#comforting charles blackwood

[i-am-true-believer]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❤️💛True Believer ❤️💛

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Two of a Kind 7

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

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

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

Note: :)

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

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I opened a window." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

👄 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's going on?" Charles asks.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[goodqueenaly]

since you clearly know your history, do you think aegon iv's situation with his mistresses while he was king was handled realistically? weren't official king's mistresses married off before taking on their positions because any bastard children sired needed a legal father? falena was married off but there's no mention of barba, melissa, or the other women after aegon iv ascended having husbands. i mean, obviously barba needed to be unwed so she could have a chance of becoming queen but if melissa wanted to establish herself as a non-grasping replacement, shouldn't she go get a husband so naerys, aemon, and daeron couldn't feel threatened? and even if melissa was a super nice person, how she could she remain "well-loved" at court while publicly having bastards and one of them is an albino? wouldn't her reputation be ruined if aegon iv dropped her and she remained unmarried after that?

I think the historical record is somewhat mixed on that point. Think of, for example, GRRM’s, ugh, favorite point of reference for Aegon IV, Henry VIII (yeah, I know): Bessie Blount was not married at the time she was in a relationship with the king (and conceived Henry Fitzroy with him), though she did marry after her son’s birth, while it’s entirely unclear when Mary Boleyn married relative to when she and Henry VIII had their relationship (and, of course, Henry offered to make Anne Boleyn his mistress while she was unmarried). Likewise, if we look to Charles II - another inspiration, I think, for Aegon IV, no less so because I tend to think he named Barba Bracken after Charles’ long-term mistress Barbara Villiers, Duchess of Cleveland - the record is far from one-sided: Barbara herself, for example, was married during their relationship of course, but the king’s two primary mistresses at the end of his life, Louise de Kerouaille and Nell Gwynn, were both unmarried for the whole of their lives (and as much as James Scott, Duke of Monmouth, Charles’ eldest extramarital son, might have claimed that Charles had married his mother, Lucy Walter, when the two were exiles in the Netherlands, Charles himself vehemently denied the supposed marriage, which had no evidence of its existence otherwise). Too, Louis XIV - not perhaps explicitly cited by GRRM as an inspiration for Aegon the Unworthy, but certainly a king famous for his love affairs - had both married and unmarried mistresses: while Louise de La Vallière was unmarried (and later ended her life as a repentant nun), the Marquise de Montespan did have a husband (who notoriously held a “funeral” for his wife after she became the king’s mistress); the widower King Louis did, almost certainly, end up marrying his last mistress, the similarly widowed Marquise de Maintenon. (There is also the story that when one of Louis’ early loves, Marie de Mancini, married her eventual husband, Prince Colonna, the prince was surprised to discover that his wife was a virgin, as he said he had not expected to find “innocence among the loves of kings”.) Again, these are only a very few, very limited examples, but I think it’s fair enough to say that GRRM could have felt, let’s say somewhat historically comforted by having Aegon IV’s mistresses be (mostly) unmarried women. 

In any event, I don’t think it was a necessity that Melissa Blackwood be married in order for her to be seen as unthreatening to the queen. While the details of Melissa’s life, especially her time as Aegon’s mistress, are frustratingly thin and vague based on our current knowledge, it does seem that Melissa went out of her way to curry favor with Queen Naerys, Prince Daeron, and Prince Aemon - a step that Barba Bracken almost certainly never took, if she was looking to replace Naerys as queen (and perhaps have her son Aegor replace Daeron as heir). It is also worth pointing out, of course, that in the aftermath of Barba’s, and probably more generally Lord Bracken’s and his faction’s, failed attempt to have Barba marry the king, Melissa and whatever faction was supporting her may have emphasized that Melissa had no such ambitions in order to distinguish her from the disgraced former mistress. Additionally, the fact that Melissa did not have a son with the king until a few years after their relationship began may have also served as some reassurance to the queen, Prince Daeron, and Prince Aemon: not only, perhaps, did Melissa appear not to want to replace the queen, but she had no ready would-be heir, as Barba had had, to promote in place of Daeron and strengthen her ambition to create a new royal family. 

Naturally, because we know nothing about why Melissa was sent away from court, or what happened to her after, we have no idea how her brief years as the king’s chief mistress affected her life or her socio-political prospects thereafter. I do tend to think that Melissa didn’t live a long life after leaving court, though when and how she might have died is obviously completely unclear. In any event, though, I could see where Melissa’s positive reputation, especially if she died relatively young, might have been preserved at court: the kind-hearted, widely beloved young woman, perhaps driven from the court by those no-good-very-bad Brackens who had then replaced her with a “faithless” mistress. Once King Daeron II came to the throne himself, the new king may have been even more inclined to think fondly of the woman who had treated himself and his late mother and uncle with respect and deference, where few if any other of his father’s mistresses had - “better this mistress than any other”, perhaps, to paraphrase the Queen of France on the subject of her husband’s beloved mistress, Madame de Pompadour. (Naturally as well, once Bloodraven came into power and influence, especially after the First Blackfyre Rebellion, he would likely have done much to promote the positive legend of his mother, especially in contrast to the surviving reputation of Barba Bracken - a legacy that I think will be central to the conflict of “The Village Hero”). 

It’s also worth pointing out that while King Aegon’s identified chief mistresses after his ascension seem to have been unmarried young women, this is not to say that the king probably limited his sexual liaisons during his reign only to these individuals. After all, Yandel notes in his overview of Daeron II’s reign that during Aegon IV’s rule, the men of the City Watch of King’s Landing whom the king promoted “made sure that the brothels—and even the decent women of the city—were available for Aegon’s lusts”; I think it’s probably fair to say Yandel likely included “married” in his definition of “decent”. Moreover, while Yandel identified Jeyne Lothston as Aegon IV’s chief mistress after the downfall of Bethany Bracken, the maester-author also suggested that the king “enjoyed mother and daughter together in the same bed”, after Falena Lothston (nee Stokeworth) brought young Jeyne to court (a disturbing rumor, of course, when paired with the additional suggestion by Yandel that Jeyne had been fathered by the king, not Lord Lucas). I fully expect that when we learn more about Aegon IV’s reign (especially given the, ugh, high likelihood of even more unnecessary sexual exploits to be highlighted in Fire and Blood Volume 2), Aegon’s omnivorous sexual desire, including for married women, will be underlined. 

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

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

Pairings: Charles Blackwood x Female Reader

Summary: Charles finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Fluff, language, pet names

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

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

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

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

He would kiss you till you’re breathless.

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

His cousins being happy for you guys.

Him holding you and comforting while you’re crying.

Charles would get you your favorite flowers once a week.

You and him brainstorming names for the baby.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charles telling you how beautiful you are.

Him giving your belly soft kisses.

Him doing chores around the house so you can relax.

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

Him being completely astonished every time the baby kicks.

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

You watching him build the crib.

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

You buying way too many stuffed animals for the baby.

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

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

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

[punemy-spotted]

A Family Sleepover, Down in the Valley

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

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

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

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

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

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

Current Members of the Valley-Verse

Steve Rogers — Glory, Amen

Bucky Barnes — Dead Trees like Lavender Fields

Sam Wilson — Company Property (TBA)

Ari Levinson — A Worthy Grave

Curtis Everett — Sixteen Tons (coming soon!)

Possible (Future) Members of the Valley-Verse

Charles Blackwood

Jake Jensen

Andy Barber

Lloyd Hansen

Ransom Drysdale

Helmut Zemo

Lee Bodecker

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

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

[yanderemcu]

Yandere Charles Blackwood headcanoes

*Charles is dominant

*Charles is a possessive, isolating and insane yandere

*Charles love language is gifts

*Charles is 90% a yandere

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

*He is always touching you

*He leaves you alone instead of comforting you

*He wants 5 kids in the future

*Constance makes the meals

*Charles is straight

*Charles waits 2 years before proposing

*FAMILY PERFECT LIFE

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

*Charles favorite spot to kiss you is your thighs

*Charles uses spanking as his punishment

*Charles is a brutal and ruthless killer

*Very possessive,dominant and controlling

*Lots of baths and sex

*Constance does all the housework

*FAMILY

Charles Blackwood-"You are mine hunny. "

[andydrysdalerogers]

Presley ~ A Curtis Everett AU ~ Epilogue

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

Warning: themes of a mafia lifestyle; SMUT; possessive tendencies; murder; death; age gap; rape

Banners by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: part Eight

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Seven months later... 

Presley 

I find myself sitting in the window seat of our room a lot. Since that day in Jersey, my comfort is here, where Curtis used to hold me as we watched the sunset or the sunrise. Its where I would read to Evie and Josh while we waited for Curtis to come home. Its my safe place, where I feel the most at peace.  

I don’t remember much after Curtis lost consciousness. I just remember that I was screaming for Curtis to wake up. I felt someone hold me, I think it was Clint pulling me away from his as the othr members of our team rushed to work on Curtis. I woke up in the hospital with Clint waiting for me.  

“Clint?” 

“Hey Pres.” He came over and kissed my forehead. “I’m glad you’re awake. The kids have been asking for you.”  

The door opened just then and Josh and Evie peeked around.  “Mama!” They ran to my bed and climbed in. I cried as I held and kissed my children. They were safe and I didn’t lose them. They held on to me like I could disappear. After a while, they fell asleep on me. I wouldn’t move them for the world.  

Clint took a seat next to me. “Obviously, Blackwood is dead.” He sighed. “Pres, I’m sorry but we found your father in the old playhouse. He left you a letter.” He placed an envelope on the bedside table. “Adam made it and is recovering at Concord General.”  

“What about Nat?” 

Clint went to open his mouth when the door opened again. Nat shuffled in, dragging her IV pole with her. “I’m ok,” she whispered with tears in her eyes. Clint got up to allow her to sit. 

“Nat is good,” Clint said with a smile. “One bullet hit the weak side of her vest and the other was in the vest. Some blood loss but obviously she’s good.”  

“And Curtis?” 

Before Clint or Nat could answer, a doctor came in. “Miss Adams, I’m Doctor Sloan. How are you feeling?” 

“Sore and a little confused.”  

“Understandable, given the circumstances. Your tests came back clear, it think it was just the shock.” He stopped for a second.  “I do have something to discuss with you. But if we want to have the discussion in private...” 

“No, you can speak in front of them.”  

It was news that would change my life.  

I sighed as I looked at the letter from my father.  

Lia,  

It devastates me to know that your entire life and the actions that have happened were my fault and you suffered for it.  It took you being gone from my life for the last six years to realize what I had done.  

I failed you.  

I want you to know, I didn’t physically kill your mother. Charles pulled the trigger after she refused to say where you went. I was angry and I let it happen. I am responsibie for your mother’s death. I didn’t follow her because once I was clear-headed, i knew I needed to do anything and everything to keep you safe.  

I have spoken to Curtis. He loves and cares for you so much. I hope that you are happy with him. As happy as your mother and I were before I messed it all up.  

I’ve left everything to you, Lia. The family will already has instructions to merge with the Everett family. They were very tired of Charles and would only transition if you were listed as the head of the family.  

I hope that you and Curtis have a wonderful life together. I love you, Lia.  

Your father, Mario 

I think I’ve read this letter a thousand times since it was given to me. For some reason, it gives me peace, knowing that my mother’s murder had died at my own hand. I mourn the loss of my father. My head leans against the glass as a tear slides down. All the loss I have endured make my heart hurt.  I look down at the belly protruding from my body and hope that this little one doesn’t have to experience more.  She is the miracle we had dreamed about before... before everything had changed.  

We are sitting where I am now, leaning into Curtis. He is kissing my shoulder before he breathes, “Would you want to have children, Kitten?” 

“With you? “I asked with a giggle 

He nips at my ear. “Brat. Yes, with me.”  

“We have children.”  

“Kitten,” he growled in warning.  

I giggle louder before I turn in his lap to face him. “Yes, love. I would love to make our family bigger.”  

I wipe my eyes, but the hormones don’t allow the tears to stop.  I don’t hear the door open but I hear... 

“Kitten, are you okay?” 

Curtis 

I had been watching my Presley from the door way for the last few moments. I could see she was floating back into her memories. Memories I wish she didn’t have.  

Fuck did everything hurt. That was the first thing I noticed. The second was the noise, a constant beeping. And then I heard it, the quiet prayer being said, begging God to bring me back to her.  

To bring me back to my Presley.  

I felt her delicate skin in my hand. She is alive, crying and praying, but alive. I squeeze her hand a little and she gasps. 

“Curtis? Baby, can you hear me?” 

“Heaven,” i croak out.  

“Baby?” 

“See an angel,” I say before the darkness takes over.  

I can feel wetness on my hand and weight next to it. I go to pat the weight and try to open my eyes but its too bright. I feel the softness of her hair.  

“Kitten.”  

“Curtis? Baby are you with me?” 

“Heaven,” I sigh before I try to blink my eyes again. And then I see it. Her eyes. Her beautiful, red rimmed eyes. A reminder of everything I could have lost. “Presley.”  

“Curtis!” She leans against my arm and sobs rack her body.  

“I’m here Kitten.  I’m here.”  

“Kitten, what’s wrong?” I kneeled in front of my pregnant fiancé, worried that something had hurt her. I ran my hands over her, stopping on her belly as I felt my daughter kick.  

“I’m ok,” she hiccups. “Just remembering.”  

“Why baby? Its in the past. WE made it. We’re here.” After I woke up, I wasted no time to put a ring on her finger. Especially after she told me that she was 10 weeks pregnant.  Our miracle survived her kidnapping and assault. I have never been a man of faith.  But I couldn’t help but send a prayer of thanks that my girls were physically ok. Now, we had to deal with the mental healing that Presley was going through.   

“I know but it scares me because of who we are and what power we hold.  How we’ll protect them. How they will never meet my parents. I just get lost in my head.”  

I knew she would never get over it completely, but she was strong.  She was resilient.  She is my Queen.  However, there were days like today where she had to deal with the reality that hurt her heart.  She lost both of her parents and killed a man.  It was a lot. I had faith she would make it to the other side. “I know sweetheart. But I will never let something like this happen again. I love you.” I kiss her softly.  

“I love...oh,” she stops, clutching at her belly.  

I froze. “Pres?” 

“I think that was a contraction,” she says with a tremble.  

I smile. “Okay, let’s get you downstairs.”  

Fourteen hours later, I’m staring at my sleeping girl while holding my sleepy baby girl.  “Chloe Amelia, you have no idea how much you are loved,” Iisay, swaying to invisible music. I look out the window, thanking the heavens that the birth was not complicating, just exhausting for Presley.  

I finally feel complete.  

I’m putting my girl down to sleep when my phone buzzes.  I take a look since I had annouced my daughters arrival to the Kings and the Don.  

Levinson: Your daughter is beautiful.   Everett: Thanks man.   Levinson: I’m sorry to do this today but I think I’m in trouble  Everett: are you ok?  Levinson: Physically, fine. Emotionally, questionable.   Everett: I’m going to need more  Levinson: Jennie left. We had an arguement and I took it too far  Levinson: I need to find her before he does 

Never a quiet moment as a King of Boston.  Guess I need to make plans to visit Camden.  

The End 

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The Don takes a sip of his scotch as he looks at his phone with the latest princess of the family.  but he also sees a message from the King of Camden 

Camden: I didn’t mean what I said to her.  please help me find her.  

He sighed.  He had two kings settled.  Three to go.  

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Hi, Jen. It's me again. The Desperate Lives AU Anon... So, the link to the Masterlist works, but the actual Phases may have been aftected too... Could use a little bit more help, please 🥺 sorry to be a bother

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| I write for a female reader, I try to remain as inclusive as possible. Any women used in my photo headers are not how I see reader and are not how reader is supposed to look. Reader is you and I will try my best to keep that level of anonymity to her, that being said I am still human and it can slip through the cracks, I hope you can forgive anything that does.

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Smut, Fluff, Angst, Soft, Dark, AU’s (I love them), Age difference (characters are legal ages), Polyamory, Dub Con, Non Con, CNC, Dom/Sub, Somnophilia, Cockwarming, Sex Pollen, Breeding, Daddy Kink, Mommy Kink, Praise, Degradation, Humiliation (depends), Breeding, Chase, Breath Play, Weapon Play, Sensory Deprivation, Overstimulation, Edging, Bondage, A/B/O, Stepcest, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Dacryphilia - Feel free to ask if there is something you want but not on here

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RPF, pedophilia, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, scat play, cheating between "main" couple, miscarriage.

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- SEBASTIAN STAN CHARACTERS -

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier, Lee Bodecker, Max Burnett, Steve Kemp, Lance Tucker, Nick Fowler, Charles Blackwood, Mickey Henry, God the Bounty Hunter, Chris Destroyer

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Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson, Andy barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Johnny Storm, Pete Brenner, Curtis Everett

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[itsybitchylittlewitchy]

Not me crying at this message. I really needed to hear this. Frankly I've given up believing I'm good enough for anyone.

To my fellow fanfiction readers,

When you're feeling alone, when you're sad, scared, lost, when you feel broken please try and remember this.

Your comfort character? Would absolutely adore you. They would think you were amazing, flaws and all. They would sit with you when you cried, they'd help you through every hardship.

They're here sweetheart, they're waiting for you, waiting for you to find the new story of your love, to revisit how you first met. They're so ready to fall in love with you all over again, and they will. Because they adore you. So please take care or yourself sweet one, they'd be so lost without you.

So what will it be tonight, friends to lovers? A/B/O? The one bed trope? Found family? Will you find eachother again after a time apart? Will it be smut or fluff? Love at first sight? Enemies to lovers? It's always exciting to start again isn't it? To rediscover how much you adore them.

I hope tomorrow is easier to live through than today, that you find that fic you're looking for, that safe place to land.

Remember your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the random girl on Tumblr, scrolling along with you, trying to make sure no one feels as alone as when they started. You are loved, matter, you are worth everything.

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[randomperson351]

Charles will make it better - CB*

Summary: Charles isn’t happy when he catches you in the midst of a panicked phone call to Constance when you run out of period products. Charles doesn’t like it when you think he can’t take care of all your needs. Charles will make it better, he always does.

Warnings: Charles gets a little smutty but only mildly and very briefly.

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“It’s not a joke, Constance, please!”

Charles frowned at the desperation and sheer panic he heard in your voice as you spoke on the phone. All you’d said to him was could you use his office phone so that you could call Constance, who you’d been friends with since school.

Of course he’d agreed, he wouldn’t deny you anything. But what he assumed would be a phone call where he could hear your giggles floating through the house had actually been a phone call begging his cousin to come to the house bringing a list of urgently requested items. He couldn’t hear the whole list, but from what he did hear he put it together in a flash.

Painkillers.

Heatpatches.

Dark chocolate.

Pads.

At first, and admittedly rather stupidly, Charles asked himself what you could need a pad of paper for. But then, oooohh, he understood.

Charles’ face hardened at your complete lack of faith in his abilities. He was a man, not some stupid, immature boy. He could handle such a simple task as going shopping, and he was going to make sure you knew.

Constance was halfway through a question when the phone line went dead. Gazing out the window and into the garden meant your back was turned to the door, so you didn't see nor hear him enter the office and end the phone call until you turned around to redial and were met with a very displeased Charles.

"Charles, what's wrong?" You asked straight away, you hadn't known he'd heard your begging to his cousin on the phone so assumed that something must've happened while you were occupied.

"What do I always tell you kitten?" He began calmly, straightening his posture and walking around the desk to be face to face with his sweetness. "What have I always said, hmm?"

"You have to work hard to reap reward, unless you're smart?" You guessed, unsure where he was going with this.

"W-well yes but not the one I was thinking of. Try again my kitten."

"Rich man's trash is a poor man's treasure?" You tried again.

"No-"

"If anyone hurts you I'll cut out their fucking tongue-"

"I will always take care of you, of anything, forever." Charles cut in your guessing and stepped forward to cup your face, lovingly kissing your forehead and his hands finding yours to hold. “And I mean it when I say anything.”

You got what Charles was hinting at and cursed yourself for not being more observant about your surroundings. It still wasn’t something you thought he’d be completely comfortable with though, so, when backed into a corner; deny, deny, deny.

“I don’t know what you mean Charles, I know you’ll take care of me, you always have.” You looked up at him.

Oh my darling, have I really led you to believe I’ll fall for something so obvious? Charles tsked and took you by the hand, leading you upstairs and into your shared bathroom.

“You take a bath kitten, I’ll be back before you know it.” He kissed your hand and took a step back but stopped when he heard you speak.

“But where are you going?”

He came back to you and cupped your face in his hands, bending down to barely kiss your lips and give them a teasing nip. “I’m going to take care of you.” He whispered against your lips. Charles turned the water on for the bath and turned you to face away from him so he could unzip your dress. His hands ran over every inch of newly exposed skin, his lips following closely behind until the material dropped to the floor and left you in your underwear. Charles delicately unhooked your bra and added that to the pile of clothes and reached down to rid you of your panties as well when your hands gripped his wrists, stopping his movements.

“I can do that part.” You whispered. But Charles was having none of it.

“Darling just trust me, when I said I wanted to be with all of you, for better or worse, I meant it. Please, my love, let me love this part of you too.” He begged, running his hands up your sides.

You took a deep breath and just decided; fuck it, he asked. You nodded and exhaled an ‘okay’ and then Charles’ hands were off again. He slowly started pulling your panties down so he could stop quickly if you asked him to, letting them drop to the floor when they got to your knees. He quickly lent over to turn the water off before getting down on his knees behind you, placing his hands around your bum so that his thumbs were on your inner thighs; pulling your cheeks apart and exposing your pussy to him.

Poor thing, she’s all red. Charles lent in and smothered his face into your exposed pussy, giving your hole a loving kiss before leaning back and turning you by your hips, making sure to give the front of your pussy as much love as the back. When he stood up Charles had a red stained mouth with your blood dripping down his chin to the floor. He caught a drip with his finger and sucked it clean, offering you his other hand to help you into the bath.

With mouth hanging open in shock, you accepted and stepped cautiously into the tub, sitting down and trying to relax into the warmth the water offered.

Charles smiled, pleased that you were finally letting him help you and crouched down beside you.

"I'll just be a minute darling, okay?"

You nodded and smiled at him, kissing his cheek when he leaned in to kiss yours.

"Good girl."

Apparently Charles had been gone longer than 'just a minute' because by the time he was making his way back to the bathroom, you were out cold sleeping.

He chuckled quietly at the adorable sight and set the bag of supplies down on the floor as he knelt beside the bathtub, admiring your peaceful face before waking you.

"I'm home my love, do you want to start waking up for me?" Charles slipped a hand behind your neck to support your head incase you jolted and sunk beneath the water.

He held in a laugh at your frown at being woken up and stroked gently down your arm with his unoccupied hand to keep you roused. You finally opened your pretty eyes for him and he looked so lovingly at you.

"Hello sweetheart, did you have a good nap?"

You stretched your neck and smiled at him, nodding in confirmation. But, then you looked at the water and the smile fell along with a hot, red blush attaching itself all over your face.

Charles looked at you concerned and looked at the water to see what the problem was, to find you mortified that it had turned a pink colour from your blood.

He huffed and lifted your chin with two fingers, yet you refused to meet his eyes, far too embarrassed.

"I don't need to remind you that I literally stuck my face in at the source of that, right?"

“Oh God.” You covered your face and sat up, the now cold water sloshing at your waist. You heard Charles sigh before he was lifting you out from the water, bridal style, and turning on the shower.

“Charles-”

“Just let me take care of you.”

What you hadn’t seen was Charles stripping down and stepping in with you, warm hands resting on your little belly and smoothing over it in soft circles.

At last he felt you ease up and rest more of your weight against him, eyes closing in calmness and swaying slightly on the balls of your feet.

“That’s it my kitten, let me take care of everything while you rest. You’ve had a long week, but I couldn’t be more proud of you. I love you darling.” He praised softly in your ear making you smile. Oh this man.

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

[jbreenr]

Happy birthday to the man with the most beautiful smile in the world.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

About my blog

Please be sure to read all of the warnings on my work before reading. My writing contains 18+ content! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!🔞

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WHO I WRITE:

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Chris Beck

Lee Bodecker

Steve Kemp

Tommy Lee (Sebastian Stan)

Lance Tucker

Charles Blackwood

Mickey Henry

TJ Hammond

Max Burnett

Frank (Endings Beginnings)

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Ari Levinson

Lloyd Hansen

Ransom Drysdale

Tyler Owens

WHAT I WRITE:

Everything I write is with a female reader.

Fluff🩷

Smut❤️‍🔥

Angst🧡

Dark🖤

Hurt/Comfort❤️‍🩹

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

I will not write anything that involves anything offensive and gross.

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[buckysboobs]

oh god i missed my daddy so much ☹️

The Value Of Zero — Chapter 2

Going Nowhere

Pairing: Stepfather!Charles Blackwood x Reader — Vampire AU

Summary: You say your goodbyes and come to terms with what you believe to be a harsh, bitter truth.

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Mentions of injury/death/funeral. Violence. Description of blood.

Word Count: 4k+

Chapter 1

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[yanderemcu]

By the way I will no longer be posting any actors x reader stuff. I'm sorry I don't really feel comfortable with that. Just it always feel weird and like creepy. Especially because I only write yandere x reader stuff. And the actor is definitely not a yandere in real life and I'm just calling them one. I tried my best to keep it simple for the posts I did make but it's just too weird. Like they are real people just like you and me but they are famous and just doing their job. I hope you understand. I will now only be doing their Marvel characters not them themselves. Or Sebastian Stan (Charles Blackwood and Steve Kemp or others), Chris Evans (Ransom Drysdale or others) and Tom Hiddleston (His characters). Not them themselves just fictional characters. I will do Professor Hiddleston still though since that is an AU and I love that so much. Since its not actually HIM. If there is any other AUs with MARVEL actors like Chris Evans,Tom Hiddleston, Sebastian Stan etc that I should cover let me know and I will see (look into it and decode if I'm comfortable with it). Just let me know. This is my decision and I hope you will accept that. Though my posts that are up right now I will leave I won't delete them. I might just put a little disclaimer or whatever on them but that's about it. Thank you. :).