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vellicore · 10 months

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FAVORITE PLACES

Various characters and their favorite places to have sex.

Warnings: public sex, shower sex, car sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum kink, basically this is all filth.

A/N: Please do not report this! It's so frustrating to have things reported. If I missed any warnings you feel should be listed, please let me know. Gifs made by me. I know I didn't list all of Seb's characters, but I did some of my favorites.

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - After being denied pleasure for many years, Bucky is desperate. He’s more than happy to have sex any place at any time. Out to dinner with friends? He doesn’t care, he’ll gladly take you in the bathroom of the restaurant. Heading to a mission? No better place than the back of the jet. He even took you in the laundry room of your parent’s house. The man is insatiable.

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧- Carter loves the thrill of making you cum while riding the elevator. It all started when the two of you got stuck on one. He knew he needed to distract you somehow. What better way than having you cum on his cock? Now, whenever you two ride one together, he considers it a challenge to see just how fast he can make you cum.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 - Charles loves to take you apart in the back seat of his red convertible. He gets even more excited when you let him keep the top down. It’s almost like he’s determined to get caught. He craves the sound of your moans and screams. Let the townspeople hear you while his tongue is buried deep into your soaked pussy.

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - The gym, of course. Lance loves to use the different gymnastics equipment to his advantage. You'd never considered yourself to be flexible. That is, until Lance came along. He causes you to bend and stretch in ways you didn't even know was possible. Whether it's bending you over the pommel horse or having you ride him on top of the mats, he always manages to give you a solid workout.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - Lee loves to fuck you at the station. It all started when he spotted two of his deputies staring at your ass. That afternoon he made sure they all knew who you belonged to. He bent you over his desk and pounded into you until you were screaming his name. Now anytime you bring his lunch (which happens frequently). Everyone in the station knows what’s about to happen. Lee can't help but feel smug as you walk out of his office with his cum running down your thighs.

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 - Max craves the riches in life. He lives for the thrill. He loves to have sex in your current mark's house. Once, you were conning a millionaire. Max fucked you up against the window of the man's penthouse. He always finds a way to be a part of the con. Whether it's posing as your best friend, brother, or coworker. He doesn't care. As long he finds a way to have you.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 - Mickey loves to fool around inside his DJ booth. Once the club was so dark, he was able to fuck you without anyone noticing. He's constantly looking for opportunities to make it happen again. But most of the time, the two of you are only able to manage to sneak in a blow job or some fingering. It doesn't matter though, because the set is over. He'll find a place so he can be buried deep inside your pussy.

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫- Nick loves to take you apart in the shower. There's just something about the way the water trickles down your breasts that makes him feral. He loves the way you look with your hair soaked and the blissed-out expression on your face. Whether it's first thing in the morning or ending a long day. Nothing relaxes Nick more than a shower with you.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - Steve never expected to be able to fuck you once he put you in his basement. No, he thought once you found out the truth of everything, you’d want nothing to do with him. But that wasn’t the case at all. He quickly realizes you're just as twisted as he is. So, that's why he loves to fuck you while you're locked away. Knowing that his other victims are listening only causes him to want this more.

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nickfowlerrr · 4 months

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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."

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 months

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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

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Hi my name is Cal. I love HOTD/Bucky/fandom✨

About me: I’m a current psych major, part-time fruit chopper, Gecko mother always. One recovering alcoholic of 2 years, please feel free to reach out if you struggle or are in the same boat!!! White ass bitch from the Southeast US but will pester you with cultural questions.

I love sexy blonde Incest bitches, incel knight, and unstable metal armed man. Writing started as my sober hobby now I’ve been gifted 2% Latina!

ASOIAF/HOTD/GOT (Targaryens n Velaryons🦚, Criston🦚, Robb, Jon, Jaime)

Note: I do NOT write for Daemon or Luke

I write for marvel (Bucky🦚, Zemo, Marc Spector, Matt Murdock, Adam Warlock)

The Last Of Us (Tommy Miller🦚 and Joel Miller)

Seb Stan Characters: (Lee Bodecker🦚, Charles Blackwood, Steve Kemp, Lance Tucker)

Rdr2 (Arthur Morgan & John Marston)

Ask Box‼️: CLOSED (gotta catch up)

Short headcanons

Blurbs

Questions

Shitposting

Silly edits

Fic length one-shots

Taglist❣️: Comment here (no it’s not a threat…unless?)

Into: M/F, M/M, fem dom, pegging, sex in any position, bdsm (light), breeding kink, man tears, angst, drunk sex, switching, actually non-smut things, daddy kink

Nope: F/F (I’m really bad at writing it and cursed to be really into dicks), literally just ask me!! Dead dove and niche kinks aren’t really an issue unless it’s like gory or stanky

Tags:

Smut 🍐 || Angst 🟢|| SFW 💚 || Dead dove🔫|| Fluff🐼

Kink Bingo - Done!

Au Bingo - indefinite hiatus :(

Marvel:

***More of it is on my Ao3 linked in my bio :)

Bucky Barnes

Masterlist ✨

Baron Helmut Zemo

The Call Girl🍐🐼

ASOIAF/HOTD:

Pairings:

No Conviction - Criston Cole x Aegon II🍐🟢🔫

Aegon II Targaryen

Masterlist ✨

Ser Criston Cole

Masterlist✨

Aemond Targaryen

Misunderstandings? 🟢💚

Winner takes all💚🐼

Get a load of this guy! 🟢🍐

Prince in shining silks💚🐼

Sci-fi AU🍐🟢🔫

Pass the Crown🍐

Jacaerys Velaryon

Winner takes all💚🐼

Prince in shining silks💚🐼

Cruel Summer🍐🐼

Summer Camp Au🍐🟢🐼

A little problem, a lot of patience 🍐🐼

The PR Stunt 🍐🐼

Northron Delights 🍐🐼

Viserys III Targaryen

Unwind🍐

Egotistical 🍐

Ancient Rome AU🟢🍐

Jon Snow

The crow who called wildling🍐🐼

Maegor Targaryen

Belly of the Beast🍐🟢🔫

Daeron Targaryen

Brother Fucking Incest Spectacular🍐🟢🔫

Others:

Tommy Miller (TLOU)

Little Slice o’ Heaven🍐🐼

Dirty Talk🍐🐼

Cockwarming🍐🐼

Lee Bodecker (Devil All The Time)

You can be my daddy🍐🐼

Western AU🍐🐼

Lance Tucker (The Bronze)

God of what? 🍐

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months

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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.

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

-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

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cadavercowboy · 2 years

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 / 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛 (𝙼𝙲𝚄)

✦ I Told You To Be Patient* (Reader Insert) — Patience is a virtue and Bucky would love to be the one to bestow it upon you. — One-Shot

✦ I’ll Stop The World And Melt With You (Reader Insert) — Bucky faces his fears so that he can take you on a date. — One-Shot

✦ In Too Deep* (Reader Insert) [Stepfather AU] — Bucky’s marriage is falling apart and he’s desperate for something familiar to cling to. He knows you’re the wrong thing, but you don’t exactly make it easy for him to keep his distance. — Mini-Series

✦ Just Friends* (Reader Insert) — A night of drinking makes Bucky bold and a harmless text makes him bolder. — One-Shot

✦ Once Upon A Good Time* (Reader Insert) — Bucky wants your attention so he’s going to use your biggest weakness to get it. — One-Shot

✦ Resolute (Reader Insert) — Everyone’s got a creepy, skeevy ex that they’d rather not see again. Not everyone has a beefy super-soldier at their disposal to protect them from that. — One-Shot

✦ Take Me Out* (Reader Insert) — You and Bucky are both professionally trained assassins. Both contracted to kill the other. Both completely unaware. — Mini-Series

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 (𝚆𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎)

✦ The Value Of Zero* (Reader Insert) [Stepfather + Vampire AU] — Charles Blackwood is willing to go to great lengths in order to obtain that which he desires most, though the discovery of his darkest secret may just bring ruin to his sinister plans. — Series

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙵𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚛 (𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝟹𝟻𝟻)

✦ Business As Usual* (Reader Insert) [Stepfather AU] — If you go looking for attention, Nick is going to give it to you...but it’ll be on his terms. — One-Shot

✦ Until Next Time* (Reader Insert) — Nothing comes for free in this world and there’s a hefty price to pay for two-timing a two-timer, especially one as vindictive and revenge-oriented as Nick Fowler. — One-Shot

𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 (𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎)

✦ The Devil Comes With A Smile* (Reader Insert) — Cobbler ain’t pie and obsession ain’t love. — Series

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚖𝚙 (𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑)

✦ Dearest* (Reader Insert) — You ghost Steve after a terrible date, but this causes him to become obsessed with you. He’s going to get a second chance whether you want to give it or not. And this time he is not letting you get away from him. — One-Shot

✦ The Hand That Feeds* (Reader Insert) — Steve finds you in a compromising position; it would be cruel of him not to offer his help. — One-Shot

✦ Heat Of The Moment* (Reader Insert) — Cannibalism isn’t the only strange habit Steve indulges in. — One-Shot

✦ Out Of Control* (Reader Insert) — Fighting your own demons is one thing. What happens when someone else’s are the ones dragging you down? — One-Shot

✦ Restless Heart* (Reader Insert) — Part of loving somebody means accepting their flaws. And loving yourself means coming to terms with your own, no matter how fucked up they may be. — One-Shot

✦ Take It Easy* (Reader Insert) — Just how far are you willing to go to convince Steve he can trust you? — One-Shot

✦ You Know I’m No Good* (Reader Insert) — Steve says you’re special because he thinks you’re just as fucked up as him. He’s going to learn you’re actually much worse. — One-Shot

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i-am-true-believer · 9 months

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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 ❤️💛

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Two of a Kind 3

Masterlist

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; manipulation; criminal behaviour; written for smut, just being honest.

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: I was wandering through my Google docs today...

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.

Saturday! It came after a Friday night with sparse sleep. You spend the day trying to focus on your textbooks and wandering around the house, too restless to sit still as each time you do, your phone buzzes. It’s him.

Ransom’s been texting since your first date. He even sent you a good morning picture in just a towel. You hid the screen from your mother before she could see it over your plate of unfinished toast. You keep looking at it and guiltily closing the chat. You’ve never seen anyone built like him outside the movies. You were agog and a whole mess waiting for your second date.

Only a couple hours and you’re anxious as heck, flipping through a closet full of stuffy clothes. You always dress for comfort as you gave up on being noticed long ago. Still, the faded jeans were cute but cozy and the little flowered top looks okay under the thin cardigan.

You kept checking yourself in the mirror. Your hair isn’t half-bad and the mascara and gloss is enough to make you feel more than plain. Your mother is just as excited. Probably more relieved after years of solitary in what should be the best of your youth.

Ransom texts when he’s on his way. You really can’t stay still. You grab your purse and wait by the door. You peek at the picture again. A sudden paralysis overcomes you. What if he wants to see you like that? What if he wants to do more than that? You just had your first kiss days ago, you didn’t know how much further you could go. Or should go.

Like a few nights before, you wait by the door. Your mother is getting ready to go out herself. You hear her gabbing on the phone with Lindsay, her friend since she was your age. That makes you glum to think you didn’t have your own Lindsay, that you might never find a friend like that.

You shrug off the thought and fix your glass as you squint through the textured glass of the front door. Maybe Ransom would still be there in twenty years? It’s a bit much to expect on a second date so you don’t let that hope flicker too high.

The silver car pulls up outside, sending a cloud into the frigid air as it shifts into park sharply. Before you can open the door, your phone vibes, ‘here’. You smile and call back to your mother.

“I’m out, mum,” you grab your purse and shove your phone inside, “see ya later.”

“Be safe. Tell that boy to drive slow,” she appears at the top of the stairs, “it’s icy out there.”

“Okay, mom,” you shake your head.

“You might be home before me,” she says as she comes down the steps, “Lindsay wants to do a pub crawl… sometimes I think she really believes we’re still twenty one.”

“Well, have fun,” you grin, “oh, and be safe.”

“Silly,” she tuts, “go.”

You spin and let yourself out into the blustery cold. You hug your unzipped jacket around you and rush down the walk to the car. You hear the lock click back as you approach and you open it to a cloud of warm air as Ransom turns down the music.

“Brrr,” you fall into the seat and rub your hands together, “hi!”

“Babe,” he winks and reaches across the divide between your seats, latching onto the back of your neck as he pulls you towards him. You gasp as his lips meet yours and he kisses you hungrily. You grasp his arm and squeeze until he finally releases you, “missed you. You miss me?”

“Um, yeah,” you answer breathless, “uh…” you fumble for your seatbelt as your cheeks scald, “I’m excited.”

“Good, baby,” he purrs as he shifts into gear, “I got a special night planned.”

👄

Ransom can’t help but smirk to himself as he steers casually with one hand, his other slithering into the unsuspecting lap of the girl. She squeaks but doesn’t stop him. He likes that about her. She’s too shy to say no. He has to give Charles credit, he has a good eye for the hopeless.

That morning, he sent her a spicy picture, sure to get his best angle but hadn’t had any luck in getting her to return the favour. Well, he’ll have more than enough time that night to get some good pics.

He plays with the seam of her jeans as she squirms. He notices how she squeezes her purse, nervously leaning back in the seat as she stares out through the windshield. She’s frozen, helpless, exactly what they want.

As he pulls up beside the house, he retracts his touch and stops right before the garage. He twists the ignition and slides the keys out as she unclicks her seat belt. She hesitates, waiting until he gets out before she does the same. Oh yes, she is the perfect little follower.

He waits for her on the driver’s side and takes her hand as she nears. Once more, the surprise bats her lashes and she lets him guide her to the side door. He releases her to pull back the screen door and he jingles his keys before he finds the right one. The cold nips through his out of season jacket and he impatiently pushes inside.

She trails him, stopping on the mat as she looks around. He steps out of his wet leather boots and she sheds her own lined rubber ones, almost childish in their ducklike quality. She waits for him to take the next steps. Too easy.

He looks her over as she shyly crosses her arms, “you look so sexy, babe.”

“What? I...?” She rubs the back of her neck, “thanks.”

He grins and taps her nose playfully then leads her through to the living room as he strips off his jacket and turns back to take her own. He hangs them by the front door as a hint of citrus wafts through the air. Charles is there, somewhere, waiting to make his entrance.

“Sit, sit,” he waves to the couch as she hovers nervously at the edge of the rug. Her gaze curiously wanders around the room, the bookcase with its untouched spines and brass ornaments. “I’ll make us some drinks.”

“Oh, uh, okay,” she shuffles over to the couch and lowers herself onto the edge, teetering there as her eyes continue to explore. “Drinks?” She blinks and glances at him briefly before receding into her usual bashful avoidance, “I don’t… do you have cranberry juice?”

He laughs but tries to soften the hint of derision. She’s so fucking dumb. He leans on the doorframe, “I can make you something sweet, babe, don’t worry. Why don’t you look for something to watch?”

“Oh,” she doesn’t argue. He knows she won’t because she hasn’t so far. When he asked her out, when he kissed her, when he was feeling her up in the car… “okay, thanks.”

He leaves as she finds the remote on the low glass table across from the couch. He goes back into the kitchen, taking out the old bottle of vodka from the freezer and the bottle of Coke. Charles really thought ahead when he got the orange soda, the Coke won’t soften the flavour enough, not for her.

He mixes the drinks lazily over ice. Her voice piques from the next room as he drags his feet. She really is pathetic, he finds it hard to be so patient when he could just hold her down and—

Ransom grabs the drinks and enters the living room. The girl has her hands to her cheeks as she nearly hides behind her fingers. Charles casually stands in only a towel, brazenly swaggering across the room.

“Hey, I didn’t think you were still here,” Ransom begins the act.

“Ah, shit, you know Nick, he always has something better going on,” Charles smirks, “I was just getting to know your… date.”

“I…” she drags her hands down and rocks with a nervous smile, “I didn’t know you had a roommate.”

“I didn’t think he’d be here,” Ransom sniffs as he crosses the room and places the glasses on coasters, “sorry.”

“You don’t mind if I crash your movie night,” Charles interjects, “since I got canceled on, isn’t much else to do.”

The girl looks at Ransom expectantly. She wants him to say no, to give some excuse. Charles' hand rests on the knot of his towel, low as it gives a peek of his pelvis. She can’t even look in his direction as she fidgets.

“Sure, I guess,” Ransom shrugs, “you don’t mind, do you, babe?”

Her eyes round and she blanches. She nods and stares at her lap, “no, I don’t mind… it’s your place.”

“Good girl,” Ransom flops onto the couch beside her and slings his arm over her shoulder, “Charlie, go get something on, I don’t need you dangling around here.”

“Hey,” Charles chuckles with a playful look at the girl as she tries not to see him, “right, company.”

He leaves as Ransom feels her trembling, almost vibrating against him. She sits frozen, no doubt mortified by the encounter. He takes the remote from her limp hand and flicks through the menu, “what kinda movies you like, baby?”

#ransom drysdale #charles blackwood #dark ransom drysdale #dark!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #charles blackwood x reader #dark charles blackwood #dark!charles blackwood #we have always lived in the castle #knives out #au #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #two of a kind

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sebastiansluts · 2 years

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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."

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xcaptain-winterx · 2 years

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Masterlist 2 Masterlist ships Kinktober 2023

Time to sin

Playing with the devils

Daddy Sociopath

Ruining the innocent

Little Secret

The Exes

Swipe Right

Chris Evans

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Bill

Curtis Everett

Dennis Baker

Frank Adler

Jake Jensen

Jake Wyler

Johnny Storm

Lloyd Hansen

Ransom Drysdale

Robert Pronge

Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee

Sebastian Stan

Blaine

Bucky Barnes

Carter Baizen

Charles Blackwood

Chase Collins

Chris Beck

Frank

Jack Benjamin

Jefferson Hatter

Justin Capshaw

Lance Tucker

Lee Bodecker

Max Burnett

Mickey Henry

Nick Fowler

Steve Kemp

Terry the Terrific

TJ Hammond

Oscar Isaac

Steven Grant/ Marc Spector/ Jake Lockley

Poe Dameron

Florence Pugh

Dani Ardor

Yelena Belova

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Tom Riddle

Evan Peters

Jimmy Darling

James March

Kai Anderson

Peter Maximoff

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punemy-spotted · 9 months

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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;

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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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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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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A prompt for you if it sparks interest…

One night in a haunted house can bring you wealth behind your means.

But beware of the alleged monster that lurks inside the estate… legend has it if you whisper his name, he may materialize in front of your eyes.

Good luck trying not to say Charles Blackwood. The name seems to roll right off the tongue…

Title: dust to dust

Wordcount: 1,334

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

A/N: 👀 @syntheticavenger came in with the horror prompt, so i had to deliver 😮‍💨 i hope you all enjoy my latest Monkey’s Paw drabble.

“And you’re sure you’re fine there alone? That place gets pretty fucking creepy at night,” Came Amelia’s voice through the phone. You laughed, shaking your head even though she couldn’t see you. “I’m serious! I think it’s totally haunted.”

“You say that about every house we work in. It can’t always be true.” You heard your friend scoff through the receiver. “And I’ll be fine. It’s not my first rodeo.“ It was true—this wouldn’t be the first portrait you’d restored. And even if the Blackwood family manor was as creepy as Amelia said it was, you’d only be there for a few hours, max. “You just focus on your end of the deal, finding someone to fucking buy this thing after I’m done with it.”

She clucked at you through the phone, her irritated huffs the backdrop to the picturesque countryside rolling alongside the car.

“Fine! I’m just saying. It’s creepy.”

“Creepy, yes. Haunted? Hard no,” you laughed. “Besides, the faster we’re finished, the faster we get that sweet, sweet Blackwood cash.”

“Is payday all you ever think about?”

“When it’s enough to skate for an entire year while I figure out my artist’s residency? Christ, yes.”

The construction team was still working on the house’s exterior when you pulled in, despite the light drizzle. One of the guys tipped his yellow hard hat to you as you parked out front, a lit cigarette hanging from between his lips.

“Just you today?” He called as you exited the car, wrapping your scarf tighter around your shoulders. “Where’s the little one?” You bit back a laugh, knowing Amelia would bristle at her unofficial nickname—even if it was accurate.

“Yeah, just me, Martin. Doors unlocked?” You asked, taking the slick steps two at a time as you shouldered your canvas bag of paints and brushes. He nodded, making a noise of assent in the back of his throat before turning back to the scaffolding. The project was taking longer than anticipated, you could tell by the doubled workforce outside. You knew the owner was eager to sell, too—the asking price had dropped two times already.

The inside of the manor was bustling with activity too, and you sidestepped a pair of men carrying a ladder. You ducked quickly into the overlarge drawing room, settling against the closed door with a deep sigh.

Finally. The thought rolled in like low static, barely discernible from the rest of the noise in your head.

So low, you don’t recognize it isn’t yours.

Despite the activity outside, the sitting room was eerily silent, but you liked it that way—no distractions. You undraped the portrait of one of the Blackwoods—long dead now—and his blue eyes stared out gloomily at you from the canvas. You began pulling your supplies from your bag, laying them on the table beside your easel. You’d already done the surface cleaning on the old oil painting days ago, going slowly across each inch of canvas as though you were caressing a lover’s skin.

The oil paint wasn’t damaged from age, though it was old—maybe fifty, sixty years. What had damaged it was smoke—smoke from the fire that had destroyed this place.

How astute. You’re a bright little thing, aren’t you pet?

The portrait wasn’t large, maybe two and a half by three feet at most, but it was valuable, the old Blackwood matriarch had told you, and rather sternly at that. You mixed your colors carefully, testing them before beginning to apply them to the canvas. It was mostly the right side that had been damaged, the paint curling and blackened with soot that no one dared wipe away for fear of doing further harm.

You painted with slow, delicate strokes, uncaring of the hours ticking by as the house quieted around you.

Keep going. You were determined to finish, a fire lit inside of you as you dragged your brush across the canvas. You’re almost there. Almost done. You’d had projects like this before; intense time constraints, picky and demanding clients—but this time was different. Like you’d dug so deep that you’d breached someone else’s drive instead of just your own.

So close, now…

When you stepped away from the easel, hours had passed, and your phone, which had been silenced, blinked angrily at you from the chair by the door. The painting would need a few finishing touches, but for the most part, it was done.

You wiped a hand across your sweaty cheek, noting with a frown that your hand came away streaked with paint. The sun was beginning to set, and as you opened the door to the sitting room, you found the hallway empty. Another glance at your brightly lit phone screen told you it was a bit past seven, and the sky outside the windows was tinged pink with the setting sun.

“Hello?” Your own voice seemed to dissipate in the evening air, not carrying far. “Martin? Ozzie?”

They all left…

It was strange of them to leave and not lock up, to leave the tools unattended and the manor’s thick oak double doors wide open. You padded to the entrance, poking your head outside. Sure enough, the work vans were gone, the plastic sheeting hanging from the scaffolding flapping gently in the breeze.

I should go too.

You returned inside, quickly gathering your paint and brushes. It was summer, but the recent rain had left the air chilly and damp, and you shuddered as you shoved your supplies hurriedly into your bag. You turned to leave, sparing one last glance at the canvas.

Wait, is he…smiling? Your chest tightened as you stared at the easel. Was he… always smiling? The paint shifted on the canvas like a living thing, the colors flowing over one another like water as ever so slowly, the man on the canvas drew his tongue across his lips.

Hello, beautiful.

Something warm and wet dripped down from your left nostril onto your lip, and when you licked at it absently, hot copper bloomed on your tongue. He had been sitting, scowling, but now he stood, staring out at you from the painting like he could really see you.

Say my name, beautiful. Let me out. His voice vibrated painfully in your skull, and you whimpered, clapping your hands uselessly to your ears as though it would shut him out. You made for the door, but the pressure of his words made your eyes roll as you sank to your knees.

“I don’t—I don’t know it,” you babbled, tears leaking from your closed eyes.

Yes you do. You’ve known it this whole time, his voice was like black honey. Say it. His face was pressed up against the canvas like he was looking out a window. You shook your head, and his voice became breaking glass, became mountains crumbling and thunder booming—

SAY IT.

Blood trickled from your nose as you convulsed on the old carpet.

“C-Charles B-B-Bla-ackwood.” You could taste more blood on your tongue as the pressure in your skull receded. You were wrung out and limp, watching helplessly as a skeletal hand extended out of the canvas, curling around the frame as Charles Blackwood pulled himself free. You knew you weren’t meant to see it, the man crawling out of the painting like a corpse from an old grave, the flesh winding back up his bony fingers until they looked pink and new.

Charles straightened his suit jacket as you stared up at him, your eyes red and watery. He squatted down in front of you, clucking as he brushed sweaty hair out of your eyes.

“Don’t fret, beautiful,” he swiped his thumb through the trail of red beneath your nose and popped it into his mouth. “We’ll have you feeling right as rain in no time.” His eyes swept down your trembling form, and the smile that spread across his lips sent ice shooting through your veins.

“I think you’ll like your new home.”

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#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan characters #charles blackwood #charles blackwood x reader #ghost!charles blackwood x reader #ghost!charles blackwood #horror #implied smut #bones drabbles #monkey’s paw challenge

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buckrecs · 1 year

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𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙

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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.

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thezombieprostitute · 8 months

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Tenure

A/N: This is yet another entry for @the-slumberparty‘s Bingo. This time I’m mixing together three squares: Professor AU, Caught Redhanded and Enemies. Reader is female.

Warnings: Sexism, bullying, body shaming, workplace sexism

Being an adjunct professor in any field can be such difficult, but rewarding work. Especially if you’re able to get tenure. Today was definitely on the difficult side, made worse by Professor Charles Blackwood, your current competition for the one tenure position available in the department. Even before this the two of you were always at odds. He was a pretentious shit who insisted that your time would be better spent as a housewife, “if you could find a man to take pity on you.” It got so bad you even stopped bringing in baked goods to share because he’d always use them as evidence for his case. But you couldn’t afford to make waves or fight back. He had a rich family to fall back on, you couldn’t afford a blemish on your record.

Today, he brought his friend from the literature department, Professor Drysdale, to use your shared office. Between the two of them, you heard more comments about your size in one hour than you had in an entire month. You tried to bury yourself in work, getting back with students, TA’s, researchers and co-authors. Headphones didn’t help since the conflicting noises of music and a conversation, while trying to focus on work, aggravated you in ways you couldn’t really describe. By the time they left, your jaw, shoulders and neck were all sore from how tense you’d become. Blackwood must be upping his taunting given that the tenure decision was in less than a week but you’d be damned if you let him break you so he could win.

After double checking some of your latest work, you stood up, stretched and refilled your water. You didn’t need to check the time since Curtis, the custodian for your building, was working and that tells you it’s way late and you should be home. You smile and wave at Curtis and he nods in your direction. You quickly run back to your office and grab a couple of cookies you’d brought in for him. You might not bring in baked goods for the department, but you’ll happily still share with a friend.

Well, maybe “friend” was too strong. You shared some food and smiled at him but all you ever really got was an appreciative grunt and an occasional “thank you” note left on your desk. You figured he just wanted to do his job and go home, something you could definitely respect. It can’t be easy, or enjoyable, cleaning up after college students for a living. Still, you hated hoarding your baked goods and Curtis was safe enough to share with. At the very least, he never told you to give up your work.

“I hope you like them,” you said as you handed him a small bag of cookies. “It’s a new recipe and I’d love to hear if they’re actually good or if it’s just me.” Curtis put the bag in his pack and nodded. Sensing you weren’t going to get anything else from him, you turned and went back to your office.

The day of the decision comes faster than you expected. Blackwood had Drysdale visit him often and the resulting stress was affecting everything in your life. You’d even burned a batch of cookies for the first time in years. You thought you were hiding the stress well, no one seemed to comment, but you did notice Curtis was actually checking in on you. For others it would likely be a small gesture but to you, it was everything you needed to keep going without crying.

You and Blackwood are in your shared office when you both receive your emails. You get two sentences in before you read, “we’ve decided to go with Prof. Blackwood for the position.” You feel so defeated, deflated and defective. You don’t bother looking at Blackwood, knowing he’s wearing his smug smirk and watching for you to start crying.

“I told you,” Blackwood sneered, “you shouldn’t be here. You need to find yourself a blind husband and just focus on your domestic skills.”

“Please, just leave me alone,” you whisper. “You’ve won. You don’t need to bother yourself with me any more.”

“I could always offer you a consolation prize.”

“I want nothing from you other than to leave me alone.”

“But you’re so much fun to poke at! You never strike back and it makes me even more eager to be the one that finally breaks your resolve. The one that gets to finally see your tears, to earn your tears.”

“Charles, I’m too tired to give you what you want. If you aren’t going to leave me alone, I’ll just go ahead and head out for the day.” You start to pack up your work and Blackwood almost looks like he’s going to throw a fit.

“No, you will not!” He stands up, using his height to stare down at you and look more menacing. “This is my victory and I will have my prize! Now cry for me like the good girl you are.”

“Ahem…” you hear a fake cough at the door and turn to see Curtis standing there, with his phone out, very clearly recording the interaction. You turn back to Blackwood and see him go pale before he starts walking towards Curtis.

“You’re going to delete that video,” Blackwood orders. “I’m a tenured professor with connections and I will have your job otherwise!”

Curtis doesn’t move and you see the corners of his mouth turn up into an almost smile. The much larger man doesn’t put away the phone and replies, “I’m the Custodian, I’ve got dirt on everyone. And that includes those connections you used to get that tenure.” Blackwood stops his advance and you see him practically vibrating with rage, or maybe it’s fear. “Now apologize to the lady.”

“That’s not needed,” you interject. “I know it wouldn’t be sincere.”

“Want me to get him to turn down the job? I can do that in a few ways.”

“No, but thank you, very much.” Part of you enjoys talking about Blackwood as if he wasn’t there. “If I were to take the job I’d have to keep watching my back because they’d get rid of me or treat me like shit at every turn.”

Curtis finally puts away his phone, walks past Blackwood and holds out his hand to you. “I’m gonna miss you, but I respect your decision.” You shake his hand and give him a tired smile. “With your permission,” he continues, “I’d like to keep an eye on you until you leave. Make sure this one doesn’t keep bothering you.” He points to Blackwood who still looks to be in a state of shock.

“I’d really appreciate that, Curtis. Thank you.”

It’s been several years since then and you’ve really found your place, professionally and (if things with the cute, muscular IT guy keep going well) personally. You’re hard at work setting up the syllabus for next semester when you get a phone call.

“Hello, this is Y/N Y/L/N. How may I help you?”

“Hello Prof. Y/L/N, this is Dean Vernon at Mathematics And and Research Sciences University. I’m calling about a reference.”

“Oh, okay. Would you please tell me who listed me?” You’re not surprised at the call, several of your former students have put you down as a reference and you’re happy to support them.

“It’s Professor Charles Blackwood,” Dean Vernon responded. “He’s applying for an adjunct professorship with us.”

Your mouth drops and you’re quiet for so long Dean Vernon asks, “are you still there?”

“Yes,” you snap out of your shock, “yes, I’m just surprised is all. Last I saw him, he had just gotten tenure.”

“Well that’s part of why I’m calling,” Vernon continued. “Per his credentials, he really should be in a better position. Can you tell me about your experience working with him?”

You chuckle quietly at the incredible position you find yourself in. You allow yourself to smile wide and tell him, “if you hire Professor Blackwood, you are opening yourself up to a lot of lawsuits. Last I saw him, he was trying to make me cry for the fun of it. I can only think that he listed me as a reference because he thought I’d still act like I was under his thumb. Thankfully, I’m not and can warn you not to hire him. Keep your own employees safe and do. Not. Hire. Him.”

The phone is quiet for a bit before Dean Vernon says, “thank you for the information” and hangs up. The rest of your day is spent with a big smile on your face.

A/N2: please let me know if you found the Futurama reference.

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Two of a Kind 5

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; manipulation; criminal behaviour; written for smut, just being honest.

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

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You lay flat, room spinning as two shadows flicker around you, limned in the hues of the television as it babbles in the background. You drone and close your eyes, trying to steady your bearings, trying to make everything stop. You don’t like this feeling, the uncontrolled tilt that has you nearly paralysed.

A tug on your shirt makes you whimper. You blink as the fabric is drawn up your body, meeting a pair of blue eyes, brilliant and bold. Charles smirks as his hands graze your chest, lingering on the cups of your bra as he raises your shirt higher and higher. You quiver and bring a clumsy hand up as you try to stop him.

“Shh, it’s okay baby, you spilled some on yourself, we’re just getting you sorted,” he coos.

You hiccup as fingers pick at your fly and trail along the waist of your jeans. Knuckles press into you as the hands curl around the denim and yank it down. The urgency jerks your body, throwing you further off-kilter as Charles rolls your shirt over your head.

“Wait…” you murmur, “what are you—”

Charles hushes you again and pulls your arms up as he strips away the shirt completely. You squeak and cross your arms over your chest, trying to hide as your muscles throb heavily. Your head lolls and you lift it blearily to look down at Ransom as he pulls on your jeans, revealing your flowered underwear.

“Ransom… please…”

“Baby, you gotta calm down,” Charles pulls your head back down, cradling it as he looms over you, “we’re not gonna hurt you… much.”

“What–”

“He said shut up,” Ransom snarls as he rips the jeans free of your ankles.

“I…” you breathe as Charles caresses your cheek with his knuckle, his other hand leading the straps of your bra down your arms, “I’m scared–”

“I know, baby,” Charles leans in and presses his lips to your temple, “we don’t gotta be mean. Not if you’re good.”

You close your eyes and your head tips, your strength dwindling as your stomach roils hotly. What did they give you? There must’ve been something in the soda.

“She’s got nice tits,” Charles praises as he sidles down your bra, fondling you above it, “baby, you’re a virgin, aren’t ya?”

You whine and your hand hits the back of the couch. You shake your head. This can’t be happening. You can’t be that stupid. Ransom is a nice guy. So nice to you. Why would he do this?

The elastic of your underwear is drawn down and you cry out. You smack blindly at Ransom as he tugs them lower and you wriggle.

“No, please, Ransom, why are you doing this?”

“Why are you actin’ shy now, sweetie?” He rips down the cotton and you squeeze your legs together, “you were so happy to spend my money, eat the food I paid for–”

“But–”

“Now, don’t be stupid. I bought you dinner, I welcomed you into my home,” he pries your knees apart meanly, “the least you can do is put out.”

Your eyes wet with terror and you gulp. You can’t stop them. Even if you try. You’re too dizzy, too confused, too weak. Charles tweaks your nipple and bends over you, taking the rigid bud between his teeth with a hum. You whimper and slap the couch again.

Ransom’s fingers drag up your thigh, his nails scratching the tender flesh as he meets the crease of your pelvis. He turns his hand and swipes between your folds. You twitch in surprise and let out a pathetic mewl. You close your eyes tight as your head thrums.

Charles spreads his hand over your tit as he nibbles at you, swirling his tongue around as you squirm. He kneads and gropes eagerly, squeezing your tit as he brushes along your chest and closes his lips around your other nipple. You gasp as Ransom wiggles his fingers against your cunt, rubbing you roughly.

“Please–”

Ransom hushes you as he slips off the couch and bends over the cushion. His hot breath fans over you before he bites down on your sensitive thigh. You exclaim and he pinches you with his teeth until you smother yourself, writhing and whining low.

“Fuck,” Charles groans against your skin, “my dick hurts.”

“She’s got a mouth, doesn’t she? Shut her up.”

Charles laughs and pulls away from you. You fold your arms over your chest and shudder. Ransom toys with you, prodding at your bud, flicking it, circling it as your thighs spasm. You sense a shadow over you and the soft rustle of clothing dropping onto the floor.

Your eyes roll open as a weight presses beside you, then another. Charles climbs over you, startling you as he straddles above your head. You yipe at the sight of his thick dick swollen above you, his hand pumping him as he frames your face with his large hand.

“No–”

“Shh, baby, it’s alright, I’ll be gentle,” he purrs, “go on, give it a kiss.”

He angles his tip down to your lips, bending slightly over you. He lifts his hand to the arm rest as he holds himself steady and brushes his tip against your mouth. Your tears leak down the sides of your face as you sniffle. You kiss his head, hoping he’ll be happy with that.

He leans hard against your lips until you’re forced to part them. You gurgle as he shoves inside hastily, sinking until he hits the back of your throat. You arch your back as you try not to retch at the salty flavour and the uncomfortable fullness.

Ransom pushes down along your cunt, up and down, feeling , exploring. He circles your entrance, a slickness spreading along his fingertips. He drags it up to wet your folds and once more plays with your clit, plucking the bundle of nerves until you’re quaking and choking.

Charles pushes down as he urges your head back, dipping further inside as he groans. He rocks slowly, gaining another inch as he works his way in deliberately. Your body contorts and your leg slips off the edge of the couch, splaying wide as you grasp his thick thighs beside your head. You push the arcs of your nails into him and he grunts, jerking down roughly until you can’t breathe.

Ransom covers your clit with his thumb, gliding his fingertips down your cunt and wiggling against your entrance. He pushes with his index and middle finger, stretching you around his thick digits. Charles rears back and you gulp in air through your nose before he descends again.

Deeper and deeper, both of them. Charles fucking you steadily as spit gathers around your mouth, Ransom easing into you torturously as your walls burn around his long fingers. You clench as he reaches his bottom knuckles and jiggles his hand, the pressure in your clit crackling through your pelvis.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good,” Charles pants as he bucks into you, “she tight?”

“She fucking clinging to me,” Ransom nips your thigh again, “I can barely get in her.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

You slap Charles’ thighs and kick your leg helplessly. Charles brings his hand down to your throat and presses his thumb down, dipping in and out. Your hand trails up to his stomach, fingers curling into the hard muscle as you gag around him. Ransom meets his tempo, forcing his fingers deep, ramming his knuckles against you mercilessly.

Your eyes well, soaking your face and seeping into your hair, scalding your scalp with insufferable shame. You let this happen. You walked right into this trap. By thinking, hoping that someone could ever want you. The way these men touch you, use you, you’re nothing more than a toy to them.

This is what they warned you about on campus. This is what you thought would never happen to you.

“You gonna cum on her face?” Ransom intones, “or you gonna make her drink you up?”

“Hmm, I can’t– decide,” Charles grunts, fucking you harder until your sobbing uncontrollably, puffing with each thrust, “I think she’s thirsty for me… though.”

He grasps the armrest with both hand and hammers into your mouth. You bounce beneath him helplessly, saliva pooling up and dripping down your cheeks. Your hands slip down his legs and your arms fall limp. Just let it happen. You can’t fight, it hurts too much.

Charles groans and rolls his hips, thrusting over and over as he drones. He spasms and nearly suffocates you with his frantic fucking. A sudden salty flow feels your throat, choking you, flooding up behind your nose and stinging in your eyes.

“That’s it, baby, come on, swallow for me,” he rubs your throat and you obey, with no other choice as you choke around him.

“Oh, she’s a good girl, isn’t she?” Ransom taunts as he pounds his hands against your pelvis, “yeah, look at her taking my fingers. Fuck, she’s gonna feel so good on my dick.”

Charles slows and slides out of your mouth as you heave. You cough and spit up a mouthful of spit and cum. He stays atop you, grabbing your head between his hands as he holds you down.

“You did good, baby,” he hums, “so good. You’re a natural.”

“Fuck, I gotta get in her,” Ransom jams in as deep as he can and wiggles his fingers, “I waited long enough.”

“Please,” you croak as you clasp onto Charles’ hands, “please, stop.”

“Baby,” he backs up and bends over you, a menacing sneer curling his lip, “you be quiet and behave. You belong to us now. Understand?”

“N-no, I don’t–”

He scoffs and grips your chin tightly, snarling through his teeth, “that was nice and you don’t want me to be mean. Me and Ransom claimed you. You are ours. You aren’t anything but what we want you to be.”

Your lips trembles and you try to nod, “I’m sorry.”

“Good girl,” he winks and pushes off of you, “Ransom, why don’t you break in her pussy?”

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