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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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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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xx-rennyxx · 7 months

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#chris evans fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic readers #fanfic related #lloyd hansen x reader #andy barber x reader #sebastian stan fanfiction #chris evans x reader #charles blackwood x reader #steve rogers fic #steve kemp x reader #steve rogers x reader #max burnett #max burnett x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction

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h0unds-of-h3ll · 2 years

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Sebastian Stan & more,

X reader fics.

Bucky Barnes

Talking to the moon Bucky is alone again, to his advances the phone he doesn’t use has given him an unknown number. 15k. Almost smut.

(S)cream The soldier has finally found something he wants, he’ll be damned if you try to stop him. 8k. Smut.

Dancin’ in the moonlight Every month he sits in the front row, eyes glued to you. He doesn’t stay after the show. Until tonight. 5k. Almost smut.

Mickey Henry

The drug in me is you Mickey’s stressed and needs a relaxer and luckily he knows the exact place to go. You. 4k. Smut.

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pandafishao3 · 1 year

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We have always lived in the castle (but you are not a princess)

Pairing: Andy Barber x Charles Blackwood

Fandoms: Defending Jacob, We have always lived in the castle

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega, Omegaverse, Alpha Andy Barber, Omega Charles Blackwood, Spanking, Punishment, Discipline, Bondage, Orgasm Control, Scent Marking, Piss Marking, Come Marking, Bratting, Public Humiliation, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Belts, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Knotting, Sub Charles Blackwood, Dom Andy Barber, Dom/sub, Restraints, Alternate Universe - 1960's, Watersports

Summary: Ever since Andy brought his new omega back to the Barber mansion, he's realized that Charles is somewhat of a spoiled little brat who rather makes the maids do his chores than learn to do them on his own. One day, the alpha has enough and decides to bring out the heavier breeding bench and place it in the garden to give Charles the spanking of his lifetime. Well, at least it starts as a spanking.

This was another commission for @aureliawolferstein who keeps inspiring me to write very dirty things which we adore. If you want a commission as well, all the info is in my pinned post :) Happy reading!

#commission #fanfiction #fanfic prompt #andy barber #charles blackwood #we have always lived in the castle #defending jacob #alpha/beta/omega au

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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SDAU-My Best Friend's Brother, Chapter 4

Word Count: 712

“Charles, we’re offering you a spot on the premier East Coast team,” the agent smiled, reassuring the younger human that the contract in front of him was very real, “starting salary is 1.2 million. I can get you 2.5 on our team!”

“WH-how?”

“You’re a human, playing for the shifter league. That’s a rarity!” he reminded Charles, “and you’re a pitcher. You’re an amazing player, Blackwood. The whole league knows it. You manage to confuse humans and shifters alike with your style. Do right by yourself and get what you’re owed. Sign with us!”

“I’m still in school!”

“We can work around it,” he assured Charles, “we can do online classes, and tutoring to make up for what you can’t learn from a laptop. We can work everything out for you.”

“But my hus-“

“Your husband to come to all the games, Blackwood. There’s even a special stipend that we set apart for partners of players…in their time of ruts or heats…we want you on our team, Blackwood. Now how do we make that happen?”

“Charles…this is-it’s too much.”

Charles smiled at his partner, watching just how confused Loki was as he looked over both the contract and the pair of brand-new rings sitting beside it. The younger man looked up at him, “how-how is this happening? We-“

“Barely had two nickels to rub together before…I know…I’m signing with the East Coast team…training camp starts after Valentine’s day…which means I have until then to be here…then I’ll finish my junior year online and start senior year online…but I’ll transition back to regular classes in November, in time to graduate at the end of December…I’ll be graduating early and then I’ll stay in the frat house until camp again…”

“Wh-what about us?”

The younger wolf felt the slightest bit of nervousness in the back of his mind, and Charles could feel the anxiety through the bond. He sat down in front of him and took his hands

“Lo…this is for us!” he promised happily. He gestured to the real wedding band he’d bought his husband, “they have stipends for players partners…so if you’re coming up on your rut, they’ll put us in a room and I’ll be benched for the week while I take care of you…and you can come to any games you want…and I’m going to be making 2.4 million just in this year alone…the agent said that I can re-negotiate after graduation…but I’m going to buy us a house of our own after I graduate. Think of it, baby. We’ll have a house of our own. We’ll be able to do all of the things that we talked about…we can do it because of my contract, Lo. We can get a surrogate so that we can become daddies… ”

“Charles…”

“Lo, I don’t think you heard me,” he replied just as quickly, cutting him off once more “I can afford a surrogate for us. We don’t have to just adopt. We can use our own sperm can start a family.”

Loki gasped, his breath catching in his throat, “Wh-what?”

“I mean, I know you said that you wanted to wait until after we graduate…and obviously I won’t do anything until then…but we can afford a surrogate, Loki,” Charles smiled, “we can have our own little family…we can have pups like you wanted. Two little boys and a little girl…just like we talked about. All of our dreams are coming true baby. And it all starts with this…with the contract.”

“Char-“

“I want to take care of you. You’re an amazing alpha, husband, and mate, but this is something that I can do for us to prove that I’m a good mate to you,” Charles said quickly, holding his husband’s hands, “I want to give you everything that you deserve and then some…signing on…I can give you the world, Loki…I can make our dreams come true…don’t you want that?”

“I-I do…”

Charles smiled and pulled his husband back into his arms, “We’re going to have our family, Lo…”

“Going to have our family,” he repeated dreamily, looking at his partner, “you’re going to make an amazing father, Charles…we’re going to have it all…you’re going to have it all.”

“And so are you, Lo…I love you, mate.”

“I love you too, Charles!”

#school days au #school days #college #a/b/o fanfic #a/b/o fic #a/b/o au #a/b/o #my best friends brother #alpha loki laufeyson #alpha loki #marvel #marvel au #loki #loki (marvel)#charles blackwood #we have always lived in the castle

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 years

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The Lamb’s Wolf

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.3k

Summary: Charles comes home from a rough day so you know just want to do to help him.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (f! receiving), dom/sub dynamic, dom!Charles, slightsub!Reader), slight mind manipulation, housewife!Reader, loving!Charles, some fluff

a/n: So I’ve been going through some rough things lately but I finally finished a story. I hope you enjoy! :)

You’ve been living with Charles in his blue blood mansion for about five months, and you honestly love it. He was always so kind to you, making sure you were comfortable, clean, and happy. You fell for him and he fell for you but you knew the man under the kind mask was a wolf ready to kill you. It didn’t bother you though, you knew every movement you made he was entranced, and you did not let that go to waste. Especially when Charles came home from work looking pissed at everything.

So you acted like the good little housewife he wanted. You poured him his drink and sat next to him and listened to him rambling and his anger. You just sat there and nodded and agreed with whatever he said. Once his anger had calmed down you moved to lay on his chest. He sighed happily and nuzzled into your hair. You knew exactly how to work your man so you could get what you wanted.

He pulled back and you looked up at him with your innocent eyes, making him melt. “Shit, babygirl. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” Oh, you knew but where’s the fun in telling him?

“I’m just here for you, daddy.” You said as you rested your hands on his shoulders, and his hands on your hips. “Anything you want.”

He smiled like a wolf, who just caught himself a lamb. “You’re too good to me, little lamb.” He whispered and nuzzled into your hair and inhaled your sweet scent. He pulled back to look down at you, “You’ve been so good. What do you want me to do to you?” He asked and you smiled innocently but with a bit of evil mixed in.

There it was. What you wanted from the beginning. Control. “I don’t know.” You sighed, pretending to think about it before you giggled at the thought in your mind. “Can I ride daddy’s face?” You asked him with a hopeful smile.

He smirked and nodded immediately, “Of course, babygirl. As long as daddy gets your wet cunt after.” He said as more of a statement than a request, you didn’t care it just made you even more turned on.

“Anything you want, daddy.” You smiled and leaned up to kiss his lips passionately. His hands yanked you flush against his chest, and his nimble fingers made quick work of your dress. He tossed it in the room including your bra and finally your panties.

As much as he loved eating you out from under your skirt, you being naked on top of him was his favorite. He laid back on the couch and pulled you up his body, making you squeal at the sudden movement. He smirked as your sopping wet pussy was directly in his face and he admired the view, not touching you which made you whine and try to grind on his mouth.

He slapped your ass cheek making you squeak, “If you’re gonna be needy then daddy won’t touch your cunt, and fuck your throat till you can’t talk.” He growled low against your skin, while his lips traced your inner thighs.

“M’sorry, daddy. I got excited.” You whispered and kept your hips still. You might have some control over him but in the bedroom, he was the boss and he always will be.

Charles leaned up to trace your soft folds with his tongue making you mewl with pleasure. He smirked at your noises before he dove straight into your pussy. You moaned loudly as his tongue came in contact with your clit, and his groans and growls vibrated your pussy making you whine and moan louder. He started eating you out like a starved man, drinking up all the sweet juices you gave to him.

Your mind was racing. All you could feel was his mouth against your pussy. It overwhelmed all your senses making your thighs shake and your jaw drop. Your face was flushed and your hair was already a mess, as you looked down at the man in between your thighs. You felt loved when he took his time with you, teasing you before giving you the best part and no matter what he did you came at least two times every round. This man could read your body like a book, and he knew every way to make you cum.

The coil in your belly tightened as he doubled his efforts on your pussy. “D-daddy? M’gonna cum! Can I c-cum?” You moaned out as you grinded your pussy on his face.

“Cum for me, babygirl. Show who you belong to.” He mumbled against your cunt and that was it. You came hard on his tongue, your thighs shaking violently above him as your pussy throbbed with every extra lick he gave you. He pulled away and pressed a soft kiss to your clit before he sat up. “You did so good, sweets. Such a good girl.”

You smiled at the praises and you laid against his chest and you felt his bulge pressing into your ass. So you leaned back to grind against his hard cock, “Can I help daddy with anything else?”

He smirked and groaned as you grinded your hips on his cock. “Oh, you know what you can help me with.” He growled before he manhandled you onto your hands and knees. He unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the front of his shirt.

Charles gripped your hips and helped spread your legs so he could be right up against you. He stroked himself before lining up to your pussy. He dragged the tip through your cum that was dripping out of your folds. He groaned at the sight before slamming into your pussy, making you fall forward on your arms.

You squealed as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, when he filled you up with one thrust. You gripped the couch as you adjusted to his fat cock, even though this wasn’t the first time you have taken his cock; it felt like the first time, every time. His hands rubbed your hips as groans fell from his lips, as he tried not to cum right there and then. He could just cum from feeling your walls around him, but he wanted to make you cum at least once before he cums in you.

He slowly started thrusting in and out of you, making you keen and your toes curl. He curled over your back and linked his fingers through yours, as his hips slammed into your ass. He moved faster slamming into your sweet spot with every thrust. You cried out and you squeezed his hand as his lips traced your neck. He whispered dirty praises into your ear as he continued to pound into you.

He let out the prettiest little groans and growls, you’ve ever heard. Your pussy got soaking wet as you heard his noises and he kissed your neck. “You’re doing so good. Ngh, fuck, y-you feel so good.” He growled as he tried to compose himself as your walls clenched around him. “Baby, s-shit, I need to cum.” He groaned, as he tried to fight back the urge to cum unless you cum first.

“Daddy, m’so close. Cum with me, daddy. I need your c-cum!” You cried out as you came hard on his cock when he twitched inside of you. Your release triggered his own and he thrusted deep in you and came deep in your pussy, pouring into your womb. Oh, the feeling was heavenly. His cum was so warm and thick. You could just melt.

You slumped against the couch and Charles slumped against you but he rolled you two around so he wasn’t crushing you. You laid your head back against his chest and he grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and covered you two. You sighed happily and cuddled into his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Mm, such a good girl.” Charles whispered before he fell asleep and you smirked softly, knowing that you had control over your wolf.

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#charles blackwood #Charles Blackwood x Female Reader #charles blackwood x you #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood smut #charles blackwood fanfic #fandom #fanfic #fanfiction

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jobean12-blog · 3 years

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Coffee and Cream

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x reader

Word Count: 612

Summary: You’re running late and you know Professor Blackwood won’t approve.

Author’s Note: I saw this beautiful picture by @sebstan.buckybarnes on Instagram and it just inspired this little drabble and worked well with today’s HBC @the-ss-horniest-book-club Back to school week and the ‘Oops I ran into you on campus, literally!’ theme. I missed writing for Charles! Love him. Hope you enjoy and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: flirting and teasing, cursing, implied oral (male rec), smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Edit not mine: This edit is by @sebstan.buckybarnes on Instagram, you can see the post here thanks so much 🥰

“He’s going to be so mad,” you mutter over and over as you rush down the hall toward his office door. “I’m so late. Shit, shit, Sh…”

The next thing you know you hit the wall. Or what you think is the wall. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, it’s Professor Blackwood and you walked right into him in your haste to get to his office.

“Well, now I know where my coffee is,” he declares, simpering when he notices your white shirt is now soaked with coffee and see through.

“SHIT,” you finally get out, slumping your shoulders.

Charles coos lightly and ushers you into his office, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“Oh darling. Just an accident. I hope you didn’t get burned?”

You lift your shirt off your chest. “No, I’m ok. But what about you? You’re covered in coffee too. How are you going to teach class?”

He shuts the blinds on his window and slowly walks over to you, taking the wet tray of empty coffee cups out of your hand and placing it on his desk.

“I have an extra shirt here,” he whispers, reaching up and starting to unbutton your shirt.

“You’re not mad?” you ask.

“Why would I be mad sweetheart? It was just an accident after all.”

His fingers work quickly until he has your shirt completely undone and he brushes it delicately off your shoulders.

“You have class a now Professor,” you state, biting your bottom lip when he starts to gently pat along the swell of your breasts with a napkin.

“I already told the TA I would be late,” he answers, sliding his finger along your shoulder and under the strap of your bra.

“This is soaked too. You can’t wear this,” he says, tugging on the other strap.

You smile but it’s quickly replaced with a gasp when he pulls down the cups of your bra, exposing your breasts to the cool air.

“Let me at least return the favor,” you purr, pushing his tan jacket from his shoulders before you start to work your fingers down the buttons of his shirt. The yellow fabric is stained with coffee and you frown.

“What’s that face for kitten?” he asks, lifting your chin with his fingers.

“I ruined your shirt,” you pout as you pull it free of his pants.

“It’s nothing,” he assures you, sliding it off his shoulders and dropping it to the floor. “And I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me.”

You start to dab his skin with another napkin, working your way down his stomach.

“Your pants are wet too,” you murmur. “What do we do about that?”

“I think you know exactly what to do about that,” he croons.

You bat your eyelashes and smile sweetly.

“I’m sure if we take them off and hang them on the chair they’ll dry pretty quickly,” you say as you unbuckle his belt.

With a sharp tug you pull if free and throw it on the desk. You make quick work of his pants and let them fall at his ankles, not bothering to take them all the way off to dry them. Sinking to your knees you palm him through his boxers, digging your nails into his thigh when you feel how hard he is.

You slowly peel down his boxers, licking your lips at the sight of him. He widens his stance and cradles the back of your head, pulling you closer until your tongue touches his silky skin.

“This is a much better way for me to get my day started,” he whispers just before you take him into your mouth.

#charles blackwood #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x you #charles blackwood drabble #charles blackwood smut #charles blackwood imagine #whalitc imagine #sebastian stan x reader #charles blackwood x female reader #we have always lived in the castle #charles blackwood x reader smut #charles blackwood fanfic

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nano--raptor · 2 years

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What He Likes

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Reader

Words: 552

Warnings: Sex, smut, dirty talk, cursing, hair pulling, mirror sex,

A/N: A late drabble for Kinktober, Day 9, using the prompts Hair Pulling and Mirror Sex from both @the-ss-horniest-book-club and @buckyownsmylife. There are still a few more kinktober prompts that I want to write, because they’re all so good. Thank you for reading and thirsting with me!🥰

HBC Kinky Halloween Starter Kinktober List

Divider by @firefly-graphics

My work is not to be copied, translated or reposed anywhere without my permission!

18+ ONLY. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you confirm that you are above the age of 18.

Charles had you right where he wanted you. On his lap, spread open, whimpering and squirming as he gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his stormy eyes in the mirror in front of you. Your dressing table, laid with delicate items; your hairbrush, a necklace, perfume. A vase with a few wildflowers. All contrasting with the gentle violence with which Charles fucked you right now.

“Look at you,” he growled in your ear, his eyes dark as they skimmed over the reflection of your naked body. His legs were spread, causing yours to spread wider, his thick cock impaling you, slowly thrusting into you at an angle that made your toes curl. When your gaze dropped to watch him sliding in and out of you, you whined again, he felt so good. This man was sinful. Self-assured, charismatic, charming, even. He could make anyone weak in the knees, yet you were the one he came home to, the one he liked to have in his bed, the sitting room, the kitchen, the bath. He dominated you, slowly coaxing pleasure from your body, so gently and easily that you were always a mess before you even realized it.

You cried out as he hit your spot, his hands holding you tightly, one arm around your waist while his other other hand smoothed up your body to grab a handful of your hair. He pulled on it, roughly jerking your head back and making tears prickle in your eyes. Then he dragged his nose along your neck, mouthing kisses over your skin, and your eyes dropped to meet his again.

“So fucking gorgeous. So perfect, darling. You take my cock like you were made for me.” He thrusted again, seemingly deeper, tugging your hair harder, and you cried out again, making a smirk spread across his face. “Just like that, baby. You feel amazing, fuck.” Again and again, his breathing getting heavier in your ear, until you knew he was close, and you were teetering right on the edge.

“Charles…” His name squeaked past your lips in a desperate plea, and a moment later you were coming, his hand fisted tightly in your hair, his eyes never leaving your face as he watched you fall apart in the mirror. A groan pulled from the back of his throat and his fingers dug into your skin as he came too, his warm release filling you, and you trembled from the feel of it. The way he claimed you, made your body sing, pressed kisses to your skin as you both came down, sweaty and panting. He released his grip on your hair and smoothed his hands back down your body, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tight against his chest.

Charles kissed your cheek and you turned your head to meet his lips in a messy, exhausted kiss. You looked into his eyes, a satisfied grin on your face, and they crinkled in the corners as he smiled back. Another shiver rolled through your body and you moaned softly. He kissed your head and caught your eye in the mirror again, and as you looked back, you could see another flash in his eyes, a smirk growing on his face, and you bit your bottom lip. He wasn’t done with you yet.

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starryevermore · 3 years

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no more (2) ✧ charles blackwood

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pairing: charles blackwood x fem!reader

summary: charles knows something is wrong, but is he ready to be confronted with what he did?

word count: 971

warnings?: soulmate au, angst with an...ambiguous ending?, not proofread

BABY DON’T HURT ME (PART 1)

Charles knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what. Something had definitely changed, though. You used to chat his ear off during breakfast, asked him to stay in the kitchen while you cooked just so you could talk to him. But now, whenever he joined you in the kitchen, you wouldn’t even look his way, your focus entirely on the bacon in the skillet and the biscuits in the oven. You used to love kissing and cuddling him, often finding your way into his lap if you had time between chores, pressing soft kisses along his jaw as he read. Now, you never initiated any of the affection. And when he tried, you’d always turn your head away, pull out of his arms, act like you had something else to do. Yeah, something was wrong. But he didn’t have the first clue what it was.

If he wracked his brain hard enough, he’d know that something had changed the night of the fight. Perhaps you were upset that he didn’t want kids? Yeah, yeah, that must be it. You must’ve felt hurt, maybe you thought that that meant he never wanted kids. That wasn’t what he meant at all. He wanted kids, he wanted a full house of little versions of the two of you. Maybe that was the way to make things right?

So, that night at dinner, as you began to clear the dishes, he grabbed your wrist when you reached for his plate. You paused, looking over at him, no emotion, no love, behind your eyes. “I’m ready.”

“For what?”

God, it made his heart hurt to hear you be so monotone. Had he really hurt you that badly?

“To have kids, pumpkin,” he said, pulling your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Okay.”

You pulled your hand away, grabbing the plate, and disappearing into the kitchen. That...wasn’t what he was expecting. Why weren’t you happy? He couldn’t even begin to understand what was wrong.

He followed you into the kitchen, staring at your back as you washed the dishes, trying to figure out what he should say. Your relationship had never been this hard. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. In the past, when you were mad at him, you would give him a piece of your mind. But for you to be so quiet now? It made him wonder if there was something more to this situation.

“Oh. Did you want to start now?” you asked, trying your hands off with the hand towel.

“No. I mean, yes. I-I want to know what’s going on.”

You furrowed your brows together. “Nothing’s going on. I can meet you in the bedroom if—”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N!” he said, smacking his hand against the counter. “I’m not a fucking fool. You ain’t telling me something, and I won’t stand for it.”

“I’m just being the good, submissive wife you always wanted me to be,” you said.

“What?”

“You said you didn’t like my nagging, so I stopped. And that I just kept asking for more, so I stopped,” you said, your shoulders sagging. “And I thought, well, if he’s going to seek out the comfort of another woman, then clearly he doesn’t need me to—”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

You stared at him, almost as if you were debating on saying the truth. Then, finally you said, “That night, you went to the bar and got drunk off your ass, and came back here, shouting about how I just nag all the time and won’t get off your back and that’s why you slept with someone else. Then you started calling me a big, dumb baby ‘cause I started crying. So I figured that I would just stop.”

The memory came back to him in waves, how he was knocking back whiskey for hours, until a woman with long legs and a plump ass walked his way, purring about how she could show him a good time. How she took him back to her place and how he—fuck. He really fucked this up.

“Y/N—”

“Please, don’t.” You took a step away from his as he reached out for you. “It...What’s done is done. I know my place now. I-I won’t ask for more than you give me.”

“But that’s not what I want.”

“But it’s what I want.” Tears began to roll down your cheeks, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss them away. “You...you broke my heart, Charles. I can’t trust you with the broken pieces anymore. And I shouldn’t have trusted you with my heart in the first place.”

God, it felt like someone had ripped his own heart out and stomped on it, grinding it into the floor for good measure.

“I’ll make this better, baby, I promise,” he said, moving toward you so fast you couldn’t move away. One of his hands rested on your hip, right where your soulmate mark was. It was warm, radiating heat through your dress. He grabbed one of your hands, placing it over his heart, where his mark was. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

“But what if you already have?”

“Then I’ll win you back.”

“And if there’s nothing to win back?”

“Then I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you just how sorry I am.” He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I’ll do anything to make you happy. I’m gonna make this right. I promise.”

And, so tired from having to put up a front for so long, you wound your arms around his neck, holding him close, wondering if it would be easier to just forgive him and learn to love him again than to be play the part of a scorned woman.

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Where Do You Want Her Now?

Pairings | dark!Charles Blackwood x f!reader, dark!Ransom Drysdale x f!reader

Warnings | NON CON, oral (m-receiving), nipple play (kinda?), just straight up messy, deep throating, dirty talk, degradation, spitting, unprotected sex

Word count | 1983

Summary | Charles and Ransom, family friends, find a new play thing at a party.

A/n | this fic contains Non-consensual sex. If this makes you uncomfortable, please DO NOT READ.

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The second his eyes met yours from across the room you knew something was up. The deep blue stare was hungry, dark, looming from over the lip of his half-filled champagne flute as he idly chatted with the dark-haired man beside him.

The really unsettling part; the thing that let you know that something was wrong, was that the man beside him also seemed to have a gaze locked on you. The thought that they could be talking about you whilst looking at you like that made you incredibly nervous, a shudder rattling down your spine as you forced yourself to look away.

You were out of place anyway, not used to these fancy and frilly parties. But your friend had invited you, saying that she just couldn't show up to a Blackwood party without a plus one, even if you weren't a date, per say.

So with an over exaggerated sigh and a roll of your eyes, you'd agreed. You had even let her lend you a dress and do your hair and make up, thinking at the time that no one would notice you anyway and that it wouldn't hurt to indulge her just this once.

Now you knew you were very wrong.

That's how you found yourself here, hands bound behind your back and cornered into a wall in a spare room by non other than Ransom Drysdale.

He had his large cock down your throat, belt buckle cool against your flushed cheeks as you attempt to flinch away from the other set of wandering hands finding their way over your chest.

Without warning your dress was ripped open, the fabric falling down to your waist and leaving you cold, shivering, with only a small bra to cover your modesty.

"Mmm, looks like we have a messy one here, Ran." Charles Blackwood smirked from where he was crouched beside you, the host's eyes ogling at the shine of spit as it leaked from your mouth along with Ransom's precum.

"Such a perfect little whore for us, huh?" Ransom chided with a deep, rumbling and dark chuckled from above you, his hand braced on the wall behind you as he pistons his hips forwards. His other hand was fisted in the hair at the base of your skull, pinky ring digging into your scalp as he ruthlessly fucked into your throat.

"Not quite." Charles snarled, and before you could think to question what he was talking about, a stinging sensation burnt across your cheek. "Open your fucking eyes when we talk to you, it's polite." Charles sneered, your cheek throbbing from the pain of his slap that would've sent your head snapping to the side were it not for Ransom's fingers tightly wrapped in your hair.

You managed to peel your eyes open, looking sideways at Charles who was now also adorning a smirk, hand palming it your breasts through your bra. He pulled the cup closest to him down, freeing your boob and smiling sadistically as he trailed two fingers up your chin.

"That's better. Gettin' real sloppy now, though, darlin'." Charles commented, swiping his fingers across your chin and collecting a swab of spittle before pressing it against your hardened bud.

He circled your nipple with his fingers, rolling the nub between them before pinching it harshly and pulling a whimper from you.

"Fuck, that's it baby, just like that." Ransom groaned, hips stuttering as he held himself down your throat. You spluttered around him, face going red as you wrestled to get your arms free of the expensive scarf Ransom had tied them up with. The wool burnt against our wrists, only tightening as you felt yourself get dizzy.

"Can you see those little black spots yet, darlin'? That's when the real fun begins." Charles grinning darkly and you panicked. "C'mon, make him cum. I want you to make him cum down your fuckin' throat and swallow every drop."

Ransom let out a deep sound from above you, something of a low groan infused with a possessive growl. He seemed to pull back slightly as those little spots Charles mentioned appeared, the thick ropes sticking to your throat making you retch. It was all you could do to now vomit.

As Ransom began to pull his softening cock from your mouth, Charles stopped him with a hand on the blue-eyed man's thigh.

"Looks like we have a stubborn little slut who's refusing to swallow." Charles degraded, fingers tickling across your throat before the tips were digging into the sides. "Swallow. It. All." He gritted, face red.

When you still refused, Charles huffed before letting out a sickeningly amused chuckle.

"Don't pull out until she swallows." Charles directed at Ransom and he groaned. Charles' fingers slipped from your throat, pinching your nose shut. Your eyes instantly widened, bugging out of your skull as you struggled for breath.

"He's not gonna let go until you swallow, sweetheart." Ransom sang, voice chipper as he tugged harder at you hair. Relenting, you swallowed, trying your hardest not to gag it all back up as Ransom's spend climbs down your throat.

Ransom pulled out, but didn't seem to be moving any time soon as you fell forward, coughing. Charles' hand rubbed circles over your back, the gesture much too gentle for what had just happened.

"Shhh, shhh. I know darlin', I know. Take the rest, you'll need it in a moment." Charles cooed, hand cupping your jaw as you sat upright.

"What, no 'thank you'?" Ransom chimed from above you, and Charles smirked.

"Use your manners, doll. Say thank you to Ran over there." The dark haired man's smile was cruel, taunting as he spoke. The nickname he had for Ransom made you cringe, and it most likely did Ransom too.

"Fuck you." You spat, chest heaving as you struggled to kneel upright. You'd mustered all your courage to say the words, and it didn't even matter. Both men chuckled; they had sadistic, haunting laughs. Charles tightened his grip on your jaw for a moment before harshly pushing you to face Ransom again.

"Awh, don't be like that sweetheart." Ransom pouted, running his tip over your lips before tapping it on your cheek, swearing your skin with his cum. "Now be a good girl and clean me up."

You kept your lips pressed together, determined not to make it easy for them. Charles scoffed, his hand coming down hard on your breast and making you cry out.

"Don't make me ask twice, honey." Ransom's sugary sweet voice remarked from shiver before Charles was gripping your jaw again, fingers digging into you so hard that your mouth popped open with a scarily loud crack.

Both men chuckled again, Ransom's dick surging forwards as he plunged back into your now waiting mouth.

"C'mon, use your tongue, doll. Get him nice and clean, you were the one that made the mess, after all." Charles sniggered from beside you, still crouched down as an amused glint twinkled across his eyes.

"He said your your fucking tongue, not your teeth." Ransom grunted gruffly from above you the second he felt the light scraping of your teeth against him. It wasn't intentional, but your jaw aches so much that it couldn't help from relaxing slightly.

A long whine bled from your lips as Ransom yanked at your hair, pulling you off him and spitting down at you. You cringed as it hit your face; right in between your eyes. The glob slid over your skin, trailing wryly down your face as another slap was landed over your cheek.

"Fuckin' whore." Ransom spat again, a gasp tearing from your throat as he wrenched you to your feet. His hands left you momentarily, before he was pawing at the targeted remains of your dress and attempting to yank the garment down the whole way.

You squirmed, attempting to twist away from him in order to save some of your modesty. All that you were met with was a dry laugh, Ransom's voice like velvet in your ear. Charles' hands were grabbing at you next, pulling you into him so your chest pressed to his.

His grip was firm, too firm for you to escape from as he wrapped one arm around your shoulders and the other around your waist, keeping you pinning to his body with no room to move.

A sharp gasp ripped through the room as Ransom's hand hooked into the mess of fabric bunched at your waist, giving a firm tug and pulling the material down your legs until it polled at you feet. He untangled it from your feet, tossing it to the side before standing straight again.

"Hold her for me." Charles demanded gruffly, shoving you back into Ransom before reaching down to fiddle with his belt. Ransom grinned cruelly, lifting you up into his hold with scarily little effort.

He held you against his firm chest, a hand under each of your knees to hold you wide open whilst your bond hands dug into his stomach. Charles smoothed his tongue over his lip, sauntering the few steps forward before his hot breath was fanning over your face.

You cringed, attempting to pull back. Charles only chuckled, voice rich and thick like honey as he ran his swollen and leaking tip through your, ashamedly wet, folds.

"The little whore is wet." Ransom smirked as he looked down at your glistening cunt, his voice at your ear as his grip on you grew tighter.

"Fuck." Charles growled as he plunged into your heat, his head thrown back as he bottomed out. He didn't give you anytime to adjust, just began thrusting at a punishing pace.

You couldn't hold back the moans. You wanted to, but you couldn't. Your voice was hoarse and broken from Ransom's previous ministrations. You cried out a whimper when you felt Charle's hand come down hard against your breast, the sting a lingering thing that only reminded you of your situation.

"What have I told you about looking at me when I fuck you, huh?" Charle spat in a snarl, his pace somehow increasing as his hips slammed into yours. You could only whine in response, head falling back onto Ransom's shoulder as he coped mockingly at you.

"Is it too much, baby? Is Charles' to big for you?" His voice was taunting, mean as his breath hit your skin. Your hips attempted to jerk when you felt Charles spit down on your clit, the throbbing nub preening at the attention that you didn't want. "Is he stretching you good? Is he hitting that spot yet?"

A strangled moan wrenched from you at Charles' tip kissed your cervix, the pace painful now as he slammed into you.

"Cum for us. Cum on his cock like a little slut, baby." Ransom purred against your ear, Charles' fingers snaking down to rub your clit in fast circles.

"Fuck!" You screamed. It hit you like a truck, the release sudden and snapping like a cord within you as your walls fluttered.

"Good girl." Charles grunted as his hips faltered, coming to a stop as he groaned your name as he came. You could feel it as his seed filled you, both men's pants heavy in the air.

"Where's do you want her now?" Charles asked as he pulled out, eyes trained on your core as a mix of his his sticky spend and your cum dripped from your gaping hole.

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please-buckme · 3 years

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Just something I thought we could all have a bit of fun with 😋

I’ll start: Lance: Friend, Charles: kill, Bucky: marry, Lee: Fuck 💖

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modern-vellichor · 3 years

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Just Like Her Mother

Chapter One

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

Warnings: smoking, cigarettes, explicit language

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah, go on"

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

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

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

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

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

"That Dempsey boy"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine," you huff.

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

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

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

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

You widened your eyes and gestured at Charles frantically.

"Blackwood," he whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"hurry up, they're at the door"

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

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

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

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

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

"Cigarette?" You asked, raising your brow.

Charles shrugged and muttered a yes.

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

"How was Andrew?" He asked smugly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What about Charles?"

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

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

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

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

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