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sergeantbarnessdoll · 6 months ago
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hey 💗
could I please request a smut fic where charles blackwood develops a (borderline obsessive) crush on his cousins housemaid and he ends up fucking her in the shower or bath?
[ik it’s out there but I just rewatched we have always lived in the castle and just seeing seb in a fancy bathtub did things to me…ik it’s weird but still…🫶]
Cute Little Maid » Charles Blackwood
Pairings: Charles Blackwood x Maid!Reader
Summary: Charles has a crush on his cousin’s maid.
Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, shower sex, praise kink, pet names
A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵 the bathtub scene did things to me too🤭
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found these on Pinterest.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
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“Constance, I- oh, I’m sorry.” You apologized walking in the living and seen the most attractive man you’ve ever seen in your life. “I didn’t know you were having company today.” You say.
“It’s ok.” Constance smiles. “Y/N, this is my cousin Charles. Charles, this our maid Y/N.” She introduces you two.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Blackwood.” You smiled, shaking his hand.
“You too.” Charles smiles. “Call me Charles.” He says, shamelessly checking you out.
That was a few weeks ago. Now, Charles can’t seem to keep himself away from you. He’s developed a huge crush on you. Every time you need to go to the store, he gives you a ride. He follows you around the house and watches you clean without you noticing. He would try to get as close as he possibly could to you. He also can’t help but imagine what he wants to do to you sexually.
Charles is whistling to himself as he was walking down the hallway to his bedroom. His whistling stops when he heard a noise in his room and seen the door open. He opened the door to see you putting his neatly folded clothes in his dresser. He walked further in the room and stood a couple feet behind you, waiting for you to turn around. You jumped when you turned around, not expecting Charles to be standing behind you.
“Oh Mr. Blackwood…” You put your hand on your chest where your heart is. “You scared me.” You giggled. “Did you need something?” You asked.
“Yes, you.” Charles thinks to himself.
“I would like some extra towels please.” He says politely.
“I’ll get them right now.” You say.
You walked past him to get him extra towels while Charles went in the bathroom to take a shower. He turned the shower on and stripped himself of his clothes. You walked in the bathroom at the same time he was taking his boxers off. You gasped and closed your eyes, making Charles turn around and smirk.
“I am so sorry.” You apologized for walking in on him naked. “Here’s your extra towels.” You say, holding the towels out for him.
Charles took the towels from your hands and put them on the sink counter. You heard him close the bathroom door. Your heart started pounding when you felt his presence. Your eyes fluttered open. You tried so hard not to look down at his dick. Charles walked closer to you. You walked backwards till your back hit the door. Your breathing quickened when his face was inches away from yours. One of his hands disappeared under your dress, finding its way to your wet panties. A desperate whimper fell from your lips when his fingers rubbed your pussy through your panties. He pulled your panties down your legs and dropped them on the floor. His fingers rubbed from your clit to your entrance. He slid two fingers in your pussy, moving them at a decent pace.
“Mr. Blackwood…” You moaned softly. “This is-” The words died on your tongue before you could finish your sentence.
“This is what, sweetheart?” Charles asks, smirking.
You opened your mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out was a moan. There was nothing in your mind, except the thought of your boss’s cousin fucking you with his fingers.
Your head fell back against the door, enjoying the feeling of his fingers in your pussy. Your nails dug into the wood of the door when his fingers went impossibly deeper. Charles leaned in closer to you, kissing just below your ear, making you moan.
“I wonder what your pussy will feel like wrapped around my cock.” Charles whispers in your ear.
A whimper fell from your lips at the thought of him fucking you. His thumb found its way to your clit, applying pressure to it and rubbing it in circles. His fingers curled inside of you, hitting your sweet spot.
“Right there!” You moaned.
Charles smirks to himself, happy that he found your sweet spot. His fingers continued to hit your sweet spot every time he curled his fingers against it. This man knew what he was doing, because he was about to make you cum sooner than you expected. You pussy clenched around his fingers. Charles knew you were about to cum. He thrusted his fingers faster, wanting your orgasm to build up faster. Your mouth fell open, a moan of his name fell from your lips as you came hard on his fingers. His thumb gave your clit a particularly rough rub before he took his fingers out of your pussy.
You looked at him, trying to catch your breath. Charles’s eyes were filled with lust. He pulled your dress over your head and dropped it on the floor. His hand disappeared behind your back and expertly unclasped your bra, letting it fall from your chest. He grabbed your arm and pulled you inside of the shower with him. He pinned you against the shower wall, kissing you hungrily. You moaned against his lips.
“I’ve wanted this since the day we met.” Charles admits breathlessly against your lips.
“Oh yea?” You say.
Charles turns your body around, pushing the front of your body against the shower wall. He kisses along your shoulders, up to your neck. His teeth bit down hard enough to mark you up. You gasped when you felt his hard cock against your ass cheek. His precum smeared against your skin.
“You feel what you do to me, darling?” His voice is husky. “You make my cock so hard.” He says in almost a whisper, grinding his cock against your ass for some relief.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it a couple times before rubbing it against your pussy, his tip bumping your clit, making you moan.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you and I will.” He says huskily.
“I- oh!” You paused when his tip circled your entrance. “I want you to fuck me, Charles.” You tell him. “Make me feel so good.” You say.
“I’ll make you feel so fucking good, princess.” He says.
A gasp left your lips when Charles thrusted his whole cock in your pussy. You didn’t realize he was this big. The stretch of his cock entering your pussy hurt a little, but it also felt good. You braced yourself by putting your hands flat on the shower wall as he started thrusting. His thrusts were hard and fast, but also loving. Charles’s hands were on your hips, bringing you back with his thrusts. He looked down, watching his cock thrust in and out of your pussy, covered in your slick.
“Fuck…” Charles moans at the sight.
Your moans were like music to his ears. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, your back against the front of his body. Your head fell back against his shoulder, letting the pleasure take over your body.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He admits.
“Mmm yea?” You hummed, your eyes fluttering shut.
“I’ve been watching you for a while.” He tells you. “You walking around the house in cute little dress. The way you bend over the kitchen table when you’re wiping it down after breakfast.” He lists off. “You make the littlest things innocent and dirty.” He breathes huskily against your skin.
You didn’t even care that he just admitted that he’s basically stalking you. Frankly, you couldn’t care less that he’s been watching you. To be honest, you like the attention he’s been giving you lately. It’s the most attention you’ve gotten in a while.
“I bet you’re enjoying this as much as me, aren’t you, honey?” He whispers huskily in your ear. “My cock deep in your pussy.” He says, kissing just below your ear.
You opened your mouth to say something, but a moan came out instead. Your mind was invaded by the dirtiest thoughts of what Charles could do to you. Pleasure taken over your body.
Charles’s free hand snaked up the front of your body, wrapping his hand around your throat, but not choking you. You let out a moan, loving the feeling of his hand on your throat. It turned you on even more. His other hand found its way to your clit, applying pressure and began rubbing it. Your pussy clenched around his cock, feeling his fingers on your clit.
“Oh fuck!” You moaned more in a whimper. “Charles…” You say breathlessly.
“Yes, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.” Charles says in almost a whisper.
“I-” You weren’t sure what you were even begging for, but all you know is that you wanted more. “More!” You finally said.
“You want more, darling?” His voice is a little raspy. “I’ll give you more.” He says.
His fingers applied more pressure to your clit as he rubbed it faster. Your clit was beginning to feel sensitive, but you didn’t really care at the moment. You just wanted to enjoy the feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit. He also sped up his thrusts. You could feel every vein of his cock rubbing along your walls.
Your legs started to shake a little due to the amount of pleasure you were receiving. You pressed your hands firmer against the shower wall to keep yourself from falling. Charles’s hand left your throat to wrap around your waist as soon as your knees buckled. His cock found your sweet spot with ease, hitting it repeatedly. That caused your orgasm to build up.
“Charles, I- mmm fuck! I’m going to cum!” You tell him. “Please let me cum!” You begged.
“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He says huskily.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your toes curled against the shower floor as you came on his cock. Charles fucked you through your orgasm and gave your clit one last rub before focusing on his own orgasm.
“Good girl.” Charles praises breathlessly. “Such a good girl for me.” He praises again.
He almost lost rhythm with his thrusts, but quickly regained it. A curse word left his lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. His cock stayed inside of you as the two of you caught your breath. His arm remained around your waist to hold you up. You leaned your forehead against the shower wall, enjoying the cool feeling of it against your heated skin.
“Looks like I got myself a cute little maid all to myself now.” Charles says, breaking the silence as he kissed along the skin of your shoulder.
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-Bucky’s Doll
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mrwinterr · 7 months ago
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Charles Blackwood Masterlist
* indicates 18+ content.
🚫 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🚫 don't click it, plz.
a/n: i don't have any desire to write for this character anymore :( but if you want to know what happens, feel free to message me. tysm for reading!
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idek why i wrote about this character. the movie didn't even hit.
series
the consequence* --- fic has been discontinued :(
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the-iceni-bitch · 11 months ago
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𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕰𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝕲𝖔 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖉
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𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜 𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚡𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢.
𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎.
Relationship: Charles Blackwood x female!reader
Words: ~1.4k
Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!! explicit language, explicit sexual content (non-con, public sex, unprotected vaginal sex, marking), horror elements, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!
A/N: my muse is awake and thriving?! Anyway, enjoy the creepy ghost sex, y’all. More monsters to come
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You smiled as your maid of honor helped you do up the last of the buttons on your grandmother’s wedding gown, turning when she was finished and basking in the “oohs” and “ahs” of your bridal party. Everything was so perfect. The manor was beautiful and it really was the vintage wedding of your dreams.
But something still felt off. An occasional shiver would travel up your spine and you felt as though you were being watched. No matter how much you told yourself it was nothing, the feeling wouldn’t go away, causing you to look over your shoulder and your smile to falter. You thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye and tried to move your head quickly to get a better look, but whatever it was was gone.
Charles was enjoying setting you so on edge. Ever since you first came to his manor, his home, trying to decide if this was where you wanted to celebrate your love for your nothing of a fiancé, he had wanted you. You looked exactly like her, especially now that you were wearing her dress, and since he couldn’t have her when he was alive, maybe now he could have you while he was dead. In fact, there were quite a few things he could do whilst dead that he never would have dreamed of while he was alive.
Emboldened by the fact that neither you nor any of your bridesmaids could see him, Charles glided forward, ignoring the other women and focusing all his attention on you. When you shivered at his proximity he grinned wickedly, eager to see what other reactions he might be able to elicit from you.
The feeling of an ice cold finger dragging down the side of your neck made you gasp, your bridesmaids asking you what was wrong and only shrugging when you said it was nothing. You must have been going crazy, that was the only explanation for this. All of a sudden the finger turned into a hand that was gripping and massaging your breast, making you gasp again but only able to offer your bridesmaids a shake of your head when they inquired about your wellbeing. A second hand joined the first in fondling your breasts and you whimpered under your breath, swearing that you heard a lascivious groan in your ear and the chilly breath of some eerie presence on the back of your neck.
You suddenly realized that whatever was happening to you, it was making you wet, so wet you were worried about it soaking through your panties and staining your dress. Fortunately it was time for the procession, so you stood up to make your way to the hall where your ceremony would be taking place. Your hope that perhaps these odd sensations would cease once you left the bridal suite was quickly dashed, one of the freezing hands moving from groping your breasts to squeezing your ass. It was all you could do not to start crying, confusion and arousal making your head feel fuzzy as you stumbled after your bridal party and tried to keep your smile on your face.
Charles had never felt so elated in either life or death. He knew he was torturing you, but he didn’t care, groaning again when he smelled your pussy getting wetter and wetter. You were so soft and warm under his dead hands, your body more responsive than he could have ever dreamed. When he felt your nipple hardening under his fingers he gave it a pinch, tugging on it gently and chuckling again when you whined and squirmed for him.
It took everything in him not to grow even more bold before you had reached the hall. For everything he wanted to do to you, he also wanted an audience. The doors opened and he waited alongside you, his cock throbbing when he smelled your neck as your bridesmaids made their way down the aisle.
When you spotted your fiancé you finally forgot about all the strange things that had been happening to you for just a moment, smiling at how handsome he looked and beginning to make your way towards him so you could be joined as man and wife. Then you heard a tearing sound, and all the beautiful antique buttons that had decorated the back of your grandmother’s wedding dress scattered around you while everyone in attendance gasped. Suddenly you were on the floor and screaming, trying to bat away invisible hands as they tore at your ruined gown and delicate lingerie until your breasts were exposed to everyone in attendance.
They were all frozen, horror gripping them and keeping them from helping you as you pleaded and begged for whatever was happening to you to stop. Something was between your legs and your screams became even more frantic, your body thrashing wildly even as you were pinned down by some invisible force. It was pushing your skirt up your legs and you wailed, choking on your tongue when your cry was suddenly muffled by what felt like a freezing cold pair of lips. The utter shock allowed for your panties to be ripped off and discarded, and then your ghostly assailant was inside you.
Your cunt was so tight and warm Charles almost came on the spot. Instead he just roared with pleasure, a sound that every living being in attendance heard and was made to cower. He didn’t care about them, though, except for the fact that he wanted them to watch him fuck you into oblivion. Bruises were already raising on your breasts and the insides of your thighs from the brutality of his assault on you, and that just made him fuck into you even harder, ramming his cock as deep as it would go and grinding against your clit so you knew that he was giving you pleasure that you had never thought existed.
He reveled in the knowledge that your fiancé had a perfect view of your pussy stretched wide open around his invisible cock, loving that the poor man could see every ripple and flutter of your internal muscles when his violent movements wrenched an orgasm from your tormented body without warning. You even squirted everywhere, making a mess that Charles would have licked up if he still had the ability. For now he just settled for kissing you again as he continued to fuck you, swallowing your sobs and whimpers as your body quivered underneath him.
You had never felt more miserable or humiliated in your entire life. Every member of your family and all of your friends were witnessing you being assaulted by some spectral being and still your body betrayed you again and again. When your second orgasm took you you had to shut your eyes, silently praying that this was a nightmare and that soon you would wake up. But you knew it was futile. This was impossible, but it was real.
How could you ever look your fiancé in the eyes again? Knowing that he had seen you so utterly debased and used. And the man did nothing to stop it, just stood there and watched as pleasure was wrung out of your helpless body. It made you almost hate him even though all you wanted was for him to hold you and tell you everything was going to be alright. You knew it never would, though, not when every important person in your life had to watch you be completely and utterly degraded for the amusement of some spirit.
After your fourth orgasm Charles couldn’t hold back any longer, looking over his shoulder and laughing at the look of horror on your fiancé’s face as he started to pump his cum inside you. He knew how strange it must feel, so cold and thick as it coated your inner walls. And it would always stay with you, that small piece of him like a piece of ice that was piercing your heart and sticking to the most intimate part of you. As soon as he was finished he withdrew, sighing as he floated towards the ceiling and ignoring the sounds of your wretched cries as everyone suddenly broke from their terrified spell and rushed to your aid. He had finally gotten everything that he wanted, and he knew that you would never forget him.
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writerscafehub · 6 months ago
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Ruby and Neville visit his parents at St. Mungos
By ☄︎ Ellie ☄︎ @mrsmischief209
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 | Vampire Bucky X Witch fem Reader.
Sequel to When the Leaves Fall
𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 | Alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!fem reader
Angst and activism in an Omegaverse/Soulmate AU
By ✯ Vic ✯ @sunflowersteves
𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀
By ⎈ Navy ⎈ @navybrat817
𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 | Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 
Bucky put a mouthy rookie in his place.
✶𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Chapter Summary: You encounter an unexpected visitor in your home.
By 𐀔 Alex 𐀔 @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy
𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀
By ✬ Astro ✬ @eulalielatibule
𝐇𝐎𝐓-𝐓𝐎-𝐆𝐎 | Pairing: Cheerleader!Jake Jensen x Cheerleader!Reader x Quarterback!Ari Levinson
Summary: You and your boyfriend, Jake Jensen, want to hook up with your rival team's Quarterback, Ari Levinson.
𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀
By 𖤓Liz𖤓 @avengers-resident-idiot
𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀
By ✧Bella✧ @madwomansapologist
𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 | marcille donato x falin touden
Marcille being hungry for knowledge isn't a novelty. Unless the subject is chickens.
By ⚡︎Viva⚡︎ @xoxovivafics
𖥔𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | Astarion Ancunin x Loki Odinson
Loki visits a strange new realm and meets an intriguing stranger.
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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 3 years ago
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I resent fanfics where you and the character break up and you are able to have a new boyfriend nearly the next day.
I’m already trying hard to imagine that I got a boyfriend in the first place, if two people like me that’s gonna give me a headache.
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jobean12-blog · 3 years ago
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Hi my lovely! I have a request for you, I saw a photo of an old bookshop and wondered what it would be like meeting Charles in a bookshop? - @nano--raptor ❤
A Reader's Delight
Pairing: Charles Blackwood x reader
Word Count: 641
Summary: You're visiting France and you happen upon an old bookshop.
Author's Note: This for the HBC's @the-ss-horniest-book-club Candy Hearts Club Event and day 6 (feb 17th): TXT me, wink wink, Web Site and Oh La La. I used the Oh La La for this one and actually when I read up on it realized that it can have both a positive and a negative meaning. I went with the surprised and sexy meaning here :) Thank you so so much Mal, you know how much I love Charles and I really loved writing this and love you! Enjoy! HUGS! 🥰 Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you bunches! 💕
Warnings: flirting and fluff :)
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The large door creaks with the strain of old age and the instant your heels click along the wooden floor you’re bathed in a warm glow. You clutch your bag and take a deep inhale, sighing in satisfaction when the aroma of worn leather and dusty pages fills your senses.
There are books stacked precariously in every available space and the shelves reach from the floor to the ceiling. You meander through the rows, careful not to upset the balance of years of collecting. When you reach the back of the shop you squeal with contained happiness at the sign that reads, ‘rare and collectible books.’
You scan the shelves, your fingertips brushing over the tattered bindings with a deep sense of awe. With delicate movements you pull a book from its long slumber and gently thumb through the pages before lifting it to your nose.
“Divine. Isn’t it?”
The silky but deep voice startles you and you crush the book to your chest, upsetting years of dust. You try to stifle your surprise but it’s evident when your eyes widen at the stranger standing across form you.
“I’m sorry chérie. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” the man says smoothly. “It’s just that I thought I was the only one who enjoyed the smell of the very oldest pages.”
“It’s ok,” you utter when you finally take a breath.
You do your best to keep your gaze steady but your eyes have a mind of their own as they wander over his handsome features. His blue eyes are piercing and his lips plush and pink. Your fingers twitch to comb through the thick caramel locks atop his head and you find yourself in a moment of swooning.
His voice draws your attention once again and you have to ask him to repeat himself.
“Can I help you find something in particular?”
You shake your head no and step away as he advances forward. Your back hits the shelf and your breath hitches when he places his hand above your head and leans closer.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yes,” you whisper.
He hums knowingly and moves away but not before he winks with a smirk.
“Charles,” he murmurs, holding out his hand.
You tell him your name and place your fingers in his, gasping lightly when he lifts your knuckles to his lips and kisses them softly.
“Pleasure to meet you mon chérie. Enjoy the books.”
You turn away from him, hoping to hide the way his words affect you and continue perusing the leather-bound books but your focus is elsewhere. You can feel his presence like a warmth on your skin and you shiver despite the fact.
Thankfully, you spot a book you want and step onto the small stool to reach it. With your arm extended to its full length you still can’t grasp it but then a hard body presses against your back and you feel Charles’ breath caress the shell of your ear.
“Let me get that for you,” he whispers.
You try to remain impervious to his presence but when he pulls the book down and turns you in his arms you place your hands on his chest to gather yourself.
“Thank you,” you breathe out. “I thought I could reach it.”
“Anytime,” he purrs. “Have you eaten yet today?” he asks barely giving you a chance to recover.
“I uh…I haven’t…yet” you mumble, digging your fingers into his suit jacket.
“Well, we can’t have that now can we darling?” he says smoothly. “Why don’t you let me treat you to a meal and we can get to know one another better?”
“I’d like that,” you agree and melt into his side when he helps you off the stool and circles his arm around your waist.
“Now, what do you say to brunch? Maybe pancakes?”
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navybrat817 · 3 years ago
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Summertime Treats - Pancakes
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Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Female Reader Word Count: Over 880 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), housewife kink, slight praise kink, Charles Blackwood (he's a warning) A/N: Another day, another Summertime Treat! Charles and pancakes just go so well together. I hope you lovelies enjoy!
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You hummed happily as you finished setting the table, double checking the silverware and straightening the coffee mug. You smoothed out the small wrinkle in your dress with a smile. Everything looked perfect. It was what Charles deserved. 
Your circle of friends always made you feel out of step, especially when you admitted that you enjoyed the idea of being a housewife. You tried to explain that you liked the idea of taking care of the man you loved, like he would take care of you, but they didn't listen. Because what strong, independent woman could possibly get off on acting like that?
Well… you could. And you could only describe meeting Charles as fate. You were charmed from the start when you met him at a party. When he complimented your dish, you thought you melt on the spot.
"Susie Homemaker was born in the wrong decade," one of your friends sneered.
Charles merely smiled at you. "I think she's perfect."
The rest was history. 
"Good morning," he smiled as he walked into the room moments later, seeing everything set at the head of the table. "You look even happier than usual."
"It's a special day," you smiled back, pulling out his chair for him to sit.
"And what makes today so special?" he asked, knowing exactly why.
"It's our anniversary," you answered, placing the napkin in his lap.
"I could never forget," he assured you, taking your hand and kissing it. You never sat down until he had his first bite. "And I plan to spoil you all day."
"Only if I can spoil you in return."
Truthfully, you loved to serve Charles. You felt satisfaction when he came home after a long day, greeted you with a soft kiss and told you how beautiful you looked. Every meal was met with praise. But his absolute favorite? His weakness?
Pancakes.
"I do have to ask. What have you done to these?" 
Your stomach dropped as he cut into the small stack. "I… tried something a bit different today," you told him nervously. "They're cake batter pancakes. I thought they'd be a nice treat."
You put your hands behind your back as he brought a piece to his mouth. Suddenly the sprinkles and icing looked silly. What if he hated them? You'd make him a fresh batch of your original recipe, just the way he liked them.
You were about to apologize when his head fell back, an obscene moan escaping as he closed his eyes. "Darling, these are… exquisite."
"You… you like them?" you asked softly, visibly relaxing. 
"Like them?" he repeated as he opened his eyes, digging in for another bite. "I love them. I'm half tempted to punish you for hiding these from me."
Your thighs clenched at the thought. His punishments always lead to pleasure. "I'll be sure to make them again."
"You better," he said with his mouth full before he noticed there was no plate in your normal spot. "Are you not hungry?"
"I am, Charles," you answered, your nerves gone now that you knew he was happy. "But… I was hoping you'd feed me."
He stopped in mid-bite, smirking as he pushed his chair back. "Oh, darling. You worked so hard to make breakfast special for me. You must be starving."
“I waited patiently all morning,” you said as you took your usual spot in front of him, gently pulling the napkin away. "Let me, please," you offered as you sank to your knees.
He exhaled as you unbuckled his belt and pants. "You make me feel like a king."
“And a king deserves to be worshipped by his queen.”
His fingers brushed along your cheek, the touch featherlight as his eyes darkened with lust. “So lucky to have you,” he whispered, your heart racing in your chest. You were the lucky one. 
It didn’t take you long to get his cock out, stroking it just how he liked it. Serving on your knees didn’t make you powerless. You had all the power in your hand… and your mouth and cunt. “Be as gentle or rough as you want,” you urged as you licked the head, tasting his pre-cum before he stopped you. 
“Wait,” he said, gently tilting your chin up. He brought a forkful to your mouth, watching as you took the bite of the treat you put so much love into. He smirked again when you swallowed, licking the icing from your lips like you would his come. “There you go. Now open wide. Let me see those pretty lips around me while I enjoy my breakfast.”
You savored the way your lips stretched around his thick length, letting it rest for a moment on your tongue as you took him in. Swirling your tongue, you teased him as he took another bite of his breakfast. He could use you, wreck you, and you’d beg for more. You wanted to choke on him until you couldn’t speak.
"My darling, you always look so beautiful with my cock stuffed down your throat,” he groaned, making your pussy throb with need. But you would be patient and wait your turn. "This will be our best anniversary yet."
And just like his good girl… you would always keep his belly full and his balls empty. 
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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 3 years ago
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The Lamb’s Wolf
Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Fem!Reader
Words: 1.3k
Summary: Charles comes home from a rough day so you know just want to do to help him. 
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (f! receiving), dom/sub dynamic, dom!Charles, slightsub!Reader), slight mind manipulation, housewife!Reader, loving!Charles, some fluff
a/n: So I’ve been going through some rough things lately but I finally finished a story. I hope you enjoy! :)
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You’ve been living with Charles in his blue blood mansion for about five months, and you honestly love it. He was always so kind to you, making sure you were comfortable, clean, and happy. You fell for him and he fell for you but you knew the man under the kind mask was a wolf ready to kill you. It didn’t bother you though, you knew every movement you made he was entranced, and you did not let that go to waste. Especially when Charles came home from work looking pissed at everything.
So you acted like the good little housewife he wanted. You poured him his drink and sat next to him and listened to him rambling and his anger. You just sat there and nodded and agreed with whatever he said. Once his anger had calmed down you moved to lay on his chest. He sighed happily and nuzzled into your hair. You knew exactly how to work your man so you could get what you wanted. 
He pulled back and you looked up at him with your innocent eyes, making him melt. “Shit, babygirl. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” Oh, you knew but where’s the fun in telling him?
“I’m just here for you, daddy.” You said as you rested your hands on his shoulders, and his hands on your hips. “Anything you want.”
He smiled like a wolf, who just caught himself a lamb. “You’re too good to me, little lamb.” He whispered and nuzzled into your hair and inhaled your sweet scent. He pulled back to look down at you, “You’ve been so good. What do you want me to do to you?” He asked and you smiled innocently but with a bit of evil mixed in. 
There it was. What you wanted from the beginning. Control. “I don’t know.” You sighed, pretending to think about it before you giggled at the thought in your mind. “Can I ride daddy’s face?” You asked him with a hopeful smile. 
He smirked and nodded immediately, “Of course, babygirl. As long as daddy gets your wet cunt after.” He said as more of a statement than a request, you didn’t care it just made you even more turned on. 
“Anything you want, daddy.” You smiled and leaned up to kiss his lips passionately. His hands yanked you flush against his chest, and his nimble fingers made quick work of your dress. He tossed it in the room including your bra and finally your panties. 
As much as he loved eating you out from under your skirt, you being naked on top of him was his favorite. He laid back on the couch and pulled you up his body, making you squeal at the sudden movement. He smirked as your sopping wet pussy was directly in his face and he admired the view, not touching you which made you whine and try to grind on his mouth. 
He slapped your ass cheek making you squeak, “If you’re gonna be needy then daddy won’t touch your cunt, and fuck your throat till you can’t talk.” He growled low against your skin, while his lips traced your inner thighs. 
“M’sorry, daddy. I got excited.” You whispered and kept your hips still. You might have some control over him but in the bedroom, he was the boss and he always will be. 
Charles leaned up to trace your soft folds with his tongue making you mewl with pleasure. He smirked at your noises before he dove straight into your pussy. You moaned loudly as his tongue came in contact with your clit, and his groans and growls vibrated your pussy making you whine and moan louder. He started eating you out like a starved man, drinking up all the sweet juices you gave to him. 
Your mind was racing. All you could feel was his mouth against your pussy. It overwhelmed all your senses making your thighs shake and your jaw drop. Your face was flushed and your hair was already a mess, as you looked down at the man in between your thighs. You felt loved when he took his time with you, teasing you before giving you the best part and no matter what he did you came at least two times every round. This man could read your body like a book, and he knew every way to make you cum. 
The coil in your belly tightened as he doubled his efforts on your pussy. “D-daddy? M’gonna cum! Can I c-cum?” You moaned out as you grinded your pussy on his face. 
“Cum for me, babygirl. Show who you belong to.” He mumbled against your cunt and that was it. You came hard on his tongue, your thighs shaking violently above him as your pussy throbbed with every extra lick he gave you. He pulled away and pressed a soft kiss to your clit before he sat up. “You did so good, sweets. Such a good girl.”
You smiled at the praises and you laid against his chest and you felt his bulge pressing into your ass. So you leaned back to grind against his hard cock, “Can I help daddy with anything else?” 
He smirked and groaned as you grinded your hips on his cock. “Oh, you know what you can help me with.” He growled before he manhandled you onto your hands and knees. He unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the front of his shirt. 
Charles gripped your hips and helped spread your legs so he could be right up against you. He stroked himself before lining up to your pussy. He dragged the tip through your cum that was dripping out of your folds. He groaned at the sight before slamming into your pussy, making you fall forward on your arms. 
You squealed as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, when he filled you up with one thrust. You gripped the couch as you adjusted to his fat cock, even though this wasn’t the first time you have taken his cock; it felt like the first time, every time. His hands rubbed your hips as groans fell from his lips, as he tried not to cum right there and then. He could just cum from feeling your walls around him, but he wanted to make you cum at least once before he cums in you. 
He slowly started thrusting in and out of you, making you keen and your toes curl. He curled over your back and linked his fingers through yours, as his hips slammed into your ass. He moved faster slamming into your sweet spot with every thrust. You cried out and you squeezed his hand as his lips traced your neck. He whispered dirty praises into your ear as he continued to pound into you. 
He let out the prettiest little groans and growls, you’ve ever heard. Your pussy got soaking wet as you heard his noises and he kissed your neck. “You’re doing so good. Ngh, fuck, y-you feel so good.” He growled as he tried to compose himself as your walls clenched around him. “Baby, s-shit, I need to cum.” He groaned, as he tried to fight back the urge to cum unless you cum first.
“Daddy, m’so close. Cum with me, daddy. I need your c-cum!” You cried out as you came hard on his cock when he twitched inside of you. Your release triggered his own and he thrusted deep in you and came deep in your pussy, pouring into your womb. Oh, the feeling was heavenly. His cum was so warm and thick. You could just melt. 
You slumped against the couch and Charles slumped against you but he rolled you two around so he wasn’t crushing you. You laid your head back against his chest and he grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and covered you two. You sighed happily and cuddled into his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist. 
“Mm, such a good girl.” Charles whispered before he fell asleep and you smirked softly, knowing that you had control over your wolf.
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randomperson351 · 3 years ago
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Charles will make it better - CB*
Summary: Charles isn’t happy when he catches you in the midst of a panicked phone call to Constance when you run out of period products. Charles doesn’t like it when you think he can’t take care of all your needs. Charles will make it better, he always does.
Warnings: Charles gets a little smutty but only mildly and very briefly.
Do not repost or rewrite any of my work. Minors and ageless blogs get blocked.
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“It’s not a joke, Constance, please!”
Charles frowned at the desperation and sheer panic he heard in your voice as you spoke on the phone. All you’d said to him was could you use his office phone so that you could call Constance, who you’d been friends with since school.
Of course he’d agreed, he wouldn’t deny you anything. But what he assumed would be a phone call where he could hear your giggles floating through the house had actually been a phone call begging his cousin to come to the house bringing a list of urgently requested items. He couldn’t hear the whole list, but from what he did hear he put it together in a flash.
Painkillers.
Heatpatches.
Dark chocolate.
Pads.
At first, and admittedly rather stupidly, Charles asked himself what you could need a pad of paper for. But then, oooohh, he understood.
Charles’ face hardened at your complete lack of faith in his abilities. He was a man, not some stupid, immature boy. He could handle such a simple task as going shopping, and he was going to make sure you knew.
Constance was halfway through a question when the phone line went dead. Gazing out the window and into the garden meant your back was turned to the door, so you didn't see nor hear him enter the office and end the phone call until you turned around to redial and were met with a very displeased Charles.
"Charles, what's wrong?" You asked straight away, you hadn't known he'd heard your begging to his cousin on the phone so assumed that something must've happened while you were occupied.
"What do I always tell you kitten?" He began calmly, straightening his posture and walking around the desk to be face to face with his sweetness. "What have I always said, hmm?"
"You have to work hard to reap reward, unless you're smart?" You guessed, unsure where he was going with this.
"W-well yes but not the one I was thinking of. Try again my kitten."
"Rich man's trash is a poor man's treasure?" You tried again.
"No-"
"If anyone hurts you I'll cut out their fucking tongue-"
"I will always take care of you, of anything, forever." Charles cut in your guessing and stepped forward to cup your face, lovingly kissing your forehead and his hands finding yours to hold. “And I mean it when I say anything.”
You got what Charles was hinting at and cursed yourself for not being more observant about your surroundings. It still wasn’t something you thought he’d be completely comfortable with though, so, when backed into a corner; deny, deny, deny.
“I don’t know what you mean Charles, I know you’ll take care of me, you always have.” You looked up at him.
Oh my darling, have I really led you to believe I’ll fall for something so obvious? Charles tsked and took you by the hand, leading you upstairs and into your shared bathroom.
“You take a bath kitten, I’ll be back before you know it.” He kissed your hand and took a step back but stopped when he heard you speak.
“But where are you going?”
He came back to you and cupped your face in his hands, bending down to barely kiss your lips and give them a teasing nip. “I’m going to take care of you.” He whispered against your lips. Charles turned the water on for the bath and turned you to face away from him so he could unzip your dress. His hands ran over every inch of newly exposed skin, his lips following closely behind until the material dropped to the floor and left you in your underwear. Charles delicately unhooked your bra and added that to the pile of clothes and reached down to rid you of your panties as well when your hands gripped his wrists, stopping his movements.
“I can do that part.” You whispered. But Charles was having none of it.
“Darling just trust me, when I said I wanted to be with all of you, for better or worse, I meant it. Please, my love, let me love this part of you too.” He begged, running his hands up your sides.
You took a deep breath and just decided; fuck it, he asked. You nodded and exhaled an ‘okay’ and then Charles’ hands were off again. He slowly started pulling your panties down so he could stop quickly if you asked him to, letting them drop to the floor when they got to your knees. He quickly lent over to turn the water off before getting down on his knees behind you, placing his hands around your bum so that his thumbs were on your inner thighs; pulling your cheeks apart and exposing your pussy to him.
Poor thing, she’s all red. Charles lent in and smothered his face into your exposed pussy, giving your hole a loving kiss before leaning back and turning you by your hips, making sure to give the front of your pussy as much love as the back. When he stood up Charles had a red stained mouth with your blood dripping down his chin to the floor. He caught a drip with his finger and sucked it clean, offering you his other hand to help you into the bath.
With mouth hanging open in shock, you accepted and stepped cautiously into the tub, sitting down and trying to relax into the warmth the water offered.
Charles smiled, pleased that you were finally letting him help you and crouched down beside you.
"I'll just be a minute darling, okay?"
You nodded and smiled at him, kissing his cheek when he leaned in to kiss yours.
"Good girl."
Apparently Charles had been gone longer than 'just a minute' because by the time he was making his way back to the bathroom, you were out cold sleeping.
He chuckled quietly at the adorable sight and set the bag of supplies down on the floor as he knelt beside the bathtub, admiring your peaceful face before waking you.
"I'm home my love, do you want to start waking up for me?" Charles slipped a hand behind your neck to support your head incase you jolted and sunk beneath the water.
He held in a laugh at your frown at being woken up and stroked gently down your arm with his unoccupied hand to keep you roused. You finally opened your pretty eyes for him and he looked so lovingly at you.
"Hello sweetheart, did you have a good nap?"
You stretched your neck and smiled at him, nodding in confirmation. But, then you looked at the water and the smile fell along with a hot, red blush attaching itself all over your face.
Charles looked at you concerned and looked at the water to see what the problem was, to find you mortified that it had turned a pink colour from your blood.
He huffed and lifted your chin with two fingers, yet you refused to meet his eyes, far too embarrassed.
"I don't need to remind you that I literally stuck my face in at the source of that, right?"
“Oh God.” You covered your face and sat up, the now cold water sloshing at your waist. You heard Charles sigh before he was lifting you out from the water, bridal style, and turning on the shower.
“Charles-”
“Just let me take care of you.”
What you hadn’t seen was Charles stripping down and stepping in with you, warm hands resting on your little belly and smoothing over it in soft circles.
At last he felt you ease up and rest more of your weight against him, eyes closing in calmness and swaying slightly on the balls of your feet.
“That’s it my kitten, let me take care of everything while you rest. You’ve had a long week, but I couldn’t be more proud of you. I love you darling.” He praised softly in your ear making you smile. Oh this man.
“I love you more.”
“I love you most.”
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sebastiansluts · 3 years ago
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could you write some dark charles blackwood or nick fowler with age gap, manipulation and our favourite kinks? You know which ones i'm so shy to say it even on anon 🥴 just want him to be messy and humiliating and embarrass me and make me feel disgusting 🙈
Aw anon, it's okay i'm here to help! Let me know if I missed something and I'll write some more!
Charles Blackwood x Reader; non!con, age gap (reader is 18, Charles is 38), manipulation, (Had to guess a little here) piss kink, wetting, spit kink, face slapping, daddy kink, humiliation
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
"Get your whore ass over here before I count to five!" Charles yelled from across the room.
You cowered, frozen where you stood, pee dribbling from between your legs, wetting your panties and down your thighs, pooling on the floor.
"You disgusting bitch! Can't even control your own bladder? Get on your knees, now!" You didn't hesitate, too scared to disobey. You knelt down in your pee, but you were still going, your skirt was getting damp, you couldn't stop.
"Ugh, pathetic whore can't help making a mess of everything, I'll make an even bigger mess for you to clean up. And don't think you'll be using anything other than your tongue." Charles pulled his dick out of his pants, directing it at your face, pissing directly on your nose, your eyes closing quickly. You gasped and he pissed in your mouth, making you gag, it spilling out over your chest.
"Gonna piss all over you, make you a little piss whore, filthy slut." He slapped your cheek with his cock, still pissing, getting your hair wet, before shoving his cock in your mouth, pissing directly down your throat.
You gagged, forced to swallow, then gagging again at the taste. He didn't pull out, making you choke. He thrust hard then pulled out, piss and spit spilling down your front, tears streaming from your eyes.
You bowed your head, humiliated, as he finished pissing, drying his dick off on your hair.
He lifted your chin, spat on your face, then shoved you to the ground, saying, "Clean it up whore. Remember, tongue only."
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sergeantbarnessdoll · 8 months ago
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Hi
could I please request a Charles Blackwood fic where the reader is his rlly shy and innocent neighbor who has a secret crush on him. But.. PLOT TWIST: he has the BIGGEST crush on her and will find any excuse to talk to her. (maybe some smut also…?)
I know this is pretty vague but I thought I’d leave it up to you bc you’re very talented at writing. Absolutely no pressure tho xx
Sweet » Charles Blackwood
Pairings: Charles Blackwood x Shy/Innocent/Neighbor!Female Reader
Summary: You have a secret crush on Charles and little do you know that he has a crush on you.
Warnings: mix of Fluff and Smut (18+), language, flirting, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, praise kink, use of pet names
A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
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Ever since you moved in next door to Charles, he immediately felt a connection between the two of you. He did anything just to talk and hangout with you. He helped you take boxes inside of your house when you moved in. He helps you with the simplest things. Like planting flowers. He also helps you carry your groceries inside and helps you with your yard work, especially mowing the grass which is what he’s doing today.
“All done mowing the grass?” You asked as he took a seat on your porch swing.
“Yep.” Charles answers with a smile.
“I bet you’re hot after being in the sun for that long. Are you thirsty? I made lemonade while you were mowing the grass.” You say sweetly.
“I would love some, darling.” He says.
You couldn’t help but blush when he called you darling. You’ve known him for almost a year and you’re still shy around him. You went inside to the kitchen and poured him a glass of lemonade. You jumped when you felt a hand on your lower back.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Charles chuckles.
“I-It’s ok.” You shyly stuttered. “Here you go.” You say, handing him a glass of lemonade.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He says, taking the glass from your hand.
A hum of satisfaction left his lips when he tasted the lemonade.
“Mmm, this is really sweet. I love it.” He says, taking another sip of it.
“Thank you.” You say with a smile.
Charles put the glass cup on the kitchen counter and took in your appearance. You were wearing a yellow Summer dress with purple flowers on it.
“I bet you’re sweeter.” Charles says, licking his lips.
“Wh-What?” You asked.
“Your lemonade is sweet, but I bet you taste sweeter.” He says, his voice low.
You stood with your back against the edge of the counter as Charles walked closer to you. Due to yours and his height difference, he was looking down at you. A shiver went through your body when he placed his hand on your waist and his other hand on your cheek, gently caressing it. He looked deep in your eyes before leaning in and kissed you passionately. You moaned against his lips, loving the feeling of his lips on yours. Charles hand left your waist and slowly made its way downward and underneath your dress. You gasped when you felt his hand against your thigh. His hand inched its way up to your soft white cotton panties. He fingers rubbed your pussy through your wet panties, making you whine. His other hand left your cheek and disappeared underneath your dress. Charles hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs, putting them in his front pocket.
“Wh-What are you doing?” You asked.
“I’m gonna taste your sweetness, sweetheart.” Charles says huskily.
He swiped his fingers in between your folds, collecting your slick, making you gasp at the feeling. A tingling sensation went through your body when he began to rub your clit in circles. You’ve never felt anything like this before and honestly, you like it, but you’re too shy to admit it. He slid a finger in your tight pussy, making you whimper when his one finger stretched your pussy.
“There you go.” He coos, kissing along your neck. “You think you can take another finger?” He asks softly.
You nodded your head yes, too shy to say anything. Charles slid another finger in your pussy, beside his other one. He began moving them in and out of you at a steady pace while his thumb rubbed your clit. Your hands grasped the edge of the counter to steady yourself. His fingers moved faster. Moans left your lips. Your moans were like music to Charles’s ears.
“You make pretty noises, sweetie.” He says against your neck.
You gasped when you felt his teeth bite your skin hard enough to create a hickey. He repeated that same action on the other side of your neck before leaving a hickey on both of your collarbones. Your cunt squeezed around his fingers every time his teeth bit on your skin. Charles moves his head back to get a good look at the hickeys he created on your skin and smirked to himself. He watched as your jaw dropped and your chest rose and fell, breathing heavily. He curled his fingers in your pussy, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.
“Oh fuck!” You moaned loudly.
“Did I find your little spot, sweet girl?” Charles asks, biting his bottom lip.
“Yes!” You gasped, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop!” You say.
Charles bunched your dress up above your hips, watching with hungry eyes as his fingers disappeared in and out of your pussy each other he thrusted them in you. You bucked your hips against his hand every time his fingers curled against your sweet spot. You glanced down at where his hand is, watching as his fingers thrusted in your pussy, wet with your slick.
“You like that, sweetheart? Does that feel good?” Charles asks.
You nodded your head yes, unable to form coherent words. Only moans and his name left your lips. Your moans and his name leaving your lips encouraged him to move his fingers impossibly faster, hitting your sweet spot every single time while his thumb applied more pressure on your clit as he continued to rub it. You squeezed your eyes shut, beginning to feel overwhelmed with the pleasure.
“Charles!” You gasped, grabbing his arm when you felt a tightening in your lower abdomen. “I-I feel something!” You stuttered. “I-I don’t know wh-what it is.” You say, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
“You’re going to cum, darling.” He tells you. “Cum for me when you’re ready.” He says softly and huskily.
Your eyes fluttered shut. His fingers curled against your sweet spot one last time as you came hard on his fingers, a loud moan left your lips. Charles gave your clit one last rub before pulling his fingers out of your pussy, making you whine. Charles licked your release off his fingers, moaning at your taste.
“You taste as sweet as your lemonade.” Charles says with a smirk, making you turn your head away shyly.
Charles turned your head back towards him and kissed you hungrily and passionately.
“I want your sweetness on my cock.” He says in almost a whisper against your lips before taking you to your bedroom to do just that.
💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛
-Bucky’s Doll
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starryevermore · 3 years ago
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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)
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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.
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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year ago
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𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕰𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝕲𝖔 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖉
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𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟺 - 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜 𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚡𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢.
𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎.
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onsunnyside · 3 years ago
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𝘾. 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙 – Age Gap & Dad!Charles
Categories: Age Gap Only - Dad!/Dilf!Charles - Stepdad!Charles
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Organized by category.
← 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵
Age Gap Only:
Dad!/Dilf!Charles:
Stepdad!Charles:
@nsfwsebbie - cattivo fino all'osso. - dark!stepdad!charles
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jobean12-blog · 3 years ago
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Coffee and Cream
Pairing: Charles Blackwood x reader
Word Count: 612
Summary: You’re running late and you know Professor Blackwood won’t approve. 
Author’s Note: I saw this beautiful picture by @sebstan.buckybarnes on Instagram and it just inspired this little drabble and worked well with today’s HBC @the-ss-horniest-book-club Back to school week and the ‘Oops I ran into you on campus, literally!’ theme. I missed writing for Charles! Love him. Hope you enjoy and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf​
Warnings: flirting and teasing, cursing, implied oral (male rec), smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Edit not mine: This edit is by @sebstan.buckybarnes on Instagram, you can see the post here thanks so much 🥰
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“He’s going to be so mad,” you mutter over and over as you rush down the hall toward his office door. “I’m so late. Shit, shit, Sh…”
The next thing you know you hit the wall. Or what you think is the wall. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, it’s Professor Blackwood and you walked right into him in your haste to get to his office.
“Well, now I know where my coffee is,” he declares, simpering when he notices your white shirt is now soaked with coffee and see through.
“SHIT,” you finally get out, slumping your shoulders.
Charles coos lightly and ushers you into his office, shutting and locking the door behind him.
“Oh darling. Just an accident. I hope you didn’t get burned?”
You lift your shirt off your chest. “No, I’m ok. But what about you? You’re covered in coffee too. How are you going to teach class?”
He shuts the blinds on his window and slowly walks over to you, taking the wet tray of empty coffee cups out of your hand and placing it on his desk.
“I have an extra shirt here,” he whispers, reaching up and starting to unbutton your shirt.
“You’re not mad?” you ask.
“Why would I be mad sweetheart? It was just an accident after all.”
His fingers work quickly until he has your shirt completely undone and he brushes it delicately off your shoulders.
“You have class a now Professor,” you state, biting your bottom lip when he starts to gently pat along the swell of your breasts with a napkin.
“I already told the TA I would be late,” he answers, sliding his finger along your shoulder and under the strap of your bra.
“This is soaked too. You can’t wear this,” he says, tugging on the other strap.
You smile but it’s quickly replaced with a gasp when he pulls down the cups of your bra, exposing your breasts to the cool air.
“Let me at least return the favor,” you purr, pushing his tan jacket from his shoulders before you start to work your fingers down the buttons of his shirt. The yellow fabric is stained with coffee and you frown.
“What’s that face for kitten?” he asks, lifting your chin with his fingers.
“I ruined your shirt,” you pout as you pull it free of his pants.
“It’s nothing,” he assures you, sliding it off his shoulders and dropping it to the floor. “And I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me.”
You start to dab his skin with another napkin, working your way down his stomach.
“Your pants are wet too,” you murmur. “What do we do about that?”
“I think you know exactly what to do about that,” he croons.
You bat your eyelashes and smile sweetly.
“I’m sure if we take them off and hang them on the chair they’ll dry pretty quickly,” you say as you unbuckle his belt.
With a sharp tug you pull if free and throw it on the desk. You make quick work of his pants and let them fall at his ankles, not bothering to take them all the way off to dry them. Sinking to your knees you palm him through his boxers, digging your nails into his thigh when you feel how hard he is.
You slowly peel down his boxers, licking your lips at the sight of him. He widens his stance and cradles the back of your head, pulling you closer until your tongue touches his silky skin.
“This is a much better way for me to get my day started,” he whispers just before you take him into your mouth.
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mrwinterr · 5 years ago
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The Consequence
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Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Female Reader
Summary: The reader is in search of Charles Blackwood as he’s been missing for several days and not once considering the warning that no good ever comes from being associated with a Blackwood.
Warnings: We Have Always Lived in the Castle spoilers (book and film), smut 18+, mentions of death, language, family drama, angst, semi/non-canon.    
Disclaimer: There are characters, dialogue and references from the actual book and film, We Have Always Lived in the Castle. They belong to the author and I take no credit for any of these elements. 
A/N: This is the first story I’ve written in years! It picks up where the film ends. Updates are irregular. Feedback or any ounce of love is appreciated. 
Title Inspiration: “The Consequence” by You Me At Six
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2 
Chapter 3 
Chapter 4 
Chapter 5 
Chapter 6
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