#Charles Blackwood imagines
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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.
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A prompt for you if it sparks interest…
One night in a haunted house can bring you wealth behind your means.
But beware of the alleged monster that lurks inside the estate… legend has it if you whisper his name, he may materialize in front of your eyes.
Good luck trying not to say Charles Blackwood. The name seems to roll right off the tongue…
Title: dust to dust
Wordcount: 1,334
Summary: Your dream job turns out to be more of a nightmare.
A/N: 👀 @syntheticavenger came in with the horror prompt, so i had to deliver 😮💨 i hope you all enjoy my latest Monkey’s Paw drabble.
“And you’re sure you’re fine there alone? That place gets pretty fucking creepy at night,” Came Amelia’s voice through the phone. You laughed, shaking your head even though she couldn’t see you. “I’m serious! I think it’s totally haunted.”
“You say that about every house we work in. It can’t always be true.” You heard your friend scoff through the receiver. “And I’ll be fine. It’s not my first rodeo.“ It was true—this wouldn’t be the first portrait you’d restored. And even if the Blackwood family manor was as creepy as Amelia said it was, you’d only be there for a few hours, max. “You just focus on your end of the deal, finding someone to fucking buy this thing after I’m done with it.”
She clucked at you through the phone, her irritated huffs the backdrop to the picturesque countryside rolling alongside the car.
“Fine! I’m just saying. It’s creepy.”
“Creepy, yes. Haunted? Hard no,” you laughed. “Besides, the faster we’re finished, the faster we get that sweet, sweet Blackwood cash.”
“Is payday all you ever think about?”
“When it’s enough to skate for an entire year while I figure out my artist’s residency? Christ, yes.”
The construction team was still working on the house’s exterior when you pulled in, despite the light drizzle. One of the guys tipped his yellow hard hat to you as you parked out front, a lit cigarette hanging from between his lips.
“Just you today?” He called as you exited the car, wrapping your scarf tighter around your shoulders. “Where’s the little one?” You bit back a laugh, knowing Amelia would bristle at her unofficial nickname—even if it was accurate.
“Yeah, just me, Martin. Doors unlocked?” You asked, taking the slick steps two at a time as you shouldered your canvas bag of paints and brushes. He nodded, making a noise of assent in the back of his throat before turning back to the scaffolding. The project was taking longer than anticipated, you could tell by the doubled workforce outside. You knew the owner was eager to sell, too—the asking price had dropped two times already.
The inside of the manor was bustling with activity too, and you sidestepped a pair of men carrying a ladder. You ducked quickly into the overlarge drawing room, settling against the closed door with a deep sigh.
Finally. The thought rolled in like low static, barely discernible from the rest of the noise in your head.
So low, you don’t recognize it isn’t yours.
Despite the activity outside, the sitting room was eerily silent, but you liked it that way—no distractions. You undraped the portrait of one of the Blackwoods—long dead now—and his blue eyes stared out gloomily at you from the canvas. You began pulling your supplies from your bag, laying them on the table beside your easel. You’d already done the surface cleaning on the old oil painting days ago, going slowly across each inch of canvas as though you were caressing a lover’s skin.
The oil paint wasn’t damaged from age, though it was old—maybe fifty, sixty years. What had damaged it was smoke—smoke from the fire that had destroyed this place.
How astute. You’re a bright little thing, aren’t you pet?
The portrait wasn’t large, maybe two and a half by three feet at most, but it was valuable, the old Blackwood matriarch had told you, and rather sternly at that. You mixed your colors carefully, testing them before beginning to apply them to the canvas. It was mostly the right side that had been damaged, the paint curling and blackened with soot that no one dared wipe away for fear of doing further harm.
You painted with slow, delicate strokes, uncaring of the hours ticking by as the house quieted around you.
Keep going. You were determined to finish, a fire lit inside of you as you dragged your brush across the canvas. You’re almost there. Almost done. You’d had projects like this before; intense time constraints, picky and demanding clients—but this time was different. Like you’d dug so deep that you’d breached someone else’s drive instead of just your own.
So close, now…
When you stepped away from the easel, hours had passed, and your phone, which had been silenced, blinked angrily at you from the chair by the door. The painting would need a few finishing touches, but for the most part, it was done.
You wiped a hand across your sweaty cheek, noting with a frown that your hand came away streaked with paint. The sun was beginning to set, and as you opened the door to the sitting room, you found the hallway empty. Another glance at your brightly lit phone screen told you it was a bit past seven, and the sky outside the windows was tinged pink with the setting sun.
“Hello?” Your own voice seemed to dissipate in the evening air, not carrying far. “Martin? Ozzie?”
They all left…
It was strange of them to leave and not lock up, to leave the tools unattended and the manor’s thick oak double doors wide open. You padded to the entrance, poking your head outside. Sure enough, the work vans were gone, the plastic sheeting hanging from the scaffolding flapping gently in the breeze.
I should go too.
You returned inside, quickly gathering your paint and brushes. It was summer, but the recent rain had left the air chilly and damp, and you shuddered as you shoved your supplies hurriedly into your bag. You turned to leave, sparing one last glance at the canvas.
Wait, is he…smiling? Your chest tightened as you stared at the easel. Was he… always smiling? The paint shifted on the canvas like a living thing, the colors flowing over one another like water as ever so slowly, the man on the canvas drew his tongue across his lips.
Hello, beautiful.
Something warm and wet dripped down from your left nostril onto your lip, and when you licked at it absently, hot copper bloomed on your tongue. He had been sitting, scowling, but now he stood, staring out at you from the painting like he could really see you.
Say my name, beautiful. Let me out. His voice vibrated painfully in your skull, and you whimpered, clapping your hands uselessly to your ears as though it would shut him out. You made for the door, but the pressure of his words made your eyes roll as you sank to your knees.
“I don’t—I don’t know it,” you babbled, tears leaking from your closed eyes.
Yes you do. You’ve known it this whole time, his voice was like black honey. Say it. His face was pressed up against the canvas like he was looking out a window. You shook your head, and his voice became breaking glass, became mountains crumbling and thunder booming—
SAY IT.
Blood trickled from your nose as you convulsed on the old carpet.
“C-Charles B-B-Bla-ackwood.” You could taste more blood on your tongue as the pressure in your skull receded. You were wrung out and limp, watching helplessly as a skeletal hand extended out of the canvas, curling around the frame as Charles Blackwood pulled himself free. You knew you weren’t meant to see it, the man crawling out of the painting like a corpse from an old grave, the flesh winding back up his bony fingers until they looked pink and new.
Charles straightened his suit jacket as you stared up at him, your eyes red and watery. He squatted down in front of you, clucking as he brushed sweaty hair out of your eyes.
“Don’t fret, beautiful,” he swiped his thumb through the trail of red beneath your nose and popped it into his mouth. “We’ll have you feeling right as rain in no time.” His eyes swept down your trembling form, and the smile that spread across his lips sent ice shooting through your veins.
“I think you’ll like your new home.”
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Problems of Inheritance
Pairing: Dark!Serial!Killer!Charles x F!Reader
Word Count: about 2k
Summary: When the man who kills your boss, discovers she left you more than you could ever imagine, he’s not willing to let you slip through his fingers.
Warning: explicit sexual content, nicknames, teasing, degradation, cumplay, oral (f receiving), explicit language, praise, murder (not explicit), manhandling, choking, sassy-ish reader, mean Charles, rough fingering, non-con/dub con, squirting, kidnapping, blackmail, mentions of blood (not explicit)
A/N: This is Charles's first part in my Serial Killer AU, you can check out the rest of the stories here. Thank you to @sparkledfirecracker for looking over this and beta'ing it for me 💗 All mistakes are still my own.
if you’re a minor, please DNI!
Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)
Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics
The house was eerily silent when you entered. Usually, Mrs. Devereaux was up by now. You shrugged off your coat and placed it and your keys on the counter. There was a building dread in your stomach with every step you took further into the house.
The floor above your head creaked and, you froze because the footsteps that followed were far too heavy to be those of Mrs. Devereaux's. Her steps were soft and graceful. A truly regal and kind woman. She had taken you in, even though everyone turned their back on the dirty orphan. Been given a home and hired you as her personal maid when you were old enough.
She was the closest thing you had to a mother. You grabbed a heavy brass candlestick and began to ascend the staircase. Trying to channel Mrs. Devereaux in an effort to stay silent. You made it to the first landing when you heard him. A low deep voice barking hurtful things to your boss.
"You lying hag... I gave you everything and this is how you repay me. I don't deserve this!” Chills raced down your spine at his cold, malicious tone. You wanted to race in and save her, especially when you heard her whispering plea for help. "You should have thought about that before you threatened me. I was thinking of keeping you, Claudia. If only you hadn't gotten wise and called your lawyer to change your will again."
You tiptoed up to her room, carefully peering in. The man was standing with his back turned to you. Mrs. Devereaux was sprawled on the ground, in her nightgown. She looked frightened and disheveled with blood gushing from her head.
“Please Charles," she said with labored breath. "I fixed the will, I swear. Please don't -" her eyes widened as she caught sight of you in the doorway.
Charles slowly turned and you were frozen in place. Your brain screamed at you to move but your body wasn't having it. His devilishly handsome face was just as cold as his tone and incredibly hard to tear your eyes from.
“Who do we have here?" Charles asked. His face broke out into an evil grin. “Such a pretty little thing isn't she?"
Mrs. Devereaux looked at you fearfully, mouthing you. Yet you stayed frozen as he approached. He leaned down so you were eye to eye. "Too easy. A fortune and a pretty face to ruin.”
You shook your head vehemently as Mrs. Devereaux screamed out for him to leave you alone. Charles’ eyes never left your face. The icy blues so sharp and equally as cruel. You were so entranced that you missed the motion of his arm until the gun went off and her body fell to the floor. You managed to look away. Seeing her dead body on the ground as if your body was doused in ice water. You snapped out of your stupor and you bolted. Charles reached out to grab you, his hand brushing your sleeve but you managed to evade his grip. Racing towards the stairs.
Your eyes hooked on a gold candelabra and took it as quickly as you could. His footsteps were close behind you. There was no way you were truly getting out here alive. Not when the man was chasing you had a gun. Yet he hadn’t taken a shot. Just chasing you on foot instead. Maybe he only had one bullet.
The front door was just out of reach and your hand brushed the knob when his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you away. “No! let me go!" You screeched, flailing in his arms. A shiny glint caught your eye and you realized that you were still holding the candelabra. Charles spun you around, and without a second thought, you swung. The candlestick hit the side of his head with a thunk. He groaned, letting you go and you managed to escape him, yanking the door open, and racing down the stairs. "Oh little one, you really shouldn't have done that. You're gonna learn real quick that anything you do, I’ll do to you tenfold."
Ignoring his words and on somehow steady footprints, you continued to run. It was terrifying and you didn't know what to do. You tossed the candlestick behind you. It missed but you felt better having tossed it at him.
Charles crashed into your body, tackling you to the ground. The gravel dug into all your flesh, sending little pricks of pain through your body. "You're not going anywhere, my precious Rosebud. Can't let the one witness to my crimes go.” He was so close to you, his lips brushing your lip with each word. You felt drops of blood falling down onto your face. You tried to squirm away but he shifted his position, pressing his knee to your lower back to pin you in place.
"I won't talk. I promise.”
"I know you won't. I won't give you the chance.” Charles placed a tender kiss on your temple. You opened your mouth to speak, but with a swift motion he brought the butt of the gun down and everything went back.
The room you woke up in was dark and chilly like there was a draft somewhere. Your head was throbbing and your vision was bleary. You blinked several times trying to clear your vision. It did very little.
You rested your head against the headboard and rolled your head towards the window.
It was hard to be sure but it seemed like the moon was full and bright right outside your window. The smartest thing to do would be to get up and attempt to find a way to escape but your body was weighted down and tired. There was also very little chance that Charles would be that stupid. He seemed like the type to leave no loose ends. For all you knew, he locked you in this
room to starve to death.
Your mind wandered to the events of the last - well you didn't exactly know how many hours - several hours. Charles' face popped into your brain. His sharp features and ensnaring blue eyes. Lips so plush, you couldn't help wondering how they'd feel on your skin. You clenched your thighs, trying to create friction for the heat pooling at your core.
This was so wrong. You couldn't Iust after such a horrid man. No matter how incredibly dressed and beautiful he was. He was a murderer. He killed Mrs. Devereaux, Claudia. One of the most important people in your life. Tears blurred your vision even more as you remembered her lifeless body.
Your head fell into your palms as you began to sob. The pain and heartache wracking through your worn body. You sunk down further into the bed, pulling the covers up and burying yourself down. The reality was too hard to face and if your fate was tied to this room, you didn't want to be conscious for it.
The next time you woke up, you weren't alone. You could feel his eyes on you before you fully woke up. Something you hadn’t noticed last time was that your clothes were changed and it sickened you to know he saw you naked. You didn't like him, despite the slip up your mind had made last night. That thought was locked tight behind a door, never to be unlocked. He was the enemy and you wanted him as far from you as possible. It was highly doubtful that would happen considering you were his prisoner. But you refused to soften up for him. You begrudgingly opened your eyes. The blurriness from last time seemed to have disappeared, your vision crystal clear.
Charles sat in an armchair in the corner of the room. He was crouched over, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together. Those sharp cerulean eyes were locked on you. His face was blank but from the tightness in his eyes and clenched jaw, you could tell he was upset.
“You knew, didn't you?" Charles said, in each word slow and calculated.
“Knew what?” You cleared your throat, trying to keep your words from cracking again. Your mouth was exceptionally dry and you glanced at the side table, for anything to drink. It was empty, much to your disdain.
Charles slowly got up and approached the bed. You scrambled up into a seated position. Not wanting to be at a disadvantage. The nightgown you were dressed in was a delicate thing. The strap sliding down before you could stop it. Charles hooked a finger under it, slowly pushing it back up, his touch lingering. You fought the feeling his touch gave you. No, you didn't like it. You kept repeating in your head.
He perched on the bed, scooting close enough to press his thigh to yours. Instinctively
you grabbed the covers and held them up to hide your chest from his wandering eyes. It had nothing to do with the fact that your nipples had tightened to the point that they could cut glass from his mere touch.
"I'm going to ask this nicely, one more time." Charles’ tone was calm, almost like he was making casual conversation. But there was a dangerous storm brewing in his eyes. One wrong move and you'd be swept up in it. "You knew about the will, didn't you?”
"Mrs Devereaux's will?” You asked, trying your best to keep up. Charles nodded, waiting for you to continue. “I don't know. Anything. I swear. I was just her maid. "
“Just her maid, are you sure?" His questions were getting on your nerves. Acting like you were a child.
"Yes I'm sure, Charles!" You snapped sharply. Immediately regretting it when his eyes flashed angrily. He grabbed you by the neck, slamming you back against the headboard. You instantly tried to yank his hand off you. ''I'm sorry. Please."
"Don't test me. I may think you're beautiful but I won't hesitate to get rid of you if you overstep." His hand eased but didn't release you. Keeping you pinned and helpless. "I have ways of making you talk, my sweet Rosebud. "He slid his hand down making you release the covers as he dipped below them. He traced down your silk-covered torso to the junction of your hips. You gasped when his fingers glided over your panty clad pussy. You reached down, grabbing his wrist, and tried to push him away. But all you did was make him more persistent. The sneer on his face grew into a smug smirk.
“I don't know anything," you swore shakily. He ignored you, dipping his fingers past the fabric.
"You're very wet for someone who's acting like she doesn't want this." He lazily stroked your core, occasionally circling your clit.
You whimpered as he pushed in a finger. Take his time to stroke your silky walls. You weren't a virgin by any means but it had been a long time and the stretch was kind of painful, especially when he added a second finger.
“I don't know anything. Charles... Ah fuck-” you keened, as he hit a spot that make your whole body tense in a shock of pleasure.
“Yes, seems like you don't," Charles said begrudgingly, "this definitely puts a dampen on things but I guess I have to keep you alive."
Relief flooded your body, tangling with extreme levels of pleasure. Charles watched you as he continued fucking you with his fingers. Your mind was fuzzy and unable to form words giving into your instincts. Your legs opened wider and your hold on his wrist was mostly to ground yourself. Part of you wanted to stay strong and fight, wanted to ask what he meant about keeping you.
"Such a good girl. I feel you fluttering, darling. Go on, come for me... now." At his command, your body erupted in a head-to-toe tremble, your orgasm hitting you as Charles grinded his palm against your clit. Working in time with his fingers hitting your sweet spot. You moaned loudly, lifting your hips as he kept going.
You felt sensitive and raw. All of it was too much. "Please." You managed out.
“One more. Give me one more," Charles urged. You didn't want to, you couldn't. Yet your body was betraying you. The second orgasm approached quicker than the first.
Your head fell back in a soundless cry as your release gushed out of you, coating his hand. Charles finally stopped and your body slumped forward exhausted. You felt empty without his touch which made you sick to your stomach. You kept your head down, trying to ignore the sound of Charles sucking his fingers clean.
"What did you mean you had to keep me now?" You murmured. Charles hooked a finger beneath your chin making you look at him. “Means you're mine, Rosebud. At least until we get this will situation sorted. Seems Claudia left you everything." Charles explained. He stood up, leaving you to bask in your shock. "Get some rest, you'll be resuming your duties tomorrow."
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I resent fanfics where you and the character break up and you are able to have a new boyfriend nearly the next day.
I’m already trying hard to imagine that I got a boyfriend in the first place, if two people like me that’s gonna give me a headache.
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'Tis the Season: Holiday Special
Day 5 - Charles Blackwood - what the Holidays might look like with Charles Blackwood. The holidays with Charles would include decorating Blackwood Manor, both inside and out, then cozying up by the fire to enjoy the first snowfall. On Christmas day, you cook the two of you a nice meal and Charles simply praises you for it. Presents being opened and maybe some ice skating on a nearby pond.
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Hi I’m back again, I have a request for our dear Wolfman, again. Would you please write a 50 first dates ?
Thank you again for everything!
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Thinking of You
Pairing: (Henry Roth) Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth) x (Lucy Whitmore) Fem!Reader
Characters: Fem!Reader, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth), Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Carol Bradshaw, Bradley Bradshaw, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Hollywood” Neven, Marcus “Sundown” Williams, Sam “Merlin” Wells, Charles “Chipper” Piper, Mike “Viper” Metcalf, Bill “Cougar” Cortell, Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood, Penny Benjamin
Warnings: Fluff, angst, this is cute, Leonard is adorable, reader watches out for herself, everyone is protective of the reader and it's adorable, no fisherman here, only ranchers and cowboys, small town vibes, Iceman and Viper are the best, Pete can't cook for the life of his business, few funny moments, few serious moments here and there
Word Count: 5,307
A/N: I am so so sorry for taking forever with this one. I did not forget it, I promise. It was a whole thing with trying to find inspiration and rewatching the movie for research. But it... is... done!!!
Viper still refers to Bradley as a baby because he is (in his eyes)
Charlie is the horny German lady which I find hilarious
Yes, I used the TGM Squad as the kids for everyone who had children in the movie
The guys all have a work past with Viper
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He takes a seat at the counter, minding his own business as he reads a menu.
You smile as you walk inside, you always love coming here and not just because you get to see Penny and Pete, your favorite couple at the restaurant but because you get to make your waffle buildings.
‘Maybe today I’ll build a hut. Oh, and for the steam we can use coffee.’
Penny notices there’s a little pep in your step while she hands you a menu. “How are you doing, Butterfly?”
You giggle, “I’m doing just fine.”
She smiles and tells you your table is free.
He sees you enter the restaurant, sitting down in one of the empty booths in the middle of the row.
Penny turns around filling another customer’s coffee, she notices the looks he’s sending your way and needs to stop it before things can progress, you don’t need any more heartache (even if you don’t remember it today).
It would also save him from meeting your dad, who’s in charge of the port, Viper aka Mike or your cousin, Iceman aka Tom.
“I wouldn’t,” she tells him.
He furrows his brows and turns towards the waitress. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“You’ll only find yourself heartbroken if you try to pursue her.”
“What makes you say that?”
She purses her lips; she doesn’t find it necessary to tell him of your accident. But then she realizes he’s new and must be one of the few new cowboys that came into town.
“You’re gone for more than half of the year doing what you do. You’ve never met her but if you did and it was time to leave both of you would be crushed. Imagine how much that for a second.”
“Maybe she’d come with me.”
“She-” She sighs at the wound of glass breaking. “Excuse me while I go kick my husband out of the kitchen.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose, Pen.”
“Out of the kitchen, Maverick," a new voice says.
He doesn't know it, but it was the actual cook, Marcus.
He sighs, pushing the doors open, taking a seat beside the man. “Sounds like you did good there.”
The dejected man chuckles, “yeah.”
“Hey. You happen to know that girl sitting in the booth, would you?”
Pete glances over his slumped shoulder. “What’s it to you?”
“Woah. Woah. Why is everyone so aggressive? I was just asking a question.”
“A question that shouldn’t be asked.”
“Okay. Message received.”
“You seem like the type who won’t take no for an answer?”
Leonard chuckles, “am I really that transparent?” He chuckles to himself as he takes a sip of his coffee until he turns back to look at Pete and realizes how serious this whole thing is. “Oh, shit. Sorry, I just thought-”
“She wouldn’t go for a guy like you,” a voice says sitting on the other side of the rancher.
The two men angle their bodies to hear the man better.
Pete gives him a sarcastic smile. “Yeah, thanks for that, Cougar. We don’t need to give it any more ideas.”
“First off, it has a name and oh, she’s trying to make a door.”
The two look back and focus on you trying to get the finishing touches to your waffle house done.
He debates on walking over to you after hearing everyone’s warnings.
Clearly no one here wants to see anything bad happen to you if they’re this willing to stop him before he could try anything.
He pushes himself out of the chair, grabs a toothpick before heading over to you.
“Hey,” he starts off not to startle you entirely before sticking the toothpick in place, opening and closing the door to show you how well it works. “I thought this might help you a little more.”
You glance up at him, giving him a smile. “Well, then I guess the only thing I can say is thank you. To be honest, it probably would have taken me five minutes to figure it out, so again, I thank you for saving me from any potential embarrassment.”
Leonard lifts his hat, “I always do what I can to help a beautiful lady such as yourself.”
“Ah, I bet you say that to everyone you see then.”
He chuckles. This certainly isn’t what he was expecting when he walked over, it's different, nice even. “May I,” he gestures to the empty side of the booth.
“Please, I’d like to look a little less pathetic in front of, well everyone here.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“You flatter girls to get them in your bed and expect that very thing to happen, don’t you?”
“Uh- well,” he stutters.
You shrug, “doesn’t matter now. I’m just happy to have some company even if it’s just for a minute or two.”
“Well, then I’m happy to be of service.”
You dazzle him with another smile.
This is different from the other times he's gone out with girls.
You lift your watch to check the time. “Oh, looks like it's time for me to go. Sorry,” you sheepishly shrug as you reach for your bag.
“Uh- oh, okay. Yeah, I guess it’s time I went back to work.”
You get up and barely walk past him when you stop. “Is that you?”
“Is what me?”
“The farm smell?”
His mouth opens into an “o” making it obvious he now knows what you’re talking about. “Oh, yeah. Perks of being a rancher. Sorry about the smell. I didn’t realize it was so bad.”
You shake your head. “No, it’s- it’s not that. It’s just- it's more of a comfort thing. It reminds me of my family because my dad and my cousin are in the ranching business, and this is- the smell of, well the farm, is basically what I grew up with.”
He nods, “okay, good to know I don’t smell too much like shit.”
You chuckle, shaking your head. “Happy to help but I seriously have to go now.”
“Okay.”
You head over to Penny and pay her before saying bye to everyone.
Leonard shakes his head once he sees your car leave. “She sure is something else.” He then heads over to his car, sneakily watching you leave.
-
He spends the night talking to Rick, watching his kids. “So, you gonna ask her out?”
“Me?” Leonard shakes his head, pulling Rick’s youngest, Javy, away from the fence before his beloved (crazy) goat comes over and towards the edge to scare the kids.
The rancher isn't going to have his headbutting, crossed eyed goat injure another one of his friends' kids (even if it's on them because they didn't listen). “I- no.”
“You like her?”
The kids’ “ooh” at their dad’s comment.
“What? No. She’s just- she’s... busy?”
“Excuses.” He pushes himself off the fence, “come on kids. Your uncle needs alone time to process the fact that he’s a wimp.”
The kids mumble wimp under their breaths as they walk by.
He’s left alone with his thoughts.
-
“Did she get offered any drugs today?” Mike asks his nephew.
Tom shakes his head, “no and you know she wouldn’t take anything anyway.”
“She wouldn’t know.”
The blond glances over at the older man.
“Don’t give me that look boy.”
Neither of them says anything else as they go their separate ways before going out to the garage so they can repaint the wall.
Nick and Carole walk to the open space, "hey guys."
"Do you know what got her in such a happy mood today?" Mike asks.
The couple glance at one another.
"When we went to get food, Penny said that one of the new ranchers came in and talked to her, but I don't know what happened," Carole tells him.
"A new rancher?"
She nods. "Yeah, he's the only one here who wears his hat twenty-four seven."
"And you don't know anything about this?" Tom asks Nick.
The mustached man narrows his eyes at him, "if we knew anything else we would have told you."
"I'm just checking, mother Goose. No need to get your p-"
Mike smacks his nephew on the back of his head. "Stop it. Nick take another roll and again, thank you for the food, Carole. If you could just-"
"Set it on the counter for later, I'd be happy to."
"How's life been with the baby?"
"It's been great. I know it makes her sad that we can't bring him around here. All they've wanted since they were kids was for their kids to be friends and hangout all the time."
Mike sighs, "yeah."
Carole sneaks up the stairs to check on you. She barely opens the door and sees you standing there, a smile breaks across her face. She's happy to know that you're safe and sound for another day.
-
The next day is a weird one... for Leonard.
He had no idea what was going to happen when he made his way to the restaurant, and he most certainly wasn’t expecting you to not remember him (and mean it).
Sure, he’s had a few girls say they don’t remember him but after some persuading and mentions of certain clues, they break, this time with you though, not so much.
A few minutes passed after you ran out until someone explained to him why he shouldn’t continue doing what he’s doing.
“Everyone knows but,” Penny sighs. “She was in an accident that killed her mom and left her with what the doctors believe to be permanent brain damage.”
That is the last thing Leonard was expecting to learn about you. “All those light threats make sense now.”
“Now that you know, are you going to keep trying to date her?” Penny asks him. "Because if you’re not and you break her heart, you can just leave now. We won’t tolerate that kind of behavior.”
He nods and finishes his coffee, coming up with a few ideas.
-
Rick lounges on his couch, as usual, and watches as his friend jots down a few things. “You must really like this girl if you’re so willing to do just about anything for her.”
Leonard shrugs, “I don’t think that’s it.”
“Well, you’re doing something really nice for her, someone you’ve met a few times. As for me, your best friend barely gets a birthday card.”
“You’ve been giving yourself your own gift every year.”
“Oh, yeah and what’s that?”
“Your kids.”
“Damn, you’re good.”
-
He sits at the counter in front of the kitchen, waiting for you to come in so he can ask to eat with you.
You enter, at the same time as always, greeting Penny and Pete before sitting down to look at the menu.
He stands up and walks over to you, “hey, is this seat taken?”
You look up from the menu, “yeah, that’s my boyfriend's seat.”
“Oh, it is?”
You nod, “and he won’t be happy to know that some random guy sat there while talking to his girlfriend.”
“What if we say we’re just friends?”
“Are we though? I mean, I don’t even know your name.”
“Leonard.”
“I wasn’t asking. Look, I gotta go.”
Everyone hears the commotion outside and runs out to see what’s happening, Penny and Leonard being the fastest to get outside when they hear your voice.
“It’s not- it’s October thirteenth.”
Nick slams his car door closed before rushing over, wrapping his arms around you, wanting to give you some kind of protection.
Leonard takes a step forward, ready to tell the cop everything when Penny gets to him first.
Pete grabs the cowboy, “you and Goose are gonna take her home. She needs to be with her family right now. She needs comfort.”
He nods, taking his words into consideration.
The boys get you into the car, but the ride home is a blur, you don’t even know if you’ve responded to Leonard.
-
Your father and cousin are outside before you know it.
"What happened?" Mike asks, taking in your state of distress.
Nick looks up at the older man with sad eyes. "She found out again."
He closes his eyes, rubbing his chin.
Tom comes to your other side, the two men helping you inside.
The mustached man stops the rancher before he could step any further onto his front porch. "I'm gonna have to stop you right there."
Leonard furrows his brows. "What do you mean?"
"You being here isn't good for her."
"What does that mean?"
"This is something we've done before. You have never been involved."
"How would you know?"
"You don't know her, and you don't need to concern yourself with her. I'm asking you once and only once. It's time for you to go."
The man turns around, not even waiting to see if he's going to walk away.
Nick peaks through the window, whispering, "what are you doing?"
Leonard rushes closer. "He kicked me out."
"He doesn't want her to be more heartbroken than she is. Are you here for her or for you?"
"What- why are you asking?"
"If you're here because you want to date her, I'll let you in. If not, you can turn your sorry ass around."
He didn't even have to hesitate. "Open the door."
The blond smiles and lifts the windowpane higher. "You said you'd open the door."
"I'd like to not have my ass kicked too bad, thank you."
He rolls his eyes and crawls through, listening to your cries as you listen to what you went through again.
"Can we- I want to talk to the doctor." You quietly hiccup, "I'm sure I've already talked to him but let me go again. Please?" You ask your father.
He nods and you all are off to the facility you were in for some time after your accident.
-
"It's the same thing I've told you before," Dr. Simpson finishes.
You nod, "I'm sure you have, and I appreciate you taking the time to explain it to me again."
Leonard and Nick were stuck talking to one of the patients, (ten second) Sam.
"Hi, I'm Sam."
They nod and introduce themselves to him and continue to do so until Tom grabs them by their collars, hauling them out of the building.
"You two idiots wanted to stay. Stop getting distracted."
-
Once you got home, you decided to go to your room and write in your journal, needing to process everything.
"Would it- could I go talk to her?"
Mike silently nods.
"Go get 'em, tiger."
Nick averts his gaze your dad's stern look.
-
He knocks on the door, waiting for you to answer as he removes his hat.
The door swings open.
You stare at him through your lashes. "What do you want?"
"To talk. Check on you."
"I'm fine. Go home. I'd say I'll talk to you tomorrow, but I'll forget you by midnight." You walk back into your room, leaving the door open.
He takes that as an invitation and enters. "I- uh-"
"I don't want you to feel like you have to stay after everything you’ve learned. I would understand if you didn't want to talk anymore."
"No!" He nearly screams before realizing his mistake and sits down. "I mean, I don't mind it. This- your twenty-four-hour memory is no problem. I- I actually think you're worth getting to know, every day."
You don't give him a verbal response as you nod, unsure of how to respond.
As you two bask in the silence, the other's downstairs are preparing for the next day.
-
“You coming to the garage or are you going to call Carole?” Tom asks him after his uncle walks out of the room.
“What do you think?”
Your cousin rolls his eyes, “still as lazy as the day I met you.”
“Hey, I am offended.”
“Good.”
Nick shakes his head, mumbling a variety of comebacks that he would never say out loud because he values his life.
-
Leonard reaches around, rubbing your shoulder, not realizing the time or what’s about to happen.
You wake, opening your eyes and start screaming, alerting everyone in the house.
Tom and Mike make it to your room in no time.
The older man hauls the rancher out of your room and out of the house. “I thought I told you to stay away.”
“You might have.”
“Then why aren’t you?”
“Sir, I really care about your daughter and honestly, the thought of showing her how much I care about her everyday sounds-”
“Like you’ve got some kind of ulterior motive.”
“That hurts. No, I mean, telling her every day that I care for her and making her fall for me again and again. I can’t explain it but, I know I’m the right guy for her. Everyone here cares for her and I’d like to count myself lucky enough to be a part of that community. I know you think I’m messing with her but that’s not true and even if you push me away, I will still be here and continue to stand by her.”
Mike has a lot to think about now.
He nods, “don’t come around today. She needs time to heal and take it all in, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m sure I'll hear from you later. Now go.”
Leonard smiles as he leaves. He spends the day making a gift, as a precaution he doesn’t come by for a couple of days.
Leonard has a lot of things to think about.
If he stays and builds a relationship with you, he’s going to be putting his dreams on the back burner; something he’s had his mind set on for a long, long time now.
Can he, do it?
Is it worth it?
As much as it hurts him to think about, he needs to. But then he thinks of you again and it is.
He makes a mental note to email his response.
-
He knocks on the door and Tom answers it. “You’re back? I thought you decided to leave.”
The rancher shakes his head, “nope. Can’t get rid of me that easily. I- uh- I actually made something and I want to play it for her. I don’t know if it’ll help but, you never know.”
He steps aside, giving Leonard enough room to walk by.
“Thanks.”
You and your father enter the living room, seeing him placing the tape in the VHS player.
The tape plays before either of you could ask what's going on.
Your name flashes across the screen, drawing your attention along with mentions of the accident and Bradley, Carole and Nick's son who's four now.
You touch the scar hidden by your hair.
Tom stands back, waiting for what you decide to do.
Mike rubs his hand across his face. "Did you do this?"
He nods. "I did."
You take a deep breath and grab his arm, bringing him with you.
-
"Where are we going?"
You don't answer him.
"Should I be worried?"
You stop in front of your car. "Do you ever shut up?"
"I could."
"Do it now."
"Stop being mean to me or I swear I'm gonna fall in love with you."
You roll your eyes. "I need to talk to you, and I don't want to do it with my guard dogs nearby."
"Oh, sure."
He opens the door for you, earning a furrowed brow look from you.
You don't say anything as you drive to the one place no one knows about.
"Are we-"
"The accident site, yeah. I didn’t know that at the time but now that I do, it doesn't change the special value it holds."
"That's good." He turns to you, seeing the way you're staring at him. "What?"
"We need to end this."
"End what?"
"You know what."
"Honestly, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Leonard-"
He cuts you off before you can continue. "You remember my name?"
"If you'd let me get a word in, you'd know that the only reason I know of you is because I have a journal. I've been keeping notes of everything, I just- I never realized it."
"And that means we need to not see each other anymore?"
"Exactly."
"Why?"
"You."
"I'm not following."
"You," you close your eyes, huffing through your nose. "You're so sweet and have been since we first met but you're going to get hurt."
"What makes you think that?"
"You've stayed longer than any guy ever has but to do this every day is just- I know it's a lot."
"It's nothing."
"See, that!" You point at him. "That right there is exactly why I'm ending this. You've got such a pure heart and I can't be the reason it breaks when you realize it's not worth it to stay."
"Who's to say that I'll stop feeling what I do?"
You avoid eye contact as your tears blur your vision. "You will, just like I know how my father and Tom are tired of it. They'll never admit it, but everyone has their breaking point and I think us meeting and seeing each other has pushed theirs. I'm really sorry, I like you. I do but I'm doing this to protect us."
You offer him a weak smile as the tears spill from your eyes and down your cheeks.
Before you leave to go back inside, you hand him your journal.
He pulls you back and kisses you.
Your first kiss with one another and it's amazing but can't last forever.
You pull away, walking inside with heavy steps; barely able to keep yourself together.
Tom nor Mike stops you, but they do make sure to call Nick and Carole, knowing you'll need a good day tomorrow even if you don't remember it.
-
Leonard doesn't come into the diner for a few days.
Carole sits with you at your job while Rick, Nick, and Pete drive Mike and Tom to see him off.
"What are you guys doing here?"
"We couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye," Rick tells him.
"That's nice but how do you know these guys?" Leonard points between the guys in the group.
"We used to work together before I decided to settle down," his friend explains.
"Is that what you've been telling people?" Pete asks, staring at the man with a confused expression.
Rick glances at the man, "what are you talking about? Of course, that's what I've been telling people. It's the truth."
Pete shrugs, "I just thought-"
"Thought what?"
Nick smacks the two across the back of their heads. "Alright you idiots, there's a time and a place to talk about this. Now is not it."
The two grumbled, rubbing the now sore spot.
"We came here to talk to Wolfman before he left."
"You told them?"
"We all worked for him," Rick points to Mike. "Of course, I'm going to tell them."
"Anyway," the oldest chimes in. "We're here to send you off but not before giving you this." He hands him a CD.
"Really?" The rancher asks, not understanding the sentimental thought behind it just yet.
Mike nods, "I think you'll like it. Check side B, song four. Everything will make sense after that." The older man walks away, letting the others take their time in following.
Nick pats Leonard on the back, saluting him before wishing him luck. "I wish you luck, my friend."
"I'm pretty sure you just jinxed me."
"That's for the theater and you're going to need it one way or another."
The rancher frowns.
Pete chuckles, "you really leaving?"
The blond shrugs. "What else can I do? She told me she doesn't want me, and I can't force myself into her life, you know. Whether she remembers me or not. I'm going to respect her decision."
"That's really nice of you, not everyone would do that."
"I keep telling you I'm not like everyone."
"And I understand why. You're going to do great, kid."
The man in the cowboy hat purses his lips as his brows knit together in confusion. "If I'm not mistaken, we're the same age."
"Potato, potahtoe."
"Not the same."
Pete smirks and slaps his arm before jogging to Mike's car.
"You really want to leave?" Rick asks, standing beside him, resting his arms on the fence. "Because I'm not buying this whole "I can do this" thing. I mean, from what I've heard it sounds like you love her but who am I to assume."
Leonard shakes his head, "you heard wrong."
"That's a load of bull and you know it."
"You'll never know."
"The kids are going to miss you."
"They'll find something else to occupy them."
“You know they won’t.”
“Whatever you say, man.”
Rick’s hand hovers over his friend’s shoulder, he doesn’t pat him like everyone else had (knowing he’ll be back in no time). “You’re an idiot.”
Leonard lets out a dry, “thanks.”
Tom gives him a knowing look, “you know I’m right.”
“If you’re just going to be a jerk, leave with the others. I don’t want to talk to you.”
“You said you were going to stay by her side no matter what. What happened to that guy?”
“She made the decision. She doesn’t want me around; thinks she’s going to save me from heartache or something.”
“You’re an idiot.” Tom walks away, leaving him with his thoughts.
Leonard shakes his head, not understanding half of what just happened; all he knows is that he’s offended. He hops in his truck, his heart heavy and mind full of useless thoughts; he places the CD in the car player.
Half forgetting he’s had the damn thing this whole time and never once thought to use it. He skips to the song Mike told him to play.
He’s barely on the road for ten minutes and gets out of his thoughts, his fingers stop tapping along to the beat on the steering wheel when he slams on the brakes. “Holy shit! Holy- no way. No way!”
His smile is as wide as can be. “I knew the old man liked me.”
He turns the car around and heads towards the office you visited when you were told about the accident again.
-
He runs through the door, trying to sneak in by the security guards before anyone can kick him out.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” He turns to face them, removing his hat.
He shrugs, not saying a word.
Maybe playing dumb would be easier?
The taller of the two stares at him with raised brows as his partner takes in Leonard’s appearance. “Go on in.”
Ron turns to Charles, “what’s wrong with you? What if he was a murderer or some psycho?”
“Did he look like a psycho to you?”
“No but-”
“But nothing. I got good vibes from him.”
“What did you smoke for breakfast?”
“I’m not answering that,” Charles says, checking the computer for today’s schedule.
“If someone gets murdered, I’m not protecting you.”
“Dick move.”
“Cya, man.”
“What?”
Ron pats his shoulder, “cover your ass. I’d remember that if I were you.”
-
Leonard runs into the room, eyes scanning all around and over anyone in the room, only to not find you, for the moment.
He wanders further into the room, tempted to ask around when he sees ten second Sam and decides not to, there’s too much time that could be wasted and he can’t waste a second right now.
You turn the corner, not noticing him as you help someone outline the outline of their sketch.
A voice calls out to you, and you turn, finding him.
“Hi? Do you- nevermind, stupid question. Could I- uh- could I talk to you for a minute?” He asks.
You know everyone here will be fine for a few minutes. You hesitate to answer him. “I- we can- just- just follow me.”
-
You two stand in your special art room. “Have we met before?”
His chin juts out. “What?” His eyes wander around the room, finally understanding.
“As you can see, I’ve seen you before. I mean, I know I’ve talked to you, but I don’t remember it. You- you haunt my dreams. I’ve seen us in my favorite restaurant, as if we were on a date and- and I don’t know if it was real or not.” He can see how it’s wracking your brain to try and remember something that won’t be there.
He nods, “we have. We’ve met a few times.”
“That’s all you’re going to say?”
He holds a journal in front of you, “if you really want to find out, read this. It’ll tell you everything.”
You stare at the cover, wondering if you should read it or not.
You hold it close to your chest and stretch your hand out for him. “Hi.”
He raises his brow but shakes your hand. “Hi?”
“We’re starting over.”
“Oh, that makes more sense.”
The door opens, “Hi, “I’m Sam.”
You purse your lips, trying to hold in your laughter.
“And our special moment has a little twist.”
“Leave Sam out?”
He nods, “we’re leaving him out.”
You nod and slowly remove your hand from his. “Hi, I’m Sam.”
“I swear to-”
-
You push open the door and cover your eyes when the sun hits you. Leonard turns around and smiles at the sight of you looking as beautiful as always. “Hey, you’re up.”
You nod, your eyes landing on your precious baby boy, Jake, pretending to be like his dad with ranching.
“How are you feeling this morning?”
Your daughter, Natasha, runs over to you with her arms open for a hug.
Everyone always says that a mother and her child share a special bond, in this case it’s true because you open your arms and scoop her up, holding her close to you, even if it is a little strange just finding out she’s your daughter after watching the video Leonard made for you.
“I’m okay, a little weird this morning.”
“I don’t blame you.”
You tilt your head up at him, staring at him like you’re trying to memorize his face. “I think Tom’s doing things he shouldn’t.”
He turns around, finding your cousin doing the exact opposite of what he told him to and hands Jake to your father so he can help your cousin from messing up his ranch (any more than he already has). “Son of a-”
“Language!” You and Mike shout.
“I wasn’t going to actually say it,” Leonard tells you two.
You and your dad share a look. “He’s your husband, you take care of it.” And he walks away.
“So rude,” you mumble to yourself.
“Hey guys!” Nick and Carole wave as Bradley runs towards Natasha (who hasn’t left your side until this moment).
You smile and wave back, hugging Carole tightly.
“Let's go inside and see what you have in your kitchen for breakfast.”
You lean in closer to her, whispering, “does he ever eat? I swear he is always raiding my pantry.”
“Fast metabolism.”
“I don’t buy it.”
“Can I tell you something?” She asks.
You nod.
“Neither do I.”
-
You, Carole, and Nick grimace at the sight of Leonard's friend and his coworker-
"Can they eat each other's faces somewhere else?" Nick mumbles. "I'm trying to eat here."
You and her share a look.
"You're still eating," his wife points out.
He shrugs. "I can't pass up when Sundown cooks. That'd be like disrespecting Penny."
Leonard walks through the door and grimaces. "You two need to stop trying to eat each other and enjoy breakfast. This is not what I imagined when I suggested you two go out."
Charlotte and Rick part from one another, offering weak apologies.
You and Carole can't help but laugh.
The rancher turns around at the sound of your laughter and knows that he wouldn’t trade this for the world.
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Incredible Eyes
Trouble (Sheriff!Jeremy)
Imagine: Attending a Jeremy concert without knowing it's him...
Run To You (professor!Jeremy) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]
bad idea right? (Female OFC)
Jeremy song fics masterlist
Clint Barton
I Need Therapy
Hide and Seek
Rise Up (Clintasha)
Mike McLusky
Sacrifice (male OFC)
Come as You Are (female OFC)
Chris Evans
I Recommend a Daddy
Pity Party
Lessons in Love
Other Jeremy characters
Unnamed [renamed it No Lie] (William Brandt)
Runaway (You and I) (Jerry Pierce) - 1 | 2
The Riddle (Penn) - 1 | 2
Waking the Witch (Non-Vampire!Penn)
I Am The Law (Brian Gamble)
The Bodyguard (William Brandt)
War and Peace (And Love) (Sergeant James) - 1 | 2
Kids (Mark "Dags" D'Agastino)
Misc characters/actors
Band of Gold (Lance Tucker)
Orange Juice (Ransom Drysdale/Charles Blackwood) - 1 | 2 [DISCONTINUED]
Walking on the Moon (Ian Donnelly/James Mace/Chris Beck) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]
Perception and Mischief (Loki Laufeyson) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]
Soldat? (Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton)
Knowing Me, Knowing You (Jake Jensen)
When The Party's Over (Ransom Drysdale)
Invisible Touch (human!Vision)
S Is For... Something Else? (Andy Barber)
Quarantined (Avengers cast) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]
Unnamed (Charles Xavier)
You Got Me Twisted (Ransom Drysdale)
Say So (Colin Shea)
Class Fight (Kyle - The Perfect Score)
Tainted Love (Jake Wyler)
The Distance (John Doe - Twisted Metal series)
Asks
Will Brandt headcanon - Patching each other up after a fight
Chris Evans headcanon - Taking care of you after a rough day
Hansel headcanon - Going on a witch hunt with Hansel
Fic request - Jeremy and the reader on a Zoom call in quarantine
Ransom headcanon - Falling in love for the first time
Fic request - Cornelia Street (Steve Rogers)
Ransom headcanon - Mean daddy with naive!reader
#masterlist#jeremy renner#chris evans#marvel#mayor of kingstown#hettiesworld#clint barton x reader#clint barton#sebastian stan
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Hi! I’m trying to befriend my favourite mutuals so I’m asking a bunch of questions to get to know you all better
What was/is your favourite subject in school? Were/are you good at it?
What country do you live in? What do you like/dislike about it?
Are you currently writing/planning an original story? If so, what is it about?
What genres of media do you usually consume? What books would you recommend to people?
What is your favourite poison?
what is your favourite method of murder (both to read about and what you would actually use)?
What patterns do you usually notice in the people that you hang out with?
Can I message you?
i. it depends, if you're talking elementary & middle school then english & lit hands down, but in high school it was the natural sciences: earth sciences, biology, ecology. i had great teachers for science in high school and i liked the way we did the classwork so i pulled good grades. the material itself was interesting too (i got to run around in the grass chasing butterflies with a net! we had microscopes!) and it didn't hurt that i had half the football team at least in my class and i somehow managed to get Gangsta Points(tm) with these kids for having lived on the south side of chicago as a little kid, so i managed to be cool for once.
ii. currently i live in the united states. there's so much to hate here; i'll list the one that's been dragging us most lately: privatized healthcare. as for things i like though, living in a corner of the country bordered by cryptid legends to the north (point pleasant's mothman) and west (the kelly-hopkinsville and hellier goblins), and the above-zero-fahrenheit winters, those aren't bad.
iii. i am currently working on some original projects, yes. i have three different main/major ideas but the one i'm focusing on most right now is the savage stars, which is book one of a duology i'm calling crater of grace. it has a series of short stories on ao3 if you want to check it out. it has holly black-inspired urban fantasy elements tucked into a grungy solarpunk space opera setting; i like to describe it as, "imagine if six of crows and star trek had a baby."
iv. i love sci-fi, fantasy, historical, murder mystery, and spicy queer romance. i especially like it when you get two or three or more of those genres combined. i do also love a good gothic horror novel. the books i'll always push at people are shirley jackson's we have always lived in the castle, heidi heilig's the girl from everywhere (as a standalone, the sequel is dead to me), kj charles's a charm of magpies, freya marske's the last binding, and any of anne perry's thomas pitt or william monk mysteries: anne is a classic in the victorian gothic crime novel genre.
v. i like Amanita phalloides, otherwise known as the death cap mushroom, purely because merricat blackwood does too and she is to me what hannibal is to a lot of other people. for legal reasons i do not mean this seriously.
vi. curse. definitely by laying a curse. send the hat man after this dude. literally kill him with the stuff of his own nightmares. but trapping him in a bell tower with the bells as they ring a la the nine tailors wouldn't be bad either.
vii. most of my friends are either queer or nerds or neurodivergent or all of the above. i have a surprising number of friends who are catholic. i do not know nearly enough goths which is a shame.
viii. yes. so long as it's not weirdly sexual or to plot a crime other than piracy, yes.
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A year ago I chose to rejoin Tumblr. I honestly didn’t know what to expect. I mainly joined because I wanted to be able to read/write some fics, but what ended up happening was I found a community. I made friends that I couldn’t imagine my life without. I’m so thankful for each and every one of my followers/friends. You all have made this past year amazing. It’s been a hard year for me mentally/physically and you all have made it a lot easier, so thank you for being my escape.
In celebration of my anniversary I’ll be holding a sleepover this weekend. What does the sleepover entail?
❀ Send me a moodboard requests. Any AU or storyline is allowed! (Dark, fluff, etc.)
Characters to choose from:
Bucky Barnes
Steve Rogers
Nick Fowler
Mickey Henry
Lee Bodecker
Steve Kemp
Carter Baizen
Jefferson
Destroyer Chris
Charles Blackwood
Lance Tucker
Scott Huffman
Stucky
✿ Send me a drabble request for one of the characters above. Again, anything goes for them. Dark is welcomed!
❁Ask me some would you rather questions…
The sleepover will run from Friday, June 24th - Monday, June 27th.
Tagging Mutuals: @destroyer-chris @beelicious-barnes @navybrat817 @jobean12-blog @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @dreamlessinparis @tumblin-theworldaway @the-garden-of-tulips @sgt-seabass @buckyangel @buckydaddy @theluxuriousfangirl @fluffycutecevans @littlelioncub43 @lil-nas-z @midnightf @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky @purpleshallot
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I love that all of us are like yes this Chris character suits this Sebastian character and the fact it’s been happening for a few years at this point is amazing.
It's the best ❤️🔥 I was talking (yelling?) to @cable-knit-sweater just the other day, about how crazy and amazing it is that literally any version of Chris could go with any version of Sebastian, because somehow, they just work together. It's that insane chemistry of theirs, as well as something about the way they look which complements each other perfectly. I've probably also conditioned myself to some extent to see and believe this lol, but I also genuinely think there's just something about these two together that's special. And like you said, the fact that this fandom as a whole loves its Chris x Sebastian characters ships proves that!
Some pairings work extra well, of course. Stucky is the quintessential Chris/Seb ship - they're untouchable, that goes without saying. But there are also some great other pairings, like Ransom Drysdale & Charles Blackwood, Frank Adler (or Andy Barber) & TJ Hammond, Lucas Lee & Lance Tucker, Nick Vaughan & Josh Brummel, Lloyd Hansen & Nick Fowler, and Ari Levinson & Destroyer!Chris (or one of Sebastian's pretty boy characters, like Will Franklyn or Billy from Gone).
They all work really well together, and they all capture my interest and imagination, even though I very much consider myself a monoshipper. I'll never ship another pairing of theirs like I ship Stucky (or Chris and Seb themselves), but yeah, stick two characters played by these boys together, and something beautiful and captivating will happen every single time imo 💕
#this is such an interesting phenomenon to me#I couldn't care less about most other ships out there with two characters played by two objectively hot men#it's not about that#it's very specifically about chris and seb and the way they *work* together for me#chris x sebastian characters#stucky#evanstan#minnie answers
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Sexy Break » Charles Blackwood
Pairings: Charles Blackwood x Maid!Reader
Summary: Charles convinces Y/N to take a break.
Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names (darling, sweetheart)
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
Charles stood in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you clean up from breakfast. He couldn’t help but let his eyes roam your body. He shamelessly stared at your breasts as you bent over the table to wipe it down, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage.
“Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Blackwood?” You asked, looking up at him.
“No I’m good, but I can help you with something.” Charles says.
You furrowed your eyebrows. He pushes himself off of the doorframe and approaches you. You watched as he walked behind you.
“Mr. Blackwood, what are you— oh!” You gasped when you felt Charles press his bulge against your ass.
“Take a break.” He whispers in your ear, sending shivers through your body.
Charles’s hand found the bottom of your dress and slid his hand underneath it. His hand glided against your thigh, stopping at your panties. You gasped again when you felt his fingers against your wet panties.
“Do you trust me, sweetheart?” He asks, kissing your neck.
“Y-Yes.” You stuttered.
Charles bent you over the table and bunched your dress up above your hips, revealing your black lace panties to him. You looked over your shoulder to see him unbuckling his belt and undid the button and zipper of his pants. He pulled out his hard cock, making you gasp at his size. Charles pushed your panties to the side and rubbed the tip of his cock in between your wet folds, smearing your wetness and his precum together.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, darling that you’ll be wanting more.” Charles says in almost a whisper, kissing below your ear.
Your hands grasped the edge of the table when you felt his cock slip past your tight entrance. Your jaw dropped, inaudible moans leaving your lips as his cock stretched your pussy. The sting of the stretch hurt, but it was also pleasurable.
“Mr. Blackwood…” You breathed.
“Call me Charles, sweetheart.” He tells you.
His hands grasped your hips and started thrusting. His thrusts started off slow and got faster. The sound of skin slapping filled the kitchen. You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning too loudly.
“Moan for me, darling. Let me hear those pretty sounds you make.” Charles says.
You parted your lips to allow moans to leave them.
“There we go. Good girl.” He praises. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He says.
“Mhmm yes!” You moaned.
One of his hands left your hip to reach around to your front to rub your clit, applying a lot of pressure causing your cunt to clench around his cock.
“Fuck…” Charles moans.
His tip hit your sweet spot causing your jaw drop and your eyes to flutter shut.
“Right there!” You tell him.
“That your little spot, darling?” Charles asks.
You moaned and nodded your head yes. Charles continued to hit your sweet spot repeatedly causing your pussy to squeeze around his cock.
“I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that, sweetheart.” He says, followed by a moan.
The more his fingers rubbed your clit and his tip hit your sweet spot made your orgasm start to build up.
“Charles…” You moaned.
“Yes, darling? Tell me what you need.” He says.
“More!” You begged.
Charles’s thrusts sped up. His thrust were now faster and harder causing your orgasm to build up even more.
“I’m close!” You moaned.
“Give it to me, sweetheart.” Charles moans, not too far behind you.
Your jaw dropped, his name left your lips in a moan as you came harder than ever. Charles’s thrusts became sloppy as he came inside of you, painting your walls. He thrusted a few more times before coming to a stop. You two stood there panting for a moment before he pulled out of you and tucked his cock back inside of his pants and put your panties back into place and fixed the skirt of your dress.
“You ok, sweetheart?” He asks, helping you stand up straight.
“Mmm yes.” You hummed.
Charles leaned his head down, capturing your lips in a much needed kiss causing you to moan against his lips.
“Meet me in my room tonight.” Charles says with a wink before walking out of the kitchen, leaving you hot and bothered and wanting more.
💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛
-Bucky’s Doll
#charles blackwood#we have always lived in the castle#sebastian stan#sebastian stan characters#charles blackwood x female reader#charles blackwood x reader#charles blackwood x y/n#charles blackwood x you#charles blackwood smut#charles blackwood one shot#charles blackwood imagine
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Mean step dad Charles blackwood x bratty reader where she teases him by kitten licking his cock until he gets mad and starts fucking her face and teaches her a lesson, with rough oral sex and spit kink and choking kink + humiliation/degradation 😋😋
Charles Blackwood x Reader; rough oral sex, choking, humiliation, degradation, spit kink
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
"How many licks does it take to get the cream in the center?" you asked teasingly, licking at Charles' tip. "One, two, three..." you trailed off, grinning up at him.
"You think you're funny baby? I'll fucking show you what I find funny," he hissed, grabbing your head as your eyes widened, shoving his dick in your mouth until you were gagging, tears springing to your eyes as you choked. "Aw little baby's crying, that's what I think is funny. Can't even take a simple cock down the throat, that's hilarious."
Charles used his grip on your head to forcibly move your mouth up and down his cock, ignoring your spluttering and hands pulling at his. You gave up, sitting limply as he used you, trying not to throw up as you gagged around his cock.
"Fucking choking on my cock, imagine if you passed out from sucking dick, wouldn't that be funny? I think that'd be funny," Charles said, holding you down on his dick, longer this time. You started scrambling, feeling your chest tighten as you choked.
Charles kept one hand on your head, keeping you in place, the other traveling to your throat, feeling where he was inside it, pressing down, choking you from the outside too.
Spots danced in your vision and you went slack, just as Charles released you. You gasped, slumped on the floor. Charles quickly stroked his dick, coming all over you.
"A slut, covered in cum, on the floor. That's the funniest thing of all," Charles said, spitting on you and going back to his book as you caught your breath, chest heaving.
#charles blackwood#charles blackwood smut#charles blackwood x reader#charles blackwood x you#charles blackwood x y/n#smut#no y/n
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Lowkey curious how you'd style Lee Bodecker :) I'm so uncreative, I can't imagine him outside of his uniform👀
Oooo I'd love to gove you a visual
Think Charles Blackwood but a little more rugged. He likes basic, simple prints and colors with the exception of some items in his wardrobe.
Lee on the weekend:
#im literally so fucking triggered by the pic of him drinking milk from the carton#i will punch you in the throat boy dont test me#anyway! clothes#sheriff lee bodekcer#sheriff daddy bodecker#fashion friday#fashion talks with k#fashion asks
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Could Never Forget
Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Reader
Words: 486
Warnings: Flirting, nerves, and light (but still sexy) smut (kissing, fingering). 18+ ONLY.
A/N: For Day 3 of @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love in Bloom, and today’s prompt is Forget-me-nots, representing, well, forget-me-not. I always love writing Charles, I hope you enjoy! 😘
Gif by @coporolight
My blog is an 18+ space, do not click ‘keep reading’ if you are under 18.
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You stood outside just after dinner, by the gardens, looking over a patch of forget-me-nots, as the sun started to make its path downwards. The soft blue blossoms were comforting, easing the noise of the party in your ears. You weren't sure why you had come today, you knew you would see him, but at the same time you couldn't stay away. The low timbre of his voice soon interrupted your thoughts.
“Beautiful, aren't they darling.” Your breath caught as you turned to face him, looking as handsome as the day you’d met him. Well fitted suit, perfectly combed hair and piercing blue eyes, he held the air of a man confident in himself, something you had always found attractive about him.
“Charles.” He held your gaze as he approached, finally dropping it to the flowers before you, reaching out to brush his fingers over them. Your heart pounded in your chest and you couldn’t help but take in every gorgeous detail of him as he stood beside you. His eyes sparkled as he looked from the flowers back to you, taking another step closer until he was only inches away from you, looking down at you as you tried to find your voice.
“Beautiful, just like you.”
“Charles, I-, it’s so very nice to see you. It’s been a long time.” Charles hummed, his eyes trailing down, lingering on your lips before he took in the rest of you. “I thought you had maybe forgotten me.” You nibbled your lip nervously, your gaze cast downward, staring at the blue flowers again. They swayed in the light breeze, and you thought about how they never had to worry about things like love and feelings and relationships. Charles interrupted your thoughts with a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.
“I could never forget about you my darling. And if you don’t believe me, I’ll just have to show you.”
Later that night, when the moonlight shone over the grounds, you found yourself outside again, this time towards the edge of the property where Charles had you pushed up against a sturdy oak tree, kissing you senseless. He'd always known how to make you fall apart in his hands, and now as his fingers trailed teasingly up your inner thigh beneath your skirt, you couldn't help yourself, his name on your lips as you begged him for more.
“I’ve never forgotten you darling. Did you forget about me?” You answered breathlessly, your breath ragged as his fingers brushed over your center, rubbing you through the thin fabric of your panties. He remembered your body as if you’d never been apart at all.
“No, never.” He hummed again, his voice a husky whisper in your ear, and you could hear the grin in his words as he pushed your panties aside and slowly slid a finger into you.
“Hmm. That’s what I thought.”
#charles blackwood x reader#charles blackwood#rwlc love in bloom challenge#charles blackwood imagines#we have always lived in the castle#charles blackwood x you#charles blackwood x y/n
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Charles Blackwood's reaction when you accidentally call him 'daddy' lmaooo
Warnings: daddy kink, implied smut
Authors Notes: oh oh oh you asked for it anon!!! 😆
You’re not sure what got into you. Why or how it was even possible for you to get so lost in the moment. There was just something about Charles that pulled you towards him, you noticed it from the second he entered the double doors.
His caramelised fluffy hair gave you all kinds of dirty thoughts, you imagined yourself pulling those strands when he hit a particular deep spot between your legs with his ringed fingers. Or the way his biceps flexed with each button he did up.
Charles was a walking dream, the kind of boy your mama told you about. The kind of boy who would be nothing but trouble and the kind of boy you should run away from.
“Y/N?” Charles snapped his beautiful fingers in your face. You blink and look around the room, remembering where you are. You hadn’t realised you were so zoned out.
“Yes?” Your mind was foggy. It felt as if you were walking on dream clouds.
“I asked you a question, kitten. Can you do something for me?” Charles purred. His index finger tracing your jawbone and the sensation sent a shiver down by your spine despite the hot summer’s day.
“Yes daddy.” You clamp a hand over your mouth as soon as the words left your lips. They seem to have taken Charles by surprise judging by the way he was sipping the tea you made him not long ago. “I’m sorry.” Your cheeks flushed, your heart thudding against your rib cage and your head became so light you were afraid you might pass out.
“What for kitten?” Your eyes are drawn to the way his tongue dances across his bottom lip. It’s that pull you were thinking about earlier. Everything he did, you became mesmerised.
“For-for calling you....Um...”
“Say it again.” Charles sets the cup and saucer down on the dining table. His hands grasping your smaller ones. “Say it again.” He demands a second time. Your sigh turns into a shudder. Your heart pumping in your own ears and your thoughts are all over the place. The touch of his hands sends little bolts of lightning through your body.
“Daddy.” It comes out as a whisper and Charles groans from what that one word. His hand guiding yours towards his crotch. An unexpected gasp from you from his very obvious arousal.
“I want you to call me that when we’re alone.” It’s more of a demand than a request. You nod slowly, Charles smirking as he pulls you with him up the stairs and into the privacy of his own bedroom.
It’s not just you who feels that pull. Charles has had his eyes on you since he saw you.
SSC Taglist: @nikkixostan
#charles blackwood x reader#charles blackwood x you#Charles Blackwood x y/n#charles blackwood smut#charles blackwood#smutty#Drabble#imagines#fanficfion#fanfic#drabbles#Charles blackwood imagines#Charles Blackwood imagine#Charles Blackwood fan fiction#writing
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working on it
main masterlist
this is a list of all my wips (including requests) so we can all be on the same page in regards to what i have coming up 🖤
*these aren’t in any particular order - as you guys know, i write what i have inspiration to write and not in order of when requests were received or series were updated.* if you don't see your request on here, and did not get a response from me letting you know i'd be unable to write it, then i didn't receive it. feel free to send it in again if you'd like.
i saw @sweetpeapod’s “to do list” and it’s such a great idea i literally never would’ve thought to make one myself so all credit to her for this! 🥰
updated: 06/06/23
legend: actively writing • on hold/writer’s block • haven’t started
series
bucky barnes:
if i could - chapter five
keeping secrets - chapter seven
stucky:
trust me - chapter two
drabbles, one shots or continuations (not series)
andy barber:
waiting - pt 2
dark!professor andy
bucky barnes:
soft!dark bucky - basement wife
dark!brat tamer bucky
you can’t - pt 2
dark!ex bucky - pregnant reader (might not end up dark lolll)
when a stranger calls bucky
yandere mechanic bucky
“enemies” to lovers bucky
iou - pt 2…possible miniseries
enemies to lovers - one bed trope
die happy - chubby!reader
first time for everything - drabble
call it what you want to - pt 2
mean!bucky one shot
duke!bucky x duchess!reader (soft!dark?)
pro wrestler!bucky
charles blackwood:
dark!charles halloween fic
lee bodecker:
dark!lee - traveling!reader
dark!lee - salem witch trial
lloyd hansen:
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ransom drysdale:
delivery - one shot
mean!ransom one shot
nick fowler:
dark!nick - daddy’s dead - one shot
steve kemp:
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steve rogers:
mean!steve one shot
stucky:
dark! road trip fic (two stories in one/choose your own adventure)
royalty au
fumbling - drabble
fawn - pt 2
requests
humble request to the queen of my lil dark heart for your sluttiest a/b/o with your man of choice inspired by ‘hurt you’ by the weeknd 🖤
bucky barnes:
request/imagine: mafia bucky x reader where bucky is very obviously obsessed/infatuated with the reader and just wants her to be his but she plays hard to get (for some time) and starts hanging out with other men so he gets jealous and punishes her (smut if you want with degradation/humiliation kink idk💀) very new to tumblr so idk if im doing this right or not. thank you! 💘
Dearie write some angry seggs with Bucky barnes
Scenario 5 10 17 22 please & Dialogue prompts 32 and 38 please with bucky 😭 he’s a total grinch throughout but seeing the reader happy makes him happy and I love the grumpy x sunshine trope🤤😮💨
Hey yo! I'm not sure if you're still accepting Christmas prompts or anything (I've absolutely loved reading them) But I've been listening to this song on repeat and idk, I can just imagine the reader singing it to Buck on their first christmas together, and him falling even more in love with them. Anywho, happy holidays, can't wait to read anything and everything you bless us all with 🥰❤️🎄
What would have happened in a AU version of your dark biker Bucky finding his soulmate finally…and also meeting her husband?
What if the reader had a really toxic husband who wouldn’t let her go or let their divorce proceed unless she cheated on him? Only the man she picks for her affair, Bucky Barnes, is WAY worse than her husband and she doesn’t realize until it’s too late? (No idea though if this is like a mobster Bucky or Winter Solider or some other profession)
a bucky fic of any length based on this text exchange with my husband (who’s deployed) ((i’m the red bubble lol)) 🥹 you work is magic so i trust however you wanna take this
Bellllaaaaa hiiii:) I’m hooked on biker/bartender bucky(even tattoo artist bucky) with fucking Tats right now and I’d totally love if you could maybe write him and chubby/plus sized reader having a flirty relationship, maybe they’re like a fling or something. She works at his bar/tattoo shop, whichever au you pick, and they’re just fucking flirty and so naughty together lol. Smut is always welcomed!! Thank u bby in advance<3 mwahhh🥺💋
Was curious if you could do a TFAWS Bucky request? Reader is a curvy plus size gal, and Sam has been trying and trying to get Bucky to ask her out. Then one day, he finds her really upset and self conscious… He finally lets his true feelings show, trying to make her feel better… maybe it turns into more? 👀🥰 Like…. ‘Let me just show you how beautiful you are..’ kinda thing lol. I really hope that made sense ☠️☠️
charles blackwood:
Hello there I want to ask... Do you still write Charles blackwood x reader fanfic? It has to be very romantic but very naughty. Charles being very sexy and dominating. It is also the reader's very first time with him too. Can it include a photo of Charles as well? Thanks x
max burnett:
Hi can I request a max Burnett x plus!size reader.
nick fowler:
Okay, speaking of thots, having the Nick Fowler says something sexy in Romanian and leaves gifs back-to-back with the 'no, I'm not okay; I should be sucking his dick rn" thot was— 🥵 Think you could combine those two into a little (or big, would not complain 😉) something something? 😘🤍 👉🏻👈🏻
I’m reading a book about the history evolution of dating, and it has this section on sugar daddies and babies. Apparently a lot of sugar babies are warned not to fall for their daddies, but the women report that usually it’s the other way around and the men fall for them. So what about a soft dark mafia Nick who quickly gets obsessed with his sugar baby reader? He just get more intense the more she denies an emotion connection because it’s just bad business on her end.
pwyc! bucky:
Hi I loved your Pretty when you cry series read it twice already and you did a amazing job 🥰 I was wondering if you could write the reader from that series being catcalled by some creep and dark biker Bucky witnesses it and completely losing it and defending her and maybe it ends with some fluff I hope you have a lovely day or night ❤️
OK maybe After Reading your Dark Soulmate Story I want/need more 😁 So I was thinking about Bucky and the Curvy Reader. Was there ever a time when Bucky Breaks down and cry? Like, He is so Hurt that he is Not Angry but gets really sad? How would the Reader react? How would Bucky himself react? Thanks again For creating These two and thank you For your time🖤 i Love them.
Hi Bella! So you’re my fav tumblr writer and I’m never gonna get over pwyc cause it’s pretty fucking amazing, and I don’t know if you’re taking requests for drabbles or anything like that, but I thought I might as well ask! So imagine that Bucky and Y/N have been living together for a while and things have been great, but Bucky is thinking of proposing, but Y/N is so not ready to get married or have kids, and her and Bucky get into a huge fight over it, and maybe she briefly moves out, and Bucky is basically lost but like also super angry cause we all know he doesn’t take rejection too well, but in the end they make up and by that I mean smut, and you can decide if they get engaged or not, but yeah that’s basically it
Hi! I love pwyc so much then when i saw the new trust series was from you I did a little happy dance! I was wondering if i could request a little drabble of what would happen if reader found out she was pregant and how biker Bucky would react? If not no pressure honestly love all your fics thanks for sharing them with us!
Belllllllaaaaa I have a request to make for pwyc series💕❤️ Imagine bucky getting possessive and jealous of readers coworkers, the reader trying to escape when he thought they were finally getting somewhere in their relationship…..😬😬 would he be angry or upset just love feral bucky 🫣😭🥵
Pwyc reader having nightmare about that night Bucky raped her. While dark!pwyc Bucky is sleeping right next to her. So reader started crying in her sleep,tears and all (cause that's what she does best) from the nightmare with him in it and woke Bucky up. Bucky can tell what it was about and started to soothe her nightmares the only way his perverted ass knows how. He started nuzzling and kissing her neck all over and kiss all her all over her face including her lips,eyes and her tears away while his hands roam all over her body to wake her up. Reader woke up still crying and Bucky ended up giving her the most gentlest (?),angsty or passionate sex? Idk,it doesn't have to be gentle. Just like really angsty and passionate in a really pwyc dark!Bucky way to show reader he's her only choice no matter what so she just gonna learn how to love him and get over her fear and nigthmare with the fear and nightmare himself. And maybe some angsty stomach flipping aftercare afterwards. Dark! request ofc. This can be during pwyc or after pywc,it's up to you. Reader being a crybaby makes this fic special to me :,D Been looking for a pic like this. Thank you so much and sorry if my English sucks a lil. I try. Tysm again 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
Hiii Bella!! I love your writing so much, you're very talented 😍 I found the pwyc series about three days ago and I've read it twice 😅 I wasn't that productive at work ig 🤣 as a curvy girl myself who falls very close into the description of the reader/soulmate who loves Bucky, I felt very satisfied. So... I'm rubbish at requests but I thought I would like to ask for something and it's nice that you're kind and understanding so I don't feel too anxious about doing so 👀 so... what about reader going out shopping a dress for an occasion (idk what exactly, something formal-ish ig... a birthday party/dinner maybe?) and the shop assistants make her feel bad by saying things like "we don't have clothes in that big of a size, miss" or "this doesn't suit your fat thighs/stomach" (this has happened a lot to me, unfortunately)? And she gets home sad and spends all week self-loathing and insecure, wearing very baggy clothes and starving herself and pwyc bucky doesn't exactly get what's going on because she doesn't want to discuss it but he feels how down she feels and worries. Then he hears her explaining the experience to eva and he becomes a man on a mission. He has one thing in mind; to shower her with compliments, sweet nothings and have beautiful, passionate and rough sex with her 😏 (and also decides to punch whoever said sh*t about his girl). Thank youuu 💜💜 P.S. Sorry if this was too long☺️
hiii so i just thought of pwyc fluff (bc i love two hopeless romantics) so uhhh what if reader gives bucky a pet name? calls him "love" in front of his friends and bucky just melts and swoons
I just want pwyc reader and bucky to have kids 🫣😬😂 it would be so unexpected and I’m sure bucky would be super excited even if the news comes out of the blue 🥺🥺💕💕 it would be so funny though 😂😂
Just finished your dark soulmate Bucky fic-absolutely loved it, stayed up WAY too late reading it because I couldn’t stop. I was wondering if kids are ever discussed between them? I feel like no for both of them because Bucky seems too greedy to share the reader/lose time with her and I don’t know if the reader would really want babies with him after their start, even if she’s forgiven him. But I do wonder what would happen to Bucky’s mindset-does having a daughter make him realize any new aspects of what he did? Does a son make him worry about raising a man who could do what Bucky did to his own soulmate?
I have a pwyc prompt! Reader borrows Bucky’s beloved car as hers is in his shop. He tells her to be careful as it’s his baby. She misjudges a turn and wrecks it, only gets minor cuts/bruises but goes hospital to get checked out in case concussion. She doesn’t want to see bucky - freaking out about seeing him and admitting she crashed his baby but of course his main worries lie with someone else’s welfare!
what if reader wasn't bucky's soulmate but he wants her anyway. (long request)
Sorry in advance if this is too indulgent even for fanfic, but would you be interested in a prompt where pwyc Bucky is thrilled that the reader is gaining weight? Either because he takes it as a sign that she’s happy so she eating more, they’re going out on fun dates and have delicious things to eat or they’re spending too much time together for her to work out, etc etc. but he’s super into it. And loves to show it, especially during moments when she’s upset about it? So it’s something positive instead of negative.
Hi Bella. Love your work and love that you write curvy/plus size reader as I’m a curvier girl myself. I was wondering if you could write a Drabble/fic with pwyc bucky worshipping/praising reader’s bigger body - maybe she’s having a bad self image day or similar and he kisses all of her curves and lumps/bumps because he genuinely adores her figure and also is very much turned on by her even if she sometimes worries his muscular frame would be better suited to smaller partners as he’s so in shape.
This but she hurts herself bad?🤔🥺
“You come across any other kinks you wanna try, you just let me know. You know I’ll do anything for you, pretty girl.” Hmm how about breeding kink combined with marking kink. I believe the possessive side of Bucky here would absolutely eat this up and be feral. Would love to see your take on this, but if you don’t want, that’s okay! Thank youuu! 🫶🏻
Hi Bella! I have an idea for a PWYC Drabble please don’t feel obligated to respond or make it. So today I was walking and some total jerks yelled out the window calling me fat. I wonder how Bucky would either comfort reader or handle it. I know you have something similar with your knight drabble. Thank you for all of the incredible work you’ve given us, this is my favorite series of all time— you’re a great writer. ♥️🥹
Hi! I’m a huge fan of PWYC and I was wondering if you thought about doing a pregnancy one shot, or multiple shots related to Bucky and reader starting a family? I’m curious how the dynamic would be considering how Bucky already acts towards reader and how he tends to be very loving but also on consistent watch over reader. If you don’t like the idea or aren’t interested that’s totally okay too!
steve rogers:
I would love to see a stalker Steve Rogers who thinks he’s “courting” you when he buys you presents off your (private) wishlists, takes care of chores around the house when you’re sleeping or away, has lunch delivered to your workplace for you, etc. (sure it’s scary and weird all these things are happening to you, but I would also like to come home to packages on my porch and my lawn mowed, you know?)
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