces anymore. And I shouldn’t have trusted you with my heart in the first place.”

God, it felt like someone had ripped his own heart out and stomped on it, grinding it into the floor for good measure.

“I’ll make this better, baby, I promise,” he said, moving toward you so fast you couldn’t move away. One of his hands rested on your hip, right where your soulmate mark was. It was warm, radiating heat through your dress. He grabbed one of your hands, placing it over his heart, where his mark was. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

“But what if you already have?”

“Then I’ll win you back.”

“And if there’s nothing to win back?”

“Then I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you just how sorry I am.” He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I’ll do anything to make you happy. I’m gonna make this right. I promise.”

And, so tired from having to put up a front for so long, you wound your arms around his neck, holding him close, wondering if it would be easier to just forgive him and learn to love him again than to be play the part of a scorned woman.

[lancetuckershairgel]

Take Care of Your Man

Characters: Charles Blackwood x Reader

Warnings: oral sex, softness

It was a quiet evening at the Blackwood manor. Charles was in his study having his evening cigar and enjoying a book while you were taking your evening bath. You took care to shave yourself smooth then spritzed a spray of the expensive Italian perfume Charkes had gifted you onto your neck. You opened the brown package that had arrived earlier that day and pulled out the silk negligee you'd ordered from a catalog a few weeks earlier. Slipping it on and giving your hair a tussle, you made your way down the stairs and into the study. Quietly you went over to the bar and poured a glass of brandy and moved the record needle over to begin playing "Only You" by The Platters.

Charles peered over his book as you walked up to him, his lips parting and eyes widening as he saw you.

"Oh don't you look lovely"

"Thank you, my darling."

You handed him the glass of brandy with a smile and dropped to your knees between his legs. Your hands ran over his slacks, up to his thighs as you looked up at his handsome face.

"Darling.."

"Shh. Go back to reading. You've had a long day, let me take care of you."

Your fingers moved to his belt and you unfastened it slowly before sliding down the zipper to remove his cock, already hardening with anticipation, from his pants. Charles did attempt to go back to his book as you lovingly stroked him but the second he felt your tonge glide over the underside and your lips suck in the head he dropped his book to the arm of the chair and let out a sigh. He closed his eyes as you began sucking him, taking his cock further into your mouth. His hand tangled into your hair, grinding you along and you began to massage his balls gently as you sucked.

"So good darling. Keep going" he uttered between sharp breaths "Good girl."

His praises fueled your fire and you could feel the wetness dripping down your thighs as you continued to pleasure him.

"Don't stop."

You didn't plan on it. You wanted, craved, the taste of his cum and you sped up the pace of your mouth, moving your other hand to the base to stroke him. Soon his breathing became more labored and you felt him shift with tension in his body. His cock twitched against your tongue. The first taste of his release hit your tastebuds and you moaned, sending a vibration through to his core. His hand tightened in your hair as he came in spurts, grunting and moaning your name.

@marvelgirl7 @southernbell91 @book-dragon-13 @anxiousamandapanda @brat-in-a-teacup @jobean12-blog @randomfandompenguin @tranquil--heart @marvelandotherfandomimagines @loricameback @abovethesmokestacks @buckysforeverprincess @i-have-arrived-bitch

[dreamingitsover]

sebastian stan and co. fic recs

* is smut

some of these fics are dark or have really intense scenes, make sure you read the warnings for them!!

bucky barnes

serves you right to suffer *(dark fic!!!) by @mypoisonedvine

not so shy now * by @navegandoaciegas

share your blessings *(mob!au ft steve rogers) by @kinanabinks

something borrowed *by @fuckandfluff

i won’t hop & you don’t own me * by @thewritingdoll

nobody does it like you do * by @ambrosiase

eyes up * by @dirtychocolatechai

your favorite necklace* (ft steve rogers) by @angrythingstarlight

can’t have you* by @lavendercitizen

lee bodecker

into the woods* (orc!lee fics) by @slothspaghettiwrites

only fans #2 * (ft ransom drysdale) by @awhitewolfandhisvibraniumshield

off the hook * (ft. bucky barnes) by @sweeterthanthis

bunny * by @buckycuddlebuddy

pinocchio* by @purple-babygirl

stress relief * by @buckyhoneybaby

american pie * by @qyllenhaal

no use fightin’ * by @dadplease

miscellaneous

burning desire * (charles blackwood) by @nsfwsebbie

house warming gifts * (carter bazien ft ransom drysdale) by @fairyevans

cattivo fino all’osso charles blackwood) by @/nsfwsebbie

[navegandoaciegas]

Fic Recommendation List no one asked for

(all of these are dark and 18+)

they may contain dubcon/noncon so proceed with caution

I included: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Charles Blackwood and dark!Reader.

I feel like a broken record sometimes but yeah, I’m not a native speaker, sorry for any mistakes

I needed this to keep track of my favorite stories, but if you choose to read them, I hope you enjoy them as much as I do 🤍

Bucky Barnes

📌 Wicked Way | I could sit here a whole day and write all about how much I adore @giorno-plays-piano , her talent and creativity. I loved drider!bucky, orc!bucky, warlock!bucky, alien!bucky, but necromancer!bucky owns my whole heart. It’s the story of a heart wrenching obsession and it’s written beautifully. It’s poetry. 10/10 would recommend.

📌 Happy to Help | My baby @whateveriwant is talented af. Bucky’s pov and the reader’s alternate through the story and offer two different perspectives on the same events. No spoilers but you’ll see how different their interpretation of reality is and how that makes the ending ten times creepier.

📌 Light of my Life | by @angrythingstarlight It’s a series (I’m pretty sure it’s not complete yet, correct me if I’m wrong) inspired by the Shining. You can really feel Bucky’s slow descent into madness and the reader’s growing discomfort and unease.

📌 Til Death Do Us Part | by @cherienymphe Mob!Bucky is something else, tbh. He’s pretty much demented and yet somewhat sweet. His possessiveness does things to me. Smut is chef kisses. I suggest you read the drabble that goes with it too. More unhinged mob!bucky for ya (x).

📌 Bible Study | @asadmarveltrashbag I mean at this point we get it, I have a problem with my blasphemy kink lmfao, but this story is so good! Let’s just say I too want Bucky Barnes to fuck me on a table surrounded by holy books in a good Christian household.

📌 just another day in the office | My talented bby @buckysbunny wrote the perfect stalker!Bucky who does things to me that he shouldn’t, and paired him with a naive, innocent reader who happens to have the biggest praise kink. Highly recommend.

📌 First and Last | by @navybrat817 A/B/O stories tend to weird me out sometimes, but this one was just great! I loved how strong the reader is, and how she gets broken down as the story progresses. The ending is pretty heartbreaking, but possessive Bucky + the very good smut make it worth it.

📌 Stay | by @you-are-my-sanctuary Not the darkest, but it includes stalker!Bucky and kidnapping. I love both Bucky’ and reader’s characterization in this one. The smut is incredibly hot, and he’s soft but demanding at the same time. The last couple lines gave me chills.

📌 Obscure | Dark, obsessive, possessive Bucky is perfection, and @sinner-as-saint is queen of hot af smut that you could literally get yourself off on.

📌 Into The Woods | by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor I’m a big fan of all her Bucky stories, (I loved The Widow too) but lumberjack!Bucky hits different.

📌 Ice Cream Man | by my bby @nsfwsebbie I’ve read it ages ago (one of the first dark stories I’ve ever read) and it’s stuck in my mind since. It’s very creepy and very hot at the same time.

📌 Silent Night | by @softboibarnes It’s a series with dad’s bestfriend Bucky and naive reader. The smut is very hot, and it’s interesting to read Bucky’s deranged thought process. I highly recommend you read this.

Charles Blackwood

📌 Cherries and Lace | by @mariessecretfantasies Naive reader, asshole parents, same ol’ Charles.

Steve Rogers

📌 Dancer in the Dark | by @jtargaryen18 Creepy roommate story with a very ominous ending that made me feel as suffocated as the reader would have had she known the real extent of Steve’s presence and control in her life. Thoroughly enjoyed it from start to finish.

📌 Golden Boy | by @angrythingstarlight Unhinged envious Steve is an asshole, and my heart broke for Bucky and reader. Beautifully written as usual, and I loved how the present and past event intersecate and flow easily together.

Andy Barber

📌 The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom | by @mypoisonedvine You know a story is good when I read it and like it even if it’s not about my baby Bucky. Hot sexual tension with your boyfriend’s dad. Makes me want to fuck someone’s dad, and j.d. said I could so it’s okay. 10/10

Dark Reader

📌 Black Magic by @champangebucky

📌 Tooth Fairy by @whateveriwant

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I’ve just found out that someone I was exposed to at work might have corona, and I’m very not okay rn, but I’ve decided to make a list of things I enjoy to take my mind off of my problems, basically. That’s it for now, but I might add more. I’ll make a light!fics recommendation too at some point! 🤍

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Where Do You Want Her Now?

Pairings | dark!Charles Blackwood x f!reader, dark!Ransom Drysdale x f!reader

Warnings | NON CON, oral (m-receiving), nipple play (kinda?), just straight up messy, deep throating, dirty talk, degradation, spitting, unprotected sex

Word count | 1983

Summary | Charles and Ransom, family friends, find a new play thing at a party.

A/n | this fic contains Non-consensual sex. If this makes you uncomfortable, please DO NOT READ.

Masterlist

The second his eyes met yours from across the room you knew something was up. The deep blue stare was hungry, dark, looming from over the lip of his half-filled champagne flute as he idly chatted with the dark-haired man beside him.

The really unsettling part; the thing that let you know that something was wrong, was that the man beside him also seemed to have a gaze locked on you. The thought that they could be talking about you whilst looking at you like that made you incredibly nervous, a shudder rattling down your spine as you forced yourself to look away.

You were out of place anyway, not used to these fancy and frilly parties. But your friend had invited you, saying that she just couldn't show up to a Blackwood party without a plus one, even if you weren't a date, per say.

So with an over exaggerated sigh and a roll of your eyes, you'd agreed. You had even let her lend you a dress and do your hair and make up, thinking at the time that no one would notice you anyway and that it wouldn't hurt to indulge her just this once.

Now you knew you were very wrong.

That's how you found yourself here, hands bound behind your back and cornered into a wall in a spare room by non other than Ransom Drysdale.

He had his large cock down your throat, belt buckle cool against your flushed cheeks as you attempt to flinch away from the other set of wandering hands finding their way over your chest.

Without warning your dress was ripped open, the fabric falling down to your waist and leaving you cold, shivering, with only a small bra to cover your modesty.

"Mmm, looks like we have a messy one here, Ran." Charles Blackwood smirked from where he was crouched beside you, the host's eyes ogling at the shine of spit as it leaked from your mouth along with Ransom's precum.

"Such a perfect little whore for us, huh?" Ransom chided with a deep, rumbling and dark chuckled from above you, his hand braced on the wall behind you as he pistons his hips forwards. His other hand was fisted in the hair at the base of your skull, pinky ring digging into your scalp as he ruthlessly fucked into your throat.

"Not quite." Charles snarled, and before you could think to question what he was talking about, a stinging sensation burnt across your cheek. "Open your fucking eyes when we talk to you, it's polite." Charles sneered, your cheek throbbing from the pain of his slap that would've sent your head snapping to the side were it not for Ransom's fingers tightly wrapped in your hair.

You managed to peel your eyes open, looking sideways at Charles who was now also adorning a smirk, hand palming it your breasts through your bra. He pulled the cup closest to him down, freeing your boob and smiling sadistically as he trailed two fingers up your chin.

"That's better. Gettin' real sloppy now, though, darlin'." Charles commented, swiping his fingers across your chin and collecting a swab of spittle before pressing it against your hardened bud.

He circled your nipple with his fingers, rolling the nub between them before pinching it harshly and pulling a whimper from you.

"Fuck, that's it baby, just like that." Ransom groaned, hips stuttering as he held himself down your throat. You spluttered around him, face going red as you wrestled to get your arms free of the expensive scarf Ransom had tied them up with. The wool burnt against our wrists, only tightening as you felt yourself get dizzy.

"Can you see those little black spots yet, darlin'? That's when the real fun begins." Charles grinning darkly and you panicked. "C'mon, make him cum. I want you to make him cum down your fuckin' throat and swallow every drop."

Ransom let out a deep sound from above you, something of a low groan infused with a possessive growl. He seemed to pull back slightly as those little spots Charles mentioned appeared, the thick ropes sticking to your throat making you retch. It was all you could do to now vomit.

As Ransom began to pull his softening cock from your mouth, Charles stopped him with a hand on the blue-eyed man's thigh.

"Looks like we have a stubborn little slut who's refusing to swallow." Charles degraded, fingers tickling across your throat before the tips were digging into the sides. "Swallow. It. All." He gritted, face red.

When you still refused, Charles huffed before letting out a sickeningly amused chuckle.

"Don't pull out until she swallows." Charles directed at Ransom and he groaned. Charles' fingers slipped from your throat, pinching your nose shut. Your eyes instantly widened, bugging out of your skull as you struggled for breath.

"He's not gonna let go until you swallow, sweetheart." Ransom sang, voice chipper as he tugged harder at you hair. Relenting, you swallowed, trying your hardest not to gag it all back up as Ransom's spend climbs down your throat.

Ransom pulled out, but didn't seem to be moving any time soon as you fell forward, coughing. Charles' hand rubbed circles over your back, the gesture much too gentle for what had just happened.

"Shhh, shhh. I know darlin', I know. Take the rest, you'll need it in a moment." Charles cooed, hand cupping your jaw as you sat upright.

"What, no 'thank you'?" Ransom chimed from above you, and Charles smirked.

"Use your manners, doll. Say thank you to Ran over there." The dark haired man's smile was cruel, taunting as he spoke. The nickname he had for Ransom made you cringe, and it most likely did Ransom too.

"Fuck you." You spat, chest heaving as you struggled to kneel upright. You'd mustered all your courage to say the words, and it didn't even matter. Both men chuckled; they had sadistic, haunting laughs. Charles tightened his grip on your jaw for a moment before harshly pushing you to face Ransom again.

"Awh, don't be like that sweetheart." Ransom pouted, running his tip over your lips before tapping it on your cheek, swearing your skin with his cum. "Now be a good girl and clean me up."

You kept your lips pressed together, determined not to make it easy for them. Charles scoffed, his hand coming down hard on your breast and making you cry out.

"Don't make me ask twice, honey." Ransom's sugary sweet voice remarked from shiver before Charles was gripping your jaw again, fingers digging into you so hard that your mouth popped open with a scarily loud crack.

Both men chuckled again, Ransom's dick surging forwards as he plunged back into your now waiting mouth.

"C'mon, use your tongue, doll. Get him nice and clean, you were the one that made the mess, after all." Charles sniggered from beside you, still crouched down as an amused glint twinkled across his eyes.

"He said your your fucking tongue, not your teeth." Ransom grunted gruffly from above you the second he felt the light scraping of your teeth against him. It wasn't intentional, but your jaw aches so much that it couldn't help from relaxing slightly.

A long whine bled from your lips as Ransom yanked at your hair, pulling you off him and spitting down at you. You cringed as it hit your face; right in between your eyes. The glob slid over your skin, trailing wryly down your face as another slap was landed over your cheek.

"Fuckin' whore." Ransom spat again, a gasp tearing from your throat as he wrenched you to your feet. His hands left you momentarily, before he was pawing at the targeted remains of your dress and attempting to yank the garment down the whole way.

You squirmed, attempting to twist away from him in order to save some of your modesty. All that you were met with was a dry laugh, Ransom's voice like velvet in your ear. Charles' hands were grabbing at you next, pulling you into him so your chest pressed to his.

His grip was firm, too firm for you to escape from as he wrapped one arm around your shoulders and the other around your waist, keeping you pinning to his body with no room to move.

A sharp gasp ripped through the room as Ransom's hand hooked into the mess of fabric bunched at your waist, giving a firm tug and pulling the material down your legs until it polled at you feet. He untangled it from your feet, tossing it to the side before standing straight again.

"Hold her for me." Charles demanded gruffly, shoving you back into Ransom before reaching down to fiddle with his belt. Ransom grinned cruelly, lifting you up into his hold with scarily little effort.

He held you against his firm chest, a hand under each of your knees to hold you wide open whilst your bond hands dug into his stomach. Charles smoothed his tongue over his lip, sauntering the few steps forward before his hot breath was fanning over your face.

You cringed, attempting to pull back. Charles only chuckled, voice rich and thick like honey as he ran his swollen and leaking tip through your, ashamedly wet, folds.

"The little whore is wet." Ransom smirked as he looked down at your glistening cunt, his voice at your ear as his grip on you grew tighter.

"Fuck." Charles growled as he plunged into your heat, his head thrown back as he bottomed out. He didn't give you anytime to adjust, just began thrusting at a punishing pace.

You couldn't hold back the moans. You wanted to, but you couldn't. Your voice was hoarse and broken from Ransom's previous ministrations. You cried out a whimper when you felt Charle's hand come down hard against your breast, the sting a lingering thing that only reminded you of your situation.

"What have I told you about looking at me when I fuck you, huh?" Charle spat in a snarl, his pace somehow increasing as his hips slammed into yours. You could only whine in response, head falling back onto Ransom's shoulder as he coped mockingly at you.

"Is it too much, baby? Is Charles' to big for you?" His voice was taunting, mean as his breath hit your skin. Your hips attempted to jerk when you felt Charles spit down on your clit, the throbbing nub preening at the attention that you didn't want. "Is he stretching you good? Is he hitting that spot yet?"

A strangled moan wrenched from you at Charles' tip kissed your cervix, the pace painful now as he slammed into you.

"Cum for us. Cum on his cock like a little slut, baby." Ransom purred against your ear, Charles' fingers snaking down to rub your clit in fast circles.

"Fuck!" You screamed. It hit you like a truck, the release sudden and snapping like a cord within you as your walls fluttered.

"Good girl." Charles grunted as his hips faltered, coming to a stop as he groaned your name as he came. You could feel it as his seed filled you, both men's pants heavy in the air.

"Where's do you want her now?" Charles asked as he pulled out, eyes trained on your core as a mix of his his sticky spend and your cum dripped from your gaping hole.

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[navybrat817]

This whole thing with the married/love interest is so stupid. The only characters who don’t really have love interests in marvel is literally just Bucky, Rhodes, Sam. Other characters who have no love interests is Ransom Drysdale and Charles Blackwood. Can’t think of any more.

Steve Rodgers has his obsession with Peggy who’s dead but the thing with Sharon is usually ignored. Clark Kent has Louis Lane but she’s is usually left out. Tony Stark has pepper which is usually ignored. She’s usually there. Jane is usually not really brought up in Thor fics. Defending Jacob is literally about Andy defending his son who’s accused of murder while his wife tries not to loose her mind. Or how about RPF Fics? And there are so many other examples.

So because a character is not as popular or as less screen time these people can’t look past them being married or having a love interest? So authors just can’t write for these FICTIONAL becuase they are in a relationship? If it bothers you so much that someone’s not adding a fictional person in a fan fic than how are you even reading fics?

A lot of the characters you mentioned do have those things changed to fit their fics. Because it's fanfiction! Sometimes, nonnie, I will stumble across something and wonder why it's so popular or such a big deal, shrug and move on. Just like I'm sure some do with Bucky or Steve.

This entire thing is something I am looking at and wondering WHY it has blown up. Of everything I've written, THIS is the thing that has sparked such a response? A small imagine about someone who didn't have an affair because I didn't write him that way?

But you know what? I'm still happy that I wrote it and it won't stop me from writing more.

Love and thanks! 💖

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One shots/Short fics Masterlist

Making the Grade: The reader tries to hand in her paper late but Professor Barnes is a real hard ass. [(dark!) Prof!Bucky Barnes/Reader ~ 18+]

Persistence: Steve hates the word 'no'.  [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]

Indecent: Sigorna must save her brother after he is caught cheating at a gambling house. [dark!Loki/Reader ~ 18+] Sequels: Indentured  Indignity

Drain You: Steve’s bad mood comes to a head at his surprise birthday party.  [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]

Fine Line: You and Steve are agents with benefits. You and Bucky are not. What happens when you toe the line between two super soldiers? [dark!Bucky Barnes/Reader ~ 18+] Sequels: Crossing the Line  [dark!Bucky Barnes/dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]

Marked: Thor was given a prophecy, but little did he know that you were too. [dark!Thor/Reader ~ 18+]

Hounded:  The reader doesn’t fit in at court, but she might just stick out too much. [dark!Sandor Clegane ~ 18+]

Ungodly Prince:  Thor is not himself when he drinks. [dark!Thor/Reader ~ 18+]

Down and Dirty: Bucky is tired of just watching. [dark!Bucky Barnes/Reader ~ 18+]

Better Then He Can: Steve wants Tony’s happily ever after.  [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]

In Plain Sight: Bucky struggles to keep himself busy, until he meets you.  [dark!Bucky Barnes/Reader ~ 18+]

On Demand: The reader becomes a camgirl to ease her financial woes but money is soon the least of her problems. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]

Unlikely Bedfellows: The reader has a wild night out but it’s only just beginning.  [dark!Loki/dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]

Blown: The reader is a mercenary stuck in one place for too long. [dark!Bucky Barnes/dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]

Defector: The reader is a former Hydra employee put under surveillance of America’s greatest defender. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]

Unannounced: The reader is caretaker to the widow of the manor but one day she returns to an unexpected visitor. [dark!Charles Blackwood/Reader ~ 18+]

Night Fever: You meet your crush’s new date but you’re not the only one lost in yearning. [dark!Bucky Barnes/Reader ~ 18+]

Coveted: Thor’s betrothed awaits his return but finds her company to be less than savoury. [dark!Loki/Reader ~ 18+]

Long Way Home: You’re on your way back to the small town you grew up in. As usual, nothing goes to planned. [dark!biker!Bucky Barnes/Reader ~ 18+]

Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth: The reader is a fic writer and her number one fan can’t get enough. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]

Last Call: The reader deals with an unruly bar patron.  [dark!chubby!Thor/Reader ~ 18+]

Treat You Better: Bucky wants what Peter has. [dark!Bucky Barnes/Reader ~ 18+]

Detained: You’re on your way home from the bar but you’re not alone. [dark!cop!Bucky Barnes/Reader ~ 18+]

In Training: You’re Bucky’s trainee but you have a problem with listening. [dark!Bucky Barnes/Reader ~ 18+]  

Suit Up: Bucky borrows a couple things from Steve. [dark!Bucky Barnes ~ 18+]  Part 2 [dark!Bucky Barnes/dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]

Let’s Play: Steve doesn’t like being lied to. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]

Surprise: Sam’s girlfriend has a surprise for him but there are even more in store for the happy couple. [Sam Wilson/Reader ~ 18+]

Scorn: Bucky takes vengeance. 

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Book Recs for Magnus Archives Fans

I was just rambling in tags the other day about how my avatarsona was "the Archivist, but a public librarian: Oh, you like dirt?? Let me tell you all the dirt stories I have!!!!" so, uh, here I am I guess.

I'm gonna spare you all the M.R. James and Algernon Blackwood and House of Leaves and Blindsight; you know all that already. These are my horror backlist recs.

The Bone Key by Sarah Monette Y'all. Y'ALL. Kyle Murchison Booth was absolutely the Archivist before Gertrude. He was poached from the Parrington by the Usher Foundation and the Eye glommed onto him at once, because the Eye loves disaster queers who can't people right (and also Gertrude). This I believe to be true, and so will you.

Kyle Murchison Booth is an archivist at the Parrington Museum, which is somewhere in New England, sometime in the early twentieth century. He also has a lifelong entanglement with the supernatural which is almost entirely not his fault, and he would very much like it to stop, but he also feels responsible and he can't just let evil mirrors and cursed necklaces and possessed dressing gowns randomly eat people who have no idea what's happening. Even if it means he's going to suffer for it.

(This collection doesn't contain all of the Booth stories, so here I am going to link to "White Charles", which happens to be my very favorite Booth story.)

For you if your favorite part is: honestly everything about MAG, from the modern sensibilities about early twentieth-century-horror, truly eerie ghost stories, to suffering eldritch librarians (thanks to whoever tagged my most recent fic with that you're so valid), monsterfucking and soft gay pining. No happy endings here, sorry.

Bedfellow by Jeremy C. Shipp You may or may not have heard that Macmillan-Tor is launching a horror imprint, and I don't know how long it's been since a major publishing house has had a horror imprint, but I am EXCITE. This book is part of the trend that's the reason why: Tor.com has been publishing these kickass novellas for a couple years now, and their horror books are top notch.

One night a stranger knocks on a family's living room window and asks to be invited in. They ask him to stay the night. He's an old friend, after all, he needs a place to stay. You can't kick out your twin brother when he's just gotten divorced, no matter how much Gatorade he spills on your two-year-old hardwood floors.

For you if your favorite part is: the Stranger, this is all Stranger, it's terrifying and good.

Through the Woods by Emily Carroll A graphic novel, some of these were originally posted as webcomics (have you seen His Face All Red, and if not, why not???) and the only disadvantage to having them in book form is they can't blink at you. Probably. Very folktale-ish, with all the death and violence that implies, and also the slightly eerie feeling that you know this story already, and then it turns around and slaps you.

For you if your favorite part is: looking over your shoulder when the foley gets good; Once Upon a Time in Space (I know that's not technically part of the Magnus Archives but shush)

Universal Harvester by John Darnielle I am not usually a fan of artists who jump media. Just because you can write songs doesn't mean you can write novels. Apparently writing good songs doesn't mean you can't write good novels, though, because John Darnielle of The Mountain Goats (pretty sure that's his full name at this point) wrote Universal Harvester and I love him for it.

Jeremy works at a video rental place in Nevada, Iowa (it's pronounced Nah-vey-da, and yes it’s real, I've been there, and yes, it's probably haunted). It's the 1990s, and someone's been returning their VHS tapes with something on them that isn't just the movie. Footage that includes a barn that he recognizes, just outside of town.

Fair warning: this is not the kind of mystery that gets tied up in a nice bow at the end.

For you if your favorite part is: Jon losing it with paranoia in S2, The People's Church of the Divine Host, the Lonely

The Good House by Tananarive Due If this author's name is unfamiliar to you, RUN, do not walk, to your nearest internet bookseller and purchase every single one of her books immediately, you will not regret it. She also just came out with a documentary on black horror, Horror Noire, on the Shudder streaming service. They've got a free month if you aren't a horror movie person, it'd be worth your while. This book summary sounds like it's full of tropes. It is, but Due has the cred to write them well.

Angela Toussaint hopes to salvage her suffering marriage and her troubled relationship with her teenage son with a trip to her grandmother's house, a home so beloved the locals in small-town Washington state call it "The Good House," but tragedy strikes instead. Two years later she returns and finds that the tragedy isn't over, and it's not going to stop on its own.

For you if your favorite part is: the very practical statement-givers who know what's happening to them and Will Not Put Up With This Shit, the Desolation, the Hill Top Road statements

The Library at Mount Char by Scott Hawkins Is this horror disguised as fantasy? Found family disguised as horror? Grown-up Neil Gaiman? Less grimdark George R.R. Martin? Honestly I have no fucking idea, but it's amazing. Fair warning, unlike Magnus Archives, this deserves all kinds of trigger warnings, including but not necessarily limited to: sexual assault, torture, mental manipulation, dysfunctional families, incest(?)

Father is missing, and his twelve children (though extremely talented in their own ways, and not strictly speaking children any more) are at a loss without him. But also, without him, things are starting to seem different. He might be God? They might not be human? (They were probably human once.) He might not be God but maybe one of them might be next? If any of them survive.

For you if your favorite part is: slowly turning into a monster, the relationships between entities and avatars, monsters hot (not kidding about the trigger warnings)

The Loney by Andrew Michael Hurley I have to keep reminding myself that Magnus Archives isn't really folk horror, there are two separate (if related) strains of British horror here and folk horror is not the one we're on, but at the same time I really want a good creepy rural pagan cult to show up in the series, you know? Anyway.

When he was a child, our narrator used to go with his family on an Easter pilgrimage to shrine on a bleak stretch of Lancaster coastline locals called The Loney. His Catholic mother was searching for a cure for his older brother, and she was convinced if they kept going long enough she would be granted her wish. The locals, however, are not huge fans of her annual visits, and even less so when the boys become involved with the goings-on of a pair of glamorous tourists.

For you if your favorite part is: the Lukases, I didn't realize until I was writing this up that I'm picturing Moreland House in the exact place described by this book

Eutopia by David Nickle One thing I love about the historical statements in Magnus Archives is just how truly historical they are. There's almost nothing in "The Piper" that isn't historically accurate - yes, Wilfrid Owen spent several days in a trench underneath the shredded bodies of his fellow soldiers. Like. You can't make up horror worse than that. But then you add monsters and it gets good. And I'm a sucker for early-twentieth-century history, it's such a bonkers time.

It's 1911 and the new Eugenics Record Office is sending agents out to catalog the disabled, infirm, and otherwise undesirable members of society so they can figure out what to do about them. In the utopian town of Eliada, Idaho, Dr. Andrew Waggoner runs from the racism of American society and straight into the influence of Mister Juke, the most troubling patient in his new practice. (Trigger warnings for, obviously, a whole lot of ableism. Treated like the monstrousness it is, but there's a lot of it.)

For you if your favorite part is: learning history through horror, the Flesh

A Head Full of Ghosts by Paul Tremblay I hate male writers writing about teenage girls, so you are going to have to trust me when I say that I had to check, several times while reading this book, to make sure that Paul Tremblay is actually a dude. He's very good. This book was kind of his breakout, so if you follow horror you've read it already, but if you don't necessarily then please do not miss it. His newer ones, Disappearance at Devil's Rock (Stranger, Spiral) and The Cabin at the End of the World (Slaughter, Extinction), are also good but not as good as this, I think.

Fourteen-year-old Marjorie is having a rough time - outbursts, hallucinations, paranoia. Treatment is difficult (and expensive) and her family ambivalent; they turn to a local Catholic priest, who recommends an exorcism and, to help manage those medical bills, a production company who's interested in filming a reality TV show about the process. Fifteen years later, Marjorie's sister deconstructs the now-famous show and wrestles with her own memories of childhood. Trigger warnings for ableism on the part of many of the characters, but not the narrative.

For you if your favorite part is: the Spiral, metafictional analysis of horror tropes

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baby don’t hurt me (1) ✧ charles blackwood

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pairing: charles blackwood x fem!reader

summary: a soulmate should never hurt you. so why was he doing this?

word count: 1,287

warnings?: soulmate au, angst city bitch, cheating, mention of alcohol, charles is very very mean™, not proofread

NO MORE (PART 2)

You knew something was wrong when Charles came home late. Charles was a man of routine. Woke up by 7:00 am, had breakfast ate by 7:30 am. Read his newspaper immediately after breakfast, finishing that at 8:00 am. Once a week, he would spend the next few hours on doing the yard work. On days that yard work didn’t need done, he’d read until 10:00 am then nap until lunch. He was a man of routine, never changed his pace for anyone. But, when he chose to go out to the bar after dinner and didn’t come back until well after midnight, you knew something was wrong.

And you couldn’t help but feel it was all your fault. 

You worried that you pushed too hard. At dinner, you had asked Charles if he was ready to start having kids. It was always something you wanted, and you told him as much in the early days of your relationship, back when you first found out he was your soulmate. Back then, he said he wanted kids, too, but that he wasn’t sure if he was ready. And so you waited. And waited. And waited. It had been seven years since meeting him and five since marrying him, and you were nowhere near close to fulfilling your dream.

He wasn’t happy when you asked. Said something about how he’d tell you when he was ready. To get off his fucking back. He does everything for you, he’d said, and you’re just trying to ruin a good thing by adding fucking brats into the picture. In your anger, you snapped that if you’d known he would feel this way, you wished never would’ve met him.

He stormed out. Practically flung his chair across the room as he pushed back from the table, snapping that he was going out for a drink and to not wait up for him.

But you couldn’t help but wait, nervously chewing on your fingernails as you imagined the worst. Had he been in an accident? Gotten into a fight? Was he in the hospital? Collapsed on the side of the road? Was he okay? Did he need you?

Charles finally stumbled into the house at half past three in the morning. You could smell the whiskey clinging to him the second he stepped through the door. You rose to your feet, watching as he walked into the house, his hair and clothes a mess. He still pissed from the conversation earlier, with the way his shoulders slumped and his lip curled.

Against your better judgment, you said to him, “You’re home.”

He turned on you, and you could see just how bloodshot his eyes were. “I told you not to wait up. That too hard for your dumb little brain?”

“That’s not fair, Charles. You left in a fit. I was worried, you can’t blame me for that.”

“No, but I can blame you for not listening to a damn word I said,” he snarled, stalking close to you, towering over you. “Can’t listen to me when I say to drop something. Can’t listen to me when I say to not wait up. Can’t listen to me when I say anything, can you?”

“You’re drunk, honey, you don’t mean that. Come on, let’s get you to bed—”

“Damn you, woman! Can’t even fucking listen to me now, can you? No, you fucking can’t. God, I can’t believe I’ve been trapped with such a shit soulmate.”

“You don’t mean that—”

“No, I fucking do!” he shouted. “All you fucking do is nag and nag and nag. Nothing’s ever good enough for you. All I fucking ask is you keep the house clean and have food on the table and keep your legs fucking spread whenever I want you, but you just keep wanting more and more and more! You’re so fucking overbearing I can’t fucking stand it!”

“Charles—”

“Charles, Charles, Charles,” he mocked, making his voice higher pitched. “Is that all you can fucking say? Can you fucking blame me for sleeping with another woman?”

“I—” You paused, the reality of his words washing over you. “What?”

“Are dumb and dead? I. Slept. With. Another. Woman,” he said slowly, the way one would speak to a child.

God, it felt like your world fucking shattered. You knew the moment you met him, when the first words he said to you matched the soulmate mark on your hip, that Charles Blackwood was a piece of work. He was a traditional sort of man, had high expectations for what a wife should be. You didn’t mind playing the part, and you’d thought you’d been doing well. But for him to throw it all back in your face? Say that you annoyed him to the point that he sought out the comfort of another? You didn’t think soulmates were capable of doing that sort of thing.

“I can’t believe you just said that to me,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes, spilling over and streaking down your cheeks. 

“Oh, great, now the big baby won’t stop crying.” He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Go on. Say whatever pathetic shit you have to say.”

“You’re my soulmate, Charles. How could you do this?”

“Because I never wanted a fucking soulmate,” he hissed. 

“So you throw all of this away? I tried my best to make you happy. All you had to do was just talk to me and I would’ve—” You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter. You don’t like when I nag. I’ll just go on to bed. Goodnight, Charles.”

He didn’t follow you up to the bedroom, and you were grateful. You slipped out of your dress and pulled on your nightgown, washing off your makeup, and climbed into bed. In the solitude of your bed, you were comfortable to cry freely, knowing that Charles wasn’t around to berate you. 

But he soon came upstairs, stripping down to his underwear, and climbing under the blankets. You sniffled as he reached out for you, pulling you against his chest. It was almost sweet, and you would’ve nestled in his arms had he not said what he did. But you remembered his words, his actions, and so you pulled away, turning over so your back was to him, scooting as far away as you could get without falling off the bed.

“Y/N, don’t—” he started to say. 

“You know, I used to think of you as somebody that would never, ever hurt me,” you said, cutting him off, trying your best to hold your composure. “I can’t get the picture of you and some other woman out of my mind. It fucking hurts, Charles.”

“We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

But you didn’t. He forgot as soon as he sobered up, couldn’t remember the horrible words he said to you, the disgusting actions he committed. And you almost wanted to call him out on it. But he wanted a quiet, submissive wife, so you decided to play the role the best you could. And that meant not talking to him unless he spoke to you. He...He didn’t seem to understand why you were quiet all of a sudden, but you didn’t feel like he deserved to know. 

This was what he wanted after all. Wasn’t it?

This was the only way you could protect your heart. You knew that you couldn’t make it if you left Charles. He had the money, the resources, to bleed you dry. And no reasonable business owner would hire you knowing who your soulmate is. You were trapped. And now you had to make do with what you had. 

It was the only way you could survive. 

NO MORE (PART 2)