God I Love Your Smut It's So Hot I Had To Hold My Breath.. But Can You Imagine? Reader Work In A Coffee

god i love your smut it's so hot i had to hold my breath.. but can you imagine? reader work in a coffee shop and charles blackwood always come by and sit around, flirting and some time later she finally gave in and some guys also always come and try to flirt her, she always ignore them. and one day charles is in the shop when the guys come, reader brave herself to talk to them and when charles order is ready she went to him and charles casually grab her ass showing them who she belongs to..

ahhh Charles Blackwood i- 

a/n: NOT MY GIF!

Oh lord okay I love this

Because Charles does look like the type who would be very, very protective of his woman

So, you own a coffee shop

And Charles visits it often, just to see you

Maybe he liked your hair, or your eyes, or your voice

You were kind, and you kept the conversation going

And Charles would find himself coming back unnecessarily for more coffee multiple times a day

He’d sit there at the counter, and shamelessly flirt with you

He’d compliment you all the time

Even asked you go out with him for a ride someday

In the beginning you’d say no 

He’d fake pout and tell you that you were breaking his heart

He’d be persistent though

Eventually, you gave in and agreed to go on a long drive/date with him

You and Charles were nothing official, yet. 

But he would be the type to sneak into your room at night, just to kiss you good night 

Or steal a kiss or two when he’d come by your coffee shop

You had always seen his sweet, gentle side

However, you soon realized that he was also very, very protective of you

One time, Charles was sat at one of the booths; waiting on his order 

And while you made him his coffee, two people walked in

Two of your regular clients

You weren’t one to openly talk to random men but since they came to your shop everyday, you felt like you had to be nice and stop ignoring them

You smiled at them and made a small talk. One of the guys complimented how good you looked in your little uniform and you giggled

And that made Charles send his best death glare to the young man talking to you

He wanted nothing more than to just walk up to him, grab him by the collar and tell him you belonged to him

But he had to be on his best behavior 

Charles watched and waited

He saw how you casually talked to the guys

He noticed how each time you turned around, they both checked you out and snickered behind your back

And he hated it

He didn’t like people looking at what’s his

And when you grabbed his coffee cup and walked over to where he was sat

He smirked at you then looked behind you to make sure that the guys were watching

Charles’ hand shamelessly slipped past your red apron and circled around your body and landed right on your ass

He grabbed your butt cheek and pulled you into him

You widened your eyes at his scandalous behavior but he just smirked and kept going 

“You do look good in your uniform, doll. I bet you look even better without it.” he spoke, and you gasped at his choice of words

The guys were dead silent upon hearing his voice. 

Charles’ grip on your ass was firm

“What do you say, maybe i could take you out on a real date tonight? And then take you home, yeah?” he spoke and then tilted his head to the side to look at the two guys at the counter

The ones who dared to even flirt with his girl

“Maybe then people will know that you belong to me, and they’ll stop looking at what doesn’t belong to them” he spat, with a sly smirk at the end

Within the next few seconds, the two guys rushed out of your shop; leaving only you and Charles in. 

And he finally let go of your butt

“Charles, that was mean” you chided him.

He looked up at you in disbelief and stepped out of the booth, pulling you closer to him again

“Mean? They were checking you out. And I don’t like people looking at what’s mine,” he’d tell you, leaning in to kiss you at the side of your mouth. 

Charles kept his promise. 

He did take you out, and he did take you home

And from then on, you were his girl. 

And he made sure that everybody knew

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Learned It From Him (18+)

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Reader

Summary: Present day AU. Charles and some bad chick. Who is the crazier of the two? Who is more demented? Who gonna be the first to pop off?

A/N: It’s not specific enough to be a first person in particular.

I ran bloody fingertips down an off-white hallway and when I passed the framed artwork, in gold gaudy frames, I ran my hands over them too and smirked. I learned it from him. That look. Head straight on but eyes looming under strong eyebrows. The kind of pissed off face that makes others feel inferior and weak and stupid and pathetic. Then the smirk. Quick slide of the cheek and lips high on one side and as soon as it appears, it’s gone.

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Call Me Daddy

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x reader

Warnings: None really, Daddy kink mentioned, sex mentioned

Words: 349

a/n: I don’t know why but I struggled so hard with this.  I wanted to make it be so good, but it just doesn’t feel like it’s the best. I’m sorry.  Hopefully, you will like it.

Charles insisted that you always call him daddy, no matter the situation. You were just used to it at this point you didn’t think twice about it.

That’s how you found yourself in a peculiar and, yeah a bit uncomfortable situation. Charles was meeting your parents for the first time. They had been asking to meet him for some time, and after three months together, you decided it was time to give in. 

You gathered around the dinner table with Charles, your parents, sister and her family, and your brother.  Things were going great, everyone seemed to really like Charles, but then who wouldn’t with him being such a charmer. 

Everyone around the table was having different conversations, loudly until the moment happened. Charles leaned over and asked you to pass him the basket of rolls. Without thinking, you said, “Sure, daddy,” and reached for the basket. Everything came to a screeching halt, that you could hear a pin drop moment.

You couldn’t keep from blushing as you handed the basket over to Charles who was smirking.  You kicked him under the table and resumed your conversation with your nephew who was sitting next to you.  You mentally held your breath until finally conversation resumed.  

You made the mistake of glancing across the table and seeing your brother, sister and her husband barely containing their laughter.  You didn’t even chance a glance at your parents, not wanting to see their expressions.  You heard Charles talking to them as though nothing had happened. 

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch, your parents telling you as you were leaving how much they liked Charles and inviting you both back.  You settled into the car for the drive home, having gone a few miles lost in thought when Charles chuckled.

“What are you laughing about?”

“You should have seen your parents faces.”

“I’m very glad I didn’t, thank you very much.”

“Seriously, I think your mom-”

You cut him off quickly.  “If daddy wants to have any kind of sex ever again, he won’t finish that sentence,” you threatened.

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“Make Me” Alien/Reader

Sentence Prompts #1: “Come over here and make me.” Thanks to @good-girl-gone-exo for sending in the prompt. Huge thanks to @hufflesmonsters for encouraging me through the writing process (without you I would have flailed) and @elizabethtarington for helping me edit and also brainstorming with me. 

Characters: Male Alien/Female Reader Content: Lemon/NSFW, oral sex, PIV sex, Aliens scenting their mates, Word Count: ~5100

You’ve been working on a Qasallian starliner for a month, and you’re ready to go home. Still, you’ve got a job to do, learning about the large, bat-like Qasallians, even if they’re not making your job easy.

You’ve got datapads full of notes on what they look like. They’re humanoid in some ways; their bodies are basically human-shaped, with two legs,  and two arms. They have six fingers, and four large, clawed toes with a dew-claw type appendage at the back of each foot though. Their head is also human-like, though they’ve got oversized, bat-like ears, which can swivel to pick up sounds. Their eyes seem large in their faces, and apparently they change color with their moods. You haven’t seen this phenomenon yourself.

The two most remarkable differences between a Qasallian and a human are their wings and their tails. Their wings are membranes which match the color of their skin, and which most closely resemble bat wings. Their tails are a few feet long, with a small tuft of fur at the end.

If your job was writing about their appearance, you’d be done by now. But it’s not. You’re supposed to be writing about their culture, and there’s the problem. None of them will talk to you.

It would be much easier to do your job, you think, if the Captain hadn’t decided from your first day on the ship that he hated you. As soon as you’d set foot in the hangar where you’d been set to make introductions, he’d stiffened, and begun to glare at you. You didn’t know what you’d done, but it must have been egregious, because none of the crew would come near you. Offending the Captain of a spaceship was a surefire way to get ostracized.

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The Arrangement Prologue

Summary: the reader has been working for Chris for years and continued to be his assistant when he transitioned from acting to politics. Despite being a lawyer, she remains his assistant in order to reach her endgame. What would Chris do without her?

Author’s Note: I’m sorry for the delay, but it’s finally here! This is set in the near-ish not too distant future. And yes, I understand the reader is very overqualified and underemployed, but let’s just say Chris pays well.

Taglists are open!

Warnings: politics, some flirting, jealous (?) Chris

Prologue: Assistant to a Senator

Word Count: 1.3k

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Uniform-/Praise Kink

Summary: Nat tries to convince (Y/N) to finally make a move on Steve, but she refuses. Unfortunately, Steve heard their conversation on a mission and now wants to know if she really wants him.

Warning: SMUT!, some dirty talk, praise, the damned stealth suit, teasing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do this)

Word count: 4074 (it wasn’t supposed to be this long)

AN - I’m so fucking sorry all of this took me so long.

AN2 - This is part of my 500 Follower Celebration.

AN3 - Feedback appreciated

Living in the tower was great for the most part. There was everything you could ever need and you did not have to worry about anything. Well, apart from the alien attacks and looming apocalypses.

The only thing that drove (Y/N) crazy was the blonde super soldier aka. Captain America aka. Steve Rogers. The perfect gentleman, always attentive and helpful, perfect body, perfect hair and a much too attractive face. Was it even allowed to look that good?

Right now, he stood at the end of the table and explained the plan for the mission, which would take place next week, but (Y/N) could not concentrate on what he said, too busy watching the muscles working under his much too tight shirt.

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