#charles blackwood fic

[nickfowlerrr]

darling, it's cold outside.

pairing: charles blackwood x curvy!reader

words: 2.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Charles," he corrects.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Try.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod meekly, "Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod helplessly, "Feels so good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[georgiapeach30513]

Misguided Ghosts, Part 2

Summary:  Jake comes to help out in your new house

Pairings:  Jake Jensen X Reader

Rating:  explicit

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

Word Count:  2K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

“Shh, not so loud, Jakey.”

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

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

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

“Yes, cutie! Now, let’s go.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, well, the bimbo…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, that chair stays empty.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What were you doing?”

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

How many are there?

“How many steps then?”

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

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

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

I’m the handsome one.

“It’s looking at your bed.”

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

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

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

“Why are you asking?”

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

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

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

Don’t you dare! That is mine!

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

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

“I don’t want to talk about him.”

What?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He needs to go!

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

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

Me!

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

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

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

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

Quit touching her! This is my princess!

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

I did this! Get out!

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

Exactly! Leave her alone! What?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My house! My babies!

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[onceuponastory]

charles blackwood: the devil in disguise He turns the money in his hands, running his fingers along the edge of the dollar. Charles can’t help the grin spreading across his face. “All that money...just ripe for the taking.” He whispers to himself.

He could finally be more, be the millionaire he always deserved to be.

No...he’d be a God.

In the past few years, young women have been losing their fortunes, jewels and thousands of dollars disappearing practically overnight. And soon, they’d disappear too. Aside from themselves and their fortunes vanishing, they have one more thing in common: their sudden relationship with the bachelor Charles Blackwood...who just so happens to always flee the scene and move elsewhere before the crime is detected.

My piece for @the-slumberparty’s Genres Old and New Warm Up Challenge. I got crime as the genre, and decided to use Charles, since I haven’t made/written something for him in a while.

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[bittwitchy]

A very important gifset of Sebastian Stan.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕰𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝕲𝖔 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖉

𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍

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

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

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

Relationship: Charles Blackwood x female!reader

Words: ~1.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[vellicore]

The following content is intended for an adult audience only. 18+ only. Minor DNI. Please pay attention to all warnings. Dark elements ahead. You do not have permission to steal or copy my work.

Bucky Barnes

Carter Baizen

Charles Blackwood

God the Bounty Hunter

Lance Tucker

Lee Bodecker

Max Burnett

Mickey Henry

Nick Fowler

Steve Kemp

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

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?”

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Things that go bump in the night

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

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

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

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @mickeyhenrys

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

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

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

Word Count: 2.4k

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

Your blind-date with Jeff, no Jefferson.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you going to be okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ain’t that a wonderful sight.”  

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re…you’re letting me go?”

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

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

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

There was no escape.

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[nickfowlerrr]

here is the masterlist for the seven writing event.

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last updated: november 17, 2023

Fics

Envy

If I Can’t Have Everything, Then Let Me Just Have You - (andy barber x reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Don’t Blame Me - (bucky barnes x reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Greed

for the hope of it all - (lee bodecker x curvy!reader) - @nickfowlerrr

a bird in a cage - (dark!august walker x reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Kindness

Weight of My Love - (wanda maximoff x reader) - @moonfaeriebunny

Lust

everything I want… - (bucky barnes x plus size!reader) - @thornsnvultures

All Good Girls Go To Heaven - (mafia!bucky barnes x OC) - @sebstan2020

idle hands are the devil’s playthings - (demon!steve kemp x reader) - @filthycagedsoul

Patience

Please Say, Please - (bucky barnes x reader) - @angelltheninth

Pride

Let All Light Go - (dark!alpha steve rogers x omega!reader and alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader) - @buckets-and-trees

pride - (lee bodecker x wife!reader) - @thornsnvultures

Pride Goeth Before The Fall - (royal!au nick fowler x reader) - @tumblin-theworldaway

Wrath

Starring Role - (dark!natasha romanoff x reader) - @moonfaeriebunny

Welcome Home, Daddy - (winter soldier/bucky x pregnant!reader) - @winterarmyy

When You Fall on Me Like Night - (alpha!bucky x omega!reader and dark alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Moodboards

Envy

bucky barnes moodboard - @nickfowlerrr

Greed

lee bodecker and max burnett - /nickfowlerrr

Pride

lloyd hansen moodboard - /nickfowlerrr

Wrath

andy barber and nick fowler - /nickfowlerrr

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[georgiapeach30513]

Misguided Ghosts, Part 1

Summary:  Charles likes watching you

Pairings:  Ghost!Charles Blackwood X Reader

Rating:  Explicit

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

Word Count:  860

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why didn’t you say so?”

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

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

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

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

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

“And I’ll make sure you do.”

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

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

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

“Yes, Charles just fuck me.”

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

“Please, Charles, I need you.”

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

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

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

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[chasingmidnights]

You'll Always Be Mine

"I don't deserve this! I don't deserve this! I don't deserve to be treated like this!"

(Recently watched We Have Always Lived in the Castle and now I'm obsessed with Charles Blackwood.)

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[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU, The Professors, Chapter 10

Word Count:  6.1k

Warnings:  a/b/o dynamics, mentions of feral! Dark Ransom, violence, broken nose, angst, oral (m receiving), implied smut, insecurities, jealousy

“Are you sure that you’re going to be fine?” Emily asked her mate as he looked at her nervously, “I-I can feel how skittish you are across the bond, Tom.  It’s fine if you-“

“I-I’ll be fine…go have fun with your friend,” he reassured her.  And while he meant to sound like he was completely fine, Emily felt how he gripped her hip just a little bit tighter.  She gave him a sad smile and a soft, but firm kiss, “alright, fine, but only because it’ll force you to stop procrastinating, Professor Hiddleston.”

“Go ahead, call me by my title all you want,” he chuckled, brushing what was supposed to be a playful jest off, “just remember that this professor scored with his extremely attractive, amazing, and intelligent student, and that he also marked her…and she’s stuck with him forever…one day she’ll be Mrs. Professor Hiddleston.”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works…you know you’re definitely missing a few steps…like you proposing, and all later down the road,” she giggled softly, playing with his lapels.  He smirked, and she straightened them out before turning back towards the coffee shop, “but you be a good boy and I’ll bring you home a scone.”

“Oh, you truly do know the way to my heart, little mate,” he smiled, pressing another kiss to her lips.  She gave him a final squeeze, as she waved him off, “I love you, Emily.”

“I love you, Tom.”

She smiled as she went into the café, almost immediately spotting her friend, Lily.  She was waiting for her in a corner booth, but she didn’t look like the sweet, bubbly girl that she’d met in the library before the school year started. 

“Lil?”

She jumped hearing her friend’s voice.  She’d been far too invested in something on her phone.  Looking up, she offered her a nervous smile, “hey…you showed up.”

“Yeah?” she asked as though it were a silly thought, “why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “I guess I’m just a little bit paranoid about things now a days.  R-Ransom makes sure that I don’t have much free time…and what little time I do have, I-I don’t get to see very many people outside of the sorority.”

She furrowed her brow as she sat down, and the two girls ordered from a barista that had stopped by the table.  After she left to go fix their drinks she sighed. 

“What’s going on, Lily?  Are you okay?”

“No,” she admitted with a shake of her head, “I thought being part of a sorority would be great…but it feels like I’m trapped and there’s no way out…I just…I feel like I’m being controlled by him…”

“Being controlled by who, Lil?” she asked softly, “you’re not making any sense!”

“I-the guy I slept with.  Ransom.”

She frowned, “you mean the Rho?”

Lily nodded, “y-yeah.  Ransom.  Ever since then he’s been making me miserable.  He keeps telling me that he’s not going to leave me alone…and that I just need to get over it and submit to him or-”

“Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?”

“Yeah…he’s been with her since their freshman year…and she’s an alpha fox…her friends have started harassing me about Ransom…and h-he said he’ll protect me from her if I come back…”

“You need to report him.  And her.  They both sound like lunatics.”

“Em…he’s my mate,” she frowned, tears pricking at her eyes.  The barista returned with their drinks and pastries, and she looked away.  The conversation halted once more until she left, “I-I felt it when we slept together…and I know that’s the reason why he’s going through all this…I-I bit him…”

Emily’s eyes went wide, “You marked him?”

“I think he has mate sickness,” she admitted with a nod, “after I found out that he lied to me and he really had a girlfriend, I wouldn’t let him mark me…and I’d been blowing him off…I-I know I shouldn’t have just abandoned him…he’s, my alpha.”

“Lily, mate sickness is a real thing,” she admitted with a frown, “Tom and I had a mild case of it when we marked each other because he continued going to teach his classes while I was in my heat…I-I can’t even imagine what he’s feeling considering only you marked him, and then you walked away.  That’s why there are special marking leaves built in, in case this kind of thing happens...”

And just in that moment, the door’s bell rang loudly, and heavy footsteps rushed back to the booth.  Lily nearly jumped out of her skin as she saw Ransom there, “mega…please…just talk to me.  I-I’ve been looking everywhere for you.  Come back to the hou-”

“R-Ransom, I can’t…not here.”

“Baby, please…she means nothing,” he promised, kneeling outside of the booth so that he was on his knees, leaning over until his hands reached her and he kissed her knuckles, “mega…I need you…I need you to come back.  I’m not going to alpha command you, but I need you so bad.  Need you in my bed.  C-come back to my room and make a nest for us.  We can make a kit if you want.  I-is that what you want?  Kits?  I-I can do that.  I just need a shot.  I scrubbed her scent out of my room, I promise.  I-I even went out and got all kinds of fabrics, and pillows, and stuff that an omega would need to have in her nest.  And you can use all of my stuff if you want.  It’ll be perfect.  And then I can make love to you again, and-“

“Ransom, stop.”

The alpha seemed to freeze mid-sentence, waiting for his omega to tell him what she wanted.  Emily frowned, feeling bad for the alpha.  She could smell the anxiety in his scent.  She noticed the slightly bitter tinge as the crispness seemed to taste almost too strong on her tongue.

“J-just tell me what you need, mega.  I’ll get it.  Whatever it is that you need, I’ll do,” he offered softly, “all I need is you to tell me-“

“I need you to stop, Ransom,” she whimpered, pushing herself away from him and deeper into the booth, “I need you to go away.  G-Go back to your girlfriend.  Leave me alone…forget I exist.”

Ransom’s frown turned into an angry look.  He glared at his mate and his jaw clenched, “you’re my omega…my mate.  Y-you marked me!  I’m not just going to forget that you exist, Lily.”

“Rans-“

“Stop,” he commanded.  Lily instantly froze, a pained expression crossing her face as he alpha commanded her, “I tried to be nice to you.  Tried to give you the choice.  Tried to shower you with all the affection that you would want…because I’m trying to be a good alpha to you.  But you don’t want any of it.  Y-you claimed me, and now you’re rejecting me!”

Emily frowned, seeing the gold that had lined his eyes, making the green flecks within his cool blue eyes more vibrant.  It looked like a blue, green, and gold confetti popper in his eyes, and while it was scary to see an alpha look this unhinged, neither woman could deny how beautiful his eyes looked in that moment.  But both women could sense that he was about to alpha command Lily into doing something that she didn’t want to do. 

Which is why Emily did the only thing she could think of.  She wound up and punched Ransom.  A sickening crack resounded through the café as Emily grabbed her best friend’s hand and they both ran away from the alpha with the now broken nose. 

“Well, it sounds like you and your friend had almost as much of an interesting day as I did when I tried to reconnect with Loki and Charles,” Tom frowned as he helped set the table, “granted, Loki wasn’t there, and Charles had to run, but it wasn’t fun.”

“Well, it was fun enough that you had to invite them to our place so that you could have a mate’s dinner,” she teased lightly from the kitchen.  When Tom gave her a sullen look she frowned and walked over to him.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he put his around her waist, “you know I’m just teasing you.  There’s no shame in needing someone in your corner, Tom.  I don’t fault you for it.  Plus, it will be nice for me to be able to meet your brother and his mate.”

“They got married…who does that?” Tom growled, suddenly feeling angry over the fact that Charles had kept that a secret, not only from him, but from all of their brothers.

“Well, you said that they wanted to wait until they were both through college before they marked one another…they just wanted to feel connected to their mates.  You can’t fault them for that, Tom.”

“I mean I could,” he admitted softly.  Emily rolled her eyes and pressed a kiss to his throat, right over his mating gland, “I think that it’s cute.  Loki is being respectful of your friend, even if you don’t see it that way.  You said Charles is a human, right?”

“Yeah,” Tom sighed, hearing the doorbell, “but that’s not Loki.  He-he has to be tricking Charles…Loki’s always been a mischievous prick.”

“Maybe you need to look at it through Charles eyes,” she reminded him, “you said that they’d been together for years…right?”

“Well yeah…”

“Do you think your brother would keep up the charade that long?”

Tom frowned, shaking his head, “No…I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right, Tom.  I’ll get the door,” she smiled, pressing another kiss to his neck, “you finish the table.”

Tom sighed, finishing up the table while Emily went to the door.  He didn’t need to turn around to hear Charles exclaiming how beautiful the house was or hear the smugness in Loki’s voice as he introduced himself. 

“I’m Loki,” he said in that smug tone of his, “I’m Tom’s half-brother…and this is my husband, and mate, Charles.  Brother, aren’t you going to say hi to us?”

Tom felt himself growling as he turned around, closing the distance from the dining room to the entrance, where he saw the three of them.  His arm instantly went around Emily’s waist, “Brother…Charles.”

“So formal this one,” Loki smiled, gesturing to Tom, “always prim and proper…the right way as mother used to say.”

Tom frowned at the mention of his mother, “yes…well, someone has to be proper…I am a professor after all.”

“I’m sorry,” Emily smiled, cutting the tension as she discretely elbowed her mate, “Tom never introduced any of us.  I’m Emily…Tom’s mate.”

“Oh, Tom…you’ve mated the girl,” Loki smiled devilishly as he noticed the two marks on the pair’s throats, “did mother approve of that?”

“Loki,” Charles frowned, looking at his husband, “Please…we’re trying to be nice…remember?”

“If it makes you feel any better, I had to tell this one to be on his best behavior too,” Emily smiled, nudging Tom, “alpha…can you go check on the roast?”

“Of course, mate,” Tom smiled.  He pressed a firm kiss to her temple.  While Tom went to check on the food in the kitchen, he knew Emily would offer them drinks, “Em…do you need me to grab a bottle of wine, love?”

“We actually brought one,” Charles smiled, coming into the kitchen, “I hope you don’t mind.  Loki said you preferred reds…”

Tom gave him a stern frown at the mention of his brother and Charles sighed, “it’s not like I knew that he was your brother, and actively went after him, Tom…you can’t keep holding that over my head.”

“I’m not holding it over your head,” Tom sighed, looking at his best friend as he pulled out a corkscrew to open the wine, "I don't fault you for who you love…trust me…if you knew about him, you wouldn’t love him…mate or not.”

Charles frowned, “please don’t talk about my husband like that, Tom.”

“It’s hard to feel a certain type of way,” he sighed, turning back to his friend, “my mom was my best friend aside from you, Charles.  She raised me single-handedly.  Raised Loki and I…and for him to do what he did.”

“Do you know why he did what he did?” Charles asked, this time his voice giving away to the anger he was hiding.

“What on earth are you talking about, Charles?”

This time it was his turn to frown, “it’s not my place to say, Tom…but maybe you should actually hear my husband, your brother’s side of the story…because your mother was never a kind woman to him, despite the relationship she had with you.”

“Hey, thanks again for talking to them,” Sebastian said simply a few days later when he saw Chris again, “I didn’t expect them to out and out leave us alone entirely though.  It was pretty surprising.”

“What can I say?” Chris laughed nonchalantly, “it was a misunderstanding…”

“Rho’s are dicks, Chris,” Sebastian chuckled, “but this was a serious situation…I mean Alana is pregnant with that assholes kit.”

“Bobby isn’t going to bother her,” Chris answered as he got his coffee prepped and put in the to-go cup, “it’s an understanding between brothers, Sebastian…you know how that is.  I mean, if you talked to any of the Sigmas and the situations were reversed, wouldn’t they back off?”

“A sigma wouldn’t do that, Chris,” Sebastian reminded him, “none of us would do what he did to her and you know it.”

He rolled his eyes, “alright…whatever you say, Seb…I gotta get to campus.  I’ve got a few early morning privates scheduled.”

“See you later, Chris.”

Sebastian watched as his friend walked out of the kitchen and he heard the door shut shortly after.  He bit his lip.  Something didn’t feel right.  He’d had run-ins with the Rho’s before, and while he wasn’t one himself, he’d never heard of anyone having such an easy experience getting rid of one of them.  It seemed a little odd to him that Chris just went to the house and managed to sort everything out. 

But he pushed the thought to the back of his head when he heard Alana padding down the stairs.  He gave her a soft smile when he noticed her wearing one of his shirts. 

“Hey you,” he smiled, “you’re up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, rubbing her eyes, “this little thing kept me up nearly all night…when do babies normally start kicking?  And is it different for a shifter?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “but you had sex with Bobby closer to the beginning of the summer, didn’t you?”

She nodded, “yeah…I’m closer to the end of the first trimester…that’s really weird to admit, right?  I mean, how didn’t I notice it?”

“Well, if you’re really curious those are all questions you can ask the doctor at your appointment…because I’ve never had a pup and I don’t know the mechanics,” he chuckled.  She gave him a smile, “now get back into bed, and I’ll make you some breakfast!”

“Alright…hey this is going to sound weird…but can I go lay in your bed?”

He smiled, raising a brow, “why would that be weird?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “because we aren’t dating or anything…but I just have this insane urge to like…be around you…and not just be around you…like-“

“You want to be covered in me,” he smiled, cutting her off.  She nodded and he licked his lips, pulling the bottom one through his teeth, “call it a hunch, but you may be having a shifter.  Typically, when an omega is pregnant, she wants to be completely wrapped in her mate’s scent.  They don’t really know the science behind it, but the best guess is that it has a lot to do with the chemicals your brain releases subconsciously.  It affects the pup.  Though there are a lot of studies that show women who are surrounded by their mate’s scent during pregnancy have pups that are more pack-oriented and affectionate towards their fathers…”

“Are you saying that the pup wants me to be wrapped in your scent?”

Sebastian blushed, partially embarrassed by the fact that he had been rambling about it.�� He had read up a lot on certain subjects, and that was one of them.  He nodded, “Yeah…I guess so.”

“Alright, medical resident Stan,” she teased, “so for the kit’s sake…can I go lay in your bed?”

“I never said no, sweetheart,” he smiled, shooting her a wink, “let me make you a nice, healthy breakfast and I’ll be up…are you craving anything in particular?”

“You, little kit, are killing me,” Alana moaned, nearly a week later as she snuggled up into Sebastian’s blankets.  Ever since last week, she had found herself sneaking into Sebastian’s bed more and more often.  And today, Sebastian had gotten up a few minutes ago to make them both breakfast, and ever since he’d left, it was like her kit was clawing at her stomach, wanting to be closer to him, “he’s coming back…I promise…just please chill the hell out.”

“You okay there?”

Alana’s breath hitched in her throat as she looked at Sebastian.  He walked into the room, a breakfast tray in his hands.  But she wasn’t focused on the breakfast.  Her breath had hitched because he was wearing nothing but his blue and white striped boxers.  She hadn’t noticed it when he rolled out of bed.  But now, it was the only thing on her mind.  She felt like her throat went dry, and her head instantly began screaming that she needed him in an entirely different way. 

Sebastian put the breakfast tray on her lap, and she whimpered. His brow furrowed, as he seemed oblivious to the effects, he was having on her, “are you okay, Alana?”

“I-uh, why are you only in your boxers?”   

Sebastian blushed, having not thought about that part.  He shrugged his shoulders, “I’m sorry, I can get dressed.  I just…last night when you crawled into my bed you kept pulling all my clothes off.”

Her eyes widened and she nearly choked on the juice that she’d picked up, “I what?”

That’s when she noticed the light scratch marks on his abdomen, right over his six pack and his shirt and sleep pants on the floor beside her.  She quickly felt mortified as she looked at him.

“Yeah,” he blushed, running his hands through his hair as he pushed his glasses up, “I uh…I obviously didn’t let you get me naked…but it wasn’t for lack of trying.”

“O-oh my god…I-I’m so sorry…I don’t know what-“she blushed, cutting herself off.  She looked away from Sebastian as he sat on the bed beside her, “I don’t know what came over me…I-I don’t even remember that.”

“It’s okay,” he chuckled.  When she didn’t look back at him, Sebastian sighed and held her chin between his thumb and forefinger, “hey.  It’s okay, Alana.  I-I’ve been reading up on it some more, you know, after we had the doctor’s appointment for the kit once you had asked about it…and during pregnancies that’s pretty common.  You find comfort in my scent…you want to be closer to me.”

“It’s not just comfort,” she muttered to herself, thinking about how lately it seemed like every little thing that he’d done managed to turn her on.  He raised a brow and she blushed, ”I…well…okay, no judgement, right?”

“As promised.”

“It feels like I’m constantly horny…I mean, I haven’t had morning sickness in a while, and I feel like changes are happening,” she admitted nervously, “like I’ve noticed that my boobs have gotten bigger, and that I constantly want to jump your bones…like all the time I’m thinking about just riding you until I can’t think straight…and it’s so much worse in class…god, seeing you up there all authoritative and everything, I jus-“

“I-is that why you’ve been arguing more with me during my lectures lately?” Sebastian asked, finally putting together the pieces of the puzzle.  He’d noticed the past few weeks she’d become more aggressive during the lectures, arguing over the most simple details.  He’d also been able to smell whenever she became aroused, and even he had noticed that it was a lot more than before.  While he’d become accustomed to it, he had to admit that it turned him on more, and there had been a few times where he had found himself rushing back to his office, locking the door, and rubbing one out, just so he could control himself.  It was like she always had him on the verge of going feral, and it was slowly driving him insane.  She blushed once more, and Sebastian smiled, “no judgement right?”

“Right!” she said softly. 

“I want to kiss you, Alana,” he admitted.  Her eyes met his again, and she bit her lip, before her eyes slipped to his lips and then looked away, “I won’t kiss you if you don’t want me to though.  I just…I still think of when we kissed that day, and-“

But he had missed where she slid the tray off her lap and onto the desk beside her, only to crawl into his lap and smash their lips together.  She moaned hungrily against his lips, her tongue sliding into his mouth as she quickly claimed the dominating role. 

“Sebastian,” she moaned.  A rumble started in Sebastian’s chest as her nails grazed down along his abs.  He groaned as she rolled her hips, her slick already creating a damp spot on his boxers, “fuck, I want so much more than a kiss.”

“Anything you want,” he rumbled happily as he held her against his lips.  His hands went into her hair, tugging lightly as they got tangled in the long tresses, “take it all, mate.”

“Mate,” she moaned in response, pushing him back down on the bed.  She broke away from his kisses, trailing down his jaw and neck.  He shuddered when he felt her tongue laving over his mating gland, and it pulsed beneath her, “you like that, Sebastian.”

“God yes,” he groaned.  He watched her trail more kisses down his chest, all the way down to his abs.  His stomach tightened when she reached his boxers, and he shivered when her nails delicately traced the straining appendage, “fuck.  Mate…Alana…I-oh god…”

“I want to taste you, Sebastian,” she begged.  She pressed a few kisses to his cloth covered cock before licking over his tip.  He moaned, another shiver running down his spine as some precum leaked through the fabric, “I want to feel you inside of me.”

“I-I don’t…I don’t want to take advantage of you, Alana,” he moaned as she gripped him firmly and began stroking him through the boxers.  His thigh twitched and she looked up at him with lust clouding her eyes, “we should stop…right?  I-I want you to want this because-“

“I’ve always wanted it,” she admitted as her hands slipped to his waistband.  Sebastian didn’t fight her as she pulled the boxers down, “I’ve wanted this since the day I first met you…I knew it should have been wrong…all the fantasies that played in my head…but it didn’t feel wrong…and then when we kissed…”

Sebastian’s eyes rolled back into his head when she took him in her mouth.  His hands went to her hair once more and his breathing began to get heavy,” fuck…Alana…fuck, I-oh god…baby.”

His moans got louder as she hollowed out her cheeks and took him down to his base, his fine little hairs tickling her nose.  His rumbles turned into husky growls that only made her wetter, only made her want to ride him even more.  And they continued to progress until it seemed like one continuous response. 

“Please,” she whimpered, her mouth popping off his cock with a loud noise.  She continued pressing firm kisses and kitten licks to his head, “want to feel you inside of me, Sebastian.  Please.  Need you…need to feel you knotting me.”

Sebastian’s hindbrain went into overdrive at the thought of knotting her.  His inner wolf was screaming that it was go-time, but his more logical side felt anxious, “Alana…baby…is this what you want?”

“Need,” she repeated, climbing up his body until she was eye level with him, “I need you, Sebastian.”

He growled, flipping them over so that he hovered above her, “I-I need you to know that this isn’t a one-time thing with me…if-if we have sex, I want this to be-“

“I’m yours,” she whimpered, pulling his lips against her own, “I’m all yours, Sebastian.”

Natasha glared at Chris as she stepped aside, letting both him and Calista into her house. 

“I don’t trust it,” Natasha hissed as she crossed her arms and looked at Chris, “We’ve been trying to get that psycho to leave us alone our entire relationship, but because you two are brothers in the same frat, and you tell him to stop, he does?  Something feels off about this whole situation…and I know it’s because of you.”

“Chris didn’t know me and you were in a relationship when he made me st-“ Calista began but she was cut off by Nat yet again.

“It doesn’t matter if he didn’t know then.  I’m not saying that he had anything to do with what happened the first time around,” she growled, irritated that they were even indulging the conversation, “I know that something doesn’t seem right.  It doesn’t feel right.  Something about this is off.  He made this happen because I agreed to create a pack with him and you if he could get that psycho to stop, but I do-“

“Nat...are you backing out?” Calista asked nervously, reaching out to her.  Natasha’s glare towards Chris softened when her omega touched her arm.  She looked at her for a moment.  Calista hadn’t touched her since they had broken up, and something so small as a touch to her arm was enough to throw her full force into the emotions she tried to push away for her omega.  Calista frowned, “alpha?  A-are you abandoning me?”

Nat’s eyes went wide, and she shook her head, “N-no.  No!  Cal I wouldn’-“

“You can’t accept me and Chris…”

“I’m just a little confused,” she said firmly, “how is it that we fought with that asshole and he’s suddenly okay with leaving us alone because of a ‘misunderstanding between brothers.’  Something’s off ‘mega…I don’t trust that.”

“If you want, Nat…we can give it some time,” Chris grumbled, upset over the fact that she didn’t trust him now that Chase was off their backs, “since you seem to think I’m tricking you.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it, Natasha,” he growled.  Cal looked back to him, and he took a heavy breath before sighing, releasing it, “but it’s fine…you want time to make sure it’s not some trick…name it.”

“A month…those assholes wouldn’t care to keep up a charade that long, professor or not…i-if they haven’t done anything to come at us in a month-“

“Deal.”

It had been a month. 

And true to Chris’ word, the Rhos had left her and Natasha alone.  And while Nat couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go wrong, nothing seemed out of place.  She had slowly begun to accept Chris back into her life, and it made Calista happy to know that her alphas were tolerating each other, if not just for her own benefit. 

That was what led to today. 

“So, if we’re going to be a pack…how is this going to work?” Calista asked, “I-it’s been three weeks…and I live at the dorms…Chris lives with Sebastia-“

“It makes sense that we move everyone here.”

Both Chris and Calista were surprised to hear Nat say that.  Chris dropped his fork to his plate, and it clattered loudly against the china, “y-you’re serious?”

Nat gave him a stern look, “well it does…it makes the most sense…I’m not planning on buying a new house just to make sure you’re happy.  Calista and I originally picked this house as our home…I still see it as such.”

“Nat…”

“Yes mate?”

Calista chirped, nearly jumping out of her seat beside Chris to rush her other alpha.  Nat smiled when Calista landed in her lap, and she was nuzzling the alpha’s neck, her nose brushing over the mark that Calista had given her, “I’m just so happy, alpha!  Th-thank you.”

Natasha frowned when she realized that her mate was crying.  She pulled her back slightly and gave her a sad look as she wiped away her tears, “Cal…don’t cry baby.”

“I ju-just…I thought that you would never get this far…that you would abandon me when I asked for you to bring Chris in,” she sniffled, shaking her head, “I-I’m beyond grateful that I have both of my mates, Natasha…”

Her heart fell into her stomach over the thought that her omega had even thought that she would abandon her, “mega…”

“She really was worried Nat…” Chris admitted solemnly.  Natasha looked at Chris for a moment, then she bit her lip and sighed, softening in the moment, “she thought that she was going to have to go through her life with only one of us…that’s why we were hesitant to mark one another.”

“Mega…my life has been completely miserable without you,” Natasha admitted, feeling her own tears rising into the corners of her eyes, “I-I’m not entirely okay with the idea of Chris yet, and I won’t be involved in a relationship with him, but I will be civil…if these few weeks taught me anything it’s that I know I never want to live the rest of my life without you.  I need you by my side, omega…you truly do complete me…”

“She completes both of us, Nat,” Chris said with a sad smile.  He got up out of his own chair and made his way around the table.  When he got to the two women, the back of his hand stroked Calista’s cheek and she chirped and leaned against it, “and whether or not you want to believe it, Nat…you complete me too.  And I still love you.  And I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure I have both of my mates by my side…”

“Chris can take the spare room,” Nat commented as Chris went down the hall.  Instead of turning into the room that was Natasha’s, Calista opened the door directly across from it, “I already had another desk ordered and brought up so that we could share the office downstairs…that way there are three rooms left.  So, if Calista wants one she can have a space of her own upstairs, away from Chris and I…or she can share a room with either of us, and we’ll still have space if someone comes to visit…”

“Or for pups?” Calista asked. 

Natasha held back the rumble in her throat as she gave a restrained nod, “Y-yes omega…if you want pups one day that’s an option…”

“C-can I keep my nest in your room, alpha?” Calista asked Nat.  This time Nat couldn’t hold back the rumble in her chest as she nodded.

“O-of course you can, omega.  You can do whatever you’d like.”

She smiled as she ran up to her, and placed a chaste kiss on her lips, “thank you alpha.”

“Of course, omega.”

The process was a short one, but Natasha began to feel more and more insecure with every box that Chris and Calista brought in.  Her heart felt like it was racing as she watched the gentle giggles, the tender touches between the two of them, and her heart lurched when she called Chris alpha and he would brush his hand over the mark he’d given Calista.

She began to feel insecure in her status as an alpha. 

Sure, she had provided the home for them, and Calista had asked if she could put her nest in Natasha’s room, but Chris had been able to wipe away their problems as though it were really nothing.  And that had genuinely bothered her. 

Chris had proven that he was the better alpha in her mind, as he made sure that they were truly safe; something that Nat hadn’t been able to accomplish. 

So, by the time the last box came in, Nat had felt naturally withdrawn.  She knew that both of her mates would be able to feel it, but she didn’t care.  She slinked back into her room quietly while Chris and Cal put together Chris’ room.

It wasn’t much later when she’d heard her door slowly being pushed open.  She didn’t have to turn in her bed to know that it was both Chris and Calista.  Calista was the first one in her line of vision, when she came around to the other side of the bed, kneeling before it.

“Alpha?”

“Yes omega?”

“C-can I lay with you?”

“I’ll never turn you down, omega,” she reminded her softly.  Calista gave her a sad smile and crawled into the bed, working her way into Natasha’s arms, “is everything alright?  Are you settled in well?”

Calista nodded, feeling small and safe within her mate’s arms, “I felt your sadness across the bond, alpha…are you okay?”

“I’m fin-“

“Nat.”

She stopped speaking when she heard Chris’ voice behind her.  He was softly calling her out on her lie.  Sighing, she tucked her face into Calista’s neck and inhaled deeply, letting the scent of one of her mates calm her down. 

“Chris, I-“

“You’re not fine,” Chris said softly.  She sighed again, this time pulling Calista as close as she possibly could to herself, needing her comfort even more.  Nat felt the bed dip behind her, and she gave a soft warning growl, but Chris continued his actions until she was wrapped up in his arms; the little middle spoon with both her alpha and omega on either side of her, sandwiching her in, “you don’t have to be so strong all the time, Natasha.  Allowing yourself to feel your emotions doesn’t make you any less of an alpha in anyone’s eyes.”

Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach at his words, “I couldn’t protect Calista…we had to sneak around in order to be safe…and you came waltzing in and just like that, everything was solved.  It’s hard not to feel a certain type of way, Christopher.”

“Is that what this is about?” he asked softly.  Nat nodded into Calista’s neck and Calista shifted so that she was facing her. 

“I love you,” she said sweetly, cupping her mate’s face, “I love you so much more than you know, Nat…you are an amazing alpha to me, and you’ve always done what you thought is best to keep me safe.  I will never be angry at you for that.”

“But we-“

“We are all safe together,” Chris commented as his arms wrapped around Natasha and Calista.  Nat closed her eyes and took a deep breath, completely wrapped in both of her mate’s scents, “and with all three of us together, no one can tear us down.  No single soul can hurt us…because I have both of my mates.  You are not any less of an alpha than I am…and our omega is here for both of us to make sure that our pack survives and thrives under any circumstance.  She’s, our center.  She keeps us grounded Nat.”

“I’m just scared, Chris,” Nat admitted softly.  Chris frowned as a few tears fell down Nat’s cheeks and onto his arm that was wrapped around them, “I-I don’t want to let you both back in if I know it’s not going to work out…I-I can’t get hurt again…I can’t do it…”

“We won’t hurt you, alpha,” Calista said calmly, as she looked her in the eyes, “we just want to love you…let us love you, Nat.”

“Will it make you feel better if you know why they are leaving us alone?” Chris asked after a moment. This time it was Nat that turned around so that she could face Chris. 

“What did you do?”

“I’m blackmailing them, Nat…” he admitted softly, “I know a secret about the Rhos that would destroy the house currently…I found out about it after I graduated, and I kept it in my back pocket in case I ever needed it…but they won’t bother us…trust me on that.  They won’t risk breaking up the house just to harass the two of you.”

“Chris you’re turning against them for u-“

“I’m doing this for the three of us, Nat…” Chris replied, cutting his other mate off, “I wasn’t lying when I said that I would make it up to you…I love you.  And I love Calista.  And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep the two of you safe.”

Chapter 11, The End

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Hi

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

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

Sweet » Charles Blackwood

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

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

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

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

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

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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

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

“Yep.” Charles answers with a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.” You say with a smile.

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

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

“Wh-What?” You asked.

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

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

“Wh-What are you doing?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh fuck!” You moaned loudly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

-Bucky’s Doll

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IMPORTANT INFO ~ As always this is intended for an adult audience only. Minors do not interact! 18+ only - no exceptions. You do not have permission to translate, copy, or steal my work. If you see my work any place other than here or ao3 it has been posted without my consent. 

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About the event: New year means a new writing event. It's been awhile since I did my last one so I thought the new year would be the perfect opportunity to have one. Plus, kiddo is now back to school so I have more time to write. Yay! How to request: Please use this form to send it your requests.

Format of the requests: For this writing event you will select one character, an AU, a writing prompt, and one kink. If you do not wish for your request to be an AU there is an option for it to be Canon universe.

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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.

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: Queuing this while half asleep

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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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