#charles blackwood x wife!reader

[jobean12-blog]

I’m so glad he took it so well❤️

Accidental Scratch » Charles Blackwood

Pairings: Husband!Charles Blackwood x Wife!Reader

Summary: You accidentally scratch Charles’s car.

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

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

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

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

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

“Oh no…” You whispered to yourself.

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

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

“How was the store?” Charles asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nothing happened, Charles.” You answered again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Darling, move please.” He says politely.

“No.” You said.

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

“No.” You said again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It is?” You asked.

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

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

“I’m sorry.” You apologized again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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-Bucky’s Doll

[georgiapeach30513]

More Than You Know, Part 1

Summary: Charles Blackwood just had to show off his fiancé.

Pairings: Charles Blackwood X Reader, Angel Reyes X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, cheating, death of a major character, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.8K

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Charles lifts up your hand, kissing your knuckles, and giving you a satisfied smile. The two of you pose for all the pictures, and you move to hold him, sinking into his embrace.

This wasn’t something you were used to, a big show and ordeal. Wanting to get your picture in the paper for all the right people. Charles Blackwood was.

Charles was everything you weren’t used to. Steady, patient, debonair, suave, but there was no passion with him. You didn’t have to worry about if he would come home injured, or worse dead, but he was just safe. Boring.

Even though Charles was kind, you weren’t sure what his need to go to your old stomping grounds was. The need to show everyone you were taken, or just to check out your hometown.

The two of you stuck out in your freshly pressed and pastel outfits. And he loved letting the people who recognized you know, that you were getting married. That he had tamed you and was moving you to the suburbs.

Visiting an old bar that you at one point went to regularly, your eyes scan the smoky atmosphere. Recoiling and terrified of who you might see. Or worse who might see you without your knowledge. Charles gives you a soft kiss to your lips, his crystal blue eyes looking all around yours and sighs.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just…I don’t want to be here. You know why.”

Charles tsks you, spinning you away from him, before pulling you back into his chest. “He was the one that pushed you away. He should know that you weren’t going to sit and sulk, waiting on him.”

You give him a nod, wishing he was right. But the sea of Mayan cuts and tattoos were blinding your senses. You just knew that he was there. Spotting EZ quickly, and he gives you a regretful grin. “I need to freshen up,” you tell Charles quickly before retreating to the bathroom.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to tell yourself that he had left you. You had every right to move on. And while Charles wasn’t perfect; you were satisfied. You splash your face with water, trying to get the coolness to calm your nerves.

Almost choking on air, when you struggle to breathe. A knock on the door slightly takes you out of that moment, “I’m almost finished.”

“As long as your decent, just open the fucking door.”

You sling the door open, and jump into his warm embrace, “Ari! Oh my god!” pulling back only to take a look at him. Your hands run over his cut, noting a few of the missing rockers. “You’re nomad?”

“Things aren’t quite the same since you left,” you move back into his embrace, resting your head on his hard chest. He always did have the ability to calm you. His arms circle around you tightly. “He’s here.”

“Didn’t need to hear that,” you groan on his chest.

“You saw EZ. Wherever he is…”

“I know. I gotta get back to my fiancé.”

Ari pulls you back smiling, “That shit sounds weird. You look good Stepford Wife.”

“Oh, shut up,” you give him a playful smack. Rolling your eyes at how vastly different Charles was from him.

Walking back out, you can’t help to have your eyes scanning the bar. You tell yourself it’s to find Charles, but you had already spotted him. The truth is, you’re looking for him, Angel Reyes. The man that stole your heart and soul.

You feel those dark eyes on you before you see him. The stare that still haunts you. Left you wanting more. And left so much unfinished business. With a sharp chill running up your spine, you spin around, spotting those deep brown eyes.

Nearly glowing in the haze of his cigarette. His ringed fingers tap on the table, and Angel forgot everything he had previously been talking about. Right now, it’s only you.

Only you brought that amount of sunshine to his world. He takes a drink from his imported beer, only stand up. His tall gigantic body walking closer to you. His long legs get him there way too soon, and you nearly bolt towards Charles. Seeing him making too many unresolved feelings bubble out of you. Feeling weak in the knees, and your stomach in knots.

Leaning around you, he orders another beer, and you think he’s just not going to speak to you, “Marrying up, huh?”

“What?” you ask. Anger already lacing through your words, as you try and remind yourself that he left you.

“He looks like a real catch.”

“Angel, you left me.”

“I left you, for you. That is what you deserve,” his eyes finally look into yours, and you’re ready to abandon this whole situation. “It looks good on you. Probably comes home the same time everyday. Has a picture perfect house, good job, doesn’t leave you worried.”

“You made the decision Angel. I didn’t get a say.”

“Go back to your fiancé and stay away from Santo Padre,” you give him a final once over, and regretfully so. Your mind on anything but your fiancé now. Only on the way Angel’s hands felt on your body.

Angel can’t ignore you though. Grits his teeth every time he sees Charles’ hands all over you.

The way Charles’ hands barely caress your skin. Or the way that he leans into you, when he has something to say. But really hates the way there’s no sparkle in your eyes. And he would know, he’s seen it before. With him.

Angel knows how wrong it is to be angry about another man with you. Knows that he has no right to dictate how you lived your life now, but he hates every second. Dreading those moments when Charles whispers in your ear, and your singsong laugh makes the bar standstill. Like a train wreck, he can’t look away. Cant tear his eyes from the only person he ever thought about leaving the MC and the life for.

“She still loves you,” EZ sits down beside his brother. “Would leave him in a heartbeat.”

“I can’t do that to her. She’s happy.”

“Naw,” EZ says looking over at you and Charles still dancing. “She’s putting on a show for you. Convince you she’s in love, and she convinces herself.”

“Man, shut the fuck up.”

You didn’t want to stay in Santo Padre, but Charles needed to do something for work. Said that it made more sense for you to just stay at your parents house. Get it cleaned up to sell. You had agreed, but weren’t prepared for the memories of this place. Wanting to just trash everything.

Pictures of you, and all of them haunting your being around every corner. And even your old bedroom.

You stare at the old bed for too long. Still the same memories in your mind, before turning off the light, this room would have to wait. A light knock brings you out of your thought process and you walk confused to the door.

“Angel?” you ask. Staring at him in this house wasn’t easy. Even he pushes you aside. Walking into the living room, he paces around, only making your breathing quicken even more. “Angel you can’t just come here, and…”

“Do you love him?”

“I’m marrying him.”

His large frame starts to back you down the hall. Your chest heaves with the anticipation of what he wants. “That’s not what I fucking asked. Do you love him?”

You stand there unable to answer. Your eyes never leaving his, but a steady pace still walks you to your old bedroom. “You don’t get to come into my life and dictate how I live it.”

“You came here, Mi vida. And then I had to watch him.”

“Don’t act like you’ve been here the past five years not getting pussy. Does it really bother you thinking about his hands all over my body? He made the fucking commitment. You pushed me away.”

“For you! Do you get that? I did that for you! And then you come here rubbing it in my face how I can’t be that for you. You never should have came here.”

You stop when the back of your legs hit the mattress, and you can’t do anything but stare up at him. “Do you love him?”

You shake your head no, almost wanting to look away from him. “Who do you love?”

“You,” slowly he bends down to meet your lips, before you’re jumping up into his arms.

His hands go to remove everything off of you, that he comes into contact with. His body crawling the both of you on the bed. His lips go to kiss down the expanse of your body, before you realize what’s happening, “Angel, what is this? A goodbye?”

“What?” he asks never stopping his motions.

“I’m engaged.”

“Not anymore,” he says removing your ring. He pulls out another, holding it up to you. “This is a promise to forever. I can’t let you marry him. You love me.”

His puppy dog eyes wait for an answer. Pouting up at you as you try and think. Your mind in a whirlwind. “Do you love me, Angel?”

“More than you know.”

“Tell me,” you whisper. Never having heard those words come out of his mouth, and you didn’t realize how desperate you were to hear them.

“I love you, Mi Vida. Te quiero, mi amor.”

Your hands connect to his jeans, but he pushes you down. Slowly taking off his cut, before he gently lays the leather on your desk. Walking back to where you are and he watches your quaking body as he removes the rest of his clothing. “Say the word, and I leave this life behind. We can start a new fucking life.”

He jerks your body down the bed by your ankle, peering at your weeping cunt, “I mean it. I’ll have to tie up some loose ends, but…”

“Angel,” you nearly growl at him. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“There’s my girl. Glad the suburbs didn’t change you.”

Teasing you, he runs his tip through your folds, gathering your slick. Slapping his fat cock over your clit, and arrogantly laughing when your body arches. Your legs wrap around him, pulling him into your quivering and waiting pussy.

He slowly slides in. Bottoming out, and you can’t remember feeling so full. So completely, and more in love. Nothing had changed with Angel, just space.

He stays still a moment, letting you adjust to him, and his hands pet around your face affectionately. His thumb outlines your features, “You’re the most beautiful,” he pulls out of your aching walls, only to crash back in, and you whimper at the sharpness.

“Trust me, I’ve looked. You ready?” with a head nod, Angel starts his slow, but pounding thrusts. Gripping tight to the headboard, and hissing when you scratch down his back.

His pace picks up a bit, and he slams into you. Feeling like his whole body is splitting you in half with how he pushes into you. Those beautiful eyes smiling down at you. Loving how he’s still able to make you a mess with little effort.

He was what your future was supposed to look like, and with one look at your finger, you hope his mother’s ring is enough to keep him with you. Needing him to keep but one promise. And that was to be yours.

“Angel!”

“Shh, I know. I know. No one feels like this,” when you whimper out, his name, he crashes his lips into yours. Swallowing every one of your sweet sounds.

“You’re still the best,” he whispers on your mouth. Your hands cling tighter to him, when your body heats up.

Unable to even think straight with how good he’s making you feel. Gripping as tight as possible when you start to see stars. “Fuuuuuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!”his voice grunts out. Neither of you taking note of the front door slamming, or Charles driving away, nor do you care.

His pace changes to a rough, deep, and slow jolt as your cunt milks him dry. His warmth, nearly making you cum again. “Angel, don’t leave me.”

“Just one more time. And I’m done.”

You wished Angel would have listened. When Ari came to hand you his bloody cut, he also had to hold your body up before it crashes to the floor. “I couldn’t stop it. We were ambushed, and I told him not to go. Told him, he had something better waiting for him.”

You look at his mother’s ring and want to cry, throwing it away, and pretend this wasn’t real. But it was the one thing that remained of Angel. “They came from nowhere. EZ is wanting a war.”

“I don’t care anymore. He promised. Ari, he promised me.”

You look at your parents house with the sold sign in the front yard. You tried. Tried for a few years, but too many memories remained. You give a final sniffle, before you feel a small tug to your hand.

“Come on.”

“I know Angel, let’s go tell Abuelo and EZ, bye, okay?”

Your new little Angel gets the biggest smile on his face, ready to start a new life in Charming. Even more excited that Ari was going to be his neighbor.

Charming wasn’t too different from Santo Padre. Still quaint. Still the usual riff raff. But, like it’s name suggested, it was Charming. You were beyond annoyed that you had to get acquainted with the local mechanic shop too soon.

Angel holds your hand tightly while you listen to the man rattle off all that’s wrong. “It’s an old car.”

“It was my Abuelo’s,” Angel tells him matter of factly.

“Let me see what I can do, okay? Jax, can you come here?”

A new man trots over, giving you a crooked grin before looking over the paper work. “Is this the only car you have?”

“My car seat won’t fit on the back of my daddy’s bike,” you shush your opinionated four-year-old, looking back up at Jax with an awkward smile.

“I apologize.”

Jax squats down to look at the little boy, smiling up at you before giving Angel all his attention, “One day you’ll get to ride on the back of his bike with him.”

“No I won’t. My daddy is a real angel now.”

“I’m sorry,” you go to pick him up, and Jax stands up. “Can you fix the car or not? And what’s the damage? I have a friend that can…”

“Hey,” he calmly says, “I’ve got a car that will be cheaper to buy than the cost to fix this up,” you shake your head no at him. “I mean, it’s not the nicest. Just nicer than this and the air conditioner works. Looks like the little man gets a bit hot.”

“Okay,” you swallow your pride, because Angel’s comfort is worth more than that.

“Ope, you wanna put little man’s seat in the Caddy? And don’t you dare try and argue with me,” he warns. “You wanna show him how to do that, buddy?” Angel giggles up at him before trotting off.

“I’m very thankful, but honest, I have a friend who is willing to help out.”

“It’s fine. It’s the least I can do for a pretty girl,” you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and you turn to look away. “Your late husband rode?”

“We were never married. And yes. I can’t part with his bike. It was his first child. He never met…how much do I owe you?”

“We can work out a payment plan. Starting with dinner Friday night?” you look aghast at him and he chuckles. “Please?”

Ari follows you around your little house, while Angel plays loudly in his room. “And, our code word is flamingo. You use that in a sentence and I know to come and get you, okay?”

“It’s a date.”

“With your mechanic. Won’t even tell me his name. Im slightly offended.”

“You judge,” you say putting on some boots. He gives you an odd look. “He rides.”

“You have a type,” to which you can only shrug.

Jax pulls up to your home, spotting that green Harley in your open garage. Giving it an odd look before he walks up to the door. Knocking only to be greeted by Ari, and his blood runs cold.

“Hey, Jax. I just need to tell Angel, bye. I’ll be right out. Ari, be nice.”

As soon as you retreat, Ari leans up against the doorframe, sizing Jax up. “Look familiar?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jax answers surely.

Ari leans into Jax’s ear, his voice a low growl, “I know what you did. You gonna tell her?”

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Things that go bump in the night

AN: And it's day 14 and we're getting closer to the half way point.

Today's fic is a DARK fic. You have been warned. This story contains outright NON-CON.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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Beta’d by @mickeyhenrys

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Grouping: Jefferson x Reader, Lee Bodecker x Reader, Charles Blackwood x Reader, Nick Fowler x Reader

CW: Gangbang, Clothing disparity, kidnap, RAPE, Explicit sexual content, threats of violence, drugging, basement wife-ing

Word Count: 2.4k

Your mouth felt dry as you woke, and your eyes felt gritty. You lifted your hand to rub the rough particles away but were brought to full wakefulness as you realised that your movement was restricted. Your eyes shot open, images and memories from last night assaulting your brain at lighting speed.

Your blind-date with Jeff, no Jefferson.

Tall, dark, handsome, certainly, but your date had had an aura about him that had made you less than comfortable, and before the end of the second drink you’d already decided there wouldn’t be a follow-up. However, when he’d been away in the bathroom a man with sandy chestnut hair, well coiffured, had approached you, flirting overtly and in quite an aggressive manner. What was it about you and attracting men so covered in red flags they may as well be parade bunting?

Jefferson had returned and there had been a stand-off between the two men, which turned into verbal sparring, with you caught in the middle, trying to mediate, and feeling more and more uncomfortable. As the men’s voices had gotten louder a third man had come over, the local sheriff.

He was obviously trying to talk sense into Jefferson and the aggressive stranger, but he was a big man, and standing where he had, he’d loomed over you, blocking out your vision of the rest of the bar, as well as your exit.

You’d felt your panic start to rise, but by this point the three men surrounding you hadn’t been

paying any attention. Feeling as though you were going to throw up any moment, you’d been

relieved when a hand had wrapped around your arm and plucked you out of the middle of the angry circle and pulled you outside the bar.

“Hey there. Are you okay? Looks like things were getting heated and you were obviously uncomfortable.”

Wiping your damp palms down your dress, you looked up at the concerned stranger. Neatly cut dark brown hair, a bit of stubble and piercing blue eyes, he was definitely handsome, but your thought was fleeting. You just wanted to go home.

“Um, thanks for helping me out. It wasn’t really how I envisaged my night going, but I suppose that’s the risk you take on going on blind dates; you’re never quite sure who you’re going to get.” Your lips twitched up as you tried to inject some levity into the situation, but you knew that your smile didn’t reach your eyes. The had man let out a short snort of laughter, letting you know he’d fully understood your situation.

“Are you going to be okay?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine.” You’d reached into your bag for your phone. “I’ll just call a taxi and head home.”

Rooting around in your bag, with your head down, you hadn’t noticed the stranger move closer, only looking up when you felt a scratch on your neck. You’d looked into his eyes with a gasp, drowning in the blueness of them until the whole world had gone dark.

You breathed in deeply through your nose, trying to keep yourself calm. Your first instinct was to shout out, but you thought better of it. You were naked and tied to a bed. The chances that there was someone else in the house other than your kidnapper was slim. Instead, you studied your surroundings.

The room was dark, with no windows and had a musty damp smell to it. So probably a basement.

Great. Limited routes for escape. The sound of a door creaking somewhere above you, and footsteps on stairs confirmed your subterranean location. You listened and realised that it was more than one set of footsteps. You couldn’t hold back a tremor of fear now – more than one captor just greatly reduced your odds of getting free.

When they came into view a bubble of hysterical laughter came up your throat.

Of course. It had all been a total set up.

Jefferson walked up to the side of the bed, hat perched jauntily on his head and a grin on his face. He trailed his beringed knuckles down the side of your cheek in a gross caress.

“Ain’t you pretty, all trussed up like this for us.” He looked over his shoulder at your erstwhile rescuer. “You done good, Nicky.”

‘Nicky’ rolled his eyes at the condescending note in Jefferson’s voice, but didn’t say anything, just leant against the wall, took a wicked looking switchblade from his pocket and proceeded to clean his fingernails with the tip.

With his attention back on you, Jefferson stroked his hands over your body, smiling when you let out a yelp when he tweaked one of your nipples.

“Let go of me,” you ground out. “Why am I here, Jefferson?”

“Feisty, I like it!” He bounced on his toes a couple of times and clapped his hands, in manic glee, before bending over you, face close to your ear. “We’ve been waiting, Sheriff Lee, Charles, Nicky and me. Waiting for our own little ray of sunshine to come brighten our days and warm our nights.”  His fingers trailed down your stomach and you bucked your hips, trying to stop his descent. “Be a good girl and maybe we’ll untie you.”

Anger surged through you. “Get off me, you bastard!” Jefferson swooped his hand back up to grip your neck, and squeezed lightly.

“I don’t think you are in any position to make demands here, treasure.” He kissed you then, hard and possessive, his lips forcing yours open and thrusting his tongue inside. You considered biting him, but what would that achieve? When his hand left your neck, it went straight to your pussy, his fingers easily parting your folds and stroking surprisingly gently. He found your clit with ease and you cursed your body when it started to respond. You closed your eyes and told yourself over and over that it was just a physical reaction. Jefferson trailed his kisses down your body and you strained against your bonds. The sound of heavy footsteps nearing had you looking up again. The sheriff, Lee, approached, staring intently at you, thumbs hooked in a belt that was struggling to hold his pants up over his thick waist. His uniform shirt strained over his chest and his broad arms.

“You look as sweet as a peach pie there, darlin’. Can’t wait to try you out. But maybe, while ole’ Jeff here is getting you to sing, I’ll have a little taste.” With a meaty hand he groped at one of your breasts, mesmerised for a few seconds by how your flesh spilled out between his fingers, but then he was bending over you and sucking your breast into his mouth. This coincided with Jefferson attaching his lips to your pussy. You bit your lip, desperately trying not to give any sign of your physical enjoyment, but you knew it was a losing battle. Kidnapping bastards they maybe, but the two touching you at least knew how to please a woman. 

More footsteps and you realised the other two men, Charles and Nick-Nicky-whatever, had moved closer two, watching. You could see the obvious bulges in their pants and you lost your tentative control over your body. You scrunched up your eyes, eager not to see them as they watched you cum, shaking under Jefferson and Lee, small squeaks and whimpers escaping your lips. You opened your eyes when Jefferson lifted his head, his lips glistening as he grinned at you.

“See, we’re not all bad.”  His hands went to his belt, and it clanked loudly in the space as he undid it. He reached in and pulled out his cock, stroking it as he looked at you. The rings on his fingers shone under the light and you couldn’t pull your gaze away. He climbed up onto the bed, crawling over you, the disparity between your naked, vulnerable state and all of their clothed, power-wielding states was stark.

“Please. Don’t.” You whispered your plea, but Jefferson kept grinning, kept looking at you and kept moving up over your body. You closed your eyes again as he pressed his lips to your neck and thrust inside you. The air was punched from your lungs, and you gave him a silent thanks for giving you some prep. He sucked and bit at your neck as he fucked you, and you gripped the ropes tethering your arms to the bed.

“I’ve found you now, my treasure. Gonna keep you here, fuck this pussy whenever I need.” You tried to ignore his unhinged rambling and prayed he’d finish soon, because he was unfairly good at this, stimulating your body better than any previous lover. Your prayers were answered when he groaned, and you felt him cumming inside you. You turned your head to the side, staring at the wall as he clambered off you, but he gripped your chin with his hand, turning you back to face him, so he could kiss you again. He didn’t even seem to care that you weren’t reciprocating.  

He finally moved away, easing down onto a chaise longue on the other side of the room, uncaring of the silent tears that ran down your cheeks. But someone else noticed.

“Don’t cry darlin’. You’ll find that it’s not so bad. We can be good to you.” Lee moved back into your field of vision, and with his thumb, swiped your tears from your cheeks, before sucking the digit into his mouth.

“I…I just don’t understand why. Why me?”

“Well, you’re the only one we could all agree on.” He climbed up on the bed, apparently his turn to undo his belt and take what he wanted. “Beautiful, smart, good with kids, a domestic goddess.” He shoved his uniform pants down and pulled his cock out of boxers. Like Jefferson, he was definitely generously endowed. “Now be a good girl.”

He pushed into you, and moaned. His large stomach pressed against yours, the buttons and material of his shirt rubbing over your skin. His mouth sloppily attached to one of your breasts again. You knew you were going to cum again, and soon, although you wished you wouldn’t.

“Now come on, baby. Don’t look so sad. Open your mouth. As Lee said, be a good girl.”

The man called Charles, the suave and handsome asshole from the bar, stood by your head, his own cock out of his well tailored pants and pointing at your mouth. The sad thing about all of this was that none of the men were ugly, or anything, at least not physically. Why they’d had to resort to this you didn’t know, although at this point you didn’t care. Your overriding thought was survival. You opened your mouth.

Charles was musky, perfumed almost, and well groomed, of which you weren’t surprised. When Charles pressed into your throat you gagged slightly, your body tensing and Lee moaned around your breast when he felt you involuntarily clench around him. Charles was making similar noises, feeling your throat constrict around his length, felt your tongue against the underside of him.

“Fuck, baby. Such a good whore for us.” Your eyes watered from Charles’ assault on your throat and the way that every thrust of Lee’s hips pushed you further onto the cock in your mouth. Charles put his hand around your throat, and groaned as he felt himself there. Lee pressed you into the bed and his body rubbed back and forth over your clit, stimulating it just right (or from your current point of view, wrong). Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train, and was equally as unwelcome.

Lee popped off your breast and threw his head back, virtually roaring as he pumped his seed into your already overflowing pussy. He’d barely finished emptying himself when he slid out of you, and shimmied down your body, holding your folds apart and watching the sticky white fluid leak out of you.

“Ain’t that a wonderful sight.”  

You screwed your eyes tight again and you felt Charles increase his pace. You gagged and spluttered, and your bound hands fluttered uselessly as Charles spilled down your throat, giving you no choice but to swallow what he gave you. He tucked himself away and pushed his hair out of his eyes as he, Lee and Jefferson made their way towards the stairs that led up and out of your prison. They passed Nick on the way, bidding him good-bye. Jefferson hopped onto the bottom step but ducked back down to leer at you once again.

“Au revoir, treasure - see you again soon!”

The three men made their way upwards, the basement door closing behind them and you tracked their steps across the floor above your head.

The mattress dipped by your side and you turned to look at Nick, the only man remaining. You wished you could shrink in on yourself, but your bonds prevented it.

“Please. Please let me go. I won’t tell, I promise. I’ll go far away. I’ll…” Nick pulled his blade out of his pocket and flicked it open, making your words die in your throat. He trailed it lightly down your body and you didn’t dare breath, lest he knick you. You were surprised though when he cut through the bonds on your ankles and then leant up to cut the ones at your wrists. You sat up and rubbed at the welts that had appeared, confusion clouding your features.

“You’re…you’re letting me go?”

Nick smiled at you, dark and predatory and you realised you were wrong. You tried to launch yourself off the bed, but your muscles didn’t obey you and you were quickly grabbed and flipped onto your stomach.

“Let you go, sweetheart?  Why would I want to do that? With you here, under my roof, I can have you whenever,” he tapped over your asshole with the handle of his knife, “and however I want. There’s so many things I wanna do to you.”

You scrabbled at the bed clothes and could no longer stop the sobs from escaping your body as you heard the slide of his zipper and felt his hand on the back of your neck, holding you down.

There was no escape.

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[nocturne-pisces]

hear me out... dark charles blackwood or scott huffman

charles blackwood is already kind of a dark character. but scott huffman? dad and husband of the year? let’s make him dark.

Dark!ScottHuffman x Reader

His large hands are splayed on the back of your thighs, pressing them as far into your chest as they’ll go, exposing your holes for his personal use. He’s not even married, he told you as much when you interviewed for the PA position he had open, but the gold band on his left ring finger is cold against your skin all the same.

It isn’t until then, with your fists balled, that you realize you’re wearing a ring too, silver with a singular diamond and you can’t reach it with any of your other limbs to get it off. “You’re gonna look so beautiful when your belly grows, honey,” he whispers, his silk tie grazing your sternum as he bends over you. “You’re gonna glow, a goddess if there ever was one.”

His touch is reverent against your cheek, a stark contrast to the ropes that bite into your stomach and ankles.

“Scott, untie me,” you spit, wriggling against your restraints while he casts an elated smile down at you. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, sweetheart.”

Your struggling only turns him on. He’s always wanted a spitfire of a little wife, a mama bear, protective and beautiful. He knows he’s found it in you.

From somewhere out of your line of vision you hear a buzzing, the breath in your chest stuttered when you watch him produce a body wand. “I know it only takes if you feel good. So, I’m gonna make sure you feel good until you can’t feel any better, and then I’m gonna keep going.” The bulb of the wand presses against the apex of your sex, powerful enough to rattle your bones.

It’s too much for your sensitive and exposed clit, your core muscles screaming with tension. You feel like you can’t breathe, the uphill climb to your inevitable orgasm so fast it makes you dizzy. Before you can crest, he pulls it away, the unmistakable sound of his zipper coming undone and his trousers pooling at his feet coming next.

“I just want to feel how you squeeze me, honey.” He takes hold of himself, carding the head of his cock through your delicate folds to coat them in your slick before pushing into the wet resistance of your cunt. He thumbs over your clit, adding light pressure to keep you up high while he works himself into the caverns of your body.

“Let me go!” you wail, your arms shaking against the ropes that bind you.

“That’s not what you want,” he counters, gruff and guttural, roughly pinching at your clit in retaliation. It bows your back off the table, the ropes burning red into your stomach. “What you want is to carry our children, bring life that we made into this world, be a mother and a wife. I can’t wait to spoil you.”

His words make tears spill over your lash line, down your temples and into your hair. “No,” you reply weakly, your lower half still trying to writhe away from him even though he has you tied down and stuffed full.

“No? That’s not what she’s telling me.” A soft, sinister smile spreads on his face, the wand buzzing back to life as it’s pressed against you. This time you can’t hold back your scream as you’re catapulted violently into your orgasm, your silken walls fluttering around Scott where he’s buried inside you. “That’s it, honey, just give in to it.”

—

The room spins, the only thing you’re sure of is that you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come against your will. Scott stands between your still spread legs, the head of his cock brushing the deepest parts of you as he adjusts his stance, but he doesn’t thrust, just brings you to euphoria over and over again with the body wand while your pussy clenches around him.

“Just a couple more, give me a couple more and then I’ll give you a baby.”

[navybrat817]

Easily Repaired

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Reader Summary: Convinced that Charles is cheating on you, you damage his precious car. When you realize your mistake, he decides to teach you a lesson. Word Count: Almost 1.9k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dubious consent if you squint, unprotected sex, rough sex, possessive behavior, assumptions, temporary angst, threat of violence, Charles being Charles.

18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own.

Long overdue request for @finleyjayne​ who has always been so supportive and supplied the gif! Enjoy, lovely, and I hope you get a chance to relax soon!  Divider by @whimsicalrogers​.

You were a fool to fall for Charles Blackwood. The handsome man was a charmer, making everyone around him fall under his spell when he rolled into town. It frightened you how quickly he drew you to him. You believed at first that it was the thrill of someone new and exciting in your life, but it only grew the more you got to know him. 

Beneath the façade was a lost man. The tragedy that fell upon his relatives was heartbreaking, especially with how his cousins were treated. He didn't want to just leave a good mark in the world. He wanted a family to call his own. He wanted someone to love him. And your heart was his before he asked. 

Instead of rushing you, he politely courted you. He was a gentleman in every sense of the word. Lonely nights filled you with desires you didn't dare explore before until him. The longer he left you with kisses only to your hand, the more you craved him. It led to you making the first move once you could no longer stand it. Perhaps that was his plan all along. 

Charles taught you how to be the perfect lover. A doting and demanding teacher, you learned quickly how to please him. He lovingly told you it would be one of your duties as his wife to do so. It didn’t offend you. Pleasing him, whether it was domestically or intimately, made you happy. He made you happy.

As time went on, you began to get suspicious. He spoke of marriage, but had yet to propose to you. Days turned to weeks and blended into months. You were still no closer to marrying him, but you thought he was waiting for the right time...the right moment. 

Soon, he began to skip lunches and you knew how much he enjoyed sitting down for a nice meal. You even made his favorites, but to no avail. He was still as vigorous as ever in bed, but suspicion grew into paranoia. 

Was there another woman? The man could have anyone he wanted, but you only wanted him. You were sure he only wanted you. Doubt still clouded you. Did he ever intend to make you his wife or was it a game? 

Against your better judgement, you followed him when he skipped yet another meal. That was how you ended up outside of the diner, watching him through the glass. Your eyes were downcast for a moment when his food was placed in front of him. Was something wrong with your cooking? You could find a way to ask him later.

Lifting your gaze, you saw a woman sit beside him. From the profile, you could see how beautiful she was...more beautiful than you. You couldn’t hear the conversation, but it was clear that Charles knew her. You could see the smile as he leaned in close. Too close for your liking. And you weren’t a jealous woman. What had he done to make you feel this way?

When he kissed her cheek, you felt your heart crack. Charles was friendly, but never forward with other women once he had you on his arm. You walked away, unable to bear another moment of that display. You felt like a fool. You were good enough to keep his bed warm, but not good enough for more. 

You stopped when you saw his car. Next to you, it was his most prized possession. It was a beauty and he treated it well. Would he take her for a ride in it? Would he have her in his lap, like he had with you so many times?

Approaching the car, you were tempted to kick it. That would likely cause more damage to you than to the vehicle. You crouched down instead and snatched a small rock from the street. Before you could stop yourself, you ran the sharp edge along the passenger side. The high-pitched sound of the scratch brought a smile to your face before tears blurred your vision. 

Dropping the rock, you rushed to get home. You were certain no one saw you. But you should have known that Charles always had an eye on you.

The squeal of the tires outside of your home followed by a car door slamming shut made you freeze. That burst of confidence you felt before wasn’t so strong now. You dried your hands before stepping away from the sink and checking your reflection. Your eyes were still red from crying, but you still carried yourself with pride as you went to the door. 

“Darling,” he said through his teeth as you opened it. He looked disheveled and unhinged. The sight was beautiful and tragic. It reminded you of how he looked when he settled between your thighs. Had he been with her?

“Charles,” you coldly greeted him. “If you’re still hungry, I believe the diner will take care of you.”

A large hand came up to block the door before you could slam it shut. He looked furious at your behavior. “I’m not leaving.”

“I don’t want you here,” you hissed when he grabbed your arm. You shrieked as he dragged you out of the house. Not once had he ever laid a hand on you out of anger and you were suddenly afraid. “Let me go!”

“Not until you explain...this,” he snarled as he stopped at his vehicle. “Mind telling me why my good kitten made a mess of my car?” “I’m not your darling or kitten,” you snapped as you tried to pull away. “Do you call her those things?”

“Her?” he asked.

“That woman at the diner!” you practically yelled in his face. He didn’t even have the nerve to look ashamed. “How long, Charles? How long have you made a fool of me?”

“That woman-” he growled.

“Does she feed you? Run your bath? Keep your cock warm? Will you marry her?”

“Shut your-” “I gave you everything and you lied! I loved you!” you yelled, a sob in your throat. All you wanted was him. Now you just wanted to protect your heart.

“Loved?” he whispered, pulling you closer. “No. Love. You love me.”

“Leave before I make another mess of your car.”

Charles crashed his lips against yours, growling when you tried to push him away. It was a desperate, feverish kiss and you hated how quickly you responded. He turned you away from him as he broke the kiss, his hands cupping your breasts possessively as he pressed against you. You felt how hard he was through his slacks and you tried not to respond. He hurt you.

“I’m not leaving you and you’re not leaving me. Ever,” he said against your ear as he kneaded your breasts. “You’re mine. My kitten...and you’re going to be my wife.” “Charles,” you gasped as he pushed you against the hood of the car. It was still warm.

“You made a mess of my car...and you’re going to make a mess on my cock.”

“I’m sorry, please. I’ll find a way to fix it,” you promised as he pushed your dress up. Your body felt hot as you tried to keep from shaking.

"Her name is Margaret,” he told you, tearing off your undergarments. You shut your eyes, not wanting to hear more. Why did he want to hurt you? “She helped me find a ring.”

Your eyes opened as he nudged your legs apart.. “You…but you…”

“And her husband works in the real estate office. I had to get my affairs in order. The ring. A home...but you had to ruin the surprise,” he muttered, making quick work of his pants as you looked over your shoulder. Was he speaking truthfully?

“Charles, ahh!” you cried when he pushed into you without warning. You felt full and didn’t have time to adjust as the next hard thrust punched the air from your lungs.

“Never thought my kitten would be the jealous type,” he mocked as his hips met yours, your body pliant as you took what he gave you. “I’m not a great man, but I never lied to you.”

His heavy breathing made you shiver, his slacks rubbing against your thighs as he thrust deep. The combination of pain and pleasure from his brutal movements made your head spin. “Stay still. Stay fucking still,” he ordered, pressing a hand against your lower back to keep you from pushing back against him. You tried to be strong-willed, but he was used to getting his way. He demanded your submission and you loved him enough to give it to him.

“I was your first...I’m your only. I love you and that means you’re mine.”

You never examined the obsession Charles carried until that moment. His claim on you didn’t scare you like it should have. What did that say about you? Maybe it just meant his love was stronger than most. 

“You want my ring on your finger?” he groaned as he buried himself over and over in your tight heat. “My baby in your belly?”

You couldn’t form a coherent response as your body rippled with pleasure. “Yes. Pl...Please…”

“You’ll have to be punished for what you did,” he growled, keeping you pinned as his rhythm picked up. “But I’ll forgive you.”

You accepted his words, like your body accepted his. You gave all of yourself freely to him. Your heart, your pleasure, everything. “Charles,” you mewled. “Beg...Beg me to come,” he demanded, his cock slamming faster and faster into you as your walls contracted. “Please, Charles...let me come,” you begged, wishing you could see his face. 

“Why should I let you?” he sneered as tears filled your eyes. “Because, ahh! Because I love you,” you cried, mewling again when he covered your back. “Come...make a mess on my cock,” he said against the shell of your ear. Your body melted at his words, coming with a shout. The drive of his cock dragged out your orgasm, your body convulsing and trapped between him and the hood. It was suffocating and you wanted to drown in the ecstasy he gave to you. His groan of satisfaction in your ear made you clamp around him, feeling his hot seed fill you. You wondered if he meant what he said about you carrying his child.

He kept his body joined with yours, refusing to let you up as you closed your eyes. “Don’t you dare go to sleep,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

You let Charles have you on his car, in the middle of the day. You would not let sleep take you. “I’m sorry. I…” you whispered, biting your lip hard as he gripped your hips. “Shh. I understand. Oh, darling. How could I want anyone else when I have you?” he asked, lazily moving his hips with a smirk. “I should be thankful you just scratched my car. Because if I ever see another man touch you...I’ll kill him.”

[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

play with fire

Pairings - Lee Bodeceker x Reader, Charles Blackwood x Reader

Words - 1879

warnings - mild dub-con, fingering, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), mention of a gun (no violence), Charles being a dick

a/n - This was a thot I had a few weeks ago and finally had the chance to write it (when I'm supposed to be working on my books). I am back on my Charles/Lee bullshit to absolutely no one's surprise. Let me know what you think ☺️

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You were preparing dinner for your husband, the heat from the oven causing a sheen across your skin. He was due home anytime now and always wanted things to be perfect, it was one of the easiest ways to keep him happy.

The front door hit the wall as it swung open, a sign he’d spent the afternoon at the bar drinking, quickly making him another old fashioned and walking up to him you didn’t miss the smirk he had on his face. “We have a guest coming over tonight, make sure you’re prepared for me and be a good girl.” 

Your nerves prickled, sending a shiver up your spine. You didn’t know what he wanted, usually, it meant preparing drinks and being a dutiful wife, attentive but silent. You quickly went upstairs to freshen up, putting on the red lipstick Charles bought you from Milan and pinning your hair up in place. Spritzing on some rose-scented perfume before slipping on your best dinner dress.

You were so busy worrying about shoes you missed your husband leaning against the doorframe watching you carefully. You heard him whistle at your appearance and quickly adjusted your posture, turning to face him with a smile, “Is this ok?” He nodded and crooked his finger, beckoning you towards him. 

Taking the small steps across the room and standing in front of him you watched as he inspected you from head to toe, burying his face in your neck and breathing in the scent of your newly applied perfume. “Perfect, there’s just one thing I need to check. You know the drill.” He bent down in front of you, trailing his fingers up your bare legs and under the full skirt of your dress. They skimmed over the top of your thighs before he cupped your mound, one finger exploring between your curls and tapping your clit.

He stayed like that for what felt like hours, gently tapping and teasing you, knowing exactly how to get you worked up before he stood up and pushed his finger into your mouth, humming as you sucked it clean, leaving an imprint of your lip colour behind. He smirked and leaned forward, whispering in your ear, “we know where I want this lipstick, maybe if you’re a good girl for me you can give me what I want later.”

With that, he left the room and you quickly reapplied your makeup before scurrying downstairs to make a batch of cocktails for your forthcoming guests. 

There was a firm knock at the door, you’d never heard one so loud before and it made you jump. Charles rolled his eyes at you, slapping your butt and telling you to pour some drinks while he welcomed your guest. 

You cut up a lemon, adding it to a glass with ice and poured over the freshly made Tom Collins, having a small dram of gin to ease your nerves before making yourself a virgin version. You couldn’t handle your liquor quite as well as everyone else and couldn’t risk upsetting Charles tonight. 

The booming voice of the Sheriff echoed through the house, as he let himself into the reception room and sat down with a huff. You were alarmed at how quickly he made himself at home, helping himself to the candy in the bowl on the side. 

You passed him and Charles both a drink and excused yourself to check the food was still ok to serve. Stirring the sauce and breathing a sigh of relief you start to plate up, getting out your fancy dinnerware and putting some beers in the fridge for later.

You were just about finished when you heard the men’s raised voices and cross words in the other room, quickly followed by Charles calling your name. Assuming his glass had run dry you grab the pitcher on your way and smile as you enter the room. 

Charles was attempting to conceal his anger, the telltale signs of rage blossoming as a red across his throat and up to his cheeks. You looked at both men, quietly topping up their glasses, noticing the Sheriff hadn’t drunk much of his at all. 

He smiled at you and looked you up and down, his eyes hovering around your chest a touch too long before winking at you and sitting back, his legs spread wide and arm thrown across the back of the chair. 

Charles surprised you by suddenly standing close behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “How about we come to an arrangement, Sheriff? I see how you look at my little dove here, maybe you have a little fun with her and all the charges against me just go away?”

Your stomach lurched, he couldn’t possibly be suggesting you sleep with this almost stranger. You tried to turn and look at him in protest but he brought his hand up to your face, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at the man in front of you. The look on the Sheriff’s face surprised you, he slowly smirked at you, licking his bottom lip and raising an eyebrow, “What about what the little lady wants?” 

Before you could answer you heard a sneer behind you, Charles gripped the hem of your skirt and slowly lifted it, “Let’s see how she feels about it shall we?” Before you could stop him he had exposed you, the Sheriff was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees as he took in the sight in front of him. 

Charles swiped his finger through your folds, humming as he felt how wet you were, he brought his finger up to your mouth and smeared your juices across your bottom lip, smudging your lipstick. “I think she likes this idea more than she wants to admit.” 

His hand travelled back down your body, he took two fingers and spread your pussy open, “Take a good look at her, see how excited she is already?” You closed your eyes as the shame washed over you, you felt how your pussy quivered under the eyes of the Sheriff, clenching around nothing as his thumb swiped over your clit gently. 

“You like that Princess? Like it when Daddy touches you here?” You couldn’t stop the moan that fell out of your mouth, nodding your head and grabbing his wrist to keep it in place as he teased you. Charles hummed in delight and walked away, taking a seat behind you both. You watched him sit down and wink at you before Lee pulled you into his lap.

His hand remained under your skirt, his thumb continuing to rub your clit softly, a feeling that drove you mad. You looked at him closely for the first time, taking in the beautiful features on his face. His plump lips looked so inviting and you couldn’t help yourself, you leaned in and kissed him, your tongue softly lapping at his bottom lip begging for more. His free hand wrapped around the back of your head and he kissed you roughly, thrusting his tongue into your mouth and speeding up his rhythm on your clit. 

You moaned into his mouth and rolled your hips desperate for more but instead, he stopped, squeezing your hip and rubbing his nose against yours. You couldn’t stop the whine that left your mouth, chasing his lips for more. “Seems like your wife here is a needy little thing. What’s wrong Blackwood? Can’t satisfy her? Seems like she needs a real man to show her how it’s done.” 

You didn’t even have time to protest before he flipped you both round, your back hitting the soft cushions of the sofa and knocking the air out of your lungs. “Let’s see what we’re working with shall we?” He helped you out of your dress, throwing it towards Charles and looked down at your shivering form. The chill in the air causing your nipples to harden, Lee growled low under his breath before taking one of them in his mouth, his hand teasing the other.

You had never felt anything quite like it before, Charles often just took what he needed and forced you to finish yourself off while he cleaned up in the bathroom. Lee however was taking his time, you were getting so worked up you had no idea it could feel like this. 

Arching your back and begging him for more, your hand ran through the soft fluff of his hair gripping it at the root and causing him to moan. He looked up at you, watching your face as he swapped nipples, teasing you with the firm tip of his tongue. You felt his thigh pressing against you and instinctively moved your hips, grinding down and leaving a wet patch on his uniform. 

Charles cleared his throat across the other side of the room and you stopped, turning your head towards him not able to make eye contact. He looked so angry, despite the tent in his trousers, this was his idea and you were doing what your husband wanted. He stood up and didn’t manage to take even one step towards you both before Lee had his gun pointed at him, “Sit down Blackwood, the grown-ups are having fun over here.”

You sniggered, hiding your face behind your hand before either of them noticed, Lee holstered his gun and moved your hands away. “Let’s have some real fun, Princess.” He kissed down your body slowly, mapping out your sensitive spots and focusing on them where he could before he stopped between your legs.

Pushing your legs wider you watched him lick his lips before he dipped his head down. He licked and slurped at your pussy, holding your legs back with his shoulders as his fingers pinched your nipples. The sensations were overwhelming, like nothing you’d ever felt before, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly. 

Looking over at Charles, he was sitting watching you with an almost feral look on his face. He squeezed his cock with one hand, the other gripping the cushion beneath him. You couldn’t watch him for too long, an unfamiliar feeling built up inside you quickly, a rush of wetness gushed out of you as you saw stars. Your whole body was quivering, your breathing was heavy and you whimpered. 

Lee sat up and looked down at you proudly, he was a messy eater and you were shocked by the sheen covering his face. You were even more shocked when he leaned over you and gripped your cheeks in one of his large hands before kissing you. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, massaging your tongue with his before pulling back and sucking on your bottom lip. 

He stood up and took one last look at you, laid out on the sofa catching your breath before turning back to Charles. “I got her all warmed up for ya, don’t let her down again.”

Charles stood and walked over to you as Lee left, taking in your trembling body and whistling. He leaned in to kiss you but you pushed him away, shaking your head and walking to the bathroom, you half-turned back to him and looked him up and down, “I think we have a lot to talk about don’t you Blackwood.”

Part 2? I have something in mind for them Lee and Reader

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mostly PWP; one shots, drabbles and headcanons.

Read the warnings for each fic.

Organized by author.

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@afriendlyblackhottie -

Anytime, Anywhere

[Bratty] [Thinking Of Me]

Cozy

Don't Mess With My... - video vixen!reader

Mine. Yours.

Only You

Presents

[Shut Up] [Streets]

Two Timer - chris evans x black!reader x henry cavill

WAP

@agentofbarnes -

5AM

breeding kink

crush

dumb

Jealous, Cap?

making chris painfully hard

news week

the evans effect

@angryschnauzer -

Overnight - mechanic!chris

Pitching Tents - chris evans x reader x henry cavill

@angrythingstarlight -

Bikini Bottoms

Drabble - Chris taking you home to MA...

Get Comfy

Happy Thanksgiving

Sinday Drabble - exhibitionism kink

Take It All Off

Vacation Mornings

@awhitewolfandhisvibraniumshield - the set up

@balenciagabucky - schoolin life

@barney-james -

Lips n' Hips

Provoked

@bluemusickid -

Irresistible - pregnant!reader

Strangers in the Night - bodyguard!chris

@bucksfucks -

Beer, Football, & Blowjobs

Mile High

sunday football

@buckyownsmylife -

Do I Wanna Know? - pregnant!reader

Follow you

Worst Behaviour - famous!reader

you have sex at a party

@candy-and-writing - Show me Some Moves

@chanelfaerie - demesne

@cherienymphe - None Of Your Concern - famous!reader, dub-con

@chrisevansjellybeans - Mine

@cloudystevie -

mean daddy! Chris punishing bratty reader

softer than the satin was the night - DDLG

the devil’s trap

thirst tweets

@dadplease -

better than the books. - assistant!reader

first touch [1] [2] - virgin!reader

something different, something new

gotta have you, all of you.

@evansweaters - don't be fucking rude - enemies with benefits

@fairyevans - Eventual Punishments - DDLG

@feral-dumbass -

I Love Playin’ With Fire

Somebody to Love

@harrylovex -

Ashamed

Man in a Suit

@iguessweallcrazyithinktho - Bathroom & mirror

@imanuglywombat - Dirty Dancing

@just-the-hiddles - Kitchen Sex

@labella420 -

[Log Off] [Digital] [IRL (In Real Life)] - single dad!chris x single mom!reader

Squirm

Take A Peek - with sebastian stan x reader

@lahyene - Gucci Guilty. - famous!reader

@mypoisonedvine -

A Lesson Earned is a Lesson Learned - daddy!chris evans x daddy!sebastian stan x little!reader

asking chris to try anal

@nsfwsebbie -

And I'll Cry If I Want To - DDLG, slight dub con, daddy kink

you better not shout, better not cry. - dark, dark!sebastian stan x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, dark!lee bodecker x reader, dark!charles blackwood x reader, dark!chris evans x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!ransom drysdale x reader, dark!andy barber x reader.

@ozarkthedog -

A Teal Crushed Velvet Ride

Don't Look Away

One For The Road

Proviso - CEO!chris evans x reader, andy barber x reader

[fluff: Retaliation: The Beginning] [smut: Retaliation: The Aftermath]

Shotgunning with Chris Evans

Tethered

@punani -

chris breeding kink blurb

my girl

Sweet, St. Catherine

@rogersaurora - Breath

@royallyprincesslilly -

Buzz, Buzz—Buzz, Buzz

Focus On Me

If You Want It Come and Get It - famous!reader

Use It

@sunflowerbunny3 - Boston Cream - DDLG

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork -

Chris eating you out and calling you dumb baby

[fluff: Chris goes out with friends and drunk texts you.] [smut: Hangover Cure]

@theblvckvenus - Tonight's Show

@vocalharry - Disobeying Wife

@worksby-d - 103. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” 115. “Don’t ruin the sofa.” “I’ll just have to cum inside you then.”

@youre-deadangel - good girls and skype calls

[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.

[elles-archives]

Coming Soon....

Charles Blackwood x Wife!Reader

Requested by @reelovesbuckybarnesnes

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The first few days were strange. As you learned more about them you discovered more reasons you wanted to leave. The only reason you had stuck it out as long as you had was because Charles would come and find you for a few hours every night. 

That was one thing you missed. You and Charles had been placed in separate rooms whilst you were there. As Constance and the rest of the town believed you were brother and sister, you were placed in different rooms. The worst thing about your stay was watching your husband’s cousin flirt with him under your nose and there was nothing you could do about it.

Every night, Charles would hold you and reassure you that he loved you. You knew in your head that in order to survive you needed this plan to work, however, going through with the plan was the hardest thing you ever had to do. You hardly had any morals left at this point.

*

THIS STORY WILL BE 18+ ONLY

[late-to-the-party-81]

Non Marvel One-shots - SS Characters

Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive

Nick: Ice Sculpture 🩸

Nick Fowler x Spoiled Sugar-baby Reader for my 500 follower celebration

Looking for fun 🍆

A Lance Tucker x Escort Reader one shot for the Aphrodite's Manor Challenge

Things that go bump in the night 😭🍆🌑🩸

Jefferson, Lee Bodecker, Charles Blackwood and Nick Fowler x Reader (Kinktober 2022 Day 14)

Give you hell 🍆

Lance Tucker x Reader (Kinktober 2022 Day 17)

Looking for fun What if… AU 🍆

Escort Lance Tucker x Bored Trophy Wife reader

Satin and Lace for my lover 🌶

Nick Fowler x Bratty Sugar Baby reader - for my 1k Follower Celebration

Kiss it better 😭🍆🩸

Nick Fowler x Private Contractor Fem!Reader - for @flordeamatista's Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge

[pixi3du5t]

𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖁𝕾 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉: 𝕻1

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader, DARK!Charles Blackwood x Reader-past relationship/possible future.

Word count: 1,486

Warnings: 18+ (Mainly for future reference.) Mature scenes, violence, vulgar language, mentions of abuse, physical assault, name calling(non sexual), mentions of blood/cuts, torment, threats of violence/forced sexual activities, mentions of alcohol abuse, brief mention of murder(Jacob), affair.

A/n:PLEASE NOTIFY ME IF ANY WARNINGS HAVE BEEN MISSED AND I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE, THOUGH I WILL STRESS THIS STORY IS NOT FOR A SENSITIVE AUDIENCE. IT WILL GROW MORE DARK IN FUTURE CHAPTERS. It’s taken a lot for me to finally post this, so I hope you like it!

Summary: Amid marriage problems, two neighbours find themselves gravitating towards each other.

Tonight just wasn't your night! Three times you have attempted to go to bed-THREE TIMES-and still not a wink of sleep granted to you. Whether it be your phone chirping, your daughter crying or your neighbour's dog barking, something always seemed to keep you awake. This being why when your fourth attempt was interrupted by an insistent banging, you completely blew your lid!

Marching downstairs with not a single weapon in hand, you hastily unlocked the door and swung it open to come face to face with your ex-husband. Just like that, all hope for a good night's sleep flew out the window.

"There she is! My darling WIFE!" Charles spat, stumbling into the rocking chair that sat beside your front door. "You having a good night, baby?"

Not having room to deal with his bullshit, you waltzed out onto your porch and shoved him down the three steps leading up to your door. It amazed you how he was even able to withhold his balance since it was clear that he had been drinking.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" You screeched, hoping the malice in your voice told him just how aggravating his presence was to you. "Our daughter is right upstairs!"

The mention of his little girl struck a chord in him, reminding him of why he was here in the first place.

"Exactly! That's my problem!" He roared. "Our daughter is only metres away from a kiddy killer!"

Okay, now you were way past being livid. Not only were you sick of the game 'who's the worst parent', but you had enough of people trash-talking Jacob Barber. In your eyes, he will always be the innocent little boy who used to purposely kick his ball into your yard, hoping to con you into giving him a taste of whatever delicacies you had been cooking up in the kitchen.

"Leave him out of this!" You hissed.

"Why? Are you afraid his daddy might hear me? Good! I hope he does! It will finally give me the chance to kick his ass!"

His confession provoked a giggle from your lips. There was no way your dead beat of an ex-husband could so much as graze the god-like specimen next door, let alone kick his ass. The thought of it was way too bizarre for you to be able to take the threat seriously.

"Yeah. You like that baby?"

Unfortunately, it appeared that the said deadbeat failed to recognise that you were laughing at him, not with him. Thus, leading him to cage you up against the porch railing with a suggestive smirk written across his lips.

Not having the stomach to allow this man to touch you any further, you tiptoed up to his ear and seductively whispered. "What I LIKE is the thought of that beefy dilf next door kicking your ass so far up this lawn you will be tasting my mother's dahlias for weeks!"

Suddenly, his suggestive grip tightened to the point crescent marks were engraved into your skin. The flirty smile shifted into a dark, twisted sneer and all humour dissipated into nothing but pure rage. You had provoked the beast, meaning now you were going to pay for it.

"Listen here, bitch!" He growled, ignorant to the whimper that left your lips as he grasped your hair. "I've had enough of this fake successful ex-wife act! Now, you're going to get on your knees and suck my dick like the little prostitute you are!"

Fear engulfed your body like a wave against the shore. Every inch of your body began to tremble at the far too familiar look in his eyes. It was the same one he had given to you many times before he used your body as a punching bag. The difference is, it looked a lot darker now, leading you to believe your punishment if you do not comply will be worse than imaginable.

"Everything alright over there?"

The voice of Andy Barber reached your ears, causing a spark of hope to inflict itself into your chest. You wanted to take back all the negative comments you had ever made about him working late, for it was that what caused him to come upon your currently crumpled form.

"Yeah. Just go on inside, pal!" Your ex dismissed, paying the man no mind.

Tearing your gaze away from the eyes that continuously haunted your dreams, you willed yourself to leer into the speckled globes of your saviour. He appeared to be having a silent battle with himself. You knew it was because he had most likely grown tired of escorting this man off of your premises. Still, you knew there was a part of him that couldn't allow you to be hurt.

It made you wonder if this could be what caused him and his wife to argue almost every night. Maybe she didn't like how her husband always seemed to swing to your aid-it's exactly why you have refused his help in the past. Not that you got anywhere as Andy dismissed you every single time.

"I wasn't talking to you!" Andy scoffed. "I was talking to her."

Kind eyes observed your quivering figure seeming to be making sure there was not a single mark tainting your skin. Andy familiarised himself with each freckle on your face until he slowly lowered his inspection down your body. It wasn't till he came across the bottom half of your figure did his jaw clench, indicating that he wasn't at ease with what he saw.

Curious, you tilted your head as far as it could go and came across a site that provoked a gasp from your lips. Due to the amount of adrenaline pumping through your veins, you had failed to feel your knees scuffing against the hard gravel. If it weren't for Andy, you probably wouldn't have noticed the crimson liquid painting your flesh.

"Is that right?" Charles grunted, roughly raising you from the ground and pinning your back to his chest. "Well, honey. Why don't you tell Mr Barber here to BUZZ OFF so we can get back to business? Okay?" At the end of his sentence, he placed a teasing kiss upon your neck. Amid your disgust, you failed to notice the warning look that said Barber was giving your assailant.

Now, you were at a loss of what to do. Do you give in to Charles and suffer in ways that encouraged you to divorce him in the first place? Or do you push aside your independence to seek out your gracious neighbour's help? A part of you felt like you had to turn Andy away, for you didn't want to ruin his marriage any more than you have already, yet the thought of letting your ex into the home where your daughter slept caused bile to rise in your throat.

Straightening your shoulders, you blinked away your tears and looked at your neighbour in his ocean blue eyes. "Please, don't leave me alone with him!"

At the sound of your disobedience, Charles let out a vicious yell. "You fucking bitch!" He then tossed your body to the ground, permitting a shriek from your quivering lips.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Andy growled, shoving Charles away from where you lay. "That's the mother of your child!"

Stumbling to the ground, Charles seemed to sober up at the mention of your daughter. He'd done it again, screwed up any chance he had at being in Lilly's life, in your life. All because your friend had informed him that you still allow Jacob near your daughter. Like he was such a saint!

Releasing a scoff at the drunken fool, Andy decided to trade his attention away from him and instead assisted you in standing from the solid concrete.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, delicately tracing the back of your hand with his thumb.

Nodding your head, you swallowed down the onslaught of tears that threatened to escape your irises. "Yes." You breathed, staring into his alluring eyes.

Maybe Laurie was right to be threatened by your relationship with her husband since the emotions that you were feeling at that moment were far from innocent.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry!" Your ex blabbered on, sobbing into the earth that caressed your feet.

As cruel as you may sound, you felt no sympathy for the man that had caused you so much grief. He had brought this on himself, and you weren't going to allow him the chance to walk all over you anymore.

"Go home, Charles!" You demanded. "And sober up! Coz come morning, I'll be filing for full custody of Lillian!"

The information caused a dark look to overtake his features.

"Good luck." He smirked, sending a chill up your spine.

Just as you were about to question him on his sudden confidence, Andy was escorting you back inside your home.

[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

figured you out

Pairings - Destroyer Chris x Reader, Charles Blackwood x Reader, Destroyer Chris x Reader x Charles Blackwood

Warnings - impact play (belt), blow job, threesome, anal, p inv sex, double penetration

Word Count - 2422

A/N - This is my entry for @bestofbucky​ lovefest challenge, I had the prompt tickle fight and created this which is basically pwp. I hope you enjoy it my darling. Huge thanks to my favourite pervert @sweeterthanthis​ for beta reading this for me and leaving me the best comments on my document!

Charles walked through the halls of his large home. He shared it with his beautiful wife and it was all he ever wanted in life. His job made it impossible for him to trust many, keeping only those he was close to inside his home and the others who worked for him elsewhere.

He had known Chris all his life and could think of no one else he could trust to look after his number one. There had been far too many attempts on his life for her to be alone, it would only take one of Bodecker's men to get in and grab her. Chris was there to protect her.

She didn’t like it to begin with, likening it to being babysat, but she soon realised it was nice having him around so much. He would carry her bags, open doors and scare off anyone she couldn’t be bothered to talk to. He still hadn't learned how she managed to sneak away from him almost everyday to see Charles after his meetings, but she did.

Charles walked round the corner of his home and could hear her screaming. Grabbing the knife from his belt, he slowly approached the bedroom. Looking into the room, he wasn’t expecting what he saw.  She was lying on her front on the bed, screaming for Chris to stop tickling her, her breathing coming out in pants as she laughed so hard, “come on Princess give me it back or you’ll get me in trouble.”

Charles stood and watched them for a minute as they wrestled on the bed and laughed. He knew she had a little crush on Chris, she’d never admit it but he’d observed how bashful she became around him when she thought Charles wasn’t watching and saw how she lit up just on the mere mention of his name. He was going to have fun with them both, remind them who was in charge. Pulling his belt out of the loops and snapping it together they both instantly stopped and moved away from each other, the look of guilt on Chris’ face amusing him,”well well well, what do we have here?”

Chris stood up immediately and tried to explain himself, not managing to say much before he was told to sit in the corner of the room. You looked up at your husband, batting your eyelashes at him like you had no idea why he was so upset. He wrapped his belt around your neck and pulling you up, kissing you possessively before walking you over to Chris and pushing you down in front of him. “Now someone tell me what was going on and make it quick.”

You were about to talk but Chris cut you off, taking the blame and explaining that you had stolen an old photo he found from when he and Charles were kids and always got mistaken for brothers.

You held out the photo as a peace offering, smirking when he once again pulled you up using his belt, “You know it's pretty obvious you have a little crush on Chris, my little dove,” he looks down at you and smirks as your face drops, placing a finger to your mouth to shush you. “It's ok, I trust you both. Chris knows I’d blow his brains out, and you would never hurt me would you?” Smiling at you sweetly and pulling you in for a quick kiss before he pushes you back and surprises you by asking you to strip.

You stand there shaking your head and looking at Chris embarrassed, “Daddy won’t ask you again, show Chris what he’s missing out on.” You nod nervously and pull the straps of your sundress down, letting it pool at your feet and using your arms to cover your now bare breasts. He pulls you close to his chest, trapping your arms behind your back and turns you towards his best friend, “take a good look at her, isn’t she amazing?”

Unsure if he should say anything at all he just nods and readjusts himself, not staring too long at the woman he knows is completely off limits.

Satisfied that everyone in the room is reminded who’s in charge once again, Charles leans down and whispers in your ear before removing the belt from around your neck and watching as you bend over the bed as instructed. Your arms out flat in front of you and your back arched just as you’ve been many times before, the first strike always takes your breath away but you know better than to move. Gripping the sheets under you to centre yourself, he doesn’t give you long before he hits you right where your cheeks meet your thighs.

Leaning over you and once again whispering in your ear “doing so well Little Dove, do you remember your safe word?” You nod and whisper back “mango” before he straightens up and hits you again twice in a row without warning. You both forgot about the other man in the room until you hear him moving and clearing his throat, “Come on man, is this really necessary? You’re hurting her,” he pleads on your behalf.

Charles cocks his head to the side and raises his eyebrow, “she loves it, almost craves it. Want me to prove it?” He rips off your panties and throws them at Chris smirking at the man, “go on feel them, smell them even. She’s soaking, trust me she loves it." Grabbing the lotion from the bedside table and laying down on the bed, he pats his thighs and watches you climb up and straddle him, rubbing the soothing cream over your sensitive skin and moving you up and down his thigh as he does so.

It doesn’t take long for you to moan, trying to move against him for more friction and wincing when he slaps your sore behind, “don’t be greedy Little Dove, you’ll take what I give you and nothing more.” He grips your cheeks painfully, “now be a good little girl and show Chris what you can do with that mouth of yours.” You look at him confused for a moment, his request unexpected but do as you're told, walking over to Chris, swinging your hips and kneeling between his legs.

Before he can protest you’re already unzipping his jeans, your hand inside pulling his hard cock out and pumping it up and down. “Charles, what the fu…” He can’t finish the sentence, your mouth wrapped around him so blissfully well as you suck him deep into your throat, hollowing your cheeks as you move up and down.

Charles watches closely as you pleasure his best friend, the sounds you make as you take him as far as you can making him throb. Walking up behind you, he slips the belt around your neck once more, pulling you up and kissing you. Moaning into your mouth and holding you close he watches Chris try and calm himself, taking deep breaths and squeezing his cock to release some of the tension.

Charles moves you both to the bed and lays down pulling you on top of him, he kisses down your neck before biting your ear, “ride me my Little Dove.” Smiling down at him you help him strip down, running your nails down his chest as he lays back, pulling his cock out and slowly sinking down on it. You look down at him and smile, not understanding the look on his face until he crosses his arms over his chest and looks at you with one brow raised. You lean forward trying to grab his hands to put them on you like normal and he just tuts, shaking his head and moving them to grab the headboard instead and signalling for you to continue.

You circle your hips and try to bounce but you need him to move with you. Instead he just lays there and smirks “what’s wrong Little Dove? Can’t you fuck yourself properly on my cock?” He laughs when you whine and beg for him, laughs even harder when you pout and lean forward on him to get the angle just right but still not succeeding. Moving up and down, circling your hips just right,it still isn’t enough. You even resort to begging him, earning yourself a chuckle as he mocks you once again. You stop and grip his shoulders, looking deep in his eyes and ask him one more time to help.

“How about our friend here helps you out?” Pointing at Chris in the chair, who you had almost forgotten was even there. You look back at him over your shoulder and see him sitting uncomfortably, averting his eyes and trying to cover himself up. You shake your head at him, not fully understanding what he'simplying but stop when he cups your face in his large hand, his thumb tracing your cheekbone as he gazes up at you lovingly.

Feeling the bed dip behind you, your nerves get the better of you and you try to move off your husband, whining when he finally grabs your hips and stills you. “Come on, be a good girl for daddy and I’ll make you cum so hard you see stars. You want that don’t you?” Nodding quickly as you smile down at him, leaning in to kiss his full lips and finally relaxing. He grabs your ass tightly in his hands and kneads it, exposing you, before gently running his finger over your tight hole.

You moan into his mouth as his fingers explore, working you up enough to start pushing back against him. He began his usual routine of opening you up, using your own juices and scissoring his fingers open.took very little time before you were begging for him. “You think I should let Chris take you while you’re on top of me?” Looking down at him confused for a moment, you can see how serious he’s being and tentatively nod your head, biting your lip in both nerves and arousal as he smirks up at you. He sits up and kisses you, his hands pulling you close before he whispers in your ear for you to turn over “this ass belongs to me Little Dove, no one else gets to use it.”

You turn around and slowly sink down onto him, moaning at the stretch and stilling when he’s deep inside you. Not giving you too long to settle, he pulls you back and kisses down your neck, whispering filthy things to you and gesturing for Chris to join you both. His lips on your neck and his fingers slowly rubbing your clit distracts you enough you don’t even register when the bed dips. Your eyes shoot open when you feel him.e rubs his cock through your folds, teasing your hole before lining himself up and grabbing your hips, “are you sure about this?” Charles doesn’t even answer, he just growls into your neck and bites down, and the moan that comes out of your mouth shocks even you.

Just as you’re about to turn your head and kiss your husband, you feel Chris grab your hips and push inside you -the overwhelming feeling of being so full taking over your body. Moaning out - you’re not sure who for - you grab for your husband's hand, but they aren’t there anymore. Turning to look at him, he lays still, his smug face watching yours as you stare at him confused “go on, fuck him. I’ll just sit here and watch.”

You reach out for him and whine as he shakes his head, looking at Chris and nodding his head.

You’ve never felt like this before, you’ve played around with plugs but the feeling of them both so deep inside you, rubbing up against all the spots that make you see stars. Your moans fill the room, “come on Princess, cum for me. I can feel how close you are for us, such a good girl.”

Your eyes shoot open and you look at the face of your friend, your protector. His eyes almost fully black, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead as he thrusts in and out of you. You pull him in for a kiss, sucking on his tongue and wrap your hands around his head to pull him even closer, if it's possible, but jump and squeal into his mouth.

The belt comes down harshly on your thigh twice, “don’t fucking kiss, thats my wife,” he spits out, and you watch Chris as he pulls back giving you a quick apologetic look before thrusting forward and groaning under his breath. Your orgasm hits you completely out of nowhere, you scream out and Chris holds you up as he thrusts in and out, groaning before he cums deep inside you, biting your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. You both gaze at each other for a moment before you’re abruptly moved, Chris now on his back with you laying on top of him.

“You two are so cute, did you know that? Maybe you need a reminder of who you married, little dove,” he wraps a hand around your throat, pulling you up before thrusting in and out of you, “watch her face as she falls apart for me.” His grip on your throat firm as he moves in and out of you, every movement causing more of Chris’ cum to drip out of your cunt. You close your eyes and relax against your husband, gripping his thighs as your body trembles. His hand travels down your body and rests on your clit, softly grazing over it but not applying enough pressure to ease your need. You thrust your hips forward, desperate for more but it only earns you a harsh slap on your pussy, your scream making the man in front of you wince while the man behind you just chuckles in your ear before biting your neck and thrusting hard inside you.

He cums hard inside you with a loud groan, letting you fall forward into the arms of Chris, “well I think we need to have a chat don’t you, see if we can up with an agreement," Charles says, walking naked to the bathroom while you lay on top of Chris, slightly dazed and confused. You both hear the bath running and look up, seeing Charles standing naked,leaning against the doorframe watching you both, “come on, there's enough space in here for all three of us.”

[worldofmarvelfics]

Sebastian Stan (+ Characters)

Please note that none of these works are written by me and all credits are returned to their respective owners. I’m just here to provide a list of fics that i personally love so that you guys can enjoy too!

Updated: 11/12/20

Legend:

🦋One-shots/Imagine/Headcanon

🌼Completed Series

❄️Uncompleted Series

Sebastian Stan x Reader

🦋 Adore You by @sinner-as-saint Professor!S.S

🦋 As Long As You’re With Me by @sinner-as-saint   

🦋 Caught in the Storm by @angryschnauzer  Mechanic!S.S

🦋 Clueless by @chillingbucky 

🦋 Dating Sebastian Stan would include... by @avengersss-assembleeeMCUActress!Reader

🦋 Drunk by @youandmeandlife  

🦋 Gifts by @nsfwsebbie Dark!StepBrother!S.S

🦋 Here Kitty Kitty by @nsfwsebbie  Dark!S.S, SugarDaddy/SugarBaby

🦋 Little Sister by @caramell0w  

🦋 Loopy Love by @theonewiththefanfics

🦋 Never Have I Ever by @i-dont-do-rpfs

🦋 No Script by @revengingbarnes

🦋 On My Mind by @cap-evanns  

🦋 On the Wooden Desk by @imaginesandsmut  

🦋 Playing Games by @giorno-plays-piano Dark!S.S

🦋 Pool by @whiskey-cokenfanfic 

🦋 Wired Autocomplete Interview by @imaginesmai  

🦋 You’ve Got Time by @harryspet PrisonWarden!S.S

🌼 Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite  Mobster!Sebastian x Ingenue!Reader

🌼 Predestined by @sinner-as-saint​​ CEO!Seb/Mob!Bucky x Reader

🌼 Wrong Number by @jpat82​

❄️ Business|}{|Pleasure by @221bshrlocked StanTwins

❄️ Love, Theoretically (Part1) (Part2) (Part3) by @mypoisonedvine​

Lance Tucker x Reader

🦋 Ladies Night by @cumonbucky 

🌼 Break (Part1) (Part2) (Part3) (Part4) by @theycallmebucky  

🌼 The Prince of Gold by @moonbeambucky

❄️ Integrity → Honeymoon by @plumfondler

❄️ New Girl in Town (Part1) (Part2) (Part3) by @plumfondler

Jefferson x Reader

🦋 Christmas with the Hatter by @writings-of-dumpy

🦋 Feel You by @avengerofyourheart Enhanced!Reader

🦋 I Have to Find Her by @marvelandotherfandomimagines

🦋 The Horny Hatter by @when-the-hell-is-bucky

🌼 The Devil You Know by @constantwriter85 Vampire!Jefferson x Coroner!Reader

❄️Nothing is as it Seems (Part1) by @secondstartotheright-imagines

Charles Blackwood x Reader

🦋 Bad Idea → Me and You → Let’s Just Keep Kissin’ by @marvelandotherfandomimagines

🦋 Cattivo Fino All'osso by @nsfwsebbie Dark!StepDad!Charles x Innocent!StepDaughter!Reader

🦋 Cherries and Lace by @mariessecretfantasies Dark!Charles

🦋 Double Take by @mypoisonedvine Charles, Bucky

🦋 The Bath by @tiredandasalted

❄️ Little Wife (Part1) (Part2) (Part3) (Part4) (Part5) (Part6) (Part7) by @mariessecretfantasies Dark!Charles

❄️ Obedient → Subservient by @trillian-anders​ 

Lee Bodecker x Reader

🦋 A Knight in Rusted Armor by @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy 

🦋 Broken Wings (Part1) (Part2)  by @navegandoaciegas

🦋 Disingenuous by @iraot​

🦋 Push → Pull → Pressure @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Dark!Lee

🦋 Sell My Soul (Part1) (Part2) (Part3) by @gotnofucks Soft!Dark!Lee

🦋 Take Your Kid to Work Day by @mypoisonedvine StepDaughter!Reader

🦋 The Wrong Idea (Part1) (Part2) (Part3)  by @mypoisonedvine

[navegandoaciegas]

Hi baby!!!!! Happy almost birthday!!!! Can I request something with Charles Blackwood?? Maybe something similar to little dolls here he trains the perfect housewife 🙈💕

To make a housewife 

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Reader

Warnings: abusive relationship, explicit language, smut, spanking, fingering. 

Summary: The only way to do things right is to do them as Charles says.

The twitch in his jaw is never a good sign, nor is the scowl you fear will become permanently etched on his handsome face. A hand bangs on the wooden table of the dining room and startles you out of your daze, plates and glasses clattering with the impact.

You gulp, eyes widening, your heart beating out of its cage. 

“For God’s sake, what the hell is this?”, Charles demands, voice loud, shoulders rolled back, a seething look in his eyes. He emphasizes his words by picking up a piece of the beef you’ve prepared for him, swinging it around on his fork.

You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off before you can utter a sound. “I’ll tell you what it is, it’s a shoe sole. A tough. Inedible. Shoe sole. How many times do I have to tell you to not overcook the damn beef?” he asks through gritted teeth.

Silence.

Deafening silence, except for the clock’s ticking and his fingers tapping on the table that fill the room.

“What? Cat’s got your tongue?”

You ironed his favorite ochre shirt wrong yesterday, and he’s forgiven you for a blowjob. You don’t think he’ll do it again.

“Answer me when I speak.”

You don’t realize you’re shaking until his hand grabs your forearm, and you look up to him, jaw clenched and tight lipped.

“Sweetheart?”, he speaks very slowly, as if he were speaking to a mindless doll, “You know I expect better out of you.”

“I know.” you rush to explain, half stuttering, half sobbing, fearing his punishment. You don’t want to spend the afternoon on your knees, or the night in the attic, “I know. I’m sorry Charles, I really am. It’s just- I- the- Ms. Wright, you know she talks a lot, she kept talking and I couldn’t check on the stew, I’m so sorry, please forgive me.” you plead, tears streaming down your face, hoping he’ll listen this time. 

He coos you, hand caressing your tidy updo, his eyes softening as he takes in your distraught look. He still needs to teach you a lesson of course, that’s what it takes to make a housewife, a good one, but he’ll go easy on you this time.

He can never stand to see you cry, after all.

You wait in anticipation, not finding the courage to look him in the eyes, and before you realize what is happening, he’s bent you over his knees, your ass up in the air and his hand raking up your skirt, exposing your backside. 

You feel humiliated, and judging from the hard thing pressing on your side, you know he’s enjoying it too much.

You’ve learnt a while ago it’s no use protesting against Charles Blackwood, you learnt it the day he froze your assets and left you without a single dollar on your name, with no chance in life if not the one to do as he pleases, his little doll to turn into a perfect housewife.

“Bad girls get punished, honey. You know the rules.”

A hand smacks down on your bare bottom, the slapping noise reverberating in the room, mixing in with your soft cries. 

“One.” you whimper, knowing how mad he gets when you don’t count.

“Good girl.” He praises you, reveling in the way you squirm.

“Two.”

Another smacking sound, another sharp fit of pain shooting from your delicate skin to your core, pleasure and pain merging into one, warmth settling into your lower belly.

“Three.”

Four, five, six, until you lose count, and your bottom is flared, the skin so red and irritated you won’t sit right for a few days.

It’s not pain that burns your face.

It’s shame.

The shame to feel pleasure everytime he bends you over and has his way with you.

“Thank you sir.” you choke out, lips wobbling.

Charles smiles above you, his hand traveling from your butt cheeks to your core, delighted when he finds you wet already.

“You like it when I punish you like a bad girl?” he taunts you, thick fingers delving in your folds, smearing your arousal around. “You like it when I bend you over and spank you?”

When you don’t answers, he pinches the delicate flesh of your inner thigh, and you grunt a choked “Yes, sir.”, just the way he expects you to.

A finger teases your entrance before pushing in while his thumb worries your swollen bud, drawing circles around it. You feel a coil build up, your walls throbbing and fluttering around him.

“I can feel you clamping down on me, you wanna cum all over my fingers, sweetie?” 

You nod and plead incoherently, humiliation burning hot in your face, your hips thrusting to fuck yourself with his hand, your dripping cunt desperate for a release, your mind cursing you for being so weak. He jerks his hand inside you, and the vibration is enough to tip you over the edge. You cum with a moan and a cry, your body shaking as white hot pleasure engulf you whole.

“Don’t cry, honey, it’s okay.” he soothes you, caressing your back as you shake in his arms, peppering the crown of your head with soft kisses, “I love you so much. My perfect little wife. So good for me.” he praises you, like each time he punishes you.

When he’s like that you recognize the sweet man you’ve fallen in love with years ago. The enchantment is soon broken when he sighs and pushes you upwards, motioning for you to hand him the newspaper on the antique cabinet.

He kisses your lips, settles comfortably on the couch, and smacks your ass again, making you yelp in both pain and surprise.

“Now be a good girl and go do the dishes.”

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a quick little drabble for you! I hope you like this bby!!🤍🤍 let me know!

Reminder that my requests are open! 

[modern-vellichor]

Just Like Her Mother

Chapter One

Summary: Charles begins his new life only to find his soon-to-be bride is never home and the house is run by her daughter.

Warnings: smoking, cigarettes, explicit language

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Reader

Charles stalked the airy halls, inspecting every corner. This new house was much like his old house, but, softer. Soft light filtered into the house freely through large windows, a pleasant breeze filled with the sweet smell of an early summer garden wafted through the house. The halls were more airy, the entire house was brighter and more welcoming.

Statues and totems lined little shelves in the hall, romantic era paintings adorned the walls, portraits and photos of his soon-to-be wife and her grown daughter decorating the pale wallpaper. Postcards and letters pinned to fireplaces.

He settled himself at the head of a long mahogany table, sun shining down upon him. He ordered the staff to bring him a coffee and sat happily watching the bustling of the kitchen behind a little counter. Then he heard it.

Joyous laughter and thunderous steps echoed above him. He craned his neck to peer out into the entry hall through the huge archway, and he watched you as you slid down the banister and slipped into the kitchen. You say on one of the stools at the counter, and routinely, a steaming mug of coffee was placed in front of you, and a packet of Marlboros, and then today's edition of the newspaper.

"Hilda!", you chirped to a short, plump woman who was wiping the surface of the counter. "Tell us the goss!"

"Well", she sighed. "Oh, I really shouldn't say!", she joked.

"Ah, go on"

"Well, you know little Daisy of the Cromwell family"

"Of course", you took a drag of your newly lit cigarette. "Everyone knows the Cromwells"

"Well, rumour has it she's with child", Hilda chided knowingly.

You screeched, taking no notice of Charles who fumed silently over his coffee.

"Pregnant?", you gasped. "Shes not even turned seventeen! Who's the father?"

"That Dempsey boy"

You rolled your eyes and pulled a disgusted face before turning to your paper. You flicked through it silently for a few minutes, finishing your cigarette in the meantime.

"Oh, Hilda! They're to be married!", you yelped, chasing after Hilda who was now wiping down the table in front of Charles, and only then did you notice him.

"Who are you?", you asked dryly. Your tone turned from childish and loving to something cold and much more sophisticated, to something that he would expect from a woman of your status.

Charles stood and smirked maliciously. "I'm Charles, your new stepdaddy", he sneered, but you only scoffed, and that took him aback.

"Please, do you even know where my mother is?", you scoffed. And Charles realised he didn't, in fact, know where she was.

"Didnt think so", you sighed. "Shes in Italy, probably finding some prettier, younger new beau. She'll have you replaced in a week."

"I doubt that", he stated cockily, finding himself once again. "I'm the best your mother will ever have, and besides, I've already moved in"

"Fine," you huff.

The shrill call of the phone suddenly sounds through the tense air of the kitchen. Hilda answered it, and then called out for you. Charles followed you to the phone just outside the kitchen.

"Y/N, dear, it's that prince boy," she muttered excitedly, handing the phone to you.

Your eyes widened as you took the phone. You stared at Charles as you spoke, who's ears had perked up at the word prince.

"Andrew, hello! Yes, we're all ready for you and your father...And very excited for your visit yes. Unfortunately Mother had some very important business in Italy, but we have a different guest that will be joining us, one Charles..."

You widened your eyes and gestured at Charles frantically.

"Blackwood," he whispered.

You repeated the name and it felt at home on your tongue. You ended the call and suddenly spun on your heel and marched into the staff's kitchen. The amount of people there was small, but it was a Sunday so it was understandable. You dealed out instructions and waited for the crew to disperse before turning to face Charles.

"Mr. Blackwood. I am being very gracious in letting you stay here, so I hope you'll return the favour."

He nodded but he had a mean and serious look on his face.

"Andrew and his father are extremely important and could bring a lot of money into the family so please behave when they arrive. I'll fetch you before I answer the door. We'll take tea in the west wing drawing room, okay?"

He nodded and you excused yourself. Picking up a broom before you walked out.

You were sweeping the hallway outside his bedroom when Charles opened the door. The leaned on the door frame and took you in. You were wearing slacks and a button down that was definitely a little sheer and had your sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Your hair was messy and you looked tired, Charles loved it.

"Doing the help's work, are we?"

"yeah, the sooner it gets done the better," you say nonchalantly as you continue sweeping.

"I hope you plan on changing before out guests arrive," he sneers.

Your tone is unchanging at the remark, you don't even look at him.

"yeah, I do. Have to impress these people"

As soon as Charles realised he wasnt going to be able to provoke you further he sighed and slammed the door shut again.

At four o'clock you knocked on his door and asked him to be ready for five. And at five you rapped on his door and Charles nearly choked when he saw you. You looked like a totally different person. Charles could smell the air of old money that radiated off of you. A nice dress, just below the knees, a set of pearls. Charles's jaw nearly dropped, and it would have if you hadn't opened your mouth.

"hurry up, they're at the door"

Charles huffed and followed you down the stairs. He watched as you greeted the two men with too much comfort and led them all to the drawing room where tea was already sitting and waiting for them. Charles was relatively silent for the whole ordeal, only spoke when spoken to. Then you were standing up, inviting Andrew for a walk. And Charles was stuck with an old man he didn't want to talk to.

You and Charles regrouped after your guests had gone to bed. The two of you sat in what used to he your fathers office.

When you were young you would sit here with daddy dearest and he would read to you.

The office contained two extremely cozy armchairs, a large fireplace, and a small desk, on top of which sat a vinyl player.

The fire roared, the record hummed quietly, you and Charles curled up across from each other, suppressing your disdain.

"Cigarette?" You asked, raising your brow.

Charles shrugged and muttered a yes.

You lit the cigarette for him and passed it to him, before lighting your own.

"How was Andrew?" He asked smugly.

"Oh god, he was so fucking boring!" You exclaimed with a playful smile. "He never shuts up about his stupid car, I nearly fell asleep while I was walking"

Charles chuckled at your answer, the two of you spent the rest of the evening in silence. Until the phone rang.

You stretched over the back of your chair and brought the whole phone to sit in your lap.

"its mom," you whispered to Charles before continuing to talk.

"Oh, they'll be here tomorrow, if you're coming home"

You spoke to your mother with a bored and disappointed expression on your face as you took a lazy drag on your cigarette.

"Greece? Do you have enough? I can send some money"

Charles listened intently to your side of the conversation. It didn't sound like your mother was coming home any time soon.

You turned your gaze to fall on Charles. Smoke spilled over your lips as you took him in.

"What about Charles?"

He raised his eyebrows at you. Half out of curiosity, half to give a warning.

"Oh, yeah. He's nice. Stays out of the way. Its nice to have someone new around. Yeah, you talk to him, I'll put him on"

You handed the phone to Charles and stormed out of the room. Cigarette still smoking in the ashtray. Your mother definitely wasnt coming home as planned.

Charles did go looking for you, but he couldn't find you. And so he went to bed, alone.

[bisousbucky]

You're Late Missy

Pairing: Professor!Charles X Reader

Summary: you're late to your new class and Professor Blackwood isn't letting you off so lightly.

Warnings: Reader is over the age of 21, fingering, orgasm denial, 18+, punishment, author has a professor kink.

A/N: Rolling this one out for @the-ss-horniest-book-club ♥️

You checked your watch for the nth time, cursing as each step towards your class seemed slower. You were running 45 minutes late, all because you couldn't find your left shoe, stupidly, it had somehow been kicked underneath your bed.

"Shit shit shit!" You were winded by the time you reached Professor Blackwood's class. You opened the door with so much force you stumbled into the room. A great first impression!

"I'm sorry I'm late i–" you stopped talking midway, noting how the classroom was empty and professor Charles was writing something on the white board.

"Where were you?!" Professor Blackwood spat turning around, his hands on his waist. His suit jacket pulled tighter across his chest.

"I couldn't find my shoe." You almost laughed at how stupid it sounded.

Professor Blackwood tutted and shook his head.

"Lock the door." He ordered. You gulped but did as you were told. The door locked with a loud click and before you could turn around, Professor Charles had you pinned against the door and his fingers trailing under your skirt.

"What do you think you're doing, Professor?" You teased, shrugging your bag off your shoulder.

"Punishing you. Teaching you a lesson." He cracked a smirk at his own puns.

His fingers danced along the hem of your panties before dipping his fingers inside and through your folds.

"Damn, you're soaking." He comments. You moan quietly when two of his fingers easily slip inside of you. He curls them at just the right time and drags his fingers over that spot that makes you see so many stars.

"Professor! Yes! Right there!" You clench around his fingers as they abuse that sensitive spot.

"You close?" He pants, enjoying your facial expressions.

"Yes. So close! Don't sto–ah!" You clench around nothing as he suddenly rips his hand from your panties and sucks his fingers. "Why did you stop?!" You whine.

Charles chuckles. "Just because you're my wife, it does not mean you can be late to my classes."