#Charles Blackwood x you

[nickfowlerrr]

darling, it's cold outside.

pairing: charles blackwood x curvy!reader

words: 2.7k

warnings: 18+ only. cockwarming. not foot fetish stuff but he does remove her heels for her? lol. pining. little bit of holiday blues mentioned but overall this is pretty fluffy. maybe like the littlest bit soft!dark if you squint.

notes: very happy to be writing for charles again, i've missed him. 🥹

inspired by this txt post, this is one of seven characters i’m writing this prompt of sorts for. thank you in advance for reading and as always, reblogs and comments are welcome and so appreciated. ❣️

"Mr. Blackwood," you call out as you walk down the empty hallway, your heels clacking on the marble flooring as you go, "I remade the guest bedroom like you asked. If there's nothing else for tonight, I was going to be heading home?"

You look into his open office as you pass, he's not there. Curious...

You continue down the hall, peeking into the study, then the tea room, and then the living room - none of which held him. The television in the living room was on, however, so you assumed he must be close by. But where?

Normally you find it difficult to get more than a few minutes alone from him when you're working, but now the man of the house is as elusive as your holiday spirit seems to be this year.

The pitter patter of the rain outside the castle captures your attention as you pass the grand window.

"Oh no," you sigh as you peer out into the dreary scene. The Christmas lights strung up outside appear blurry through the rain droplets on the glass as the sky grows darker with each moment that passes.

You were supposed to be out of here by 3pm, but Charles, for the first time since you'd started working for him, had many a qualm about your cleaning and tidyings today. You had to go over the bathrooms twice and were instructed to remake his bed before reattending to the guest room. It was nearing 5:30 now, and the rain you were hoping to avoid has clearly already begun - and if the weatherman was correct - would be staying long through the night.

It's not a terribly long walk home, but in your uniform, having to walk home in the rain is a less than ideal situation.

But you resign yourself to your fate as you turn from the window and continue on your search for your boss.

"Mr. Blackwood," you call again, "I'm about to be heading home."

As you finish your sentence, crossing in front of the lavish cranberry colored couch, you notice the throw blanket you had folded and put away earlier is now adorning the cushions. You think to check by the linen closet on the other side of the staircase - hoping to find him somewhere over there so he may dismiss you for the night.

You are about to leave the room when suddenly you hear the kettle whistle sharply from the kitchen. Your brows knit together as you stop in your tracks and turn back around to go toward the kitchen instead.

The sound of your heels as you walk informs Charles of your presence as you enter the room. He turns from the stove, having just moved the kettle from one burner to the other, and looks surprised to see you.

"Oh," he said, nonplussed, "you're still here?" His brow was raised as he looked at you.

You felt stumped yourself, standing blankly for a moment before blinking away your confusion. "Yes, I- I just finished remaking the guest bedroom like you asked," you stammered just slightly.

"Oh, perfect. Thank you. You really are an angel, you know that?" he praised, smiling that ever charming smile at you.

You couldn't help but return one of your own, eyes flicking down almost immediately, unable to hold his gaze.

You sucked in a breath, schooling your face as you looked back up. "Did you want to check it over?"

"No," he brushed off with a shake of his head, turning back to open the cabinet behind him, "I'm sure everything is in order. I trust you."

Your lips twitch as you hold back a disbelieving laugh. He seemed so concerned earlier...

"Alright. Well, if that's everything, Mr. Blackwood-"

"Charles," he corrects.

"...Charles," you amend, "if that was all, I was planning on heading out for the night."

"Of course," he agrees, turning to face you once again, with two mugs in his hands. "Do you have time for some hot chocolate, or will your ride be here soon?"

"Oh, I don't have a ride," you hide a grimace at the reminder of your lonesomeness. Well...maybe you could call a cab? But no, that short ride would just feel like a waste of your hard earned money. And anyway, Charles knows you walk to and from. He's chided you on it before. You'll never forget the way you warmed at his concern for you that first time. He had offered you a ride home, but you refused. It was a clear evening and there really was no reason for any fuss. But of course, his worry still made your heart flutter.

The mugs clink as they're set down on the counter, the sound brining you back to the room. "Sweetheart, it's raining. Supposed to only pick up, too. If you were planning on walking, I don't think that'd be a good idea."

The pet name has butterflies taking flight in your tummy as you work to tamp them down.

"It's not that far of a walk, I'm sure I'll be fine."

"I must insist that you stay," he presses, your name sounding so nicely on his tongue. "Please. I would offer you a ride myself but I'm afraid my headlight blew out, I wouldn't be able to see a thing. The guest room would be yours and I could drive you home in the morning. Or, if you insist, the weather should be fairer by then - enough to walk if you really want."

"Oh, really, I would hate to inconvenience you, sir."

"Not at all," he assures you as he prepares both mugs of coco. "In fact, I think it'd be nice to have some company for the holiday. In a house this big, being alone can feel rather lonely."

You consider his words and can't help but agree. "It can feel much the same in a small home, too," you say with a bittersweet smile. "If you really don't mind, I'd be thankful to stay."

"And I'd be thankful for the company," he smiles back. "I was about to start a movie."

You trail behind him slowly as he leads the way back to the living room. When you get to the couch, he sets both mugs down on the coffee table as he gestures for you to sit.

"Please, get comfortable. You've been on your feet all day."

You don't argue and take your seat. The couch is as comfortable as it always looks and you can't help but sigh as you relish the feeling. You almost instinctively kick off your heels, but stop yourself right in time. Charles notices the twitch of your feet, however.

You hold in a gasp as he kneels down before you and takes hold of your foot. His eyes flash up to yours as you stare down at him, lips parted and breath stalled. He slips your heel off and squeezes your foot lightly before repeating the same to your other foot. No words are exchanged as he pops back up and walks to the television. He pushes a tape into the player before sauntering back over to you.

You want to lift a leg up underneath you but don't allow yourself to, especially not while you're in this skirt. Charles takes the spot beside you and you somehow go even more rigid at his proximity.

"I said get comfortable, darling," he chides, pulling you in closer to him, "I meant it."

You allow yourself to fall into his side, and then after a long second, slowly bring a leg up to get more comfortable beside him. Another long moment, and you bring your other leg up as well, repositioning yourself while you shimmy the littlest bit closer.

Charles is warm and the room is a bit cold, so you don't mind how close he actually is. Maybe more aptly, how close you are to him...

You try to focus on the opening scene of the holiday movie you've only heard of before, never actually having had the chance to see it. But as Charles leans over and grabs the throw he'd brought out earlier, he takes over your focus once again. He drapes the blanket over both of you before settling back, essentially right against you now.

Your heart is beating so loud, you're almost sure he can hear it if he listens close enough.

Charles wraps his arm around your shoulder and you instinctively scoot closer still, letting your head rest on his chest trepidatiously. He hums his approval as you do.

"Is this okay?" he asks quietly, keeping the cozy and comfortable ambience in tact.

You're quiet, unsure of what to say. Does it feel okay? It feels like everything you've dreamed of since meeting the man. But is it okay? That you're not so sure of. Are you crossing a line? Is this a mistake?... Oh god, what are you doing? You can't lose this job!

You push yourself to sit up, pulling away from Charles as he looks at you, stunned by your haste.

"I- I'm so sorry, Mr. Blackwood. I don't know what's come over me. I should, I should go," you rush your words as you try to stand.

Try.

Charles' hand is on you in an instant, keeping you in place. You look at him with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights. He says your name and you don't think to try and get up again.

"Darling, I don't know what you're apologizing for. If I've made you uncomfortable, I should be apologizing to you," he says. "...Have I? Made you uncomfortable?"

You stare into the hypnotic gaze of his cerulean blue eyes, taking in his words. It's a moment before you softly shake your head. "No," you nearly whisper. "No, you haven't." He nods, admiring your face as you peer at him.

"That's good. And, it's Ch-"

"Charles," you cut him off. "I know. Habit," you shrug lightly.

"One you'll hopefully come to break," he smirks. "So, back to my question," he pulls you closer, "Was that okay? Being that close to me?"

You nod meekly, "Yes."

"And was it okay that I put my arm around you?"

Another weak murmur as you unconsciously lean into him, "Yes."

"And just to be sure," he breathes, leaning closer into you in return, "do you really want to leave?"

Your breath catches in your throat as you shake your head. "No."

"One last question," he says as he brings a hand to your cheek, holding your face delicately as he urges you closer. You're nose to nose as he continues, "Would it be okay if I kissed you now?"

You smile softly, your lips brush his as you answer him. "Yes," you nod.

He pulls you in gently and your hand holds his to your face as he finally kisses you, so softly you swear you could melt into the cushions.

You murmur again into the kiss as your eyelids flutter shut. Without thinking, you deepen the kiss. You find your body moving without your permission as you pull yourself more into him - almost crawling along the cushions to get closer to him.

Charles doesn't stop you, in fact, he leans back further - pulling you along the way, moving you up his lap.

Your skirt stretches across your thick thighs as you are maneuvered by him onto his lap. You straddle him as his arms come around you, pulling you to be flush against him - his lips never stopping as he kisses you so completely, so passionately. The intensity only grows more fervent as you return the desire in kind.

You mindlessly move your hips against his and he moans at the feeling. The sound of his pleasure is music to your ears and serves to get you even more worked up. You can feel the slickness as it grows between your thighs. And as you rock your hips again, you can feel Charles' excitement, too.

He is hard beneath you, his erection growing more and more prominent with each second.

"Mhm," you mewl against his lips, breaking for a breath, "Charles," you sigh - rocking once more. The friction sending a wave of sparking pleasure through you.

"Does that feel good for you, angel?" he asks, hands grabbing your hips.

You nod helplessly, "Feels so good."

He kisses you again, harder this time as he holds you in place on his lap. "I know what would feel even better," he says huskily.

He reaches for the button of his slacks and you bite your lip, a few nerves building now. You pull away from him ever so slightly as he begins to undo his pants.

"Um, Charles," you nearly whisper, waiting for a response you don't get.

You watch with heavy lidded eyes and parted, pouted lips as he pulls his straining cock from his briefs. You almost feel frozen for a second before one of his hands comes up and buries itself between your thighs. You yelp, squeaking at the touch.

"Charles, I don't know if we should-"

"Oh, sweetheart, don't worry," he hushes you. You gasp with a tremble and a light moan as his deft fingers slide up and along your clothed sex. You tilt your hips as he feels along your cunt and don't stop him when he moves your underwear to the side.

His eyes are trained on your face, he watches as it contorts with the beginning sparks of your pleasure under his touch. His dick is throbbing, on the verge of starting to leak for you.

He can't wait any longer, he's waited so long already. He needs to have you around him. Needs to feel your warmth envelope him and your weight as you sit on him. He doesn't even need to go all the way with you - not tonight. He just wants to feel you.

His tongue slips past his pillowy lips as he grips himself with one hand, guiding his red tip to your tight, slick entrance. He presses against you but you slightly back away - still unsure.

"I just want to feel you, angel. That's all. I promise. Just need you to sit down and that'll be it. Just sit right here and keep me warm for a bit. You can do that, can't you, darling?"

A sigh of relief escapes you as you slacken a bit into him. You can do that, you decide. You nod your head and bring one of your hands to his shoulders. He presses against you again and this time you move into him. You whine at the sting of his intrusion as he helps ease you down onto his length a little at a time. When you are fully seated, you drop your head into the crook of his neck as one of his hands rubs your back.

"Fuck, doesn't that feel nice?" he asks, voice breathy. You only nod against him as your walls stretch around his cock, squeezing him every so often.

"Yes," you huff, "Oh, it feels so nice, Charles."

He pulls you from his neck, brushing his nose against yours as he brings you face to face with him again.

"I knew we'd be a perfect fit," he smirks, kissing you hotly as you press yourself closer to him, returning his kiss.

"I said the guest room was yours, but there's room enough for two in my bed if you'd rather," he simpers.

"I think I just might rather," you whisper with a smile against his lips. You move to sit up but are immediately pulled back down onto his cock. You moan deeply at the movement, the drag of his length along your walls and the way your walls work to keep him inside of you. To be fair, you aren't the most experienced woman in the world, but the feeling of him is unlike anything you've ever felt before. You are entirely full of him and you fear you won't want to ever go empty again.

"Not just yet, sweetheart," he laughs, holding you down. "We aren't even halfway through the movie yet. And we have all night before we take this upstairs, angel. I want to make sure this is a Christmas we'll always remember."

#charles blackwood x curvy!reader #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood #charles blackwood fic #charles blackwood smut #charles blackwood fluff #sebastian stan characters #charles blackwood x you #charles blackwood x y/n

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hi

could I please request a Charles Blackwood fic where the reader is his rlly shy and innocent neighbor who has a secret crush on him. But.. PLOT TWIST: he has the BIGGEST crush on her and will find any excuse to talk to her. (maybe some smut also…?)

I know this is pretty vague but I thought I’d leave it up to you bc you’re very talented at writing. Absolutely no pressure tho xx

Sweet » Charles Blackwood

Pairings: Charles Blackwood x Shy/Innocent/Neighbor!Female Reader

Summary: You have a secret crush on Charles and little do you know that he has a crush on you.

Warnings: mix of Fluff and Smut (18+), language, flirting, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, praise kink, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

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

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Ever since you moved in next door to Charles, he immediately felt a connection between the two of you. He did anything just to talk and hangout with you. He helped you take boxes inside of your house when you moved in. He helps you with the simplest things. Like planting flowers. He also helps you carry your groceries inside and helps you with your yard work, especially mowing the grass which is what he’s doing today.

“All done mowing the grass?” You asked as he took a seat on your porch swing.

“Yep.” Charles answers with a smile.

“I bet you’re hot after being in the sun for that long. Are you thirsty? I made lemonade while you were mowing the grass.” You say sweetly.

“I would love some, darling.” He says.

You couldn’t help but blush when he called you darling. You’ve known him for almost a year and you’re still shy around him. You went inside to the kitchen and poured him a glass of lemonade. You jumped when you felt a hand on your lower back.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Charles chuckles.

“I-It’s ok.” You shyly stuttered. “Here you go.” You say, handing him a glass of lemonade.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He says, taking the glass from your hand.

A hum of satisfaction left his lips when he tasted the lemonade.

“Mmm, this is really sweet. I love it.” He says, taking another sip of it.

“Thank you.” You say with a smile.

Charles put the glass cup on the kitchen counter and took in your appearance. You were wearing a yellow Summer dress with purple flowers on it.

“I bet you’re sweeter.” Charles says, licking his lips.

“Wh-What?” You asked.

“Your lemonade is sweet, but I bet you taste sweeter.” He says, his voice low.

You stood with your back against the edge of the counter as Charles walked closer to you. Due to yours and his height difference, he was looking down at you. A shiver went through your body when he placed his hand on your waist and his other hand on your cheek, gently caressing it. He looked deep in your eyes before leaning in and kissed you passionately. You moaned against his lips, loving the feeling of his lips on yours. Charles hand left your waist and slowly made its way downward and underneath your dress. You gasped when you felt his hand against your thigh. His hand inched its way up to your soft white cotton panties. He fingers rubbed your pussy through your wet panties, making you whine. His other hand left your cheek and disappeared underneath your dress. Charles hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs, putting them in his front pocket.

“Wh-What are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m gonna taste your sweetness, sweetheart.” Charles says huskily.

He swiped his fingers in between your folds, collecting your slick, making you gasp at the feeling. A tingling sensation went through your body when he began to rub your clit in circles. You’ve never felt anything like this before and honestly, you like it, but you’re too shy to admit it. He slid a finger in your tight pussy, making you whimper when his one finger stretched your pussy.

“There you go.” He coos, kissing along your neck. “You think you can take another finger?” He asks softly.

You nodded your head yes, too shy to say anything. Charles slid another finger in your pussy, beside his other one. He began moving them in and out of you at a steady pace while his thumb rubbed your clit. Your hands grasped the edge of the counter to steady yourself. His fingers moved faster. Moans left your lips. Your moans were like music to Charles’s ears.

“You make pretty noises, sweetie.” He says against your neck.

You gasped when you felt his teeth bite your skin hard enough to create a hickey. He repeated that same action on the other side of your neck before leaving a hickey on both of your collarbones. Your cunt squeezed around his fingers every time his teeth bit on your skin. Charles moves his head back to get a good look at the hickeys he created on your skin and smirked to himself. He watched as your jaw dropped and your chest rose and fell, breathing heavily. He curled his fingers in your pussy, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned loudly.

“Did I find your little spot, sweet girl?” Charles asks, biting his bottom lip.

“Yes!” You gasped, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop!” You say.

Charles bunched your dress up above your hips, watching with hungry eyes as his fingers disappeared in and out of your pussy each other he thrusted them in you. You bucked your hips against his hand every time his fingers curled against your sweet spot. You glanced down at where his hand is, watching as his fingers thrusted in your pussy, wet with your slick.

“You like that, sweetheart? Does that feel good?” Charles asks.

You nodded your head yes, unable to form coherent words. Only moans and his name left your lips. Your moans and his name leaving your lips encouraged him to move his fingers impossibly faster, hitting your sweet spot every single time while his thumb applied more pressure on your clit as he continued to rub it. You squeezed your eyes shut, beginning to feel overwhelmed with the pleasure.

“Charles!” You gasped, grabbing his arm when you felt a tightening in your lower abdomen. “I-I feel something!” You stuttered. “I-I don’t know wh-what it is.” You say, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“You’re going to cum, darling.” He tells you. “Cum for me when you’re ready.” He says softly and huskily.

Your eyes fluttered shut. His fingers curled against your sweet spot one last time as you came hard on his fingers, a loud moan left your lips. Charles gave your clit one last rub before pulling his fingers out of your pussy, making you whine. Charles licked your release off his fingers, moaning at your taste.

“You taste as sweet as your lemonade.” Charles says with a smirk, making you turn your head away shyly.

Charles turned your head back towards him and kissed you hungrily and passionately.

“I want your sweetness on my cock.” He says in almost a whisper against your lips before taking you to your bedroom to do just that.

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

-Bucky’s Doll

#charles blackwood #we have always lived in the castle #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #charles blackwood x female reader #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x y/n #charles blackwood x you #charles blackwood fluff #charles blackwood smut #charles blackwood one shot #charles blackwood imagine #shy!reader #innocent!reader

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕰𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝕲𝖔 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖉

𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜 𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎.

𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚡𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎.

Relationship: Charles Blackwood x female!reader

Words: ~1.4k

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!! explicit language, explicit sexual content (non-con, public sex, unprotected vaginal sex, marking), horror elements, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: my muse is awake and thriving?! Anyway, enjoy the creepy ghost sex, y’all. More monsters to come

You smiled as your maid of honor helped you do up the last of the buttons on your grandmother’s wedding gown, turning when she was finished and basking in the “oohs” and “ahs” of your bridal party. Everything was so perfect. The manor was beautiful and it really was the vintage wedding of your dreams.

But something still felt off. An occasional shiver would travel up your spine and you felt as though you were being watched. No matter how much you told yourself it was nothing, the feeling wouldn’t go away, causing you to look over your shoulder and your smile to falter. You thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye and tried to move your head quickly to get a better look, but whatever it was was gone.

Charles was enjoying setting you so on edge. Ever since you first came to his manor, his home, trying to decide if this was where you wanted to celebrate your love for your nothing of a fiancé, he had wanted you. You looked exactly like her, especially now that you were wearing her dress, and since he couldn’t have her when he was alive, maybe now he could have you while he was dead. In fact, there were quite a few things he could do whilst dead that he never would have dreamed of while he was alive.

Emboldened by the fact that neither you nor any of your bridesmaids could see him, Charles glided forward, ignoring the other women and focusing all his attention on you. When you shivered at his proximity he grinned wickedly, eager to see what other reactions he might be able to elicit from you.

The feeling of an ice cold finger dragging down the side of your neck made you gasp, your bridesmaids asking you what was wrong and only shrugging when you said it was nothing. You must have been going crazy, that was the only explanation for this. All of a sudden the finger turned into a hand that was gripping and massaging your breast, making you gasp again but only able to offer your bridesmaids a shake of your head when they inquired about your wellbeing. A second hand joined the first in fondling your breasts and you whimpered under your breath, swearing that you heard a lascivious groan in your ear and the chilly breath of some eerie presence on the back of your neck.

You suddenly realized that whatever was happening to you, it was making you wet, so wet you were worried about it soaking through your panties and staining your dress. Fortunately it was time for the procession, so you stood up to make your way to the hall where your ceremony would be taking place. Your hope that perhaps these odd sensations would cease once you left the bridal suite was quickly dashed, one of the freezing hands moving from groping your breasts to squeezing your ass. It was all you could do not to start crying, confusion and arousal making your head feel fuzzy as you stumbled after your bridal party and tried to keep your smile on your face.

Charles had never felt so elated in either life or death. He knew he was torturing you, but he didn’t care, groaning again when he smelled your pussy getting wetter and wetter. You were so soft and warm under his dead hands, your body more responsive than he could have ever dreamed. When he felt your nipple hardening under his fingers he gave it a pinch, tugging on it gently and chuckling again when you whined and squirmed for him.

It took everything in him not to grow even more bold before you had reached the hall. For everything he wanted to do to you, he also wanted an audience. The doors opened and he waited alongside you, his cock throbbing when he smelled your neck as your bridesmaids made their way down the aisle.

When you spotted your fiancé you finally forgot about all the strange things that had been happening to you for just a moment, smiling at how handsome he looked and beginning to make your way towards him so you could be joined as man and wife. Then you heard a tearing sound, and all the beautiful antique buttons that had decorated the back of your grandmother’s wedding dress scattered around you while everyone in attendance gasped. Suddenly you were on the floor and screaming, trying to bat away invisible hands as they tore at your ruined gown and delicate lingerie until your breasts were exposed to everyone in attendance.

They were all frozen, horror gripping them and keeping them from helping you as you pleaded and begged for whatever was happening to you to stop. Something was between your legs and your screams became even more frantic, your body thrashing wildly even as you were pinned down by some invisible force. It was pushing your skirt up your legs and you wailed, choking on your tongue when your cry was suddenly muffled by what felt like a freezing cold pair of lips. The utter shock allowed for your panties to be ripped off and discarded, and then your ghostly assailant was inside you.

Your cunt was so tight and warm Charles almost came on the spot. Instead he just roared with pleasure, a sound that every living being in attendance heard and was made to cower. He didn’t care about them, though, except for the fact that he wanted them to watch him fuck you into oblivion. Bruises were already raising on your breasts and the insides of your thighs from the brutality of his assault on you, and that just made him fuck into you even harder, ramming his cock as deep as it would go and grinding against your clit so you knew that he was giving you pleasure that you had never thought existed.

He reveled in the knowledge that your fiancé had a perfect view of your pussy stretched wide open around his invisible cock, loving that the poor man could see every ripple and flutter of your internal muscles when his violent movements wrenched an orgasm from your tormented body without warning. You even squirted everywhere, making a mess that Charles would have licked up if he still had the ability. For now he just settled for kissing you again as he continued to fuck you, swallowing your sobs and whimpers as your body quivered underneath him.

You had never felt more miserable or humiliated in your entire life. Every member of your family and all of your friends were witnessing you being assaulted by some spectral being and still your body betrayed you again and again. When your second orgasm took you you had to shut your eyes, silently praying that this was a nightmare and that soon you would wake up. But you knew it was futile. This was impossible, but it was real.

How could you ever look your fiancé in the eyes again? Knowing that he had seen you so utterly debased and used. And the man did nothing to stop it, just stood there and watched as pleasure was wrung out of your helpless body. It made you almost hate him even though all you wanted was for him to hold you and tell you everything was going to be alright. You knew it never would, though, not when every important person in your life had to watch you be completely and utterly degraded for the amusement of some spirit.

After your fourth orgasm Charles couldn’t hold back any longer, looking over his shoulder and laughing at the look of horror on your fiancé’s face as he started to pump his cum inside you. He knew how strange it must feel, so cold and thick as it coated your inner walls. And it would always stay with you, that small piece of him like a piece of ice that was piercing your heart and sticking to the most intimate part of you. As soon as he was finished he withdrew, sighing as he floated towards the ceiling and ignoring the sounds of your wretched cries as everyone suddenly broke from their terrified spell and rushed to your aid. He had finally gotten everything that he wanted, and he knew that you would never forget him.

#natalie writes #monstrous mayhem #kinktober 2023 #ghost!charles blackwood #charles blackwood #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x you #female!reader #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan smut #charles blackwood smut #eighteen plus

[sebastiansluts]

Reader getting fucked hard infront of mafia bucky, Lee and Charles by seb, maybe they even get involved

Sebastian Stan x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Lee Bodecker x Reader, Charles Blackwood x Reader; dub!con, mafia, rough vaginal sex,

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You were bent over the table, legs spread wide as Sebastian thrust into you from behind. Bucky, Lee, and Charles were sitting around you, jerking their cocks.

"I don't know how many times I have to drill this into you baby, if I'm busy, find one of the guys. If we're all busy, wait patiently. Interrupting my meeting with the boys, climbing all over Bucky to get my attention because I'm talking about him? That's not okay."

Sebastian was fucking you hard, with deep, powerful strokes that had you biting your lip as you pressed your face harder into the table. "Uh-uh, you better look at the boys, 'specially Bucky, cause you won't be seeing him for a couple days. Matter of fact, Bucky come help fuck this pussy- little parting gift before your trip that someone interrupted our discussion about." Sebastian snapped his hips harder, your hips banging against the edge of the table until he eased up, Bucky sliding a finger in beside Sebastian's cock.

You moaned as you were stretched, Bucky quickly adding a second finger and pulling at your pussy walls, forcing you to relax and loosen. When he had three fingers comfortably inside you, he hooked them around the top of your cunt, pressing hard on a spot that had you shaking, his palm rubbing against your clit.

"That's enough Bucky," Sebastian growled, feeling you tighten on him. Bucky nodded, using his fingers to pull you again, as he slipped the head of his dick inside you, fingers popping out.

You moaned, babbling nonsense as Bucky pressed forwards, inching along beside Sebastian until they were both as deep as they could be.

Sebastian pulled out, letting Bucky slide in, then he pulled out and Sebastian thrust in. They kept up this rotation, fucking you back and forth, making you clench as you tried to keep up with them.

Lee and Charles kept their eyes locked on you, and as you stared at Charles, he came, mouth dropping open, cum spilling up and over his hand. You whined and he held his hand up to your mouth, letting you lick it clean. As he tucked himself away, you turned to Lee, who was standing up. He aimed at your face, hand moving rapidly, and right as he came, Sebastian and Bucky both pressed back into you, making your mouth drop open in a silent scream.

Lee groaned as his cum shot across your lips and tongue, coating them as you gasped, chest heaving. Bucky was grinding deep into you, coming and making the the way slick for Sebastian to fuck even harder when Bucky pulled out.

You felt tears in your eyes as Sebastian wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, holding you down as his hips rolled. "Next time, what are you going to do baby?" he asked darkly, sounding like his jaw was clenched.

"Gonna w-wait p-patiently," you stuttered, moaning as you felt his hips still, coming deep inside you. You clenched desperately, trying to push yourself over the edge, but Sebastian pulled out, leaving you empty.

"Good girls get to come. Bad girls who interrupt, don't. Now come sit on my lap while we finish talking, and you'd better be silent."

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #lee bodecker #charles blackwood #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x y/n #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x you #charles blackwood x y/n #charles blackwood smut #multi character #smut #no y/n #reader insert

[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;

#tessa's shameless self promotion #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you #ransom drysdale x reader #jake jensen x reader #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo x you #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x you #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x you #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #series: down here in this valley #a family sleepover in the valley ⛰

[georgiapeach30513]

Misguided Ghosts, Part 2

Summary:  Jake comes to help out in your new house

Pairings:  Jake Jensen X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, somnophilia, fingering, air humping, pissy Charles, mutual pining, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Letting out a soft sigh, you peek your eyes open in the gray room. You felt wrecked. Your body used in an almost unholy way. Flipping towards your side, you know that your late night masturbation, and dreaming of the man over your fireplace had you feeling off. “What did you do to me?” You ask, closing your eyes. Charles nods his head while staring at your spent body. You were going to be perfect for him, and all alone.

You loved it. Every time his body would slither in between your legs, you would open your thighs wide, ready to take him. Lucky for him you felt it was just an erotic dream. What luck he had. He couldn’t wait for every time your eyes started to drift close. He would have his way again and again, until it took. If it could. He wasn’t sure.

He was sure that he came in you. Watched his almost translucent spunk ooze out of your body. But would it be enough?

You groan as a geeky little diddy lights up your phone. The theme song to Game of Thrones only meant one thing. Reaching over onto the bedside table, you just answer, not saying a word, “Giggles!”

“Shh, not so loud, Jakey.”

“Okay, listen. Like, I’m thinking I’m almost there, but…okay, there’s this Addams Family house up on the hill.”

“That’s the one,” a soft smile prints on your face, realizing your ridiculously handsome and sexy best friend was just down the hill. Throwing your covers off you, you search for some shoes to put on. Not caring about your appearance, Jake has seen you at your worst.

“So, I just drive up to the house on Haunted Hill? And then, I get to see your gorgeous face?”

“Yes, cutie! Now, let’s go.”

Cutie? Charles’ eyes dart around the room, before he leaves his portrait. Who were you talking to? Why did your smile get bigger? And you were just sore, and now you were dancing around down the stairs.

“There’s this giant gate. Never mind,” he whispers when you go to have them open. “Am I really at the right place? Colonel Mustard isn’t going to whack me in the head with a candlestick in the library, right?”

“No, I would never be Colonel Mustard, Jakey,” his ridiculously yellow hummer pulls into the drive, and you have to calm your breathing. Even when he jumps out and those gigantic arms are right there, and ready for you to just pinch and hold. Pretending you weren’t in love with him, by saying he’s your best friend. You wanted all of Jake.

“Jake!” You scream running down the porch steps, and bouncing into his arms. “I thought you weren’t coming for another week,” he smelled amazing. His arms wrap around your chest, and hold you tight into him. He didn’t realize just how attractive he was.

Get rid of him. Charles did not like this man. You were his. He stares hard at Jake, but he never makes any romantic gestures. That was working in this stupid man’s favor. But he was holding you too tightly. And you were his!

“Yeah, well, the bimbo…”

“Jacob, I told you, you’re the bimbo in the relationship, you can’t date another one. They don’t deserve you anyways,” he sets you down onto the ground, and Charles spots it. His hand coasts down to your waist, settling at your hips. His fingers twitch around wanting to hold you closer. He wanted you pressed up against him again.

“I know. You’ve told me before. Next girl I date, I’ve got to get your approval. Ahh!” Jake screams pointing at the steps. Charles nervously waits, thinking that he had been spotted. Some humans could see ghosts without being made available to them. “A black cat! You literally bought Leatherface’s house.”

“Leatherface is modern,” you groan, pulling at his hand, and that goofy man smirks as you pull him into the house. “This is historic. It’s gorgeous. It needs work, but,” you open up the door, and Jake lets out a sound of awe. “The space! It’s close to town, but far enough away, so when there’s children…I mean, if I have kids, it’s like they live in this castle.”

Blackwood Manor! Charles screams into Jake’s ear. Jake grimaces, rubbing into his ear. “You okay, Handsome?”

“Yeah. This place slightly gives me the creeps. Who ya gonna call, am I right?” His mouth turns up in that crooked smile, as a laugh huffs past his lips. “Look at that chair!” His voice growls out as he walks towards a sitting chair.

Do not let him sit in my chair! Charles’ hand touches your own, and you shake your head at Jake.

“No, that chair stays empty.”

“Odd request. Is there something I should know?” His hand pets over the arm, giving you his best crazed smile.

“It just feels wrong. I think it’s his,” you start to walk up the stairs, and Jake bounds after you.

“Who is he?” You don’t answer. You just giggle walking up the stairs. “Giggles! Giggly box! Who is he?”

“Wait,” your laugh was so heartwarming to Jake. He could get used to it. Could listen to it daily.

“I just have so many questions. A creepy house like this has to have such a history. It’s so retro, but then also it’s eerie, no?”

This is my home! You need to get rid of him! I don’t like him! He’s touching you and looking at your ass! He gives you no respect! Only one man in this household!

You glance back at Jake, stopping on the stairs. He was in fact looking at your ass, and not paying attention to what you were doing, and ran into your back. “Ah, why are you stopping?”

“What were you doing?”

“Counting the steps. It’s a tick of mine,” he answers quickly, looking away from your rear end. You were always going to have to walk in front of him.

How many are there?

“How many steps then?”

“There's twenty-seven. It’s an odd number. I don’t like it,” he awkwardly smiles at you when you bite your lip.

He’s lying! There’s twenty-four. He was looking at your ass!

Judging by his awkward smile, and his fidgeting hands, you had caught him. And you didn’t care, you would rather have him touching your ass. “If you say so. Now,” grabbing at his hand you pull him into the room that you decided would be your own. Opening the door wide, Jake jumps backwards at the portrait. “There he is. Charles Blackwood.”

I’m the handsome one.

“It’s looking at your bed.”

“He is,” you laugh. You can’t believe you brought him in here with your room and bed a mess.

“Did you have company last night?” His voice seemed sad, and you look at him oddly, shaking your head.

I fucked her all night last night! Had that cunt hugging my cock all night long. That’s why she was sleepy, and you ruined everything!

“Why are you asking?”

“It’s just…your bed’s a mess,” Jake’s feet shuffle around, and he looks back over towards Charles. “Maybe it’s his fault.”

It is! I had her gripping onto the sheets, crying at how good I made her feel. You could never! Now leave!

“I don’t think he likes me,” Jake stares at the portrait. The hair on his back starts to prickle up, and he scratches at his neck. “I’m gonna turn him around.”

Don’t you dare! That is mine!

“Suit yourself,” continuing to make your bed, and unaware of the tantrum that your ghost man of the house was pitching. Jake gives a nod to the portrait facing the wall now. “It looks like he’s in a timeout. What do you think he was like?”

I was handsome! I will live like that in eternity, and we will have the most beautiful hybrid babies of mine. But he needs to go! Get rid of him!

“I don’t want to talk about him.”

What?

Jake walks over to your body, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to him, “Jake?”

“I bet there’s an amazing old record player with these scratchy albums that would make the most amazing music for us to dance to, or,” he stutters out, getting a whiff of your perfume from the day before. It still smelled so perfectly sweet, and so very you. “Or y’know, just clean up this filthy place.”

It’s not filthy! It’s old. No one has lived here with me. I can’t clean.

“It has character. Let’s work on your room,” you gulp up at him.

“Or, if there’s more important things. We don’t need to worry about making you a room. I mean, the bed is big enough. We’ve slept in the same bed before. It is big enough,” he was repeating himself, and becoming more nervous with each moment. Ugh, why did you make him nervous?

No! No! This is our bed! You keep him out!

“Yeah,” you whisper, nodding your head. This was not at all how Charles had envisioned his life with you. You were to take him every night. He was exhausted trying to keep Jake away from his things. He was tainting this house. Charles saw the way you stared at him, and the need you felt to please him, it sickens Charles. You were supposed to do that with him! Only him!

He needs to go!

Charles’ fingers drift up your leg, settling in between your thighs as he works on your bundle of nerves. Careful to stand on the side of the bed, seeing how Jake was on the bed with you. You would see Charles Blackwood was better suited for you. His fingers drift lower and into your drenched folds.

His free hand starts to undo his shirt, and he starts panting, when your breathing turns labored. Maybe he could pull this off. Have you with Jake beside him. Maybe. Your whimpering though, wakes Jake. He sits up a bit in the bed staring at your body. Your skin glimmering with your sweat. Those pretty little sounds echoing off your lips. “What’s got cha worked up, Giggles.”

Me!

Jake bites at his lip, he knows he shouldn’t touch you. Knows he should just enjoy whatever wet dream you were having, but he needs to feel you. His hand gets closer to your core, and Charles lets out a growl.

Don’t you dare! This is mine! I made her this wet.

Jake goes into a zone, touching on your sex, and everything else disappears.

I do it better! Charles pushes his fingers deeper into you, while Jake rubs gently over your little nub. A salacious moan fills up the room, and Jake’s cock strains under his boxers. You looked so pretty like this.

Quit touching her! This is my princess!

“You’re so wet,” Jake laments as his fingers push into your warmth. “Fuck!” He can’t believe how wet you were. How tight your cunt was, and just how your body moved with his motions. “Wow.”

I did this! Get out!

Your eyes start to flutter, and Jake pulls back. “This is wrong.”

Exactly! Leave her alone! What?

Your body turns to the side, throwing a leg over Jake, and you start grinding over him, “You’re killing me, sweetheart. But I’m gonna let you,” he was rock hard watching you. Your slick coating his thigh, and unbeknownst to him, Charles stares angrily at the moment.

I hate you! But Charles doesn’t leave. He just watches how desperate you were for touch. He got you that hot, but Jake gets to feel you.

His voice mixes with yours, creating a lewd and sensual theme song to your mutual pinings. Charles is furious. Jake’s hips jut upward, matching your speed perfectly. “Right there, Giggles,” he pants, trying to envision you bouncing over top of his cock. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” his voice starting to trail off with every thrust into the air.

“Jake,” you whisper, a hard and nasty grind over him making you come undone.

“Yeah,” he whispers as he cums untouched. “Yeah, that was incredible,” he looks towards you and pouts, “And you won’t even remember it! This isn’t fair.”

I fucked her all night the first night, you pathetic weasel! She is mine! Now, I must get rid of you.

“Jake,” you whisper again. Jake wraps his arm around your back, and pulls you closer to him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me. And I will give you babies, and we can live in your creepy house.”

My house! My babies!

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[buckrecs]

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙

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ONESHOT

Deflowering in the Garden by @sableseb

Charles has a taste for the finer things in life. But, the finest wines, the finest art, and the finest suits have nothing on the pretty little thing he spots from across the lawn. She’s in a floral dress that falls just above the knee. Hair down and messed around her soft features from the wind that seems to have picked up from the moment he laid his eyes on her. 

Boys in Bed with Books 3 by @jobean12-blog

You try on something new and want to show Charles. 

plastic smile by @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

Charles comes to town and you both fall for each other quickly.

acting like that by @/sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

You see Charles at a party flirting with another woman.

figured you out by @/sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

Charles comes home to find you in the hands of your bodyguard Chris.

Easily Repaired by @navybrat817

Convinced that Charles is cheating on you, you damage his precious car. When you realize your mistake, he decides to teach you a lesson.

the girl in the diner by @starbuckie

Dust To Dust by @boxofbonesfic

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

SERIES

Like a Dream by @/jobean12-blog

Charles takes you to Italy.

#charles blackwood #charles blackwood x you #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x y/n #charles blackwood oneshot #charles blackwood series #charles blackwood smut #charles blackwood fluff #charles blackwood angst #dark!​charles blackwood #husband!​charles blackwood #ghost!​charles blackwood

[sgt-seabass]

💀 dark | 🔥 smut | 💧 angst | 🥰 fluff | 💐 hurt/comfort

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒖 | multiple characters x reader

Like clockwork, continuous and inevitable, the fate of these Omegas was set the moment a group of alphas came into their lives. 💀🔥

#charles blackwood #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x you #ambswrites #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan character

[xcaptain-winterx]

Charles Blackwood Masterlist 

One Shots / Drabbles

• coming soon

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[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.

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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.

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[chasingmidnights]

A Brutal Life Series: Part Four - The Past Never Dies

Title: The Past Never Dies 

Summary: A brief look at the past. 

Warnings: First off, this is 18+, minors DNI!! I think for this part what you should look out for (but not limited to): angst; implications of abuse; implied smut; Charles Blackwood (he’s a warning, alright!); and I think that’s everything. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read and your own media consumption. I do not claim to be a professional writer and any and all mistakes are my own, nothing is beta read. 

A/N: In this part, we’ll see a little bit into the past as the reader reflects on her life. This is just a short part, but later on I’m hoping to go into more detail on what all the reader had to endure with Charles. 

Wordcount: 1,267

When you first met Charles, you immediately found him attractive. Charles had this million dollar smile that made you weak at the knees and his piercing blue eyes that made your stomach flutter. You still remember the day clearly in your mind, although it was a day that you wish you could forget. If you had any idea at all about all of the trouble that he was going to cause to you, you might have left the coffee shop a little earlier than you had that day. You were completely content and minding your own business at a table just barely big enough for two, when you were interrupted by a charming, handsome young man. 

“Excuse me, but I think you left this at the counter.” He said with an irresistible smile as he held out a cell phone. 

You stared at him for a moment, enchanted by his steel blue eyes. You cleared your throat when you realized that you had been staring for too long, before looking at the cell phone in his hands. You were surprised when it was indeed your cell phone, especially when you could have sworn it had been in your purse. 

“Oh, well, thank you.” You said as you accepted your phone back. 

The handsome brunette continued to smile at you as he stood there, you couldn’t help but wonder why. Surely, he could have any other woman in this coffee shop that he wanted, but for some reason he was choosing you. 

“It’s no problem, I know how it can be sometimes. I’m Charles Blackwood, by the way.” Charles introduced himself as he held out a hand for you to shake. 

You hesitated for a moment before you shook his hand and told him your name. You were caught off guard by Charles’s appearance, but he seemed harmless enough. 

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. A woman that I would very much like to get to know better, if I may be so forward.” Charles said, his voice smooth and charmingness already winning you over. 

You could feel your cheeks and neck begin to heat up at Charles’s words, finding yourself flustered, a small laugh escaped. Charles smiled at your nervousness, finding it quite adorable. His heart raced in his chest as he waited for your answer, he hadn’t felt this way in a long while and he wanted to make you his, no matter what. 

“Are you asking me out?” You asked, wanting to make sure you were understanding him correctly. It had been ages since you had been on a date and well, it didn’t end in the best way. 

“I suppose I am. Do you mind if I join you?” Charles asked as he gestured to the empty chair across from you, his smile never faltering. 

You were still trying to wrap your mind around the fact that this gorgeous man was even talking to you in the first place. 

“Um, sure. I guess it wouldn’t be a problem.” You said coyly and watched as Charles sat across from you. 

Little did you know then, you had just invited the devil to join you for coffee. Over the next few weeks, Charles courted after you, winning over your heart each day. Charles treated you as if you were the only woman in the world to him and he spoiled you rotten. He would take you on incredible dates and they were normally to places that you had never been before, leaving you completely in awe the whole time. You remembered that after each date, Charles would be the gentleman that he was and escort you back home where the devil would come back out to play. He would give you some of the greatest pleasures that you had ever experienced and you enjoyed every delicious second. You remember exactly how it felt when he pleasured you: from the way his hands felt as they roamed your body to the way he expertly used his mouth and tongue on your body, all of it. It still gave you shivers as you thought about it. He would worship your body as  if it was the most precious thing in the world. You fell hard and fast for Charles, there was no denying it. You thought that he was everything you wanted, dare you say, even maybe the one? Everything was perfect, or so you thought. 

Months went by as you and Charles spent almost every waking hour together. Things even went well when Charles brought you to meet his family, Constance and Merricat Blackwood, cousins of his. Constance immediately warmed up to you and it was like almost having a sister or a new best friend, the two of you practically became inseparable for a while. It took a Merricat a little bit longer to warm up to you, but once you brought her a new journal and some calligraphy pens, she instantly started to like you. For once, it felt like you could be happy and that life was going your way, and that felt really good. You spent more time with Charles and his family, than you did with any of your friends. You loved spending time with the Blackwoods and being a part of the family, you also enjoyed exploring Blackwood Manor and its grounds when you got the chance. 

You remember all of it, the good and the bad. You remember the first time that Charles told you that he loved you and how it made you feel like you were floating on cloud nine. You were over the moon when he told you those three little words and you immediately said the words right back to him. You remember the first argument that the two of you had and how small he made you feel during that argument. You also remember how the very next day, he came to you with an apology and a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Your relationship with Charles was a complete whirlwind a majority of the time, especially when the honeymoon phase was over. You remember exactly when that happened as well, a few months after you moved into Blackwood Manor. You would do anything to be able to forget, but unfortunately, life doesn’t work like that; it forces you to remember. 

“Hey, you okay, Foxy?” Wanda asked as she was suddenly next to you. 

You were pulled from your deep thoughts and you shook your head as you turned your attention to Wanda. You gave her a small smile as you nodded. 

“Yeah, sorry, I guess I just got lost in my own thoughts there.” You answered, you then realized that the water from the kitchen faucet had been running for who knows how long. You quickly turned off the water and dried your hands. 

“How about we go get some food?” Wanda suggested with a sympathetic smile on her face, she knew all about the stuff that Charles put you through. 

“You know what, that sounds good Wanda, let's do it.” You said, food sounded amazing to you. 

As you and Wanda were leaving the apartment, Wanda spoke up again. “Hey, if you want, I can invite Jake and Bucky.” 

You looked over at her and immediately noticed the mischievous smirk on her lips. “Wanda, don’t tease like that, there’s nothing going on with Jake and I.” 

Wanda gave you a look that told you that she didn’t believe you. The two of you then continued on your way to dinner and you did your best to try not to think about the past. 

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sexy Break » Charles Blackwood

Pairings: Charles Blackwood x Maid!Reader

Summary: Charles convinces Y/N to take a break.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names (darling, sweetheart)

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

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Charles stood in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you clean up from breakfast. He couldn’t help but let his eyes roam your body. He shamelessly stared at your breasts as you bent over the table to wipe it down, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage.

“Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Blackwood?” You asked, looking up at him.

“No I’m good, but I can help you with something.” Charles says.

You furrowed your eyebrows. He pushes himself off of the doorframe and approaches you. You watched as he walked behind you.

“Mr. Blackwood, what are you— oh!” You gasped when you felt Charles press his bulge against your ass.

“Take a break.” He whispers in your ear, sending shivers through your body.

Charles’s hand found the bottom of your dress and slid his hand underneath it. His hand glided against your thigh, stopping at your panties. You gasped again when you felt his fingers against your wet panties.

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?” He asks, kissing your neck.

“Y-Yes.” You stuttered.

Charles bent you over the table and bunched your dress up above your hips, revealing your black lace panties to him. You looked over your shoulder to see him unbuckling his belt and undid the button and zipper of his pants. He pulled out his hard cock, making you gasp at his size. Charles pushed your panties to the side and rubbed the tip of his cock in between your wet folds, smearing your wetness and his precum together.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, darling that you’ll be wanting more.” Charles says in almost a whisper, kissing below your ear.

Your hands grasped the edge of the table when you felt his cock slip past your tight entrance. Your jaw dropped, inaudible moans leaving your lips as his cock stretched your pussy. The sting of the stretch hurt, but it was also pleasurable.

“Mr. Blackwood…” You breathed.

“Call me Charles, sweetheart.” He tells you.

His hands grasped your hips and started thrusting. His thrusts started off slow and got faster. The sound of skin slapping filled the kitchen. You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning too loudly.

“Moan for me, darling. Let me hear those pretty sounds you make.” Charles says.

You parted your lips to allow moans to leave them.

“There we go. Good girl.” He praises. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He says.

“Mhmm yes!” You moaned.

One of his hands left your hip to reach around to your front to rub your clit, applying a lot of pressure causing your cunt to clench around his cock.

“Fuck…” Charles moans.

His tip hit your sweet spot causing your jaw drop and your eyes to flutter shut.

“Right there!” You tell him.

“That your little spot, darling?” Charles asks.

You moaned and nodded your head yes. Charles continued to hit your sweet spot repeatedly causing your pussy to squeeze around his cock.

“I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that, sweetheart.” He says, followed by a moan.

The more his fingers rubbed your clit and his tip hit your sweet spot made your orgasm start to build up.

“Charles…” You moaned.

“Yes, darling? Tell me what you need.” He says.

“More!” You begged.

Charles’s thrusts sped up. His thrust were now faster and harder causing your orgasm to build up even more.

“I’m close!” You moaned.

“Give it to me, sweetheart.” Charles moans, not too far behind you.

Your jaw dropped, his name left your lips in a moan as you came harder than ever. Charles’s thrusts became sloppy as he came inside of you, painting your walls. He thrusted a few more times before coming to a stop. You two stood there panting for a moment before he pulled out of you and tucked his cock back inside of his pants and put your panties back into place and fixed the skirt of your dress.

“You ok, sweetheart?” He asks, helping you stand up straight.

“Mmm yes.” You hummed.

Charles leaned his head down, capturing your lips in a much needed kiss causing you to moan against his lips.

“Meet me in my room tonight.” Charles says with a wink before walking out of the kitchen, leaving you hot and bothered and wanting more.

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-Bucky’s Doll

#charles blackwood #we have always lived in the castle #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #charles blackwood x female reader #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x y/n #charles blackwood x you #charles blackwood smut #charles blackwood one shot #charles blackwood imagine

[canyouiimagine]

DO I WANNA KNOW ? | CL16 x Black! Reader

PART 1

Masterlist

✧ Paring: CEO! Charles Leclerc x CEO black!reader

✧ Warning: Mentions of cheating, no smut but some sexual tension.

✧ Summary: How far is Mr. Leclerc willing to go to get you.

✧ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own nor know these people personally. I also do not claim this to be an accurate depiction of their character. 🥰

✧ A/N: This was actually about someone else but I thought why not use Charles for this 👀. Also, English is not my first language so 👉🏾👈🏾.

It had been five years since the last time you were here.

Nothing had changed much. The same African Blackwood walls, the same wood flooring. The same lingering perfume in the halls. His perfume.

“Mr. Leclerc is ready to see you.” The receptionist told you. Five years ago, you were at her place. Which is how you knew that Mr. Leclerc enjoys coming to get his guests in Person. Matter of fact, you remember him getting angry more than once when guests were sent to his office instead of him being called to come and greet them. Sure, anything could change in 5 years, but you knew more than anyone that Mr. Leclerc was a creature of habit and that he would not be so quick to change something he had been practicing long before you even worked for him. You also knew that he was doing all of this to rile you up.

You got up and followed the receptionist towards the oh so familiar door of Leclerc’s office.

You entered and there he stood before you. Mr. Charles Leclerc in all his glory. The same luscious hair that you longed to run your fingers through. The same well-tailored suit. The same expensive Tom Ford perfume. And the same smile. A smile that used to make your day. A smile that you felt like belonged to you, and only you.

“Miss Y/L/N! I’m glad you could find the time to see me! I know you’re very busy these days.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would think his comment was genuine. But you had gotten to know him like the back of your hand. Mr. Leclerc was used to always getting what he wanted. He wanted to see you, and he made sure you had no other choice but to come to him.

“As you said, I’m very busy these days so let’s just get straight to the point. What do you want?”

He wasn’t taken aback by your rude response. He just smiled and motioned for you to sit down while he made his way around his desk to do the same.

“Leclerc has been looking into expending its horizons to fashion.” He started. But you knew better. While it is true that Leclerc was a group of the diverse ventures, the billion-euro transnational had never shown the slightest interest in anything fashion related, or in selling goods in general. Matter of fact, his family would probably have a meltdown if they knew about this. If they knew what he was willing to do to get close to you. “There are additional millions in turnover that we aren’t making by neglecting the fashion industry.”

“There are more than a hundred fashion brands to choose from in this country alone. So why go after mine?”

“There might be as many as you say but no other independent brand has your numbers, Miss Y/L/N.” He said to and smirked.

He knew how to talk himself way out of any questioning, and this was no exception. Your company was doing well, that is true. Some might even say it was doing better than most. He knew you couldn’t argue him on that. But as you said earlier, Charles is a man that knows how to get what he wants, and if your company was what he wanted, he would have just gone for it. Instead, he had gotten a formal acquision proposal sent to your office adding that if you did not agree to a meeting, he would resort to buying up company shares until you would be left with nothing.

“If my company was really what you wanted, you wouldn’t go out of your way to threaten me with a meeting Charles. What do you actually want?”

He was no longer smiling.

“Come here Y/N.” You couldn’t help myself. You did exactly as he said and made your way to stand before him. He looked you up and down and the smile that he adorned earlier was back.

You dressed up for him and he knew it.

“Sit down.” You didn’t need to ask where, you already knew “where you belonged”. It felt like a repeat that night. Except today you would be standing your ground. Today, you wouldn’t be falling for his lies. Your face hardened.

“The proposal for the acquisition better be withdrawn by tomorrow, Lee.” You said with a cold tone, before turning around to leave.

“We really did divorce Y/N.” There he went again with his lies. His comment had made you stop but you quickly regained your composure and left.

Charles was a married man. Something you wish someone had told you before you fell for him.

Hope you enjoyed it 🥹💖

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[sebastiansluts]

Charles Blackwood was left the estate of his uncle, at his passing, and he also inherited the maid along with the manor. He gives her a sexy short french maids outfit, complete with silk stockings, garter belt and black high heel pumps. She has no idea what’s coming. When she serves him the dessert course, he bares her breasts and bends her over into the cream cake and has his way with her. He turns her over on her back and continues, holding her legs up while sucking and lucking the cake off her, he finishes across her face. Noncon, maid fetish, stocking and heels fetish, food play, facial.

Charles Blackwood x Reader; non!con, maid fetish, stocking and heels fetish, food play, facial, vaginal sex

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"Your dessert sir," you said, placing the cream cake in front of Charles, bending slightly in your heels to set it down. Charles grabbed the top of your skimpy french maids outfit, yanking it down and exposing your breasts, pushing you into the cake, smearing the cream all over your chest. You tried to push up as he pulled his pants down, but he shoved you back down with a hand on your back, other one guiding his dick into your pussy.

"Sir!" You choked, struggling beneath him. He pressed himself down, chest to your back, hands stroking your stocking covered legs, snapping your garters until you stilled, his hips always grinding into you.

"You're going to be good now, you're going to let me enjoy my dessert in peace, like a good little maid aren't you?" Charles whispered in your ear, sending shivers racing down your spine. He pressed himself harder against you, your breath wheezing out of you.

"Yes Sir!" you gasped, laying still when he pushed up, pulling out and flipping you onto your back, shoving back in. Charles pulled your legs up and into the air, sliding his hands and lips over your stockings, groaning as his hips stuttered and resumed a harsh pace. Then he leaned down, licking and sucking the cream off your breasts.

You squirmed, his tongue circling your nipples, teeth nipping at your skin. He sucked marks into your skin long after all the cream was gone, before pulling back, his hands on your ankles forcing your legs wide.

Charles fucked you hard a few more times then quickly pulled out, jerking his cock until he was coming across your face, groaning as he painted it.

"Fuck, what a good little maid I have. Definitely keeping you around for a long time. Now clean up this mess and join me in the sitting room for my evening drink."

#charles blackwood #charles blackwood smut #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x you #charles blackwood x y/n #smut #no y/n #reader insert

[jtargaryen18]

Jamie's Halloween Challenge 2023

It's almost time for Halloween and no one throws a Halloween party like Tony Stark. No expense is spared and anyone who is anyone makes an appearance at the Avengers compound for the event. Tony also loves surprises, and he has plenty for the guests at this year’s event.

You (or your OC) is there as an invited guest or maybe you work for Stark Industries. Your choice. Your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to write a sizzling Halloween story. It can be dark, scary, or just really sexy, but the goal is a smutty good Halloween read.

CHARACTERS: Reader insert or OC (your choice) x any of the established Avengers, their foes, or other important characters in the MCU. You can also select a character played by an MCU actor (i.e. Bucky Barnes or Nick Fowler, Charles Blackwood, etc.) Multiple partners are allowed. LGBTQ+ stories are welcome here.

PROMPTS: You must pick one and submit it with your character choices.

The Mysterious Neighbor: Your neighbor's house always seemed normal until Halloween night. You notice something strange and decide to investigate.

A Night in the Haunted House: I don’t know why you’re there when you’re supposed to be at the party. You tell me.

The Unusual Pumpkin Patch: One pumpkin in the local patch grows faster and looks different from the others. You take it home.

The Halloween Costume Comes to Life: Remember that episode of Buffy? You rented a costume and when you put it on, that’s who you are as long as you are wearing it.

Halloween Candy: Tony only buys the good stuff when it comes to Halloween candy. But be careful. There’s a reason there are no kids at this party. Some of the candies are a pretty potent aphrodisiac.

The Unexpected Visitor: On Halloween night, an unexpected visitor knocks at your door. It's not a trick-or-treater but something else.

The Disappearing Act: A drink at Tony’s party turns you (or your significant other) invisible for Halloween night. What do you do?

7 Minutes in… Where?: You know the game. Only when you and your significant other are locked in the closet for 7 minutes, you’re transported somewhere else.

The Frightening Feast: Tony has quite a spread at the party. Be careful. Each dish has magical properties.

The Portal in the Pumpkin: You carve one of the pumpkins Tony ordered, but this one turns out to be a portal to somewhere else...

RULES:

You must be 18 to write for this challenge and it must be legal to participate where you are.

While a smutty good story is the goal, no incest, underage characters, bestiality, or toilet kinks.

Dark stories are welcome. Bonus points if they’re scary.

Stories can be reader insert (preferable) but can be OC.

At some point in the story, your characters must attend Tony’s party, be planning to go to the party, or just come from the party. Bonus points if Tony makes an appearance, even if it’s brief.

You must send me an ask with your characters of choice and the prompt of your choice. `(Example: Steve Rogers x Reader and Halloween Candy)

Minimum word count is 1k words. The max length is up to you.

For this challenge, the fic must be brand new. No tie-ins to existing fics or series. No recycled stories.

Please add a “keep reading” function after 300 words and apply all needed warnings and labels to your fic.

You don’t have to follow me, just tag me in your posts and use the Hashtag #JamiesHalloween2023. If I don’t reblog your story within 3 days, please DM me.

DEADLINE: October 31, 2023

I haven't done one of these in a while and I don't know if anyone will want to participate so no limits on characters or prompts. Each story will be amazing.

Thank you!

THE STORIES

The Closet of Desire by @nicoline1998enilocin

Bad Moon Rising by @spectre-posts

Toys 'R' Us by @americasass81

Seven Minutes Pt 1 & Pt 2 by @anika-ann

The Past Always Catches Up by @holylulusworld

Something Else by @nekoannie-chan

Spiked Candy by @nicoline1998enilocin

Embracing the Darkness by @americasass81

The Mysterious House on Easton Avenue by @talesofadragon

Circles by @the-soulofdevil

Taste Me on Your Tongue by @autumnrose40

#Writing challenges #JamesHalloween2023 #Halloween Challenges #Smutty story challenges

[georgiapeach30513]

Misguided Ghosts, Part 1

Summary:  Charles likes watching you

Pairings:  Ghost!Charles Blackwood X Reader

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, female masturbation, sex with a ghost, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, breeding kink, possessive kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  860

A/N: If you read last years Spectrophilia one shot, this chapter isn’t necessary, but it is setting the scene

Series Masterlist

You got so lucky when the Blackwood manor came on the market.  A beautiful estate that had been left abandoned.  Sure, there was minor things that needed to be fixed, but as your dad would say, ‘Lipstick and rouge, sweetheart.’  While it would take time, it would be worth it.

The first day you spent mostly just cleaning up a bedroom for you to sleep in.  Removing the sheets off the furniture and walls, uncovering a portrait of an extremely handsome man.  Charles Blackwood carved at the bottom.  “Well, Charles.  Looks like it’s just me and you now,” you talk to the painting.  “Just don’t stare at me as I change handsome.”

You continue to clean up, feeling like you’re being watched.  You twist around quickly, the painting the only eyes you see, “I told you not to stare at me, Charles.  Or should I call you Charlie?”  a chill runs up your spine, and you assume it’s best to keep him at Charles.  

Finishing up the bedroom, you decide it’s time to bathe.  “Listen, sir, I’m going to take a bath, so I need you to stay here.  Are we clear?” of course the stupid thing isn’t going to answer.  It’s just a painting.  Walking into the bathroom you settle into the claw bathtub, dreaming of how grand this house must have been in its glory days.  

When you walk back into the room, that painting is still demanding on your attention, “Alright sugar.  I’ve got to sleep.  You’ll watch over me though, right?  God, I’m so lonely I’m talking to a fucking painting.  You are quite attractive though, Charles.  Well goodnight.”

You wake up at 3:00am, your hands massaging at your entrance, and you look up at Charles.  “Did you do this to me?” you ask, already panting.  “Might as well make the most of it.”

You continue to stimulate yourself.  Your fingers creating soft circles on your clit, “Waiting for that slow buildup,” you tell your painting friend.  Sliding down two fingers you enter them into your tight hole.  Pumping them in and out, and heating yourself up even more.  “I wish it was your fingers, handsome.”

“Why didn’t you say so?”

You gasp looking over on the other side of the room, Charles in all his copper haired glory.  “What?”

“You saw me watching you.  Talked to me all day.  Started touching yourself to my image, and now you’ve invited me to finish the job.”

“There’s no way…did you not die?  And how do you still look like that?”

“Shh…can I not just take care of you?” he asks, taking off his clothes and you gulp seeing just how chiseled he actually is.  “Well, princess, you gonna let me take care of you?  Or at least pull the covers down so I can see how wet I make that cunt.”

You nod your head, opening up the blankets to allow him in.  A chill surrounds him, and you just know you’re dreaming.  Falling asleep from pleasuring yourself.  “I’m just gonna enjoy it.”

“And I’ll make sure you do.”

His almost translucent body crawling over your own, and the chill from him makes you shiver, “You get used it,” he tells you, his lips kissing all over your body.  The way he makes you feel, mixed with the chill every time he touches you makes your hairs stand on end.  “It’s been so long, princess.  Do I get to keep you?”

“Yes, as long as you make me feel this good,” your body already giving into him.

He gives you an evil grin, “This is nothing,” his hands adjust your body, spreading your thighs further apart.  His hand roams through your folds, “Already ready for me.  You’re just as lonely and horny as me, huh?”

“Yes, Charles just fuck me.”

A darkness creeps over his eyes, “Be polite.  Ladies don’t say fuck.”

“Please, Charles, I need you.”

He eases his icy cock through you, you’re crippled with pleasure.  Mewling with every inch into your body, and when he bottoms out, he removes himself quickly, only to slowly enter back in.  Driving you crazy with all the senses he’s making your body feel.  Every part of you wants to scream the nastiest profanities, but you fear Charles would halt his movements.  So you just allow yourself to make those sweet sounds.

Charles body trembles when he feels your walls flutter.  “Princess,” his voice begs.  Your fingers assist him by stimulating your clit.  Racing for your release, and when your close, you pull Charles down for a spine-tingling kiss.  Feeling warmth for the first time since he’s been near you.  “Ghosts do that?”

“Only for you, princess.  Now get some sleep.  You’ll need it for when you’re carrying my child,” you don’t hear the last part.  You were barely awake as it was.  A fever dream of a ghostly Charles fucking into you.  But he knows better.  He’s keeping you.  Keeping you here, and keeping you nice and round with his hybrid babies.  “I’ll keep you forever princess.”

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