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au!Sebastian Stan x Reader He was perfect. Everything about him was perfect. The way those blue eyes could melt you with just a glance. Like he was doing right now. I felt a shiver run down my spine as Sebastian Stan made his way towards me. I had an urge to run. I wanted to hide from him. Ever since highschool, he has done this to me. I felt weak in front of him, and I wasnt generally a weak person. I was just like my mother when it came to that - I hated showcasing any signs of weakness. But not to Sebastian. He knew the effect he had on me. There was a smirk on his face as he reached me. "Hey, I didnt expect to see you here" he said, with that annoyingly beautiful smirk. "I didnt expect it too" I said dryly. "Its good to see you, Y/N" his voice awoke a lot of emotions, that I had learned to hide within me, which had been untouched for more than an year now. "You too, Seb" I managed to say, as he pulled me into a warm hug. I always found his scent intoxicating. It made me giddy. I pulled away quickly, my lips pressed together in a tight smile. "Where exactly have you been ?" Seb asked, sipping his drink. "Its been an year" An year. Seb and I were together in highschool. We were a thing back then. We were wild and so much in love. Three years. Thats how long it lasted. Thanks to my mother. On my 18th birthday, we had a nice big party at mine, and she discovered us in a rather compromising way, and that was it. She sent me away with my father in one if his social service trips, while she and my step brother Steven stayed home, working on her political career. And this was the first time we met again after all that. But Seb was with someone else now. Madeline Praise,  whose birthday party we were attending. "I was with dad" I said. "Vietnam" Seb's jaw clentched. "And of course, you didnt think its necessary to tell me" he hissed. "You just disappeared on me, Y/N" "I was held  a prisoner at my own home ! I was locked away not allowed meet even dad or Steven ! And one morning I was thrown into a flight to nowhere !" I said, my voice trembling with emotion. "And besides, not that you grieved a lot - Madeline Praise explains that much !" Seb looked at me, and I saw the pain in his eyes. "My father made me" he whispered, turning bright red. "Just wants to cover up the mess." I scoffed at that. "So where is your girlfriend ?" I asked, turning around to look. "I missed the cake cutting." "Of course you did" His smile was back on. "Seriously, I didnt even want to come" I said, shaking my head. "Thanks to my sweet mother. She has a way of pushing me into things I hate" Our eyes fell on my mother. Tanya Strait ( She took my stepfather's surname after marriage), was trying to make a political career for herself. She was trying her best. She had married George Strait when I was about ten years old. She and my stepfather were both born into filthy rich business families, and thus were always on top of the social ladder. Seb, Steven, Madeline and I, all attended posh private schools , and, Seb and Steven - the most expensive colleges. Madeline's family and mine were linked through family business, and thus this unavoidable party to which I was dragged to, against my will. "I missed you, Y/N" Seb said, his hand caressing mine softly. "So much" I looked at him, not sure if this conversation was a good idea. "I, um...me too" I said, trying to calm down. My eyes darted to the crowd of guests, searching for Madeline. Only she wasnt anywhere to be seen. "Where exactly is she ?" I asked. Seb shrugged. "I dont really care" he said, in a bored tone. "Im here for my father" "Seb ! You're dating that girl !" "Who told you that ?! I am forced to take her to these stupid parties ! Our parents make us go together!  Who the hell told you we were dating ?!" He was shaking in anger. "Hm. Mom did" I said shrugging. "Come on, Y/N." Seb said impatiently. "You really think its that easy ?" "It hasnt been easy , Seb. Not for me. But Ive seen the two of you so blissfully happy on magazine covers" I snapped at him. "I was miserable ! I was in therapy ! But of course, you didnt know !" Seb was quiet now, staring at me with wide eyes and his mouth slightly open. "Hello, Sebastian" Seb tried to regain his earlier confidence, as my stepbrother Steven joined us. "Steven" he said, giving him a nod. "Nice to have Y/N back, isnt it ?" Steven said, putting an arm around my shoulders. Steven and I had a wonderful relationship. He never let the fact that my mother had replaced his, affect our bond. He was the only one in the world whom I knew would never hurt me. "Yes it is" Seb said, his eyes burning into me. "I would love to let you two catch up, but mom's kinda looking for you, and shes not going to be happy spotting you with him" Steven said, motioning to mom with his eyes. "Alright, give me a minute" I said, exhaling loudly. "I'll come" Steven nodded and walked off. "Seb, I have to go" I said. "Meet me in the garden at 10" he said. "Please, Y/N" "I dont think thats a good idea" I said, already protesting. "Last year was hell, I dont want to relive it !" "Please, baby" Seb whispered. "Please"

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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